<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393593</id><updated>2012-02-08T20:27:36.087+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Gremsplace</title><subtitle type='html'>A True friend.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Gremlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12841566032420963720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>83</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393593.post-4347080053591347458</id><published>2007-12-26T20:12:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T21:04:27.997+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Xmas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1UAWEU6erxE/R3Kcof1I3vI/AAAAAAAAAJI/Ro_UCLyWdok/s1600-h/SkellyClausWeb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148349543590977266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1UAWEU6erxE/R3Kcof1I3vI/AAAAAAAAAJI/Ro_UCLyWdok/s320/SkellyClausWeb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Merry Xmas you all. Hope you all had a wonderful Xmas and hope you all spend it with those you love. For those who have been working on Xmas... I fell your pain, I too were one of those idiots that have been working on Xmas and I have to say that this was no fun what so ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But with all bad things comes good along on the sidewalk. I have received the best news or must I say the best Xmas gift that could have hoped for. It's something I have been waiting for, for so long and now finally it has happened. Well let me spill the good news out.... I'm becoming an uncle in 8 months.... Yippeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I think I'm more excited about this small little creation of live than my sister and her hubby. Although they have been trying for quite some time. I can't wait.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry for the absence from my side. I've been working non stop from 07:00 till 21:00 / 22:00 this whole month and haven't had time to post anything or to see my good friends. Hope all is well there. I'm all alone in our technical department so idiot grems have to do all the darn work and I just cant keep up. I'm so tiered and I need some time off. Today was my first off day I had this month and it was so nice just to lay around and do nothing, and I mean nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But this all have made me to decide to go to another occupation. This security thing wont work for me any more and it's time to move on. I'm having a meeting with a great business man just after the 28th of this month and hopping that it will go good. If it does I'll be starting my own thing and I'm dragging my dad with me into this great and wonderful opportunity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also in January I'm starting a media studio with some other ppl. Seeing that we have already have a few clients we have decided to push it ahead and see how it turns out. We have an semi agreement to do a full page on an wonderful "Elanor" GT500 Mustang... but that will only happen in end 2008 if we are lucky otherwise it will only be in 2009. Elanor have cost up to R 400 000 till this stage and she are still only spares laying around. He original imported motor will arrive some stage in Feb 2008. Wish it was mine....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a great holiday for those who have one... And for those working, Don't work to hard. It could kill you, I'm almost there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till next time.... Be safe and look after your self and your extended attachments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blessed Be!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393593-4347080053591347458?l=gremsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/4347080053591347458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393593&amp;postID=4347080053591347458' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/4347080053591347458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/4347080053591347458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-xmas.html' title='Merry Xmas...'/><author><name>Gremlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12841566032420963720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1UAWEU6erxE/R3Kcof1I3vI/AAAAAAAAAJI/Ro_UCLyWdok/s72-c/SkellyClausWeb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393593.post-7053539287496978418</id><published>2007-11-25T18:47:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T20:03:05.350+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's own curse to human-kind...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1UAWEU6erxE/R0mpNOoQedI/AAAAAAAAAJA/IBz2hOmKOcw/s1600-h/05syksynhenki.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136822894723103186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1UAWEU6erxE/R0mpNOoQedI/AAAAAAAAAJA/IBz2hOmKOcw/s320/05syksynhenki.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As we all live our own life's, we all set goals to reach some high some easy to achieve but all necessary as life mostly exist out of that we want to have, want to achieve and most importantly what you desires. Life consist out of a number of desires that we want. We all desire to have something, for some it might just be a fancy sports car, for some it might be love and for some it might money and power.... but we all have desires and we all set our goals in life to meet up with them in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For instance... I have desired a Nissan Skyline for years now, I felt in love with this tar eating beast in the times of the GT-R 32 racing some desert runs on a sport channel of Coloursat - Time's before DSTV hit the market. After that I moved a level up to the R34 and now I'm still desiring that Little beauty.... My dream car. So, I in life are trying to get a good paying work so that I could buy that Skyline for my self and just enjoy the fruits of my life. Some day I will have my Skyline and that I'm sure off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What ever you desire you will try to get it and in the end you will live your life to get there. To reach you desire  and to life your desire. But life knows about all this Little desires as we are just human, life has its own way of counter your goals. Now everyone wants to be rich and everyone wants to have power, that's just part of living. We all desire more money than we can spend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what happens when you reached your goal?? How does your life change?? And what after that??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life will always counter the fact of satisfaction, You'll never truly be satisfied with your life. I had I challenge a while ago... And as some might know I love a challenge in my life and I normally do achieve my challenges and I normally will not give up before I won. But I'm sad to say it never ends there, life has his own curse upon mankind and as soon as you reach your goal the curse kicks in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The curse of wanting more.... I can speak for my self and I can say that I'm one of those that always want more. I have the "perfect" work, okay so I don't always love my work but who does?? Most of the time I enjoy what I do and I love my working hours, I can't really say that my salary aren't enough as for my age, I don't think there's many young people at my line of income... Yes I know a few but overall for my age most are a lot smaller. So I should be happy and satisfied.... But I'm not, I want more.... More money more power....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The challenge I had, well I succeeded to a level where I realized this is not gonna be enough for me.... I  had it wrapped in my hand, I only had to close my hand and I would have won the challenge... But I stopped and thinked what then. I'm playing with more than just my life here and I know as soon as I had it I would have let it go.... Searching for more, That's just me. Always wanting more and more out of what life have to over me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a love once where I can say I was happy, really I was happy although there were a few things I didn't agree with but I loved her with my whole heart and I still love her. It's been more than three years now since I left her but still I love her and I'll always will. But I was stupid and I wanted more... She just weren't enough for me. My standards are unfortunately high and I don't believe I will ever meet someone with those standards, I'll have to learn to live with less....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay back to the point... As a living been we will always want more in life... you'll reach your goal and then you'll just raise the stakes wanting more. So I guess the real question are when do you draw the line?? When can you say that your satisfied with your life although you know you are searching for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you really say I'm satisfied?? So you love your man/lady with your whole heart.... But don't you sometimes feel like "I want more" ?? It's like catching fish... You do all the work to prepare your line, you throw it into the water and you wait patiently for the fish to bite, when it does you fight the darn bugger to the shore and you take it out of the water... So now you won?? as look at the fish you think " this one are to small" and try again to catch a bigger one.... Never satisfied.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you rather have  everything or would you rather have less and still wanting more??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393593-7053539287496978418?l=gremsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/7053539287496978418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393593&amp;postID=7053539287496978418' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/7053539287496978418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/7053539287496978418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/2007/11/lifes-own-curse-to-human-kind.html' title='Life&apos;s own curse to human-kind...'/><author><name>Gremlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12841566032420963720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1UAWEU6erxE/R0mpNOoQedI/AAAAAAAAAJA/IBz2hOmKOcw/s72-c/05syksynhenki.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393593.post-4090353602179492445</id><published>2007-11-21T21:16:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T21:58:23.248+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Best directions for use</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1UAWEU6erxE/R0SE4uoQecI/AAAAAAAAAI4/u2rij3BKoec/s1600-h/water_drop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135375585233631682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1UAWEU6erxE/R0SE4uoQecI/AAAAAAAAAI4/u2rij3BKoec/s320/water_drop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live in a place where I have no access to get the nature's best creation close enough to my baby to get the thing clean and as I she's a wonderful black beauty the cleaning should be done on a regular schedule or she looks like a rusted black beast. Now I have found this as a huge problem due to the fact that I only live for her at this stage. Well for as long as I'm single but she would always be one of the top things in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went out to search for a greatly minded company that could assist me in my terror of dirt and after a month I found them. They are situate close by me in the echo 4x4 business center and they had the solution that I need. The solution are quite expensive but to get all those dust bugs away with ease and to give her the look of a new born again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh don't we love technology.... They call it the waterless formulation and it works like wonders....&lt;br /&gt;Instant clean with no water what so ever.... Yes its a waterless car wash &amp;amp; wax spray can. You would not believe it as I didn't believe a thing they said until we tested it on my company car off course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It cleans, it wax and it remove all those small scratches on the body.... The irritating nail scratches at the door handles and it shines like my baby should and all this with out any water and soap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the real reason for this post are not for advertising the product but I thought that their directions for use where very original and properly the best I have ever read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast Wax.&lt;br /&gt;1. Park in a shaded area (why work in the sun?)&lt;br /&gt;2. Rinse of excess dirt/mud (usually found on the infield on Sunday)&lt;br /&gt;3. Turn on your favorite radio station to set the mood.&lt;br /&gt;4. Spray on a light coat on a small section&lt;br /&gt;5. Using a terry cloth towel GENTLY (work smart not hard)&lt;br /&gt;6. Allow 10sec to dry&lt;br /&gt;7. Use a soft micro towel. Lightly buff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carpet &amp;amp; Upholstery&lt;br /&gt;1. Remove personal items such as loose change, floor mats, cereal, chicken nuggets, french fries and crackers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Touchless Tire Shine&lt;br /&gt;1. Spray an even coat on tires and even wheels wells&lt;br /&gt;2. Stand back and admire your work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so that's all the pro's now for the cons that bugs me a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The warnings on the tire shine....&lt;br /&gt;1. Danger! Extremely flammable&lt;br /&gt;2. Do not Smoke - extinguish all flames, pilot lights and heaters - Turn of stoves, electric tools and appliances, and any other source of ignition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The warning on the carpet &amp;amp; upholstery&lt;br /&gt;1. Warning: This product contains chemicals know to the state of California to cause cancer and birth defects or other reproductive harm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393593-4090353602179492445?l=gremsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/4090353602179492445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393593&amp;postID=4090353602179492445' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/4090353602179492445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/4090353602179492445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/2007/11/best-directions-for-use.html' title='Best directions for use'/><author><name>Gremlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12841566032420963720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1UAWEU6erxE/R0SE4uoQecI/AAAAAAAAAI4/u2rij3BKoec/s72-c/water_drop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393593.post-6624773310211735680</id><published>2007-11-19T20:30:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T21:00:41.735+02:00</updated><title type='text'>It's alive....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1UAWEU6erxE/R0HWxuoQebI/AAAAAAAAAIw/4xinK8Nwevo/s1600-h/Gothic_Siren_by_Ironshod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134621199997893042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1UAWEU6erxE/R0HWxuoQebI/AAAAAAAAAIw/4xinK8Nwevo/s320/Gothic_Siren_by_Ironshod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hay there ppl.... Yip I'm still alive and kicking... I know I have been quite for a long time but that's gonna change soon. I'm almost finished with my big coding project and it was loaded on there internal server today soon to bee loaded to the net, Just have a Few small things to adjust and add then I'm finished. My foot are in the door way and the next will bring in some needed food to my hungry pet named wallet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of that after struggling for six months for my boss to bite at my working straggedy it has just realized. As off tomorrow my working days will be as I like to call it a short working day. I got them to change my working hours from 7am to 3pm... That will mean that I'll be home at 3:10pm every afternoon, and still get up at the same time I normally do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been defeated too at 3 months of playing travian. They have taken one of my main villages over and that hurts allot. Reason for being that I couldn't be logged on the whole time for the last 3 weeks. But then It's just a game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if any of you have ever realized while sitting in traffic just staring at other ppl's indicators... I have found that the trademark VW's indicator flashes faster than any other brand out there. All VW's indicator's are a slight of a second faster than the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my Internet flirts.... It's not going as well. I think it's time to move over to some real live meat....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways... Chat laters. Have to Finnish my project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Dreams to you all and hope you have a Lovely day tomorrow.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing out The Grem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393593-6624773310211735680?l=gremsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/6624773310211735680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393593&amp;postID=6624773310211735680' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/6624773310211735680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/6624773310211735680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-alive.html' title='It&apos;s alive....'/><author><name>Gremlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12841566032420963720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1UAWEU6erxE/R0HWxuoQebI/AAAAAAAAAIw/4xinK8Nwevo/s72-c/Gothic_Siren_by_Ironshod.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393593.post-4852779143713931079</id><published>2007-11-12T22:21:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T23:09:01.059+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Its not me but Person</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1UAWEU6erxE/Rzi2YoCGt7I/AAAAAAAAAIY/JGTsh0zR6x8/s1600-h/Forgotten_Fairytales_II_by_zemotion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132052309568042930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1UAWEU6erxE/Rzi2YoCGt7I/AAAAAAAAAIY/JGTsh0zR6x8/s320/Forgotten_Fairytales_II_by_zemotion.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes I know I've been absent here for quite some time... For that I'm sorry... I had a very very busy week or two and I finally have some time to relax. I hope My blog will get some more new posts soon.... As I have found person and I have to say I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;abit&lt;/span&gt; addicted to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes it's actually a site designed for desperate lonely people to try and find a partner. Well I'm not desperate, well not yet but I sure are feeling lonely this last two three weeks. Think the last time I felt normal were the last time I visited Lee and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Stiffy&lt;/span&gt;. The morning after it all kicked in.... The lonely way home, The lonely home and just the music I'm listening now.... Not really helping but I just feel I want to listen it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm missing my friends.... All of them, even those I haven't spoke to for the last year and those that are mad of me for some or other reason that I don't know what. I'm feeling.... Yes I'm just feeling.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh what to do.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.S. I have found some one on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt;... No not in that way.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have just found some one so beautiful. Really I have to say she are more beautiful than beauty it self. I never knew that you actually get that kind of perfect... The perfect you just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt;... Normally if beauty are there, there's always just this one or other thing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; not intact. Just that one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Little&lt;/span&gt; thing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; just not right. Well here I can really say there are nothing wrong.... The perfect shaped face with the most beautiful eye's with a very cute &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Little&lt;/span&gt; smile a perfect &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Little&lt;/span&gt; nose wrapped in beautiful long hair..... Oh I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;guess&lt;/span&gt; when people talk about love at first sight this is how it feel. Well If she should stand before me I'll really be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;speech&lt;/span&gt; less.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;a Weird thing that I noticed on person.com are the fact that I can chat better with the lady's in the age group of 30 -40 than with those of 20 - 25... Now why shall that be?? Are there something wrong with me.... Should I rather look for a sugar mommy than looking for a girl???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh I cant get that ace out of my head....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393593-4852779143713931079?l=gremsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/4852779143713931079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393593&amp;postID=4852779143713931079' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/4852779143713931079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/4852779143713931079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-not-me-but-person.html' title='Its not me but Person'/><author><name>Gremlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12841566032420963720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1UAWEU6erxE/Rzi2YoCGt7I/AAAAAAAAAIY/JGTsh0zR6x8/s72-c/Forgotten_Fairytales_II_by_zemotion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393593.post-667202822475348239</id><published>2007-11-02T20:51:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T21:19:20.810+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day of Supprise</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1UAWEU6erxE/Ryt3ok8n0dI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Nb9VSB-IHo0/s1600-h/Holloween_Horror_the_Direct.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128324139687858642" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="199" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1UAWEU6erxE/Ryt3ok8n0dI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Nb9VSB-IHo0/s320/Holloween_Horror_the_Direct.jpg" width="262" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been working in a huge church today, the place looks like a shopping mall. Okay don't see that place as an church but more like a big business, They make over 1.4 million in collection each weekend, now tell me that, that's not a business.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway there are this one part in there front hall where all the oldish lady's gather each morning to enjoy a hot cup of tea and discuss all the bad and evil things that the people done yesterday. I promise you that there were nothing good said about anyone in there Little bubble of space. Just sitting there and drinking there tea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unfortunately for me the work that has to be done there were just out side of their bubble. I've spend more than 5 hours next to their bubble, as one got up to leave to go and get her brats from school ( Darn I sounding like Lee now ) another just come and join their Little tea party. In that 5 hours of hell 1 good thing has been said.... Her boy got selected for a music thingy, and back to the normal discussion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After reading lee's blog I suddenly realized that the old hags has discussed the same thing to day. I can remember that the one said that Halloween should be baned and that she cant believe that there are country's enjoying this fantastic day. And how they discussed the fact of that it's Satan's birthday. Now the one thing that made my day were the look(S) I received by trying to hold in my laughter right to them as they were talking all this "Bullshit" about Halloween. ( sorry for the l&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ang&lt;/span&gt; ).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How can people give make that they are so good and so sweet, telling you to follow the right path alto it might be a bit tight and then just turn around and speak nasty about other people??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393593-667202822475348239?l=gremsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/667202822475348239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393593&amp;postID=667202822475348239' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/667202822475348239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/667202822475348239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/2007/11/day-of-supprise.html' title='A Day of Supprise'/><author><name>Gremlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12841566032420963720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1UAWEU6erxE/Ryt3ok8n0dI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Nb9VSB-IHo0/s72-c/Holloween_Horror_the_Direct.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393593.post-81376392034615291</id><published>2007-10-24T19:49:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T20:08:08.856+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Just to Happy....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1UAWEU6erxE/Rx-F2CS5tvI/AAAAAAAAAII/KMyPr98l7Mw/s1600-h/happy-pig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124962064346494706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1UAWEU6erxE/Rx-F2CS5tvI/AAAAAAAAAII/KMyPr98l7Mw/s320/happy-pig.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1UAWEU6erxE/Rx-FvSS5tuI/AAAAAAAAAIA/9Y_fjIWEvYo/s1600-h/happy-pig.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh this is just to cute for words....