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Written about Thursday 2008-09-18
Written: (4046 days ago)

I have a weblog!
www.hannycnossen.blogspot.com
You won`t understand a shit of it if you aren`t dutch though ..hehe.

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Written about Saturday 2008-06-07
Written: (4149 days ago)

I know I can`t do right a lot ,
its not even surprising.
And I know I can`t do everything ,
maybe not even a lot either.
But I know that no-one can ,
love you like I love you.
And I hope that someday we,
can do everything together.
Because I know that me alone,
can`t do much for this world.
But I think that if I`m with you ,
I can do anything.

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Written about Wednesday 2008-05-14
Written: (4173 days ago)

Love all
Trust a few
Do wrong to none.





William Shakespeare

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Written about Sunday 2007-06-10
Written: (4513 days ago)

Funny facts about man and women that might actually be true XD

Getting rid of a man without hurting his masculinity is a problem. "Get out" and "I never want to see you again" might sound like a challenge. If you want to get rid of a man, I suggest saying "I love you... I want to marry you... I want to have your children." Sometimes they leave skid marks.

Women take clothing much more seriously than men. I've never seen a man walk into a party and say, "Oh, my God, I'm so embarrased. Get me out of here. There's another man wearing a black tuxedo."

If a man says, "I'll call you," and he doesn't, he didn't forget... he didn't lose your number... he didn't die. He just didn't want to call you.

Men are self-confident because they grow up identifying with superheroes. Women have bad self-images because they grow up identifying with Barbie

Men forget everything; women remember everything. That's why men need instant replays in sports. They've already forgotten what's happened.

Male menopause is a lot more fun than female menopause. With female menopause you gain weight and get hot flashes. Male menopause -- you get to date young girls and drive motorcycles.



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Written about Sunday 2007-06-10
Written: (4513 days ago)

can you imagine working for a company
that has a little more than 500 employees and has
the following statistics:
* 29 have been accused of spousal abuse
* 7 have been arrested for fraud
* 19 have been accused of writing bad checks
* 117 have directly or indirectly bankrupted at
least 2 businesses
* 3 have done time for assault
* 71 cannot get a credit card due to bad credit
* 14 have been arrested on drug-related charges
* 8 have been arrested for shoplifting
* 21 are currently defendants in lawsuits
* 84 have been arrested for drunk driving in the
last year...

Can you guess which organization this is?











































Give up yet?









































It's the 535 members of the United States Congress.
The same group that crank out hundreds of new laws each year
designed to keep the rest of us in line.

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Written about Friday 2007-05-25
Written: (4529 days ago)

I got accepted to the school of arts in Groningen! I`m soooo happy! No I`m even beyond happy!
Happy happy happy ^^

925175  Link to this entry 
Written about Saturday 2007-03-31
Written: (4584 days ago)

Omg i don`t know who made this ,but this person is such a genius. <33
Watch and have your heart stolen :D
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xmTW4MLlGv8

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Written about Wednesday 2007-03-28
Written: (4586 days ago)

Okey , so today I got 3 nonsense messages only containing "hi" or "whats up hun ?"
One of them was a woman >.<'''
They are increasing..Oh NOES XD

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Written about Thursday 2007-03-15
Written: (4599 days ago)

Paradise kiss : "But I think the death take little pieces of your heart and leave some empty holes"

You are so right sis , oh so right =3

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Written about Monday 2007-02-26
Written: (4617 days ago)

Okey so I`m entering some internet contest in which I have to make my own brand and design a piece of clothing.
I`m designing a dress and my brand is called : *padaaam an important tune rings * Strawberry Fantasy !
Yeah its a stupid name , but I couldn`t think of anything else , the dress is cute though . If I could actually make it I totally would wear it .
But unfortunatly I can`t sew to save my life , so I`m only designing it.



BTW....Is designing a correct way of formulating that word? 0.o

Anyway , I`ll put some pictures when I`m done.
^.^

http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j171/sobori/StrawberryFantasyJurkVoorkant.jpg
lookie this is the dress ^^

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Written about Tuesday 2007-02-20
Written: (4622 days ago)

I finished my comic , the only thing I have to do now is printing the whole thing and actually make a book out of it.
Its gonna be hard because I have to print about 300 pieces and I have so little time.

The funeral was also today , It was beautiful but I cried the whole time , even when carrying the chest.
It was so embarassing , but Josry and Grytsje were there for me , although I should be the one that`d be there for Grytsje...

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Written about Friday 2007-02-16
Written: (4626 days ago)

My grandfather died today at 11 A.M . He had been in the hospital for a long time now and we all knew that he was going to die soon. Yesterday I saw him for the very last time and give him a kiss on his forehead , he was drugged and asleep and really didn`t look like my granddaddy anymore.
I love him so much and we saw eachother so often so its really hard to have lost him , I have never ever experienced death from someone close to me..I can`t really talk about it now , I`ll do a more detailed report later.
Wednesday or tuesday will be the day of his burial , the same day in which I have to present my most importand project but I`ll think about that later...first I have to finish that project..which will be hard , I don`t really have my mind into it now..

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Written about Tuesday 2007-02-13
Written: (4629 days ago)

wow...tomorrow its valentines day.
You can`t really avoid it can you , with all the advertisement and all the kids nagging about it.
I don`t really need Valentines day , I used to love it , but its just getting too much about moneymaking for me -.-
I show Josry that I love him everyday , for as much as I can , I don`t need valentine`s day to show my feelings.
But I guess I can buy him something little , because its gonna be our anniversary soon . And because I like giving him presents , that , and because I think he`s gonna do something for valentine for the first time since I know him. I might be wrong , so I`m not really counting on it :P
Btw , I have finished two pages of my comic , they look SOO cool! I keep looking at it and then I think ...did I draw this? Really??!
I mean , I`ve never made a comic before, its looking kind of neat ^^
I`m still behind scedule though..



*Edit * He took me to a perfect little italian restaurant ^^ With great food!

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Written about Wednesday 2007-01-31
Written: (4642 days ago)

Yay finally got a picture from my bf and me~!
One small prob , he`s not photogenic at all (that explains why he hates to be photographed XD)
well anyway , heres the link of the best pic if you are interested (don`t worry , theres no grossness XD)
This only worked because he didn`t have the time to pose and do his stupid picture face I guess -.-


http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j171/sobori/hattymuissepia2.jpg

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Written about Friday 2007-01-26
Written: (4647 days ago)

[I got this from E.T once but I don`t know where anymore so I`ll just put it in my diary ^^]

A Tribute to Nice Guys
By Anonymous


This is a tribute to the nice guys. The nice guys that finish last, that never become more than friends, that endure hours of whining and bitching about what assholes guys are, while disproving the very point. This is dedicated to those guys who always provide a shoulder to lean on but restrain themselves to tentative hugs, those guys who hold open doors and give reassuring pats on the back and sit patiently outside the changing room at department stores. This is in honor of the guys that obligingly reiterate how cute/beautiful/smart/funny/sexy their female friends are at the appropriate moment, because they know most girls need that litany of support. This is in honor of the guys with open minds, with laid-back attitudes, with honest concern. This is in honor of the guys who respect a girl's every facet, from her privacy to her theology to her clothing style.


This is for the guys who escort their drunk, bewildered female friends back from parties and never take advantage once they're at her door, for the guys who accompany girls to bars as buffers against the rest of the creepy male population, for the guys who know a girl is fishing for compliments but give them out anyway, for the guys who always play by the rules in a game where the rules favor cheaters, for the guys who are accredited as boyfriend material but somehow don't end up being boyfriends, for all the nice guys who are overlooked, underestimated, and unappreciated, for all the nice guys who are manipulated, misled, and unjustly abandoned, this is for you.