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a problem and my problem are that I'm just to darn happy. I have this major urge just to wright a poem again, I just have to its eating me up inside for the fact that I haven't written one in such a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have three perfect gorgeous pics lying inside of my picture folder that has to become poems but I just cant turn them into a poem. I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tried&lt;/span&gt; for the last week and I have just got as far as one phrase and deleted. Now that has been going on for such a long time. It's killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't have what it takes when I'm happy. When I'm happy I love the fact that I have to go to work, I love it to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;communicate&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;people&lt;/span&gt; and I love live. But all the rest is gone.... I drive like my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;gran mother&lt;/span&gt; and just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; care about anything happening. I ignore all bad just enjoy the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;wonderful&lt;/span&gt; sarcasm of the earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate it.... I tell you I hate it. Maybe if I had a reason to be happy it would have been okay, but there's nothing there, nothing to be so happy about. I want to be sad again.... I want to be able to write my poems, I want to enjoy every second I spend on the roads every day. Driving as a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;maniac&lt;/span&gt;. I want to feel the pain inside me, I want to feel my hart bleeding and I want to know that I'm still alive living a life on this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;planet&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; want to be mad but I just want to be sad... I want to write...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Someone please make me sad, Well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; now if it's possible for a happy man to get sad. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393593-81376392034615291?l=gremsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/81376392034615291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393593&amp;postID=81376392034615291' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/81376392034615291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/81376392034615291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/2007/10/just-to-happy.html' title='Just to Happy....'/><author><name>Gremlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12841566032420963720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1UAWEU6erxE/Rx-F2CS5tvI/AAAAAAAAAII/KMyPr98l7Mw/s72-c/happy-pig.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393593.post-2297718379228429656</id><published>2007-10-22T22:25:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T22:35:46.595+02:00</updated><title type='text'>And its offer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1UAWEU6erxE/Rx0HXyS5ttI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Q7DpvV6W9jI/s1600-h/cartoon14.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124260056236930770" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1UAWEU6erxE/Rx0HXyS5ttI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Q7DpvV6W9jI/s320/cartoon14.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay so the game are played and now the world are back to normal. No more funny &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt; walking around with gold hair in the streets.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well the game was quite good "I think", Yes I'm not a big rugby fan or in fact I'm not a real big sport fan if it has no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wheels&lt;/span&gt; and no engine. But I watched the game with a few of my dear friends and they played good. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Al tho&lt;/span&gt; I haven't really got the kick out of the game but more watching my friends while the game where on. Sitting there almost ready to jump into the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;TV&lt;/span&gt; and help them play. Screaming, stressing and even some tears running down there &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;cheeks&lt;/span&gt; as they score.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Thanx&lt;/span&gt; for the entertainment :) I enjoyed it....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393593-2297718379228429656?l=gremsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/2297718379228429656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393593&amp;postID=2297718379228429656' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/2297718379228429656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/2297718379228429656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/2007/10/and-its-offer.html' title='And its offer'/><author><name>Gremlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12841566032420963720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1UAWEU6erxE/Rx0HXyS5ttI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Q7DpvV6W9jI/s72-c/cartoon14.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393593.post-8275493416848887293</id><published>2007-10-18T21:37:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T22:39:15.867+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Let it out.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1UAWEU6erxE/Rxe32yS5tsI/AAAAAAAAAHw/dFEdpJvVLVU/s1600-h/the_kiss_of_dawn_by_Princess_of_Shadows.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122765252999100098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1UAWEU6erxE/Rxe32yS5tsI/AAAAAAAAAHw/dFEdpJvVLVU/s320/the_kiss_of_dawn_by_Princess_of_Shadows.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Ever bottled every thing up in side of you, so much that your soul just feel that it can no more, you keep every thing for your self just don't know how to let go of it. As much as you would like to spill it out to some one you trust with your life you just cant. You just cant get your self to that point to do it, you make plans and when it gets there you cant do anything....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I have that problem, I keep everything to myself never letting go. It works, it keeps you happy but you always get to a limit. a Limit that just make you crack and that's never a good thing. Had one on a certain new years and my cabinet or what ever you call the thing have seen its last days. I had one more to the beginning of the year and had a fight with someone I don't want to fight with. It turned out great tho, for my life that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then you just get those days you just burst into tears... Well that I get allot ( Lee you never read this ) just lying on your bed and snap, out comes the tears as every thing eats you out from inside. Your hart pains, your mind runs away with thoughts of what to do and how to stop the pain. Every person are different there as I tend to go for a search you hurt myself more. In that way when the pain goes away nothing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bodders&lt;/span&gt; me anymore for a while tho, and unfortunately I used some one that could have been a wonderful friend for that. I miss her come to think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are it so hard to let it all out, just lay back and let your soul take it all out and let it flow out as words. We all know it helps but still nothing. I started this blog out as something I wanted to let go, me and Lee discussed something a bit earlier involving one of her friends and I realized something, something that I were searching the answer for since I can remember. She just made me to realize that I know why, I have had the answer all these years but just never wanted to admit it to myself. Now I have I admitted it to myself but have now just realized that its more a fear than anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I have fears... As afraid as I am for a small little horsey as afraid as I am of small little rooms, well if you can call that a fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt; can help you and don't even know they did, or what they done. Now just to get past it as hell knows there's no way in hell I'll get closer than 5 meters to horse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393593-8275493416848887293?l=gremsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/8275493416848887293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393593&amp;postID=8275493416848887293' title='82 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/8275493416848887293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/8275493416848887293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/2007/10/let-it-out.html' title='Let it out.....'/><author><name>Gremlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12841566032420963720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1UAWEU6erxE/Rxe32yS5tsI/AAAAAAAAAHw/dFEdpJvVLVU/s72-c/the_kiss_of_dawn_by_Princess_of_Shadows.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>82</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393593.post-1349545968486106953</id><published>2007-10-15T20:52:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T22:09:55.056+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing but emptiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1UAWEU6erxE/RxPHsyS5trI/AAAAAAAAAHo/55erc6j_27k/s1600-h/Sky_by_Achernar15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121656773479610034" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1UAWEU6erxE/RxPHsyS5trI/AAAAAAAAAHo/55erc6j_27k/s320/Sky_by_Achernar15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing..... Yes nothing that's all that's on my mind, there's nothing bordering me there's nothing I'm thinking of. It's just a clear plain of emptiness here. Well it was just one of those day's I woke up happy and I just turned like a pool of crystal clear watter when a bloody body gets dropped in. The way that the blood takes over the pool and soon its just red and nothing else, was a phone call this morning for me. From happy to just fed up for the day. I have had one of my worst days, just didn't want to do anything, didn't want to work, didn't want to speak and didn't want to think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And still nothing, nothing to say nothing to type. My creative side are still sleeping and don't want me to bring it out yet. It likes the silence and it likes the dark.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why are it always so hard to let go of things. I have this one wonderful and beautiful lady friend, Oh she's just adorable but she likes to torture her self by hurting her soul day to day. She's so unhappy with her man, she shed a tear everyday for him, she knows he's hurting her but still she stays loyal to him just because she cant let go. It has been two months now and from the start there were only things in the way of happiness in that relation ship. Yes she will not admit it but she knows it's true. Just let go... How I wish our moons were closer for me to show her what happiness could be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Reaver&lt;/span&gt; good luck and I hope for all the best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393593-1349545968486106953?l=gremsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/1349545968486106953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393593&amp;postID=1349545968486106953' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/1349545968486106953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/1349545968486106953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/2007/10/nothing-but-emptyness.html' title='Nothing but emptiness'/><author><name>Gremlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12841566032420963720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1UAWEU6erxE/RxPHsyS5trI/AAAAAAAAAHo/55erc6j_27k/s72-c/Sky_by_Achernar15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393593.post-1916747564347675154</id><published>2007-10-11T21:36:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T22:21:40.226+02:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Mins in between....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1UAWEU6erxE/Rw6DuyS5tqI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Kij6m2xtWXA/s1600-h/ksmn1771l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120174666165106338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1UAWEU6erxE/Rw6DuyS5tqI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Kij6m2xtWXA/s320/ksmn1771l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hay there...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes I know it's been a long time since I said I'm back, Sorry for that but I got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;abit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; stuck between work, life and my new baby. Things are going so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hectic&lt;/span&gt; at work this last while with all this rain and wind. It seems that the weather are affecting all my clients. And then just to boost everything a fast early morning golf driver forgot how to stay on the road and flew over a 12 feet wall and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ripped&lt;/span&gt; off the 3 meter high electric fence on top of the wall (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Unfortunately&lt;/span&gt; one off my sites), &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Luckily&lt;/span&gt; there were no damage to the wall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well whats new?? I moved into a nice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;cosy&lt;/span&gt; palace some where &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;hidden&lt;/span&gt; in centurion with my work in my back yard. Then the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;high &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ligth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; off my current life, I got myself a new Baby. She's a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;beautifull&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; black &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Jetta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 4 V5 and just got her back from the tuner with a brand new stainless wildcat pipe and a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Little&lt;/span&gt; piggy back &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;programmable&lt;/span&gt; computer as an add-on to the factory chip... No warranty loss :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Further&lt;/span&gt; more I'm missing my mommy.... NO just joking. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;bought&lt;/span&gt; me a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;wonderful&lt;/span&gt; washer / dryer all in one thingy, some one told me I will need one to wash my clothes so I got myself one of those... Just to find out it's a total piece of junk!! The washer are great, fantastic but that dryer thing, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know if I'm just the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;stupid&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;idiot&lt;/span&gt; that cant find away to get the darn thing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;working&lt;/span&gt; or if its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt; the bad &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;technology&lt;/span&gt; that just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; like me... Either way I CANT DRY MY CLOTHES... but I can cook a meal in the dryer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did I mention &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Trivian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... Hell addictive game but playing for 2 months now and still I'm nowhere in the game....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393593-1916747564347675154?l=gremsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/1916747564347675154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393593&amp;postID=1916747564347675154' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/1916747564347675154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/1916747564347675154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/2007/10/5-mins-in-between.html' title='5 Mins in between....'/><author><name>Gremlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12841566032420963720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1UAWEU6erxE/Rw6DuyS5tqI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Kij6m2xtWXA/s72-c/ksmn1771l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393593.post-149753602421377392</id><published>2007-08-03T22:08:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T22:44:24.403+02:00</updated><title type='text'>He's back.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1UAWEU6erxE/RrOMGqkbjrI/AAAAAAAAAHY/bTDVCyv5GSg/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094569649620356786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1UAWEU6erxE/RrOMGqkbjrI/AAAAAAAAAHY/bTDVCyv5GSg/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yip he's back....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Grem is alive, awake and ready for all the strange things your weird world brings his way while he's searching for all the goodies needed to get his ship up and running again for him to take his tour thuther throu the never ending blackness of space untill his final destination has been reached where he will relax and enjoy the rest of his live with all of them who got onto his litle black ship going towards the space where man has never gone before searching for all that cant be found in a single life time as all life lines are to short and never finds there place in gaya nor space where all posibility's come to an end with the un completion for life it self with or without any rituals where life will spawn again to complete the never ending circle of life to be lived by may after the fisrt has been born for weirdness to life and strive throu those who chose the beter end of for what they are not to be for now and for ever after the day of gaya to be seen and hold for all that lives and not to be.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393593-149753602421377392?l=gremsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/149753602421377392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393593&amp;postID=149753602421377392' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/149753602421377392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/149753602421377392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/2007/08/hes-back.html' title='He&apos;s back.....'/><author><name>Gremlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12841566032420963720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1UAWEU6erxE/RrOMGqkbjrI/AAAAAAAAAHY/bTDVCyv5GSg/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393593.post-4861789404091803783</id><published>2007-04-24T21:24:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T21:28:55.443+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Butterfly....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1UAWEU6erxE/Ri5aIiCIX0I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/9tNbcXIBOwM/s1600-h/butterflytamer2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1UAWEU6erxE/Ri5aIiCIX0I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/9tNbcXIBOwM/s320/butterflytamer2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057078534204841794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i look out my window on the world&lt;br /&gt;the things I saw, can not be told&lt;br /&gt;children lying naked in the streets&lt;br /&gt;young men deing for things, they don't believe&lt;br /&gt;and a butterfly can flatter by my window&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i look out my window on the world&lt;br /&gt;the things I saw, can not be told&lt;br /&gt;no silver stream, no plain accross&lt;br /&gt;just the war machines of steel and glass&lt;br /&gt;and a butterfly can flatter by my window&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so fly, litle butterfly&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing here for you and I&lt;br /&gt;a great big hole in a very big sky&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, litle butterfly&lt;br /&gt;flying to, sky of blue&lt;br /&gt;and leave it all behind&lt;br /&gt;butterfly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i look out my window on the world&lt;br /&gt;the things I saw, can not be told&lt;br /&gt;I saw the sun fade away&lt;br /&gt;colour's fo the rainbow turned to gray&lt;br /&gt;and a butterfly can flatter by my window&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so fly, litle butterfly&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing here for you and I&lt;br /&gt;a great big hole in a very big sky&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, litle butterfly&lt;br /&gt;flying to, sky of blue&lt;br /&gt;and leave it all behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dust to dust&lt;br /&gt;is all has to maze&lt;br /&gt;the ashes jug, has blown away&lt;br /&gt;now great new hug, bright new day&lt;br /&gt;no one hears to what i say&lt;br /&gt;spread your wings in to the sun, and fly&lt;br /&gt;and a butterfly can flatter by my window&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so fly, litle butterfly&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing here for you and I&lt;br /&gt;a great big hole in a very big sky&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, litle butterfly&lt;br /&gt;flying to, sky of blue&lt;br /&gt;leave it all behind&lt;br /&gt;butterfly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393593-4861789404091803783?l=gremsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/4861789404091803783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393593&amp;postID=4861789404091803783' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/4861789404091803783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/4861789404091803783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/2007/04/butterfly.html' title='Butterfly....'/><author><name>Gremlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12841566032420963720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1UAWEU6erxE/Ri5aIiCIX0I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/9tNbcXIBOwM/s72-c/butterflytamer2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393593.post-2810565266457599600</id><published>2007-03-21T22:17:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T22:37:48.859+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Enouth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1UAWEU6erxE/RgGTUheJOsI/AAAAAAAAAHE/xlWQ7wzQfWs/s1600-h/goth-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044475038423136962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1UAWEU6erxE/RgGTUheJOsI/AAAAAAAAAHE/xlWQ7wzQfWs/s320/goth-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its been a long time, life has gone on&lt;br /&gt;I'm still here and you're still there&lt;br /&gt;Not much has change as for my dreams&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still dreaming about fast classic cars&lt;br /&gt;Still dreaming for a life not here&lt;br /&gt;Still dreaming wanting more and more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I geuse that will never change&lt;br /&gt;My life will be all the same&lt;br /&gt;With or with out I'll still be me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll still care for you to be&lt;br /&gt;I'll still hope for some good&lt;br /&gt;I'll still want more and more&lt;br /&gt;I'll never have enouth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my greed are stronger&lt;br /&gt;And thats a batle I could not beat&lt;br /&gt;The batle of my happyness and love&lt;br /&gt;Loosing for years has come &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allway's wanting more when I got it all&lt;br /&gt;Pushing all to the limit and over&lt;br /&gt;Loosing everything everytime&lt;br /&gt;There's no stop in me, not at all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanting more, needing more&lt;br /&gt;Never to see that it's all perfect&lt;br /&gt;I got enouth, I don't need more&lt;br /&gt;That me know as day and night &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still I'm not satisfeid with all this&lt;br /&gt;I want more, I need more for now and then&lt;br /&gt;I need more forever, thats just me&lt;br /&gt;Nothings ever enouth, Nothing ever works&lt;br /&gt;I got to stop this, and now &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling I'm loosing again, just because&lt;br /&gt;Just because of greed, envy and jaliousy&lt;br /&gt;Damm this life, Damm this soul, Damm me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Blessed Be!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393593-2810565266457599600?l=gremsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/2810565266457599600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393593&amp;postID=2810565266457599600' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/2810565266457599600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/2810565266457599600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/2007/03/not-enouth.html' title='Not Enouth'/><author><name>Gremlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12841566032420963720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1UAWEU6erxE/RgGTUheJOsI/AAAAAAAAAHE/xlWQ7wzQfWs/s72-c/goth-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393593.post-406809661242846922</id><published>2007-03-01T22:56:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T00:11:18.040+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Alive or Dead</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1UAWEU6erxE/Rec-Ubc1ibI/AAAAAAAAAG4/HKa-wz6cJtw/s1600-h/Skin_Deep_by_YoukaiYume.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037063228924201394" style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1UAWEU6erxE/Rec-Ubc1ibI/AAAAAAAAAG4/HKa-wz6cJtw/s320/Skin_Deep_by_YoukaiYume.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting here not so sure&lt;br /&gt;All seems fine for now at least&lt;br /&gt;I feel so alive but yet it just can't be&lt;br /&gt;To be so happy for all are true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is here, I can feel&lt;br /&gt;Everything is here, I can see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's to good to be true&lt;br /&gt;This have to be false&lt;br /&gt;It just can't be, It's me&lt;br /&gt;Am I alive or am I dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw myself when still alive&lt;br /&gt;I saw myself as dead like now&lt;br /&gt;I'm living here just as you&lt;br /&gt;I'm living here with out a soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm as dead as alive can be&lt;br /&gt;I'm a skeleton wraped in skin&lt;br /&gt;With vains and blood running thru&lt;br /&gt;A heart to keep me not going blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yet my soul is not here&lt;br /&gt;My soul is lost somewhere I know&lt;br /&gt;It's looking after you day by day&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a zombie for my live's with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy as can be&lt;br /&gt;For a man walking with half of him&lt;br /&gt;You'll always be safe with my soul by you&lt;br /&gt;So let it be for you to be you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life makes no sence with out you&lt;br /&gt;I'm as dead as can be with out you&lt;br /&gt;And I know I don't have you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Blessed Be!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393593-406809661242846922?l=gremsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/406809661242846922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393593&amp;postID=406809661242846922' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/406809661242846922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/406809661242846922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/2007/03/alive-or-dead.html' title='Alive or Dead'/><author><name>Gremlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12841566032420963720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1UAWEU6erxE/Rec-Ubc1ibI/AAAAAAAAAG4/HKa-wz6cJtw/s72-c/Skin_Deep_by_YoukaiYume.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393593.post-3395843965577504648</id><published>2007-02-25T20:43:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T21:33:11.438+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Lonley Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1UAWEU6erxE/ReHju3PXzXI/AAAAAAAAAGo/yhLEAWa2Iug/s1600-h/the_color_of_loney_by_saiaii.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035556252618837362" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1UAWEU6erxE/ReHju3PXzXI/AAAAAAAAAGo/yhLEAWa2Iug/s320/the_color_of_loney_by_saiaii.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Such a lonely day &lt;div&gt;And its mine &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The most loneliest day of my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Such a lonely day &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Should be banned &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This day that I can't stand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The most loneliest day of my life &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The most loneliest day of my life &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Such a lonely day &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shouldn’t exist &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A day that Ill never miss &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Such a lonely day &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And its mine &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The most loneliest day of my life &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And if you go, I wanna go with you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And if you die, I wanna die with you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take your hand and walk away &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The most loneliest day of my life &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The most loneliest day of my life &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The most loneliest day of my life &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Such a lonely day &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And its mine &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A day that I’m glad I survived&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(System of a down)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed Be!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393593-3395843965577504648?l=gremsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/3395843965577504648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393593&amp;postID=3395843965577504648' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/3395843965577504648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/3395843965577504648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/2007/02/lonley-day.html' title='Lonley Day'/><author><name>Gremlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12841566032420963720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1UAWEU6erxE/ReHju3PXzXI/AAAAAAAAAGo/yhLEAWa2Iug/s72-c/the_color_of_loney_by_saiaii.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393593.post-6840847257038239566</id><published>2007-02-20T20:34:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T21:46:10.256+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A promise to be kept</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1UAWEU6erxE/RdtFJXPXzVI/AAAAAAAAAGI/88FrvDz_pzE/s1600-h/8aaf4b3911033067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033693035676290386" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1UAWEU6erxE/RdtFJXPXzVI/AAAAAAAAAGI/88FrvDz_pzE/s320/8aaf4b3911033067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Once apon a time&lt;br /&gt;You made a promise to me&lt;br /&gt;You said you'll always be&lt;br /&gt;As silly as I am&lt;br /&gt;I did believe &lt;p&gt;But time stepped on&lt;br /&gt;And alot has changed&lt;br /&gt;As you're not any more&lt;br /&gt;The promise is broken&lt;br /&gt;It's all you're fault&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why Why Why&lt;br /&gt;Why did you chose to go&lt;br /&gt;Why did you end this way&lt;br /&gt;Why did you leave me all alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you to much&lt;br /&gt;I need you to much&lt;br /&gt;I have to do this&lt;br /&gt;For me for you&lt;br /&gt;This is the only way&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The blade took it's path&lt;br /&gt;Through skin and vain&lt;br /&gt;Hope it's worth all the pain&lt;br /&gt;For you to be again&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I feel the blood moving&lt;br /&gt;I see each drop falling&lt;br /&gt;As the sand of your grave&lt;br /&gt;Swallows it all one by one&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My body gets weak&lt;br /&gt;The flowers havy&lt;br /&gt;It's close I can see&lt;br /&gt;I just have to sleep&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At last it's over&lt;br /&gt;Now we can be again&lt;br /&gt;As I ended for you're love&lt;br /&gt;I done all this&lt;br /&gt;For your promise to be true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;An ye harm none, do what ye will&lt;br /&gt;Blessed Be!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393593-6840847257038239566?l=gremsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/6840847257038239566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393593&amp;postID=6840847257038239566' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/6840847257038239566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/6840847257038239566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/2007/02/once-apon-time-you-made-promise-to-me.html' title='A promise to be kept'/><author><name>Gremlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12841566032420963720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1UAWEU6erxE/RdtFJXPXzVI/AAAAAAAAAGI/88FrvDz_pzE/s72-c/8aaf4b3911033067.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393593.post-2151678396222109274</id><published>2007-02-15T21:32:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T21:40:51.516+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Silence</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1UAWEU6erxE/RdS3OQzvfnI/AAAAAAAAAFg/jrPs5XkvliA/s1600-h/Gremtemplate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031848139337727602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1UAWEU6erxE/RdS3OQzvfnI/AAAAAAAAAFg/jrPs5XkvliA/s400/Gremtemplate.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1UAWEU6erxE/RdS1uwzvfmI/AAAAAAAAAFY/lQDOAyNz1nY/s1600-h/Gremtemplate.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Due to my silence on this blog, I have been trying to write my own templete and are so to say done. Have been bussy for a while on this and have just found out that this templete will not work but it will work on the old blogging system but not the new one.... :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this is back to the drawing board for me and hopefully I will crack the new xml coding for the blog soon. O what a time waste this was. O well thats life. some ya win some ya lose....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Blessed Be!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393593-2151678396222109274?l=gremsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/2151678396222109274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393593&amp;postID=2151678396222109274' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/2151678396222109274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/2151678396222109274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/2007/02/silence.html' title='Silence'/><author><name>Gremlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12841566032420963720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1UAWEU6erxE/RdS3OQzvfnI/AAAAAAAAAFg/jrPs5XkvliA/s72-c/Gremtemplate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393593.post-1556462166329765931</id><published>2007-02-12T17:57:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T18:26:22.292+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah another one....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1UAWEU6erxE/RdCOtwzvfiI/AAAAAAAAAEo/wTPB2uaHLGQ/s1600-h/06-val-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030677700620025378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1UAWEU6erxE/RdCOtwzvfiI/AAAAAAAAAEo/wTPB2uaHLGQ/s320/06-val-5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As every body has all ready done one and there has been so many said at each one, I decided to bore you all once again with another V-day post. It sucks yeah I know, but in this one I would like to put forward a conclusion I found in the patterns of the comments in the other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ppl's&lt;/span&gt; posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have realized that on each post there are a similar pattern. Some say yes and are in favour for the wonderful day, some say no and rejects the overrated day of the year. If you go and look very closely to the comments you will realize that its the same kind of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt; rating the day with the same rating. Yes the Singles and the not so singles seems to create separate gangs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the Not so single &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt; seems to think the day is all about advertising, making money and the fact that this day means nothing and are just a waste of time as each day should be for the love of your loved one... Well I do agree...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you have the singles, now the way I saw it is that all the single &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt; are in favour of this spectacular day, this one day where day can get there courage and stand up to say "I Love You". Now for them this day are allot more for the rest as they do not have that special someone to love everyday. For them this day means more than just money, advertising and exposure... And again I have to agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes man kind have done it again to take a beautiful day and create it into a money game, as every other holiday you get in the year... Think about it, witch holiday are not just a money making game for man kind?? Think a bit back to the days you were single and all alone, didn't V-day make you excited?? didn't V-day mean something to you?? I'm sure it did... yeah so it was 10 years ago, or close buy and you might disagree, but then Can you really remember how it feels to be alone, to have no one and nobody?? to have been single for so long your almost insane?? I bet its a NO...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just think about it... I know I'm in favour for V-day, although man has spoiled it with all there greed for money. But then again Christmas never meant anything to me until 2 Years ago &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Thanx&lt;/span&gt; for Lee that is. And last Christmas meant more than something ever did. again &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;thanx&lt;/span&gt; to Lee and the wonderful pig who sacrificed himself for me to enjoy. Well of the point now.... But think a bit and you will realize what it could have meant for you to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Blessed be!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393593-1556462166329765931?l=gremsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/1556462166329765931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393593&amp;postID=1556462166329765931' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/1556462166329765931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/1556462166329765931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/2007/02/yeah-another-one.html' title='Yeah another one....'/><author><name>Gremlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12841566032420963720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1UAWEU6erxE/RdCOtwzvfiI/AAAAAAAAAEo/wTPB2uaHLGQ/s72-c/06-val-5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393593.post-6207820302053257134</id><published>2007-02-07T20:57:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T21:11:09.315+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Visit at the MD</title><content type='html'>Hay there peeps well tonight you guys don't get a pick as I'm just to lazy for that. Well yeah I were in a meeting with my MD today jumping over my boss straight thru to the main peanut in the peanut factory, demanding to resign as I got a very good over this morning. Everything whent great and I was officially resigned as of tomorrow. The the Owner and the MD had a meating and right afterwards my phone rang. "Darn what do he want now??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was told that he wants to sort this out and that he'll do anything. Okay I thought yeah right, before I could say anything he said that he knows that me and me boss does not sit around the same tabel and he also told me that I don't have to worry about that anymore as my boss fired and I have to look for someone to work under me... (anyone looking for a job??) And I have just last month got a R1000 raise, well geuse what I'm a happy employee at my old job again as I got exactly the half of my pay for a raise to day, Now I can't complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How in the world can I mean so much to them and not even know it?? What the hell do they see in me?? Well what ever it is, They just proofed to me today that they really want me there and that this is a place where I can built my future, so I decided that I'll stay and I'll stop looking for something else and see where this wonderfull path leads me. Who knows and I have also decided to begin to make some great investments. Lee we have to talk....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Blessed Be!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393593-6207820302053257134?l=gremsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/6207820302053257134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393593&amp;postID=6207820302053257134' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/6207820302053257134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/6207820302053257134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/2007/02/visit-at-md.html' title='Visit at the MD'/><author><name>Gremlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12841566032420963720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393593.post-3379885933584306246</id><published>2007-02-06T22:04:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T22:06:04.267+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Weekend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1UAWEU6erxE/RcjfmyEvFcI/AAAAAAAAAEc/RbBpJ8texE4/s1600-h/Sunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028514841328817602" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1UAWEU6erxE/RcjfmyEvFcI/AAAAAAAAAEc/RbBpJ8texE4/s320/Sunset.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay my weekend was wonderful and just magnificent. And I wouldn't even talk about the beauty of it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fridays after work I went to pick up my fellow friend up so we can go thru to nelspruit. As I got there I met our personal entertainer for the trip down to nelspruit with his guitar and booze and we where off on flight Grem... The road till there were okay and we cruised down 180km/h average all the way, with a patch here and there that went more like 200km/h but it all went well and now just waiting to see for any tickets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got there after thinking we are going wrong way just to realize that me baby should become a 4x4 to enter the place, got in with no damage though. Parked and we First off all been showed where the bar is, and shown where's our room. And we were off, unpacking the car and started to drink and everybody jumped in the pool, well almost everybody. And yet some more drinking, playing some snooker and drinking, smoking and drinking, he he okay think you got the point. Last snooker game finished at about 4 (finally as no one could shoot a ball straight anymore) and of to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come Saturday about 7 or 8 in the morning and just heard a BANG!!!! Okay we have to get up... No wait back in bed my heads dieing here. Had a great breakfast and off we went. Coolers packed with the refreshers smokes in me pocket and a seat on the 4x4. Went to 4x4 thru the place and as Lani said, we stopped a few times. "What are we looking at? A bird. O again!" Well we saw a long neck creather at that stage and some birds. O yeah and don't forget the Cow but the trip was worth a lot more. Then THE CASTEL. WOW is all I can say, you guys have to see that place, it WOW. The guy took the Castle (Fort) of some kind that where there and are busy fixing it up. Now that was magnificent. then up to a bypass back home with some more bundubashing involved, stopped and all back in the pool can't blame them it was darn hot out there. With some more booze and booze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday we went for some more 4x4 on a mountain in "badplaas" and saw some.... yeah you know Birds... he he. O yeah before I forget, Saturday we got a single 12 gage shotgun in our hands and shot some fast flying clay pigeons, Now I think that’s the high light of my weekend although I one shot one out of the sky:( ...... back to Sunday, as we stopped at one stage we run into a bug called a "Tor" don’t know what the hell that is in English. Now this you had to see, we played fetch with the thing and I promise if it could have picked up the stones and rocks we thru at him he would have brought it back for us. It chased the the rocks all the way and came humming around us after words, and that when on for about 30mins. Well the day was great but didn't do anything else than riding out the dirt roads. Had some nasty weather and no power for the rest of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday morning 2o'clock the road back to my normal boring home.... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the weekend was great and one to remember for always... Thanx Allot...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Blessed be!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393593-3379885933584306246?l=gremsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/3379885933584306246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393593&amp;postID=3379885933584306246' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/3379885933584306246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/3379885933584306246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/2007/02/great-weekend.html' title='Great Weekend!'/><author><name>Gremlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12841566032420963720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1UAWEU6erxE/RcjfmyEvFcI/AAAAAAAAAEc/RbBpJ8texE4/s72-c/Sunset.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393593.post-4643623544636725377</id><published>2007-02-01T21:03:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T21:23:54.323+02:00</updated><title type='text'>It was great...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1UAWEU6erxE/RcI5tyEvFbI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ZAg_KAlgJ0M/s1600-h/GodfatherPTANewLogo.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026643592797427122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1UAWEU6erxE/RcI5tyEvFbI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ZAg_KAlgJ0M/s320/GodfatherPTANewLogo.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First off all I have to say that this place was excellent according to me and I would like to thanx my special lady friend for sugesting this place. I really loved the whole feeling of this place every thing neet and perfect. The lighting settings was just right with the litle candel in the middel of the table, well that was until some idiot asked to brighten things up. The food was fantastic and the service I have to say get a full A++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my company that I had with me, one word...... Wonderfull. She was alot more than expected, I really really enjoyed my evening with her, I had a great time and would do it again any time. Thanx alot for the evening...  I woke up this morning the first time in about 3months fully sleeped out, Not teierd nor lazy. Now I don't know why for that but I hope it lasts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I'm a man with so to say no words tonight. Just wanted to let ya know that things whent well. Have a great weekend ppl. See ya all on monday again. hehe if only............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Blessed Be!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393593-4643623544636725377?l=gremsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/4643623544636725377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393593&amp;postID=4643623544636725377' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/4643623544636725377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/4643623544636725377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/2007/02/it-was-great.html' title='It was great...'/><author><name>Gremlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12841566032420963720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1UAWEU6erxE/RcI5tyEvFbI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ZAg_KAlgJ0M/s72-c/GodfatherPTANewLogo.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393593.post-7880950861875358631</id><published>2007-01-30T22:50:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T00:32:16.584+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Confuzed World!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1UAWEU6erxE/Rb--ZoeTEvI/AAAAAAAAAD8/mozBpJ7gqSk/s1600-h/923f4aba5dd3cc8f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025945056739267314" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1UAWEU6erxE/Rb--ZoeTEvI/AAAAAAAAAD8/mozBpJ7gqSk/s320/923f4aba5dd3cc8f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ones world can get so easely confuzed with all these ups and downs that life thro to us unwarned and unexpected, the darn bugger keep throing me agains the head just to spite me. Chasing you this way then that way up here down there and whallaaa Confuzed. (darn I cant remember what I wanted to say)... &lt;p&gt;At this stage I don't know where I am. I'm unhappy when it comes to work and just life. But there is thi shappy place I have now that keeps me up above every thing, No matter how mad you make me, how sad you make me or how unhappy I might feel. that litle happyness is keeping a smile on my silly litle face, Keeps a smile in my voice and keeps me so calm that it doesn't even bother me what you say or do. Now this is confuzing me. I Should be sad right now but hay I'm smilling and are very very joyfull.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Even though the bad are 1000 times more than the good, The good always win. hehe. Yeah I feel like that tree. Just relaxing in the sunset but at the same time deing in the cold dept of the world, killing me step by step, second by secondwith it low temputer. Hanging upside down as nothing makes sence thats going on, lost in every way that my mind can go, thoughts are running out faster than it takes my hair to turn gray (believe me thats so closes already... hehe) and last but not least as its the biggest thing keeping me on the go. Standing in the sunsine growing and becoming green feeding of all the bad and making it good. One goood thing like the sun for the tree can make your life the best there is.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.S. Beware to much can be bad too, if a tree only have sun it would burn to death.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;An ye harm none, do what ye will.&lt;br /&gt;Blessed be!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393593-7880950861875358631?l=gremsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/7880950861875358631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393593&amp;postID=7880950861875358631' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/7880950861875358631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/7880950861875358631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/2007/01/confuzed-world.html' title='Confuzed World!!'/><author><name>Gremlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12841566032420963720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1UAWEU6erxE/Rb--ZoeTEvI/AAAAAAAAAD8/mozBpJ7gqSk/s72-c/923f4aba5dd3cc8f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393593.post-1133635989456487036</id><published>2007-01-29T21:21:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T22:11:49.912+02:00</updated><title type='text'>NOSjunkie becoming a GAMEjunkie....