This is for that time she left 40 urgent messages on your cell phone, and when you called her back, she spent three hours painstakingly dissecting two sentences her boyfriend said to her over dinner. And even though you thought her boyfriend was a chump and a jerk, you assured her that it was all ok and she shouldn't worry about it. This is for that time she interrupted the best killing spree you'd ever orchestrated in GTA3 to rant about a rumor that romantically linked her and the guy she thinks is the most repulsive person in the world. And even though you thought it was immature and you had nothing against the guy, you paused the game for two hours and helped her concoct a counter-rumor to spread around the floor. This is also for that time she didn't have a date, so after numerous vows that there was nothing “serious” between the two of you, she dragged you to a party where you knew nobody, the beer was awful, and she flirted shamelessly with you, justifying each fit of reckless teasing by announcing to everyone: “oh, but we're just friends!” And even though you were invited purely as a symbolic warm body for her ego, you went anyways. Because you're nice like that.


The nice guys don't often get credit where credit is due. And perhaps more disturbing, the nice guys don't seem to get laid as often as they should. And I wish I could logically explain this trend, but I can't. From what I have observed on campus and what I have learned from talking to friends at other schools and in the workplace, the only conclusion I can form is that many girls are just illogical, manipulative bitches. Many of them claim they just want to date a nice guy, but when presented with such a specimen, they say irrational, confusing things such as “oh, he's too nice to date” or “he would be a good boyfriend but he's not for me” or “he already puts up with so much from me, I couldn't possibly ask him out!” or the most frustrating of all: “no, it would ruin our friendship.” Yet, they continue to lament the lack of datable men in the world, and they expect their too-nice-to-date male friends to sympathize and apologize for the men that are jerks. Sorry, guys, girls like that are beyond my ability to fathom. I can't figure out why the connection breaks down between what they say (I want a nice guy!) and what they do (I'm going to sleep with this complete ass now!). But one thing I can do, is say that the nice-guy-finishes-last phenomenon doesn't last forever. There are definitely many girls who grow out of that train of thought and realize they should be dating the nice guys, not taking them for granted. The tricky part is finding those girls, and even trickier, finding the ones that are single.


So, until those girls are found, I propose a toast to all the nice guys. You know who you are, and I know you're sick of hearing yourself described as ubiquitously nice. But the truth of the matter is, the world needs your patience in the department store, your holding open of doors, your party escorting services, your propensity to be a sucker for a pretty smile. For all the crazy, inane, absurd things you tolerate, for all the situations where you are the faceless, nameless hero, my accolades, my acknowledgement, and my gratitude go out to you. You do have credibility in this society, and your well deserved indication is coming.

A tribute to nice girls:

By:[thestranger]
See also: A tribute to nice guys

This is my tribute to the nice girls. To the nice girls who are overlooked, who become friends and nothing more, who spend hours fixating upon their looks and their personalities and their actions because it must be they that are doing something wrong. This is for the girls who don't give it up on the first date, who don't want to play mind games, who provide a comforting hug and a supportive audience for a story they've heard a thousand times. This is for the girls who understand that they aren't perfect and that the guys they're interested in aren't either, for the girls who flirt and laugh and worry and obsess over the slightest glance, whisper, touch, because somehow they are able to keep alive that hope that maybe... maybe this time he'll have understood. This is an homage to the girls who laugh loud and often, who are comfortable in skirts and sweats and combat boots, who care more than they should for guys who don't deserve their attention. This is for those girls who have been in the trenches, who have watched other girls time and time again fake up and make up and fuck up the guys in their lives without saying a word. This is for the girls who have been there from the beginning and have heard the trite words of advice, from "there are plenty of fish in the sea," to "time heals all wounds." This is to honor those girls who know that guys are just as scared as they are, who know that they deserve better, who are seeking to find it.

This is for the girls who have never been in love, but know that it's an experience that they don't want to miss out on. For the girls who have sought a night with friends and been greeted by a night of catcalling, rude comments and explicit invitations that they'd rather not have experienced. This is for the girls who have spent their weekends sitting on the sidelines of a beer pong tournament or a case race, or playing Florence Nightingale for a vomiting guy friend or a comatose crush, who have received a drunk phone call just before dawn from someone who doesn't care enough to invite them over but is still willing to pass out in their bed. This is for the girls who have left sad song lyrics in their away messages, who have tried to make someone understand through a subliminally appealing profile, who have time and time again dropped their male friend hint after hint after hint only to watch him chase after the first bimbo in a skirt. This is for the girls who have been told that they're too good or too smart or too pretty, who have been given compliments as a way of breaking off a relationship, who have ever been told they are only wanted as a friend.