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1UAWEU6erxE/Rb5NDoeTEtI/AAAAAAAAADg/Uxul8z9gm5E/s1600-h/Picture+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025538958991495890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="210" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1UAWEU6erxE/Rb5NDoeTEtI/AAAAAAAAADg/Uxul8z9gm5E/s320/Picture+025.jpg" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Okay so yeah maybe for you peeps this means nothing, But for me and my buddy Stiffy this means the world. Come one Lee is playing a game WOW!!! And even more is the fact that she consitrate so much that when me and DW speak to her she hears nothing. And then she always said she dont like playing games and she gets irretated playing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1UAWEU6erxE/Rb5ME4eTEsI/AAAAAAAAADY/h2pQfgAB5eE/s1600-h/Picture+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025537880954704578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 249px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" height="188" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1UAWEU6erxE/Rb5ME4eTEsI/AAAAAAAAADY/h2pQfgAB5eE/s320/Picture+026.jpg" width="237" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But give her some purple dragons and fluffy flying creaters to shoot and she's as happy as a puppy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O ain't life great, things just happen to you when you never expected it. Things get found when your lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry peeps that I haven't been posting for a while but I have so much problems with my internet these last few days, couldn't connect and if it did it always just disconnected again in a few mins...&lt;br /&gt;I know I ow you all a decent post and I know that Mr. Marra can't wait for some dark suff but I have to say at this stage I'm a bit to happy for things like that. Sorry Marra.... LOL&lt;br /&gt;I will post a decent topic and post soon. Hopefully after the middle of the week it will be done... Don't know yet still waiting for an answer, That reminds me have to ask if its a yes or a no....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Blessed Be!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393593-1133635989456487036?l=gremsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/1133635989456487036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393593&amp;postID=1133635989456487036' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/1133635989456487036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/1133635989456487036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/2007/01/nosjunkie-becoming-gamejunkie.html' title='NOSjunkie becoming a GAMEjunkie....'/><author><name>Gremlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12841566032420963720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1UAWEU6erxE/Rb5NDoeTEtI/AAAAAAAAADg/Uxul8z9gm5E/s72-c/Picture+025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393593.post-5698178576350564644</id><published>2007-01-21T22:10:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T22:41:27.327+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mind Cleared</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1UAWEU6erxE/RbPJb5cZ0aI/AAAAAAAAADE/tc-IS46m8_E/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022579490561839522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1UAWEU6erxE/RbPJb5cZ0aI/AAAAAAAAADE/tc-IS46m8_E/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I've been gone for this weekend, wel away from home and all the normal places in my life... Now with that I jave treid to clear my mind so I had to be alone to do this. Just to get every thing out thats in there and trouhing every thing in the trash can when I got it all out, Yip it all is going to the dumps... It's time that old Gremmy becomes him self again, Just a litle freak with legs... and well as hard as it maybe, this is gonna happen again and very very soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well friday was still my normal boring life at home. And all the fun started on saterday. Okay I must admit that saterday was just one hell of a big mess in my mind. As I sat there all alone in a dark litle room, my mind began to go places, places bad and evil, places sad and morbid, places that just made me so down and depressed it just isn't true. But with all that it is something that had to happen and I'm glad it did. It made me realize whats really going on in my life and what really count in my life... Hell I can go on with my life as a sad and morbid person or I can do so as a happy litle freak just running around and enjoying life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was a great sucess thou. I woke up sunday with a smile on my face hapy to just be. Now doesn't that sound better. Yeah I smiled early in the morning, thats something I haven't done for a while, But now thats coming back. I reallized that there's so many good things in my life that I chose to ignore as I was looking for all bad things to kleen on. Well ppl I'm as happy as can be on this moment. Yeah sure there will still be dark and morbid things happening here on my blog, but thats just because I love it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I still have till thuesday to sort every thing out thats still bodering me but that will be done... From thuesday on I'll be the old litle Gremlin with his split personality's... The good and the evil... hehe. Well some will know what I'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'll proberly have to end this as I'm not writing a noval here. So to all my minions, have a great and fantastic day I really hope you'll enjoy it as much as humanly possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;An ye harm none, do what ye will!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Blessed Be!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;P.S. Hope your okay Sammy...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393593-5698178576350564644?l=gremsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/5698178576350564644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393593&amp;postID=5698178576350564644' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/5698178576350564644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/5698178576350564644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/2007/01/mind-cleared.html' title='Mind Cleared'/><author><name>Gremlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12841566032420963720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1UAWEU6erxE/RbPJb5cZ0aI/AAAAAAAAADE/tc-IS46m8_E/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393593.post-3778263962064976060</id><published>2007-01-17T21:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T21:18:52.770+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool Leason!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1UAWEU6erxE/Ra5ypZcZ0ZI/AAAAAAAAAC4/H5L1KvnO7nw/s1600-h/third-fate-of-addiction.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021076690094903698" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1UAWEU6erxE/Ra5ypZcZ0ZI/AAAAAAAAAC4/H5L1KvnO7nw/s320/third-fate-of-addiction.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hay peeps. I have learned a cool leason yesterday and its worth every second of the pain. I always thought that you will bleed to death if you cut of a body part with out any medical treatment after wards, but I was wrong. I have learned that if you use a grinder to cut that body part off you will not bleed to death... as a grinder burn its way through and dont really cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I learned this the hard way by almost cutting of my finger, it looked so cool. It looks like a hole in your hand, no blood no nothing just a hole as every thing has been burned and sealed.&lt;br /&gt;Okay yes its darn swore as its half way throu the bone but no blood. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have found a "stick a stich" its a plaster doing the job of a stich, two three days more and you would never say it was that deep. it has already begin to heal and the skin has attached it self to each other as long there is no strain, other whise it just pull open again, Gosh Have to love these "stick a stitch" I'll never have to go to a docter again... Yippeeee.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEHE okay have to cut this short, the weather is treing to kill my pc with all its lightning bolts. Chat soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Blessed be!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393593-3778263962064976060?l=gremsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/3778263962064976060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393593&amp;postID=3778263962064976060' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/3778263962064976060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/3778263962064976060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/2007/01/cool-leason.html' title='Cool Leason!!'/><author><name>Gremlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12841566032420963720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1UAWEU6erxE/Ra5ypZcZ0ZI/AAAAAAAAAC4/H5L1KvnO7nw/s72-c/third-fate-of-addiction.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393593.post-4449948851200369988</id><published>2007-01-15T22:36:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T22:36:22.042+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Price Less!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1UAWEU6erxE/Ravc3JcZ0XI/AAAAAAAAACo/ey4zN35fg4s/s1600-h/pm31covr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 202px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1UAWEU6erxE/Ravc3JcZ0XI/AAAAAAAAACo/ey4zN35fg4s/s320/pm31covr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020349049620517234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I got up this morning knowing this will be a normal working day for me. Yes I will go in to work, have my cup of sugarless coffy, go and sit down and sort out my day and beening sh@ted on... Guese what exactly that happened, so as I standed there while my boss were getting his temper up and shouting at me as if I just made his litle girl pregnant, I was thinking now what will be the coolest way of resigning?? mmmmm.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well yeah I resigned today, you had to see it, I never thought that one's eye's can open that wide. Now have you seen how a meeting get orginized in 1sec? Have you ever had your boss on his knees for you?? Well I can say I had. I resigned and I was begged over and over and over to stay, he was on his knees in front of me for some silly reason, begging me to stay saying sorry over and over. mmmm....... I wonder if I should?? Nope sorry mind made up. Well they are offering me a better package tomorrow, Changing things for me. Lets see what happens tomorrow. but What ever happens I'm so sure I'm still leaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do ppl never care of whats around them? What they have until its to late?? Why sould ppl be blind and just care about them self, Gosh I hate mankind, so self centered, every thing is only going about them selfs and no one else...  I believe if you look after your ppl or friends they will look after you. so why keep everything for your self? Because your better than us?? Well the hell with you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blessed be!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393593-4449948851200369988?l=gremsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/4449948851200369988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393593&amp;postID=4449948851200369988' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/4449948851200369988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/4449948851200369988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/2007/01/price-less.html' title='Price Less!!'/><author><name>Gremlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12841566032420963720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1UAWEU6erxE/Ravc3JcZ0XI/AAAAAAAAACo/ey4zN35fg4s/s72-c/pm31covr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393593.post-4364810422932478335</id><published>2007-01-14T19:15:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T19:47:57.208+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy Weekend....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1UAWEU6erxE/RapmKpcZ0WI/AAAAAAAAACY/55DCIgH1TZE/s1600-h/4ce9d0631af51a38.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1UAWEU6erxE/RapmKpcZ0WI/AAAAAAAAACY/55DCIgH1TZE/s320/4ce9d0631af51a38.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019937067767550306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hi there all my fellowers of the ring of life... O what a weekend, I cant remember when last I was as lazy as this one thats just past, it's not like me to be so useless for a whole weekend. I really just wasted some good air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see Friday was a horroble day at work. My boss that has resigned on thursday had decided to pull his resignation back and just took some sort notice leave. But with this whole excircise he done here there where a few things that just dissapeared from my van stock and 90% of my tools are also gone. Well friday night I thought of going to Miss Lee and Mr DW freak just to go and say hi, well my baby thought that she don't wanna drive and there where just nothing I could do about it. So I stayed at home and done nothing in front of the tv on my futon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well saterday.... I got up at about 10 and I just quiclky fixed my baby and took a litle trip to my fellow freaks as I have been missing the two litle buggers.Been there for about an hourjust standing there listenning at DW blaberbox that he calls a mouth (hehehe). Went home from there and just walked till the TV and down with me. For the rest of the weekend I imagined&lt;br /&gt;that I'm a mushroom just lying there in the dark coner growing on everything my hands could get to eat... Sunday guese what I was still laying there doing nothing had no sleep as I was bussy the whole weekend just watching movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I really treid to just lay there and built up some penicillen for the week but for some strange reason those things just dont wanna grow on me, I treid everything, lying there in a dark damp cold corner and still nothing. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe well something that did happen this weekend is that my boss had made my mind up for me. I'm resigning tomorrow as I had enought of his sh@t, I can't take it anymore I'm on the virtual point to just grab a something and beat the living sh@t out of him. So in stead I'll just resign and walk away, as far as possible away from him. Luckely my interview on friday went good but its not a done case yet, so I just hold my thumbs that, thats ganna happen or well I'll just have to make the best of being workless. Well things cant really go worse than it are so what the hell.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;And ye harm none, do what ye will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Honor, Responsibility and Duty Always!&lt;br /&gt;Strength be to me and to thee.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blessed be!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393593-4364810422932478335?l=gremsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/4364810422932478335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393593&amp;postID=4364810422932478335' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/4364810422932478335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/4364810422932478335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/2007/01/lazy-weekend.html' title='Lazy Weekend....'/><author><name>Gremlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12841566032420963720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1UAWEU6erxE/RapmKpcZ0WI/AAAAAAAAACY/55DCIgH1TZE/s72-c/4ce9d0631af51a38.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393593.post-8338254089936630004</id><published>2007-01-11T21:40:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T22:13:28.604+02:00</updated><title type='text'>This is not a good start....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1UAWEU6erxE/RaaaNpcZ0UI/AAAAAAAAACE/XkU4Q6bttXI/s1600-h/do%20shit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018868394004959554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1UAWEU6erxE/RaaaNpcZ0UI/AAAAAAAAACE/XkU4Q6bttXI/s320/do%2520shit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hi there all. yeah this is 2007 another year has past and still sitting at the same place than last year this time. No wait I'm acctually a bit lower than last year. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well lets see what happened this year so far. mmmmm I got teired of my wonderfull boss and all his crap. But then he has just resigned today so I have to take over and I have to try and do my own work but I just dont get time to do every thing. I'm running around like a mad cow with two legs and wings on his head. Darn ppl just think every thing takes no longer than 5mins to finnish. But the good news off it all is that I may have a interview tommorow. Hope fully there will happen something so that my life can get back on track, Cant waste another year. Really the only thing happened last year was all my good friends I made.... Now that made everything worth while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My baby.... Well I dont really wanna start with her, after all the love and care I gave her last year she still dont love me as much as I love her. As I stair into her big shiny eye's in the morning when I wake up, with her red hair giving off that golden shine as soon the sun light toutches her perfectly shaped boddy, *sigh* Oh all the money spend last year to keep her happy, all my hard work and all my effort for nothing.... hehe ne not that bad. after I done her motor and had her running like a baby again she decided that she wants to rest a bit more and I had to replace the whole suspention, after that was fixed and 100% she decided that her power steering should not work anymore..... Oh I give up... One thing after another... Just never stops does it???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well enoth with all my mouning and grouning.... Enjoy your year peeps. Hope to hear alot from ya all and hope that you all will sucseed in what your dreaming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH yeah Lee. I knewyou can do it.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393593-8338254089936630004?l=gremsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/8338254089936630004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393593&amp;postID=8338254089936630004' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/8338254089936630004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/8338254089936630004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/2007/01/this-is-not-good-start.html' title='This is not a good start....'/><author><name>Gremlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12841566032420963720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1UAWEU6erxE/RaaaNpcZ0UI/AAAAAAAAACE/XkU4Q6bttXI/s72-c/do%2520shit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393593.post-6814431138614694912</id><published>2006-12-26T20:10:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T20:24:46.430+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A wish for you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1UAWEU6erxE/RZFoRr6CS4I/AAAAAAAAAB4/3LN5A_Eqvqk/s1600-h/shooting-star.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012902513293282178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 508px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="215" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1UAWEU6erxE/RZFoRr6CS4I/AAAAAAAAAB4/3LN5A_Eqvqk/s400/shooting-star.jpg" width="548" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last night I saw a shooting star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I made a wish with all my hart &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They say a wish do come tue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When it all o so true &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I could have wished for my dream car &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I could have wished for rich and fame &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I could have wished for something hard &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I could have wished for all I want &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But instead I wished for you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not for you to love me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not for you to want me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But for you to see me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just to feel your soft skin &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To taste your soft lips&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To smell your beauty &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To see the colour of your soul &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's all I'll need &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My wish is for you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For you to be happy &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For you to be spoiled &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For your my prinsess &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My smile, My life &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So here's to you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And you alone... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Blessed be!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393593-6814431138614694912?l=gremsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/6814431138614694912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393593&amp;postID=6814431138614694912' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/6814431138614694912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/6814431138614694912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/2006/12/last-night-i-saw-shooting-star-and-i.html' title='A wish for you'/><author><name>Gremlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12841566032420963720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1UAWEU6erxE/RZFoRr6CS4I/AAAAAAAAAB4/3LN5A_Eqvqk/s72-c/shooting-star.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393593.post-4255192763911942233</id><published>2006-12-14T21:15:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T22:40:21.517+02:00</updated><title type='text'>How do you tag a Freak??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1UAWEU6erxE/RYGjUUiLAYI/AAAAAAAAABs/emWJLoYJtLw/s1600-h/b489e6630eac690d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008463830117450114" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="320" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1UAWEU6erxE/RYGjUUiLAYI/AAAAAAAAABs/emWJLoYJtLw/s320/b489e6630eac690d.jpg" width="276" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Okay so I have been tagged by Sammy to show you six weird things about me... Okay fine, But now you tell me. How do you ask a crazy weird freak to name six weird things about him?? According to me every thing I do are normal, but okay I'll try my best....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) Okay I'm not afraid of a snake or spider ect. ( find them sort of addorable ) And yeah there you are sitting and thinking thats not weird right... But the weird part is the fact that I am soooo scared of a little horsie, I cant stand 10 meters to a horse thats not behind a fecnce and I'm a ball of goose bumps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) The way I think... ( well according to friends ) If you take some thing little like a light bulp. You say well plug it in and light. me again will think of how this thing works, why if you normally heat glass it breaks but here there's a 0.5mm glass that gets to the heat of 300 degrees ( you can look it up if you dont believe me ) and yet it never burst. the wire are 0.2mm and takes a while to burn out on 220V. put the same size wire on a 12V battery and it will melt in 0.2 of a second... Why's that??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) Believing.... I'm a fond believer of things, like my wonderfull Aliens, yeah they are there.... and the conspiresy theory's, you see a corn field and I see the millitary base underneeth the corn fields. The missile silo's dressed as those big round buildings "where they put the corn in". haha watch out for the nuclear popcorn....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) My little sleeping places... There are a few times that I have passed out on a little bathroom carpet, you know those small little thingy's in front of our shower. Yes them, that, close to life wires and plugs and I sleep like a baby... or underneeth my compers desk, Once in a cars boot never again though, that was the worst sleeping experience I ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.) The devil in me.... Now this is the evil grem that comes out to play every now and then, with just the right trigger and believe you me, when thats triggerd you will eassely see it in my face. *smile* Okay this is when I blow up every once's meat on the fire with exploding rocks, Playing with a burning worm ("brand wurm" hehe) thats about 10cm long. hehe stuff like that and more but this page is sencored ******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.) My love for pain.... Okay don't get me wrong here, I will never go and hurt my self for the fun of it, okay almost never but I do so every now and then but we don't really talk about that. I broke my arm a few years ago and well I didn't feel it until I treid to pick something up and saw that my arm was bent. Okay the broken neck was just plain hell. Got burn marks on my arms somewhere that should have been only one but got 4.... oops!! I once looked how hard eastrand malls roof walls are, well it was stronger than me after connecting the wall at atleast 15km/h face first. the wall still standed.... oops. Trying a suicide move with a rhynobroard that your puls stands 3cm swallon. that was fun, hehe.... kinky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well theres a few well six points for ya all. we'll for me they all are normal but for you it might be crazy, weird and think that I'm a freak. Well thank you because I am. Okay one more for you guy's or girl's. I'm how old?? I done matriek langauges and I still can't spell and get lost when ever there are big words used like .................. well sorry the words to big for me, cant prenouns it so can't spell it. haha then also a dictionary are made to check your spelling right?? Well how the hell can you do that if you dont know how its spelled?? you cant search a word to confirm the spelling if you dont know how it sould look like, so what does that really help??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then.... hehe okay I'll stop I'll go on now for ever with this little small thingy's.... So I TAG the one and only, the ruler off all, the all knowing...... Give me a D, Give me a O, Give me a N.... hehe Okay fine. I TAG Miss Donsie....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Blessed Be!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393593-4255192763911942233?l=gremsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/4255192763911942233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393593&amp;postID=4255192763911942233' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/4255192763911942233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/4255192763911942233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/2006/12/how-do-you-tag-freak.html' title='How do you tag a Freak??'/><author><name>Gremlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12841566032420963720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1UAWEU6erxE/RYGjUUiLAYI/AAAAAAAAABs/emWJLoYJtLw/s72-c/b489e6630eac690d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393593.post-12811338395594990</id><published>2006-12-12T21:08:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T21:56:59.787+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Addiction</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1UAWEU6erxE/RX8IxYDshtI/AAAAAAAAABg/nycOoC6QLhs/s1600-h/drug-addiction-342320.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007730955023845074" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1UAWEU6erxE/RX8IxYDshtI/AAAAAAAAABg/nycOoC6QLhs/s320/drug-addiction-342320.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I wake up in the morning&lt;br /&gt;I know I need it&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of the day&lt;br /&gt;I know I need it&lt;br /&gt;In the start of the evening&lt;br /&gt;I know I need it&lt;br /&gt;Before I go to bed&lt;br /&gt;I know I need it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an addiction&lt;br /&gt;Yes I do&lt;br /&gt;I cant go with out it&lt;br /&gt;I feel so dead&lt;br /&gt;With out there's no life&lt;br /&gt;With out I'm not me&lt;br /&gt;I need it now&lt;br /&gt;I needed it today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm laying here on the floor&lt;br /&gt;My body begins to get cold&lt;br /&gt;As blood moves thru my vains&lt;br /&gt;I'm sweating rivers&lt;br /&gt;I cant get up, the drugs to low&lt;br /&gt;My brain cant function with out&lt;br /&gt;My body don't obbay&lt;br /&gt;I have an addiction&lt;br /&gt;I have no cure&lt;br /&gt;Just my drug&lt;br /&gt;For now and here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your my drug&lt;br /&gt;Your my wake up call&lt;br /&gt;Your my days energy&lt;br /&gt;Your my good night kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to hear from you&lt;br /&gt;I have to see your smile&lt;br /&gt;I have to stair into your deep eye's&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so much&lt;br /&gt;I miss your soul&lt;br /&gt;I need you in my life&lt;br /&gt;Please dont be so silent&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393593-12811338395594990?l=gremsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/12811338395594990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393593&amp;postID=12811338395594990' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/12811338395594990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/12811338395594990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/2006/12/addiction.html' title='Addiction'/><author><name>Gremlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12841566032420963720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1UAWEU6erxE/RX8IxYDshtI/AAAAAAAAABg/nycOoC6QLhs/s72-c/drug-addiction-342320.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393593.post-980653722288535346</id><published>2006-12-10T20:41:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T21:12:17.782+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Year has past...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1UAWEU6erxE/RXxVJ6-R_lI/AAAAAAAAAA8/JESDkdEhuto/s1600-h/sense008.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006970514666815058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1UAWEU6erxE/RXxVJ6-R_lI/AAAAAAAAAA8/JESDkdEhuto/s320/sense008.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wel every one has already done a cristmass post, and every one are getting ready for leave, (Lucky peasants) so I decided I'll do this before you all go and leave me alone here to suffer thru my long december month...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most is done with there christmass sopping every thing wrapped signed and and redy to dish out, waiting patiantly to see the smile on the persons face when recieving there perssies and the fake smile when they see what they have recieved from you saying thanks this is great... (mean while their brain is shouting out what the hell sould I do with this??) Aaaahhh aint cristmass just the best??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well hope fully every thing works out so that I can spend my christmass with my chosen fadamily (Lee and Stiffy) so that I can also spend that time with the ppl close to my hart, Wish there were bit more that I could include in my christmass but mmmmm......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So merry christmas to all.... And a happy new year!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaahhh New years.... Camping out in our new soon to be front yard with anoth liquer to feed the poor, (Darm aren't I glad I'm poor), a Braai to feed my litle pet (very demanding for Lots of food) that would hopefully be before we break the neck of the first botle fished out of the can. A litle bit of fun activities and alot of KINGS... (dare to chiken out and that will be your end) and soon to past out some where on a rock where you will be left to rot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice holiday peeps. Enjoy every minute of it as next christmass is still far far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Blessed be!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393593-980653722288535346?l=gremsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/980653722288535346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393593&amp;postID=980653722288535346' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/980653722288535346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/980653722288535346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/2006/12/another-year-has-past.html' title='Another Year has past...'/><author><name>Gremlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12841566032420963720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1UAWEU6erxE/RXxVJ6-R_lI/AAAAAAAAAA8/JESDkdEhuto/s72-c/sense008.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393593.post-7307356357749348676</id><published>2006-12-06T21:43:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T22:11:05.904+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The words BRB...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1UAWEU6erxE/RXchhq-R_kI/AAAAAAAAAAs/4HXxEiEe_EI/s1600-h/brb.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1UAWEU6erxE/RXchhq-R_kI/AAAAAAAAAAs/4HXxEiEe_EI/s320/brb.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005506373200510530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Can anyone please tell me what BRB means... I always thought that it means "Be Right Back", and this last few days I was proven wrong this three letters just cant mean that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been getting this so much the last few days, just a small "brb" and geuse what, that brb turns into a big NEVER. As I'm sitting there and wait for the back part, I just realized that that back will never be today. So I guese the next time I get a "BRB" I have to say good bye and have a nice evening, sweat dreams and We'll chat tomorrow again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I know this post is just a lot of crap but why say BRB if you never come back?? Why not just say good bye?? At least then I know "Till next time". So now for the new meaning of BRB... Well I guese that means Bath, Room, Bed... So good night!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well all BRB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span align="center" style="color: rgb(0, 172, 255);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Blessed be!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393593-7307356357749348676?l=gremsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/7307356357749348676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393593&amp;postID=7307356357749348676' title='51 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/7307356357749348676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/7307356357749348676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/2006/12/words-brb.html' title='The words BRB...'/><author><name>Gremlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12841566032420963720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1UAWEU6erxE/RXchhq-R_kI/AAAAAAAAAAs/4HXxEiEe_EI/s72-c/brb.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>51</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393593.post-2073082895067818515</id><published>2006-12-04T22:09:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T17:41:36.252+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Shadows...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1UAWEU6erxE/RXSMwhlVNsI/AAAAAAAAAAY/rZGZFWaJqcg/s1600-h/prod_891_29146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1UAWEU6erxE/RXSMwhlVNsI/AAAAAAAAAAY/rZGZFWaJqcg/s400/prod_891_29146.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004779851192022722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As I wake up in the mornings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As I open my eye's&lt;br /&gt;I look in to the darkness&lt;br /&gt;Of my lost and lonely soul&lt;br /&gt;I'm surounded by blackness&lt;br /&gt;I only see shadows of all&lt;br /&gt;As all surounds me&lt;br /&gt;In this small place of mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see myself standing here&lt;br /&gt;All afraid of what cant be seen&lt;br /&gt;The space is getting smaller&lt;br /&gt;As more surounds me&lt;br /&gt;Everything is building up&lt;br /&gt;I feel like falling down&lt;br /&gt;And cry some tears&lt;br /&gt;But I know tears will never do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's sharp as it moves through my skin&lt;br /&gt;My blood is slowly pouring out&lt;br /&gt;As each drop makes its way to the ground&lt;br /&gt;I can feel my body weakening&lt;br /&gt;My eye's dont want to see&lt;br /&gt;My minds not getting air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can feel my life moving out&lt;br /&gt;My body getting colder&lt;br /&gt;As I hear the drops falling&lt;br /&gt;I know this is the end&lt;br /&gt;The end of me being me&lt;br /&gt;The blade has won&lt;br /&gt;As I let it to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All gets darker&lt;br /&gt;All gets  softer&lt;br /&gt;And all thats left&lt;br /&gt;is Silence....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span align="center" style="color: rgb(0, 172, 255);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Blessed be!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393593-2073082895067818515?l=gremsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/2073082895067818515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393593&amp;postID=2073082895067818515' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/2073082895067818515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/2073082895067818515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/2006/12/shadows.html' title='Shadows...'/><author><name>Gremlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12841566032420963720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1UAWEU6erxE/RXSMwhlVNsI/AAAAAAAAAAY/rZGZFWaJqcg/s72-c/prod_891_29146.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393593.post-4007905710872603881</id><published>2006-11-30T19:40:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T20:08:34.110+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2425/3954/1600/755903/Gremlins-Gizmo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 176px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2425/3954/400/569193/Gremlins-Gizmo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hay there all, I'm back on popular demand, hehe ne just kidding I missed my blog and all my freinds. But yeah I have found out that there are a lot more ppl reading my blog that I known as they all asked me why I'm not blogging any more. Well sorry for not being here for all this time, Just have been so bussy sorting out my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm back and will do my best to get back up to speed with an update every day, Well I'll try my best...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This last 2weeks been hectic and hard and I'll need at least week of sleep non stop just get all the rest I need. Well started at my new job, and got sort of promoted after two days, They are actually fighting for me in the office. LOL if they only knew... Move to my new "gat" for just a while and how hectic that was and still is. Don't know How I'm gonna last till next year but yeah will just do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made two new Wonderfull and Special friends to party with... Darn I'm glad for that, to miss ppl like that in your life is a terror you just cant have. Thanx to My new wonderful friend that done soooo much of effort for me and my connections that night. It was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my baby is still standing due to the suspention, I just dont have time to fix it. So for now I just spend some time looking at her and thinking she needs a bath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well That will be all for now, Just wanted to say that I'm still here and the postig will begin again from today to the end. Again sorry for beeing away. Missed ya all and If I haven't got to your blog yet, Sorry I still will. Then for those who just read.... Why do you not comment??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span align="center" style="color: rgb(0, 172, 255);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An it harm none, do what thy will.&lt;br /&gt;Honor, Responsibility and Duty Always!&lt;br /&gt;Strength be to me and to thee."&lt;br /&gt;Blessed be!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393593-4007905710872603881?l=gremsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/4007905710872603881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393593&amp;postID=4007905710872603881' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/4007905710872603881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/4007905710872603881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back....'/><author><name>Gremlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12841566032420963720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393593.post-306854702818218561</id><published>2006-11-21T08:05:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T08:08:46.737+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bunny Died</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2425/3954/1600/864403/rose-sanguine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2425/3954/400/773787/rose-sanguine.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the hardest thing I’ve ever done but it has to be done. I have to get this out of my system one way or another so here it go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been here for you from day one… Yes I felt in love with you as you stole my heart, You made me to believe that there might be a chance, My life could be perfect no matter what’s wrong. I have given my life, my soul for you to have as a sign of my love. Your beauty has brought me thru every single day, you were my life, I smiled every second of every day as I knew that you where there, You were part of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I’m just your toy and that has to come to an end… I don’t know how to be evil, mad, or angry with you, I just can’t bring myself to do it. You have hurt me one too many time’s as there are too many to count in this small length of time that we have been “friends”. But yet I always have forgiven you after spending the whole day in tears and Ignoring my friends (Sorry for that), When you said sorry I was yet again a happy man. There were times you had no reason, there were times you had. But you always no matter what let me feel as if it was my entire fault. Well blame it on the bunny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have news for you… This bunny is dead, What you did last night is unacceptable, you hurt me, and you know that. But yet it doesn’t bother you. You accused me of something last night, something you know I hate the most of this world, and in the end I was the bunny. I’m not your toy, I’m not just a little bag of emotions to squeeze when you had a bad day and to hold when you had a good day. My heart is fragile and that you know but yet you play with me. This is the end of your toy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Love Me… or You Don’t&lt;br /&gt;You’re My Friend… or You’re Not&lt;br /&gt;Stop playing with me according to your moods… I can’t take it any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I will be sorry for this post as I know this is gonna harm our friendship. I’m sorry for that, I truly am. You know I value our friendship, You know I will always be there for you if you need help. But you said I must go on with my life. I’m trying my best. But now I’m moving on and have become a player?? How in the hell do you get this!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that we can still be friends. But I’m moving on as you don’t really want me for more… Have to go on with my life. But still want you part if you think you’re up to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to you and here's to me &lt;br /&gt;I pray that friends we'll always be, &lt;br /&gt;But if by chance we disagree, &lt;br /&gt;The heck with you and here's to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn I don’t know How I’m gonna get thru this but Hell have to see…(Well that is if I’m going to get thru)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393593-306854702818218561?l=gremsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/306854702818218561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393593&amp;postID=306854702818218561' title='41 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/306854702818218561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/306854702818218561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/2006/11/bunnie-died.html' title='The Bunny Died'/><author><name>Gremlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12841566032420963720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>41</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393593.post-6591092078917055584</id><published>2006-11-16T20:01:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T22:18:37.698+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Closed Eye's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2425/3954/1600/goth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 268px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2425/3954/320/goth.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I always wished that I could find someone as beautiful as you&lt;br /&gt;But in the prosess I forgot that I was specail too&lt;br /&gt;I always wished that I could find someone as talented as you&lt;br /&gt;But in the prosess I forgot that I was just as good as you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Madonna - X Static Prosess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all hapened so fast&lt;br /&gt;You were there but not me&lt;br /&gt;I was looking into a wall&lt;br /&gt;I could not see&lt;br /&gt;I treid to jump&lt;br /&gt;But yet I fell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was blind I saw just one&lt;br /&gt;You were there, I didn't see&lt;br /&gt;There always was that something&lt;br /&gt;Was it the way you made me feel&lt;br /&gt;Was it the way you made me smile&lt;br /&gt;I always waited for you&lt;br /&gt;Yet I looked over you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could turn back the clock&lt;br /&gt;Just a few days its all I need&lt;br /&gt;It came with a shock&lt;br /&gt;When you opened my eye's&lt;br /&gt;I could see you of all&lt;br /&gt;To late as time has passed&lt;br /&gt;Just a day or two&lt;br /&gt;I was a fool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can love make you blind&lt;br /&gt;How can you miss Beauty&lt;br /&gt;As beauty have a certain shine&lt;br /&gt;A light to see in all the darkness&lt;br /&gt;A light to guide you thru&lt;br /&gt;I had to see you&lt;br /&gt;But love has blinded me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time run out&lt;br /&gt;And I have missed&lt;br /&gt;Time don't stop&lt;br /&gt;That I'v learned...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:75%;"&gt;Dedicated To Andrea...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393593-6591092078917055584?l=gremsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/6591092078917055584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393593&amp;postID=6591092078917055584' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/6591092078917055584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/6591092078917055584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/2006/11/closed-eyes.html' title='Closed Eye&apos;s'/><author><name>Gremlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12841566032420963720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393593.post-6884085951542583929</id><published>2006-11-16T13:25:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T13:46:38.137+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Small Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2425/3954/1600/live_oak_walk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2425/3954/320/live_oak_walk.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our lives has got so bussy that we all miss the small things in life... When last did you stop just to smell the flowers next to the rose, when last have you staired at a small bug and just thought wow?? Look at nature with open eye's and just think darn this is beautiful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all are so bussy thinking of work, our next party, I need a drink, my next car, ect.... Well stop and look adain how beautiful life is. We have the most beautiful planet to live on. We have the most beautiful creaters, well thats with out those park town prawns, Those things are just discusting. I can take those buggers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there are so many things taken for granted. So yeah we have a lot of crime, and a lot of evil in this world but look at the positive things with in the end of the day are more than the bad. But ppl tend to look at the bad and forget about the good. Wake up and smell the rose for that will make your day. Just to remember all the good and beautiful things in life could elemenate all the bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on ppl, lets try to stop worring about every thing, Stop all the stress of work and your life, Life will work out some way or another. Just follow the path thru this beautiful garden road, stop and take a close look at this tree... It's in your life for you to see. Enjoy life to the full an dforget about all the bad in your life and you will realize that its not that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00acff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Strength be to me and to thee.&lt;br /&gt;Blessed be!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393593-6884085951542583929?l=gremsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/6884085951542583929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393593&amp;postID=6884085951542583929' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/6884085951542583929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/6884085951542583929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/2006/11/small-things.html' title='Small Things'/><author><name>Gremlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12841566032420963720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393593.post-1511554814172327498</id><published>2006-11-13T15:17:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:51:33.628+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Changing your Stars.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2425/3954/1600/PF2006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 200px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2425/3954/320/PF2006.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every one can Change there own stars, If you really believe....&lt;br /&gt;It's all in your hands to change your stars, only you can do it and nobody else. But it can be done if you really want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so what do I mean?? I mean that you can make your future what you want it to be, if you are willing to change it. Okay I have a friend that shown me that you can be what and who you want to be if you just put a bit of effort into it. (wish I had that will to do it) Okay quick back ground. a few years ago he was nothing more than me and he just decided he wants to be something in life so he started to rearange his stars and at this moment he's bussy doing his MBA degree and are one of the highest respected ppl in my life and in a lot more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To go for nothing to hero, it can be done. What do you want? You want your BMW, your private Jet? well whats your problem?? go and get it. If you really but I mean really want something why don't you have it's not out of your reach even if you think it is, just reach and grab it you know you can... Yes it will envolve some risks to take but you can do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go for it. Go and get your dream... Lee good luck as I know you are bussy changing your stars, and I know you will reach it, you have the right attitude towards your challenge that leis in front of you... I know I can to that... and I'm bussy doing it.... So for every one thats going after their dream, Good luck and remember you can....