This one's for the girls who you can take home to mom, but won't because it's easier to sleep with a whore than foster a relationship; this is for the girls who have been led on by words and kisses and touches, all of which were either only true for the moment, or never real to begin with. This is for the girls who have allowed a guy into their head and heart and bed, only to discover that he's just not ready, he's just not over her, he's just not looking to be tied down; this is for the girls who believe the excuses because it's easier to believe that it's not that they don't want you, it's that they don't want anyone. This is for the girls who have had their hearts broken and their hopes dashed by someone too cavalier to have cared in the first place; this is for the nights spent dissecting every word and syllable and inflection in his speech, for the nights when you've returned home alone, for the nights when you've seen from across the room him leaning a little too close, or standing a little too near, or talking a little too softly for the girl he's with to be a random hookup. This is for the girls who have endured party after party in his presence, finally having realized that it wasn't that he didn't want a relationship: it was that he didn't want you. I honor you for the night his dog died or his grandmother died or his little brother crashed his car and you held him, thinking that if you only comforted him just right, or said the right words, or rubbed his back in the right way then perhaps he'd realize what it was that he already had. This is for the night you realized that it would never happen, and the sunrise you saw the next morning after failing to sleep.


This is for the "I really like you, so let's still be friends" comment after you read more into a situation than he ever intended; this is for never realizing that when you choose friends, you seldom choose those which make you cry yourself to sleep. This is for the hugs you've received from your female friends, for the nights they've reassured you that you are beautiful and intelligent and amazing and loyal and truly worthy of a great guy; this is for the despair you all felt as you sat in the aftermath of your tears, knowing that that night the only companionship you'd have was with a pillow and your teddy bear. This is for the girls who have been used and abused, who have endured what he was giving because at least he was giving something; this is for the stupidity of the nights we've believed that something was better than nothing, though his something was nothing we'd have ever wanted. This is for the girls who have been satisified with too little and who have learned never to expect anything more: for the girls who don't think that they deserve more, because they've been conditioned for so long to accept the scraps thrown to them by guys.


This is what I don't understand. Men sit and question and whine that girls are only attracted to the mean guys, the guys who berate them and belittle them and don't appreciate them and don't want them; who use them for sex and think of little else than where their next conquest will be made. Men complain that they never meet nice girls, girls who are genuinely interested and compelling, who are intelligent and sweet and smart and beautiful; men despair that no good women want to share in their lives, that girls play mindgames, that girls love to keep them hanging. Yet, men, I ask you: were you to meet one of these genuinely interested, thrillingly compelling, interesting and intelligent and sweet and beautiful and smart girls, were you to give her your number and wait for her to call... and if you were to receive a call from her the next day and she, in her truthful, loyal, intelligent and straightforward nice girl fashion, were to tell you that she finds you intriguing and attractive and interesting and worth her time and perhaps material from which she could fashion a boyfriend, would you or would you not immediately call your friends to tell them of the "stalker chick" you'd met the night prior, who called you and wore her heart on her sleeve and told the truth? And would you, or would you not, refuse to make plans with her, speak with her, see her again, and once again return to the bar or club or party scene and search once more for this "nice girl" who you just cannot seem to find? Because therein lies the truth, guys: we nice girls are everywhere. But you're not looking for a nice girl. You're not looking for someone genuinely interested in your intermural basketball game, or your anatomy midterm grade, or that argument you keep having with your father; you're looking for a quick fix, a night when you can pretend to have a connection with another human being which is just as disposable as the condom you were using during it.