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393593-1511554814172327498?l=gremsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/1511554814172327498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393593&amp;postID=1511554814172327498' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/1511554814172327498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/1511554814172327498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/2006/11/changing-your-stars.html' title='Changing your Stars.'/><author><name>Gremlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12841566032420963720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393593.post-6018028027836927632</id><published>2006-11-09T11:57:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T12:58:09.975+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Wonderful Metro....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2425/3954/1600/go_stop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2425/3954/320/go_stop.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;            &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Okay everybody know our wonderfull Metro Polisee and Every body just have to love the little buggers… I mean come on most of the are driving a little 1300 or 1400 Chico Golf and then they think they are the king of the roads… They can do just what they wish to do. Playing with there siren and just basicly give’s you crap because they had a boring day…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can still remember the day of me and Skillie (MKII Golf oh how I miss her). Okay well Skillie was hot and most wanted in Jetpark as I were always at the illegal drag racings on Sunday’s and what fun we had… But when ever I was just driving with her in Jetpark doesn’t matter what time or when I’ll get pulled over by some metro or cop who just had a boring day… I remember one night me just driving normally and got pulled of by a off duty Metro (okay my normal driving includes a bit of seeding every now and then).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the metro pulled me over (this happened in Jetpark) I got out of the car and darn wasn’t he an misribel old man. As he couldn’t really give me a speeding fine he just gave me crap. Well for those who don’t know me that well I hate cops and metro’s. So mr Big Mouth Grem opened up his mouth and then it was over. The old man asked me to open my bonnet he went and got his little book and manual out of his car and started. Looking into my bonnet and began writing your tapped cover is leaking oil, Bull it was only breathing, its kork it will get a bit wet at the out side. And so he went thru my engine looking for every little thing he could get. Well just because I opened my mouth every time he wrote I stepped away with a R700 fine in the end of the day.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hell it sure was fun to give the prick crap. Worth every send…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Okay F$#@ this now you getting a half of a story because of Microsoft so thank them for there crap software, I have done this second half 4 time’s now and wouldn’t do it again.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So a special thanx to Microsoft for Their wonderful Only error software…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Sorry Lee but you’ll have to battle again with my spelling cause this spell check is only giving me crap….&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393593-6018028027836927632?l=gremsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/6018028027836927632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393593&amp;postID=6018028027836927632' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/6018028027836927632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/6018028027836927632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/2006/11/our-wonderful-metro.html' title='Our Wonderful Metro....'/><author><name>Gremlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12841566032420963720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393593.post-6763466086949133480</id><published>2006-11-08T14:17:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T14:30:53.190+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgeting a dream....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2425/3954/1600/26417451_c6eddef8f0_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2425/3954/320/26417451_c6eddef8f0_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All your life your searching for  a dream, the dream that can make you happy, the dream that makes everything worth while well what happens if you find that dream and that dream is not ment for you. What do you do when you find out that dream will never be yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I found my dream. a Dream worth more than life but I also desocvered that this dream does not belong to me... This dream will proberly never belong to me... I now just have one problem with all of this. I'm hurting my self and more with my pastion for this dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now how do you forget about this dream with out forgetting? How can I get to that point to not hurt myself and others but still to have that dream present in my life? As I do not whant to throu away all the beauty in it. but with the same breath I don't know how much longer I'll be able to go on. It's hard enouth for me just to get to the point that its not my dream... and to forget that it is... I'll not be able to take that whole dream out of my life... To forget it completely will be my end... but to make peice that its not for me will be hard but it just have to be....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393593-6763466086949133480?l=gremsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/6763466086949133480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393593&amp;postID=6763466086949133480' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/6763466086949133480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/6763466086949133480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/2006/11/forgeting-dream.html' title='Forgeting a dream....'/><author><name>Gremlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12841566032420963720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393593.post-5927253243654102262</id><published>2006-11-08T11:52:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T12:41:34.328+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The War of survival.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2425/3954/1600/whatif_dday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 460px; height: 255px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2425/3954/320/whatif_dday.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And thee day has come. The war for survival in my lonely dark life has began and I'm already out numbered against this major force against me. All my wonderfull enemies as joint forces to the batle of the end. The dark time's that I can see in front of me doesn't look good at all it creates a picture of terror in my mind a picture of hate a picture of denile and a picture of the end. My enemies are sure to win this batle or must I rather say this war...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the terror of what I'm gonna do, is bussy braking me up into a 1000 pieces, stress is taking over my soul as I don't know where to go what to do, How I will servive this I don't know yet... As for two weeks left to get a new roof over my head, have to get a job some where as mine have left me along the side of my road. My emotions is playing me like a rubber ball stuck between two narrow walls. The hate is growing inside me as I thought it could, it's growing and growing and I can feel how it just want to burst...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Denile of all kind is stikking its knife thru my back for me feel that it's still there, for me to know that life is still gonna torture me for a long time. My emotions taking me down like a lion take's a dear, just as you think you excaped the sharp and long claws it grabs you at the back and just pull you down again. The need for somethings you just cant get is like looking for ammo in the middle of a batle field cralling on the ground eating dust as you trying to breath searching for ammo on every dead boddy you pass.  As you know if you stand up it's the end off everything you know....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As skywalker found out that the Darkside is more powerfull and easyer, my soul feels like to go to the dark, my soul is looking for an exit of the terror... I can see the darkness covering my world as the mist comes over the mountains as the dust of my life get blown into the air by all the exploding emotions... my body is sweatty, I'm couthing my longs out as there's no more air for me to breath, falling down on the earth that ones was ground and now all thats left is dust covered in blood for as far as you can see. trying to get to the body lying next to you but dont have the energy to reach...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just lying there as the air gets less, lying there while welcoming the long painful death as there's nothing you can do, you just turn around on your back looking into the sky and just see darkness..........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393593-5927253243654102262?l=gremsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/5927253243654102262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393593&amp;postID=5927253243654102262' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/5927253243654102262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/5927253243654102262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/2006/11/war-of-survival.html' title='The War of survival.'/><author><name>Gremlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12841566032420963720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393593.post-8963472191728364572</id><published>2006-11-07T16:06:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T17:05:55.718+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Pain....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2425/3954/1600/Blood.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2425/3954/320/Blood.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Every body takes pain as something that hurts and as something that’s bad. Well I disagree a bit with that one, pains not always something that hurts or something that’s bad but it can be something that you enjoy and something where you can find peace and comfort, yeah I know it sounds a bit weird and a bit freaky but there’s some truth in it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Okay let’s first take normal pain, pain of the body. Now most of you have broken a bone or has cut your self and got stitches. Was that pain? Did it hurt you? Well you survived so I’ll take it wasn’t that bad… In my life I have broke my arm that was quite funny as I thought I bend it (don’t even ask), I cracked my neck on some stupid way (no comments please…) and broke the cracked neck in a car accident. And I have cut myself 100’s of times, okay not always stitches and I have found that, yes this pain hurts a bit but actually I’ve learned to enjoy it… Body pain hurts but it sure is fun….&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Then you get your pain of your soul…. Now there I can’t get any comfort but yet some ppl do. The pain of your soul is when you lose someone special to you in life or death, when every your heart gets broken into 1000 pieces. Sometimes it’s the smallest little thing that makes it hurts so much…. When ever your&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;heart get crashed, it’s a torture that you just cant take, it hurts so much that your willing to end every thing and just say good bye to the world. The human soul is built to be one of the strongest things that you’ll ever find but yet they get damaged and grow to be soft till it’s too late. It’s this pain that makes ppl to end everything. It’s this pain that no one can stand it’s this pain that no one wants.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Why should life have this pain? Yes this is all just emotions and feelings but emotions are the best thing of life and yet the worst of life. Emotions can build you and it can brake you. Why is mankind so strong but yet so weak?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;You can build me in 10sec but you can brake me down in only one!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393593-8963472191728364572?l=gremsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/8963472191728364572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393593&amp;postID=8963472191728364572' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/8963472191728364572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/8963472191728364572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/2006/11/pain.html' title='Pain....'/><author><name>Gremlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12841566032420963720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393593.post-3534677340775744931</id><published>2006-11-06T09:48:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T11:06:35.914+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Glimmer of Light</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2425/3954/1600/darkness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 429px; height: 335px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2425/3954/320/darkness.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Sleeping with my eye’s closed&lt;br /&gt;Living with my mind closed&lt;br /&gt;Following the dark lonely road&lt;br /&gt;It’s deserted to the end&lt;br /&gt;It’s only you alone&lt;br /&gt;With shadows of all&lt;br /&gt;Hiding you from light&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;The path of the end&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beginning of life&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where does it go&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are there future at the end&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As clouds and fog&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cover’s it all&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt a breeze&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this lonely path &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving over my skin&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fog’s and clouds shifting away&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m beginning to see&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The path gets clear&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;              &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;There’s a light from above&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glimmering at me&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s hope I can see&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shadows gets less&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The path brightens up&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s live all around&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;My little light above&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keeping me on the path&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As happiness is there&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I’m not alone&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanx for shinning&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life makes sense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has its dark and lonely times… every one gets them and the timeline for that darkness is all up to you… remember your friends are there to help, let them clear your path, they might be harsh and cruel but they only want to help, and that’s sometimes all you need… most important never give up on that little light of yours it might seem gone but its still there and it’s the only thing that will get you back to the path… reach for your dream and you will get there…&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393593-3534677340775744931?l=gremsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/3534677340775744931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393593&amp;postID=3534677340775744931' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/3534677340775744931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/3534677340775744931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/2006/11/glimmer-of-light.html' title='Glimmer of Light'/><author><name>Gremlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12841566032420963720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393593.post-2298929220217120897</id><published>2006-11-02T10:22:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T11:14:35.270+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Should I face reality...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2425/3954/1600/ThumbPlanned.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 176px; height: 176px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2425/3954/320/ThumbPlanned.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm sitting here in a dream world, alway's far far away from reality my mind is going place every second of my life with my eye's always closed as I never whant to see the trueth of whats before me. I don't want to face the fact that I'm not going somewhere, I don't want to face the fact that my future will never be as I wish and I don't want to face the fact that I can't get what I want. Why would I want to face reality if its all bad and no good???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to some one yesterday that really made me think and I'm sure she doesn't even know that, what we were talking about is not important but what came out of it is... The few simple words that has made me think were "do you really think that" just that little phrase has got me walking up and down last night not knowing what to do with my self....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you really think that" hell I can put that in front of every single piece of my live and it just proof to me that I'm living in a fantasy world and not here with the rest of you. Do I really think live would go as I plan - NO, do I really think that I'm happy - NO, do I really think that I ever would be happy - NO, do I really think that I'm myself - NO. doesn't really matter what the question is it's always gonna be a NO. accept of one or two things but then with those 2 things do I really think taht it will ever happen - NO. Well that's where it all came from, no I dont think it will ever happen... But hell who knows may it will maybe it not, I don't know but I sure wish that it do, I know one thing thou if it happens most of my NO's will become a YES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But back to the point, Why is it that I can be happy living in another world while in actaul fact I'm not close to happy. Why can a person close there eye's and think, its not that bad I'm happy here where deep inside they know there not? I know there's better things in live than in my world, I know I can be happy in life with just a bit of effort but yet I chose to stay in my world far far away from the rest, its some I can find peace no matter what. I know if I have to come back to reality at this stage of my life I would not survive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know when ever thing are just getting to much I go away, I go to my happy place. But I'm afraid that my happy place is harming ppl around me, I'm afraid that my happy place is harming my real live, I'm afraid my happy place is harming my fututer.... My live my soul is not here on earth with me... All my love is with my loved one's but for more than that I'm not here, this is just a holligram of me sended thru a signal from pluto...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393593-2298929220217120897?l=gremsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/2298929220217120897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393593&amp;postID=2298929220217120897' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/2298929220217120897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/2298929220217120897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/2006/11/should-i-face-reality.html' title='Should I face reality...'/><author><name>Gremlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12841566032420963720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393593.post-3649594310699942333</id><published>2006-11-01T13:35:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T14:01:18.834+02:00</updated><title type='text'>UFO Aduption</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2425/3954/1600/vufo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2425/3954/320/vufo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Crazy or not.... It have happened...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At my first job doing work as an technitian and software support I've spend most of my time with my friend Muffin Man in a car driving around from place to place it happened... after that I was a tech and drove far distances and it happened... after that again a tech and it happened... then my last job before where I am now, again a tech and again working with Muffin Man spending the whole day with him in a car and it happened again.... Darn I'm glad I'm out of the tech jobs for now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been driving around from one point to another where you have just lost time or where you end up somewhere and you dont know how you got there? Well then it have happened to you too. Yes you were a test subject for some other weird creater from oter space...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it have happened to me and muffin man alot so don't be scared, we are still alive and bouncing on the floor of the earth... We have got it so many times where you make a trip that you know only take 30mins but yet when you arrive at your destination 2our has passed, or driving to krugersdorp and end up in secunda and cant remember how you got there, well ppl that is all part of the alein reseach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They come and pick you up while your driving around, do there weird tests and after wards erase your memory so you cant remember any thing... They just some times drop you in the wrong place as they get mixed up with all the ppl they adupt... You might find this fanny but as weird as it is, its true... the weird thing is just that for some reason they really love me and Muffin Man as it happens alot with us... We are there best test subjects.... hehe lucky us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So be warned... if it happens to you, you know what happened.... We thought we were safe but it happened Yesterday again with Muffin Man.... They are still out ther looking for you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393593-3649594310699942333?l=gremsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/3649594310699942333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393593&amp;postID=3649594310699942333' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/3649594310699942333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/3649594310699942333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/2006/11/ufo-aduption.html' title='UFO Aduption'/><author><name>Gremlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12841566032420963720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393593.post-3124132628084827405</id><published>2006-10-31T10:20:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T14:37:30.124+02:00</updated><title type='text'>True Friends.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2425/3954/1600/true%20friends.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2425/3954/320/true%20friends.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This last few months I have been in search for all my true friends, now going thru my list I have discovered that there really aren't that many that I will can say is my true friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my friends a list just big enough to fill every day of the month and more, but at the real true friends list a don't really have that much... if I can even fill a week with that list I will be lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learned thru my life that you never but never really know a person, No matter what you don’t really know them... Got 2 good friends that I have known and been friends with for 16 years its almost 17 and you know what I don't really know them, yes I know there moods, the things they like, the things they don't how and when they do things but there are still a big side of them I don't know. Every one of them know a deferent part of me, with the one I'll talk about this part of my life and the other I will talk about that part, weird how it works....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is a good friend that I only know for 3months now, the funny thing is that that person knows more about me than the friends I growed up with, Okay so he/she doesn't know my whole child hood and what I did and did not do, but he/she knows all the important stuff that ever happened that not even one of my true friends know about. Why is that? Why can I share every thing with that one person and not with the rest?&lt;br /&gt; Well end of the story, I only have a few real True friends that's always there and for that I wanna thank you all. But just think about this one little thing. Do you really know your friends? Do they really know you? There's always something hidden somewhere that you or they don't know about. Well I'm on a mission to study my friends, have started with that about in the middle of the month, it is so weird what you can discover after all this time.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393593-3124132628084827405?l=gremsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/3124132628084827405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393593&amp;postID=3124132628084827405' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/3124132628084827405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/3124132628084827405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/2006/10/true-friends.html' title='True Friends.....'/><author><name>Gremlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12841566032420963720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393593.post-6203529760980017579</id><published>2006-10-30T14:38:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T14:41:25.922+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2425/3954/1600/83018d95c6fd420a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2425/3954/320/83018d95c6fd420a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393593-6203529760980017579?l=gremsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/6203529760980017579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393593&amp;postID=6203529760980017579' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/6203529760980017579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/6203529760980017579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/2006/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Gremlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12841566032420963720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393593.post-5630692951662241260</id><published>2006-10-24T15:24:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T09:43:07.338+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The one that got away....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2425/3954/1600/dontgo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 180px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2425/3954/320/dontgo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met you some where&lt;br /&gt;I felt in love&lt;br /&gt;but now it looks&lt;br /&gt;if your ganna go&lt;br /&gt;I dont want you to go&lt;br /&gt;I want you for me&lt;br /&gt;just mine all mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the way&lt;br /&gt;you make me smile&lt;br /&gt;I love the way&lt;br /&gt;you make me feel&lt;br /&gt;when ever we talk&lt;br /&gt;you make me fall&lt;br /&gt;it doesn't make sence&lt;br /&gt;you got thru my fence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look as you walk away&lt;br /&gt;I feel the window of my heart&lt;br /&gt;getting colder&lt;br /&gt;with every step you take&lt;br /&gt;you getting smaller and smaller&lt;br /&gt;I just cant help&lt;br /&gt;to feel as if&lt;br /&gt;it was my mistake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I guese your that one&lt;br /&gt;yes that one who got away...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393593-5630692951662241260?l=gremsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/5630692951662241260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393593&amp;postID=5630692951662241260' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/5630692951662241260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/5630692951662241260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/2006/10/one-that-got-away.html' title='The one that got away....'/><author><name>Gremlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12841566032420963720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393593.post-4518317311138007926</id><published>2006-10-23T10:02:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T12:12:00.443+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sword thru my Soul</title><content type='html'>This post has been writen on friday but just couldn't get it posted.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2425/3954/1600/ttlekiller.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 263px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2425/3954/320/ttlekiller.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Your so nice and Sweet&lt;br /&gt;The way you smile&lt;br /&gt;The cute litle nose&lt;br /&gt;That Beautiful deep eye's&lt;br /&gt;A harmless Angel you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something that nice&lt;br /&gt;Just cant hurt a fly&lt;br /&gt;Your a prinsess&lt;br /&gt;Yes you are&lt;br /&gt;A beautiful soul&lt;br /&gt;And nothing less&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that harmless&lt;br /&gt;You are not&lt;br /&gt;You hurt me&lt;br /&gt;I got the pain&lt;br /&gt;That sword you hold&lt;br /&gt;You left thru my soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O this pain is just to much&lt;br /&gt;This pain is making me nuts&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to a dark place now&lt;br /&gt;As you were my light&lt;br /&gt;But you got me bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pull out the sword&lt;br /&gt;Please do&lt;br /&gt;I cant take it&lt;br /&gt;I'll not servive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;---------------------------&lt;br /&gt;A special thanx to Drizzy for supplying me the pics that match my feelings, Thanx...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2425/3954/1600/ttlekiller.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393593-4518317311138007926?l=gremsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/4518317311138007926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393593&amp;postID=4518317311138007926' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/4518317311138007926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/4518317311138007926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/2006/10/sword-thru-my-soul.html' title='Sword thru my Soul'/><author><name>Gremlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12841566032420963720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393593.post-116134618128246507</id><published>2006-10-20T13:50:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T09:13:54.065+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Blood Obsession</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7588/3540/1600/BLOOD_OBSESSION_Death_Surro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7588/3540/320/BLOOD_OBSESSION_Death_Surro.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All have their obsession&lt;br /&gt;Some got this&lt;br /&gt;Some got that&lt;br /&gt;But for now&lt;br /&gt;I have this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blood obsession&lt;br /&gt;What an obsession it is&lt;br /&gt;As you eat my soul&lt;br /&gt;While still alive&lt;br /&gt;And death comes out to play&lt;br /&gt;The play ground is here&lt;br /&gt;Just nok on it door&lt;br /&gt;And come and play...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All we need is a place&lt;br /&gt;A place where Death Surrounds us&lt;br /&gt;Just to see all the body's&lt;br /&gt;All around, missing this&lt;br /&gt;Missing that, but most of all&lt;br /&gt;No soul left to play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O how wonderful place that is&lt;br /&gt;Playground painted with blood&lt;br /&gt;Just red, all red...&lt;br /&gt;A place the sun don't shine&lt;br /&gt;A place with no life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now thats where I sould be&lt;br /&gt;Now thats what I want&lt;br /&gt;But where to find&lt;br /&gt;How to get there&lt;br /&gt;Thats the qeustion with one answer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come and join and you will see&lt;br /&gt;A life with a deference&lt;br /&gt;A life for you and me&lt;br /&gt;A place we can play&lt;br /&gt;A place with no pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got an obsession, yes I do&lt;br /&gt;Got an obsession with for no life&lt;br /&gt;Got an obsession for pain&lt;br /&gt;But most of all&lt;br /&gt;Got an obsession for Blood&lt;br /&gt;And more Blood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lets go and bleed&lt;br /&gt;Just you and me&lt;br /&gt;Till there's no more left&lt;br /&gt;But to die a slowly death&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393593-116134618128246507?l=gremsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/116134618128246507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393593&amp;postID=116134618128246507' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/116134618128246507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/116134618128246507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/2006/10/blood-obsession.html' title='Blood Obsession'/><author><name>Gremlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12841566032420963720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393593.post-116124876426911174</id><published>2006-10-19T10:15:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T09:13:53.983+02:00</updated><title type='text'>What a day.....</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I whent to work again for the first time in 4 weeks that I actually treid to work... and what a day that was, you can not believe in how many things change in jst 4weeks, its ammazing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got there just after 9 in the morning walked into the office and there every one that were there where around me ready to say what happend this last month, as I walked to my table I had this tail op ppl following me... Got my laptop out on the table pluged in and switched on and just walked out of the office to go and make me a cup of coffee, they cant bother me till I had my coffee....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whent back to my office after got my hot cup in my hands and just sit down and listened to every one... Okay the last time I were there we were about 40ppl exculing the admin, yesterday I found out that there are only 15 left, the rest all just took there things and left. So many rules and stuff changed that I couldn't really work, had to make sure all my things are still on the rules...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I will not even talk about how the stock market changed, WOW.... I now have to get all my beerings back to gether, my brein is burnt out at this stage...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O what a life....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393593-116124876426911174?l=gremsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/116124876426911174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393593&amp;postID=116124876426911174' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/116124876426911174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/116124876426911174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/2006/10/what-day.html' title='What a day.....'/><author><name>Gremlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12841566032420963720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393593.post-116100387934435200</id><published>2006-10-16T14:33:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T09:13:53.844+02:00</updated><title type='text'>My Baby's back.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7588/3540/1600/PIC_0006.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 183px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7588/3540/320/PIC_0006.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finaly after almost 4 weeks working on my baby she is finished and up and running again.... Yipee... 4 weeks of hard work and a few marks on my hands she's almost ready to go and have some fun, now its just for the most dificult part ever, keeping her under 3000rpm's for the next 1000k's, now how I gonna do that I don't know yet but it just have to be done...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going in on friday just to check the timming and co's  as I do not have the  machine to do it my self, then the rest of the 1000km that has to be done  and  then a service,  just to get  out  the SAE40  oil  and back to  my normal 20w -50 oil with an added ecoteck 100 to my oil just to make it to the best you can get. After that it has to go in for an dino to get it back to the racing settings on the motor and then I can open up my feul ecoteck feul saver again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then its off to the racing tracks and drags for me and me baby again, cant wait... haven't been on the tracks for a long long time. Gonna have a blast again... Hope to see ya all there... LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the only bad thing about me baby thats working again is now it's all back to work again :(&lt;br /&gt;Darn it was so nice not to go to work for a few weeks but then again thats something we just have to do, work work work, back to reality for me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393593-116100387934435200?l=gremsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/116100387934435200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393593&amp;postID=116100387934435200' title='32 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/116100387934435200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/116100387934435200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-babys-back.html' title='My Baby&apos;s back.....'/><author><name>Gremlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12841566032420963720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>32</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393593.post-116056162179662239</id><published>2006-10-11T11:40:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T09:13:53.779+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Forbiden love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7588/3540/1600/Forbiden%20Love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7588/3540/320/Forbiden%20Love.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As I look in the sky&lt;br /&gt;I wish I can fly&lt;br /&gt;Just to fly away&lt;br /&gt;Where I have to stay&lt;br /&gt;O how I wish to be there&lt;br /&gt;There with you just be fair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's not for me to say&lt;br /&gt;As I have to stay&lt;br /&gt;Got no wings to come to you&lt;br /&gt;For all your beauty&lt;br /&gt;Its all up to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O why should love be forbiden&lt;br /&gt;Shall it be for ever&lt;br /&gt;For us not to be together&lt;br /&gt;O my dear angel why not fall&lt;br /&gt;Just one leap for all&lt;br /&gt;Its all thats needen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Break the chain&lt;br /&gt;So we can train&lt;br /&gt;For the rest&lt;br /&gt;to be the best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love for you will never die&lt;br /&gt;And that's no ly&lt;br /&gt;Even when I'm no more&lt;br /&gt;It will stay as before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O my forbiden love&lt;br /&gt;What I can't have&lt;br /&gt;Is this the end for all&lt;br /&gt;Till one you fall&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393593-116056162179662239?l=gremsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/116056162179662239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393593&amp;postID=116056162179662239' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/116056162179662239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/116056162179662239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/2006/10/forbiden-love.html' title='Forbiden love'/><author><name>Gremlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12841566032420963720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393593.post-116039407747493131</id><published>2006-10-09T12:25:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T09:13:53.718+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Angel or Not?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7588/3540/1600/64973452.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7588/3540/320/64973452.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The only true Angel that I have seen&lt;br /&gt;You look so nice you look so sweet&lt;br /&gt;From the side that I can see&lt;br /&gt;I like you I do but is that now true&lt;br /&gt;Are you really that are really what I can see&lt;br /&gt;For my eye's are blind and looking thru my mind&lt;br /&gt;I'm only seening the Angel of mine&lt;br /&gt;Can you be can you be true&lt;br /&gt;Oh how I hope my minds not blind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You standing there o so sweet&lt;br /&gt;You stole my heart for me to see&lt;br /&gt;Now I dont have, staring at your feet&lt;br /&gt;Cant help to think that it can be&lt;br /&gt;Can you really be all good and no bad&lt;br /&gt;Can it be true for you not to have&lt;br /&gt;A deamon inside that me cant see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For only good and no bad&lt;br /&gt;It just cant be true&lt;br /&gt;There's not much thats perfect accept for you&lt;br /&gt;Show your deamon show my soul&lt;br /&gt;For my love to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you the Angel are you not&lt;br /&gt;For what I have seen that is true&lt;br /&gt;You are indeed you are all that&lt;br /&gt;Perfect in more than one and only good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For no deamon and no bad&lt;br /&gt;You have my stolen heart, for you to have&lt;br /&gt;I opened my eye's and looked with my soul&lt;br /&gt;Seening you glowing as the moon&lt;br /&gt;Realizing my love is there and that is true&lt;br /&gt;As I will always love you for you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393593-116039407747493131?l=gremsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/116039407747493131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393593&amp;postID=116039407747493131' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/116039407747493131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/116039407747493131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/2006/10/angel-or-not.html' title='Angel or Not?'/><author><name>Gremlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12841566032420963720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393593.post-116038370141425694</id><published>2006-10-09T10:22:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T09:13:53.658+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mythology</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7588/3540/1600/judgment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 194px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7588/3540/320/judgment.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Ancient Ones&lt;br /&gt;Emerge and run&lt;br /&gt;In Chaos' full eruption&lt;br /&gt;An evil band&lt;br /&gt;In every land&lt;br /&gt;Delighting in destruction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What seems shapeless&lt;br /&gt;Formless and faceless&lt;br /&gt;Their Great One is releasing&lt;br /&gt;So to enslave&lt;br /&gt;Both god and knave&lt;br /&gt;Their sorrows thus increasing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is man&lt;br /&gt;To stay the hand&lt;br /&gt;Of those the gods can't better&lt;br /&gt;And a hero yet&lt;br /&gt;Takes the bet&lt;br /&gt;To break the evil's fetter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three lights of hope&lt;br /&gt;To help you cope&lt;br /&gt;One south, in sand and wonder&lt;br /&gt;One to the east&lt;br /&gt;Defeat the beast&lt;br /&gt;And tear their plan asunder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final light&lt;br /&gt;Will mark the fight&lt;br /&gt;Where you must face your fear&lt;br /&gt;A door ajar&lt;br /&gt;You travel far&lt;br /&gt;And yet you find it near&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393593-116038370141425694?l=gremsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/116038370141425694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393593&amp;postID=116038370141425694' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/116038370141425694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/116038370141425694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/2006/10/mythology.html' title='Mythology'/><author><name>Gremlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12841566032420963720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393593.post-116006595243523574</id><published>2006-10-05T18:31:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T09:13:53.599+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Split life's!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7588/3540/1600/av_Ying%20and%20Yang.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 204px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7588/3540/320/av_Ying%20and%20Yang.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay there's alot of ppl with split personality's, Wish I could have one, now that would have been fun. Now it's me gentel and careing and then just a few seconds it's the other me evil an djust stay away, darn that sounds like fun. And that would have made my slpited life's so much eassyer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So  Split life's.  Yes I have two seperate  life's to live and what a hassel it can be some time's,  you just can never be at bove at the same time, there's always yeah but sorry I'm this weekend at my other life will not be abel to make it. Now I wish I hade a way to just combine the two, see the problem are that I have a few friends and I mean real friends, then I have my few famaly members thats not blood of course, It's just a few friends that I see as my brother's and sister's. Just a few thats piked out and I will do every thing I can to help them when ever, what ever and just don't give a dam about the after affects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I cant put all my famaly members in one room, or with some friends and vise versa or there will be blood pooring from more than one. So when ever I wanna do something like a Bday I have to split them in half, Today it's with you lot and tomorrow it's with the other lot. Now that sucks as I have to gain 2years in one. Getting old verry fast at this stage. Now I just wanna say to my two seperate life's PLEASE sort out your S*&amp;amp;#. I cant take it anymore going somewhere with the one part and walking in to the other part just is not working any more. Yes I do understand why and what but I just cant do it! The one part wanna be friends again but the other part just have to say sweet. So come on say SWEET and lets all be friends again. I do not care if your friends or not but I just wanna be abel to put you all in a room and there should be no blood, and every body just enjoying them self, no sad face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!&lt;br /&gt;This is all I can do and try, because there are nothing that I can do to fix it, It's up to u's!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393593-116006595243523574?l=gremsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/116006595243523574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393593&amp;postID=116006595243523574' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/116006595243523574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/116006595243523574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/2006/10/split-lifes.html' title='Split life&apos;s!'/><author><name>Gremlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12841566032420963720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393593.post-115997595330077478</id><published>2006-10-04T16:47:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T09:13:53.529+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Life of mystery!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7588/3540/1600/against.perfection.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 169px; height: 168px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7588/3540/320/against.perfection.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm beginning to come back! The love has not faded and are still stong in my blood but the evil have defently came out to say hi! This last 2 weeks have really pushed me to the limits and yes I have reached it today. My hole lfe feels like one big F #!@up at this stage and there's nothing I can do to fix it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have any of you ever thought of a defernt life? A life where every thing is just simple and eassy and there's nothing that's bodering you or nothing that pushes the blood level up until it just cant anymore. Well ppl guese what that life exist, it really are out there and it really are right in front of us! You just have to take it! Use the oppertunity that is if you really whant to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I have been there before and it was great, the best time's of my life were there. But there's only one problem with that. Its a great life to live, its very very interesting, I know most of you have found it interresting and have wonderd how it would be like. What make's ppl go there? Well the answer are eassy, just to much of life. Thats all it takes. Okay then to have some old friends thats already living that life just makes it eassyer to get your feet in it. No I'm not talking of Criminals Acts. There I will never go!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay back to the problem of that life, It's just not a way to live! No human been can live that life and enjoy it. There has to be something wrong with you, Yes you do get the good and the bad but more ppl take the bad trend than the good. The Bad is just so much eassyer than the good, you can do so much more with the bad. I'm talking here about the life in which craft and wizardtry. Yes it do exist. And Yes its wonderful in that life. And it works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's only a few things keeping me away from that and that is my wonderful friends and the love for someone special. If that someone weren't there then I'm sure I would have been back to that life by now.  And then there are my believes that are top of the list of why not! I believe and I always will! And in that life there's no room for believe's in the good or bad. I just really Really hope that I will not go back to that, I just don't wanna. I want to enjoy my life as a good person, someone that will always help someone else!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The life is there for me to pick Yes or NO! That is just one of the door sets I have to pick from.&lt;br /&gt;To all my friends thanx for being there. For my friend in a deferent life, also thanx for being there. Then Drizzy thanx for all the help and support you do not have an idee of how much you help! And then Another special thanx to &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7588/3540/1600/roar.