So don't say you're on the lookout for nice girls, guys, when you pass us up on every step you take. Sometimes we go undercover; sometimes we go in disguise: sometimes when that girl in the low cut shirt or the too tight miniskirt won't answer your catcalls, sometimes you're looking at a nice girl in whore's clothing - - we might say we like the attention, we might blush and giggle and turn back to our friends, but we're all thinking the same thing: "This isn't me. Tomorrow morning, I'll be wearing a teeshirt and flannel shorts, I'll have slept alone and I'll be making my hungover best friend breakfast. See through the disguise. See me." You never do. Why? Because you only see the exterior, you only see the slutty girl who welcomes those advances. You don't want the nice girl.. so don't say you're looking for a relationship: relationships take time and energy and intent, three things we're willing to extend - - but in return, we're looking for compassion and loyalty and trust, three things you never seem willing to express. Maybe nice guys finish last, but in the race they're running they're chasing after the whores and the sluts and the easy-targets... the nice girls are waiting at the finish line with water and towels and a congradulatory hug (and yes, if she's a nice girl and she likes you, the sweatiness probably won't matter), hoping against hope that maybe you'll realize that they're the ones that you want at the end of that silly race.


So maybe it won't last forever. Maybe some of those guys in that race will turn in their running shoes and make their way to the concession stand where we're waiting; however, until that happens, we still have each other, that silly race to watch, and all the chocolate we can eat (because what's a concession stand at a race without some chocolate?)


902464  Link to this entry 
Written about Wednesday 2007-01-24
Written: (4649 days ago)
Next in thread: 903338

For all the people that only say "Hi" as a message , this is for you ,.

Oh so you saw my picture and you thought , hey its a BLOND girl and so I`ll go and say "Hi" to her but won`t take the time and effort to read her description that says she doesn`t like uninspired people that message her for her looks and only say hi because they are too LAZY.
Read my description you wanker , and don`t message me because i`m blond.
If you did do that , and you just didn`t get it , than here are my sincere apologies.



902444  Link to this entry 
Written about Wednesday 2007-01-24
Written: (4649 days ago)

I thought this was interesting so I put it in my house and diary , I wonder what kind of questions I`ll get ^^
[You may ask me four questions.
Any four, no matter how private or how random. I have to answer them honestly, And I have to answer them ALL! In turn you post this message in your own journal, wiki, or profile and you have to answer the questions that are asked of you
]







Dumb girls need air 
Naughty girls need underwear
Nice girls arent mean
Funny girls make a scene
Perfect girls have all the class
Mean girls will kick your ass
Smart girls will excell
Gossip girls will tell
Popular girls get all the boys
Little girls play with toys
Normal girls are nothing new
So which one applies to you?




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Written about Saturday 2007-01-20
Written: (4654 days ago)

*packs up breath*
I have the Legend of Zelda : Twilight Princess.
Yaaaaaaaay!!!
Bad timing though , I have tentams next week...so I won`t get to play as much as I`d liked...and I have way too much stuff for school to do.
BUT STILL!
YAaaaaaaaay! =D

898764  Link to this entry 
Written about Monday 2007-01-15
Written: (4659 days ago)

Okey so saturday , during course , there was someone from tv with a HUGE camera and she filmed us while we were drawing or eveluating our work.
And she interviewed me , so I`m gonna be on tv.
NO , its NOT fun , and I am NOT happy .
Why? Well maybe its just me but I don`t want my ugly drawings on tv yet , I hope I get cut out :P
Luckily for me , its just Omrop Fryslan and nobody watches that exept for bored , sick or old people.
No -one will notice ^^
except for my grandmother , and offcourse , she`ll tell it to everyone she meets -.-
Fuck <img:stuff/Br23-gif.gif>
Oh and I had my dad`s trousers on that day , why? Because my own was in the laundry (yes ,I have only one pant at the moment , need to go shopping soon)
So I think I looked like a sandbag XDXD
Oh well , it`ll work out somehow ^^

And by the way! I`ve downloaded a free online massive multiplayer game resently and I`m sooo totally addicted to it <img:44166_1164145147.gif> Its so much fun! honestly ^^
If you want to know the site , I`ll give it to you ^^

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