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7588/3540/320/roar.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;you Beautiful. You have opened my eye's in more than one way, You have brought me this far with out knowing it! Years and years of searching the universe of that litle some thing that makes life worth living, we'll at this moment you are it. Yes I know it will never be as I want it to be, but still you are there and hopefully will always be. there's only one thing that I do regret from meeting you and that is that you have moved my tast level up, high up. For that my soul mate, my true love will never be found as ther's no one , and nothing that can compare to you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393593-115997595330077478?l=gremsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/115997595330077478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393593&amp;postID=115997595330077478' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/115997595330077478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/115997595330077478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/2006/10/life-of-mystery.html' title='Life of mystery!!'/><author><name>Gremlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12841566032420963720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393593.post-115884070096737818</id><published>2006-09-21T13:56:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T09:13:53.193+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi There All.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7588/3540/1600/plakat1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 259px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7588/3540/320/plakat1.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all the readers of this blog. Sorry to say but this blog will be quiet for a while. I'll have to give all my consetration to my baby for a while. She needs some work so I'll be a bit bussy with her the most of my time thru the day and proberly the evenings to. But I will be back soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm back this blog will change  alot, yes some ppl will be glad about it some not. If it will change for the good or for the bad that I cant say at this moment but it will become more of me and my wonderfull life. Going thru a change in my life and have to get my self back as I where before. The last few months have changed me a lot and broke down all my walls around my soul and heart. Well they are being bult for scratch again and this time stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows maybe you will like the new me, maybe not but all in all thats not my problem if you don't. As I'm a freak and I'm changing back to be one. This last while I've been a the other me, the part of me that tryed to get out! But its not time for that part to come out and proberly would not get out very soon. So till I'm back. Keep an eye out and carry on posting, I'll still be going thru all yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till we meet again, For better for worse..... Lets see.....&lt;br /&gt;HAHA This cat got some weird eyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393593-115884070096737818?l=gremsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/115884070096737818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393593&amp;postID=115884070096737818' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/115884070096737818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/115884070096737818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/2006/09/hi-there-all.html' title='Hi There All.'/><author><name>Gremlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12841566032420963720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393593.post-115866090508965521</id><published>2006-09-19T11:55:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T09:13:53.130+02:00</updated><title type='text'>My Special Friend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7588/3540/1600/lovers.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 251px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7588/3540/320/lovers.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This I dedicate to my Very Very Beautiful Special Lady Friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My  friend and her X decided to get back to gether and give it another shot, and with this post I just wanna wish you good luck and I really, Really hope it works this time. If there's one thing I noticed these past few weeks, it would be that she really cares about him and that he must have made her a very happy person and for that I'm glad. If he makes you happy and if he makes you feel special, then its worth every second!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But with this I just wanna ask you to make 2 promises to your self, well one is actaully to me. No. 1 - Don't let our friendship change except for the better. No. 2 -Don't make your self unhappy just to be with him. Then its not worth it, your a very talented beautiful girl and deserve the best. So make sure you get the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And remember me as a friend will always be there for you if you need help with anything, You know where to find me. And lots of love!!! Once more Good Luck!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393593-115866090508965521?l=gremsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/115866090508965521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393593&amp;postID=115866090508965521' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/115866090508965521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/115866090508965521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-special-friend.html' title='My Special Friend!'/><author><name>Gremlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12841566032420963720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393593.post-115858959756602166</id><published>2006-09-18T15:51:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T09:13:53.062+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I Miss You!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7588/3540/1600/i_miss_you.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 215px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7588/3540/320/i_miss_you.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Miss You, What does it actaully mean, it is so eassy to say the words but do you really mean it? Its a few simple words that can make you smile, a few simple word that can make your hart fill with joy and its a few simple words that make's you feel special and that your not alone in the world. The big question is just what do you really mean with these simple words?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me "I Miss You" means that I have thought about you alot, I couldn't get you out of my mind I cant be with out you! Lets take this wonderfull weekend of mine, vryday I had a braai with some of my frriends, and a few that I didn't know. HAHA the one freak, same the poor guy he's close in my hart, feels like a small brother to me. I'll always be there for him if he needs help. But anyway.&lt;br /&gt;As the night went on there were only one thing in my mind and it didn't help what I done that one thing just stayed in there. Saterday I visited my two new friends, very nice ppl... but still one thing in my mind.  Saterday night we went to play pool, and there was this one girl humming around me almost like a bee..... didn't know her before that night. but still only one thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday we went to wesbank raceway as we got a few VIP tickets for me Bday, They were fake though so it didn't really help. But It was a wonderfull day as they had weird races or must I rather say opstical courses to drive and there in the pit, She was standing there looking so beautifull,  I walked  up and just stared  for  10mins,  Now thats  the only ten mins  that I was  not thinking of that one thing that never leefs my mind. That 10mins were while I was looking at the beatifull Nisan Skyline GTR R34 V-Spec... Darn I want one....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There after back to my normal thoughts, Now when I say I missed You to that Beautifull Angel I really mean it, I also maen that I just couldn't stop thinking of you. You are always in my head no matter what I do. Your Beautifull smile and those Beautifull eye's, how can you get that picture out of your head? you just can't. So I just wanna say.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Miss You!!!!!!! every second of the day, every day of the week, every week of the month and every month of the year, every year of my life........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393593-115858959756602166?l=gremsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/115858959756602166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393593&amp;postID=115858959756602166' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/115858959756602166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/115858959756602166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-miss-you.html' title='I Miss You!'/><author><name>Gremlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12841566032420963720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393593.post-115830668339246944</id><published>2006-09-15T09:35:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T09:13:52.997+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Call</title><content type='html'>Yesterday night I got this marveliss call. This wonderfull girl pretending to be someone that I slept with a wail ago on a drunk night and now she's pregnant. If it only was the truth, It would have made my day soooooo good. But unforgently I know its not true. But you have done a very good job, almost confincing! There is just one big problem with the whole call. The last time that I was drunk was uhmmm new years! The second one is the last time that I was at a party where I met new ppl were 5months ago, so for your call to say it was two months ago and I was drunk. mmmmmm................ It just couldn't be. But for that two ladys that made the call, Thanx I needed it, There's at least still a few ppl just enjoying every moment of live, Again thanx. O yes and just for the record!! I know its one of two ppl. As its only those two tthat know I'm back on my old number. And I have an Idee it was you......  But thanx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Next time you do this to someone, Please just put the phone down before laugthing, other wish the guy would never stress a bit, and think!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393593-115830668339246944?l=gremsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/115830668339246944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393593&amp;postID=115830668339246944' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/115830668339246944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/115830668339246944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/2006/09/call.html' title='The Call'/><author><name>Gremlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12841566032420963720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393593.post-115823669643189045</id><published>2006-09-14T13:50:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T09:13:52.942+02:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7588/3540/1600/12727808.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7588/3540/320/12727808.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What is it that makes life wonderfull?&lt;br /&gt;What is it that makes life terreble?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well lets see. What makes it wonderfull? The love from familly and friends, the love from your partner, and reaching your dream in life! Reaching your goals in life well how wonderfull for you!! Every body is not as lucky as you are. But every body is treing. Happyness thats the biggest answer for a wonderfull life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes it terreble? Not reaching your goals, failling with every thing that you do, And the worst knowing that your dream will never be!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I think I'm at this stage of life at the moment. Every thing is just not working out. Every yhing is gooing wrong! And to think a month ago my life was Wonderfull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why sould these things happen, why are there always all the downs, and so few up's? Yes I geuse thats whats maing Life, Life but in that case do you really wanna be alive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I know that I'm not sounding good at this moment but what can I say. Every thing that I worked so hard for is bussy to go wrong, why did I do all that hard work for nothing? And then then to make it even worst as a have a big fear that is bussy coming true, Darn why now? And then just for the Cherry on top, my no.1 dream in life would proberly never happen as my life took a weird turn a two years ago, and all hope for that dream was lost. The thing that I wanted the most I will never be able to have ( No its not a girl and its not a car ) but its been my dream for a long long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you get your wonderfull friends thats all ways there for you, except now, when I really, Really need them. They are there but not how you need them. Tryed talking to my wonderfull friend and all that happend is that I just got more depresed and just feels worst. I mean when your down under, you don't wanna hear how bad you are, and if you done that it would not have happend. Come on I feel bad enouth, dont make it worse you b............., F.......... you! ( Sorry Peeps just have to get it out)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7588/3540/1600/566975_9f39e8801e_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 266px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7588/3540/320/566975_9f39e8801e_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the time that your friends should stand with you, not against you. You make it worst. ( O What a Wonderfull song, Such a lonly day of System! Sorry of the toppic but It's Playing now ) So all and all, at should help not this moment my life sucks so please don't think that I'm not here, I'm just not as happy go clappie as normally. To all my friends Love you all, To the special one Still Love You more than every thing. Know that I'm quite the last while but I yeah what can I say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393593-115823669643189045?l=gremsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/115823669643189045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393593&amp;postID=115823669643189045' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/115823669643189045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/115823669643189045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-life.html' title='My Life!'/><author><name>Gremlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12841566032420963720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393593.post-115808712200222886</id><published>2006-09-12T20:28:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T09:13:52.884+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Love To Dream!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7588/3540/1600/One%20Nights%20Dream%20Ghosts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 226px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7588/3540/320/One%20Nights%20Dream%20Ghosts.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O How I love my dreams, they allways feel so real. I just whish that I can have one every knight thou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a dream last night. I can remember that I was small, very small proberly got shrinked with a shrink ray..... but any ways, I was chassing this other very small person under neef the couch and through the kitchen cabets and every where. As I finally got to the guy after climbing over dog pallets and stuff. I saw that he stoped and watched some one else also very small. Fighting a spider but what a weird spider it was.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This litle spiders (Okay Huge spider as I was small) body were not normal, Nope it had a tortis shell as a body, just with more holes in the sides for his legs, as he had about 12 legs. the legs was mostly green with every joint red, had about 6 joints per leg. The head I cant really remember...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this small person fighting the spider with with a red cloth, almost the same as they use for the bulls. As the fight whent on the guy that I chassed has just disapeared and the one fighting the spider has decided that he had enoth and just ran. Leaving me now alone with this Humangis beast. Well I treid to fight the monster but two hand against 12 legs.....  It just didn't work. The beast got me, Darn now its to late to run. Just to notice as he grabed me with his legs that the things legs are electicuted, so I got a shock of my life, Darn that felt so real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thats just where I had to wake up, Darn whish I could have only slept one second longer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393593-115808712200222886?l=gremsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/115808712200222886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393593&amp;postID=115808712200222886' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/115808712200222886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/115808712200222886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/2006/09/love-to-dream.html' title='Love To Dream!'/><author><name>Gremlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12841566032420963720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393593.post-115798311933523407</id><published>2006-09-11T15:31:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T09:13:52.826+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's Beside You!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7588/3540/1600/WalkTR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 245px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7588/3540/320/WalkTR.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all comes down to who's beside you!!&lt;br /&gt;So true, I must say. Ppl  always say that they  don't change when they get a girl/boy friend or visit alot with some one. Well I dis agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ppl change more than one thinks and it happens right in front of your eye's with out reallizing it.&lt;br /&gt;Look carefully and you might just see them change. You give things up that you normally used or done, your personality change and you just adapt to your new suroundings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen ppl change from assholes to very nice ppl just for a bit of love. Stop drinking, stop smoking deferent eat habbits and a totally deferent life style, going from populur to dweep just in a few days. LOL okay maybe not dweep....  Well lets take me for instence, a long long time ago when I were not as single as now. I gave up smoking not because I was asked to but just because she didn't like it, I went from alcoholic to casual drinker and I gave up my motor sport hobbie, Not completelly but to much according to me. ( No more dicing.... ) And bad from my side forgot some of my friends. ( Worst thing ever... ) Change in interest and began to watch chick films....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay yes, thats a few tipical things, But the point beeing. Ppl adapt to with who they are friends and / or who's by there side. There's so many things you'll do for the love of your life. You'll move to a deferent state deferent country. You'll give up almost every thing you love and you'll change your life style. Is it all worth it?? We'll according to me YES, for as long as it last, But dont give up that really maters, Its not worth making your life worth nothing just for them. Select  your friends carefully and select your partner from your heart and not your mind. Your eye's might be blind. Your heart will know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393593-115798311933523407?l=gremsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/115798311933523407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393593&amp;postID=115798311933523407' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/115798311933523407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/115798311933523407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/2006/09/whos-beside-you.html' title='Who&apos;s Beside You!'/><author><name>Gremlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12841566032420963720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393593.post-115771973535292358</id><published>2006-09-08T14:35:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T09:13:52.764+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Darn I'm Tierd.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7588/3540/1600/hoodwinked_hoodwinked1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 156px; height: 208px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7588/3540/320/hoodwinked_hoodwinked1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Went out with the Phase1Racing peeps last night, and what a wonderful evening it was. Darn Red Ridding Hood has a few &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Marshall&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; Art moves. But any ways got home at about 3am. This morning I got up and finished for work as tiered as hell. But left home at time and hit the road to work, normally an hour drive. As I got into my car I popped in Jennifer Love Hewitt’s cd and just cruised, driving for about 20 to 30 minutes and bam a darn minion trying to drive. Pushed me off the road as he don’t know how his breaks work at a stop street and felt in behind him, driving 20km/h in an 80 zone. Irritating me and then just out of the blue he decided to turn right, never mind the car coming from the front. And again almost causing an accident, but at least that’s were I could drive again. Irritated pulling away from a stop sing I accidentally took 50 000km of my tires, and that’s were I realized. I’ve been driving for 20 – 30 minuets and where the hell am I going? Completely off the road that I drive to work every morning. Meaning instead of going east I when west. What went on in my mind? Darn I hate it when I do things and never knows why I done that. And this is not my first time it happened. Remember a few years back I drove to secunda and as I stopped there at the secunda mall, I realized uhmmmm what am I doing here?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I actually wanted to go to Kruger’s dorp. Uhmm………. Why does things like that happen?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393593-115771973535292358?l=gremsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/115771973535292358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393593&amp;postID=115771973535292358' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/115771973535292358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/115771973535292358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/2006/09/darn-im-tierd.html' title='Darn I&apos;m Tierd.'/><author><name>Gremlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12841566032420963720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393593.post-115746353405034630</id><published>2006-09-05T15:04:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T09:13:52.700+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost mind!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7588/3540/1600/Evangelion-%20The%20Lost%20Mind.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7588/3540/320/Evangelion-%20The%20Lost%20Mind.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind are lost, My mind are gone, I can't think no matter how hard I try. Thinking of this thinking of that but in the end only thinking  of one thing.&lt;br /&gt;Trying to watch tv tyring to listen music but still its only that one thing, that one thing floating in my mind, that one thing thats stuck.&lt;br /&gt;Can't get it out, can't get it to leave but no more.... have to find my mind....&lt;br /&gt;Don't know where don't know how but there's no more time, with out my mind are with out me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where can I look where can I see,where my lost mind can be. Trying to work trying to drive, its no hope, no hope at all. Leing in my bed sitting in my car its always just there, No matter how no matter what I'm glad it is, but I need a break I need my mind, at least just for now just one day, thats all I ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been thinking, O yes I have as its all I can do, as its you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393593-115746353405034630?l=gremsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/115746353405034630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393593&amp;postID=115746353405034630' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/115746353405034630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/115746353405034630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/2006/09/lost-mind.html' title='Lost mind!'/><author><name>Gremlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12841566032420963720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393593.post-115703584300057692</id><published>2006-08-31T16:11:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T09:13:52.645+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Small stuppid things!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7588/3540/1600/Stupid%20cat.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 419px; height: 164px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7588/3540/320/Stupid%20cat.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who worry's what other ppl think? Have you ever notised that ppl cares to much of small things. Why are that? If I wanna do something I wanna do it with out thinking what will they think about it. Screw them this is my life and I will do what I want to do, when I want to and how I want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I am crazy and Yes I enjoy it to be. I was in a conversation today with some one and it leaded to this point, for me just to ask how long are your big tone? Just a simple question right. Well thinnk again. The chance to get an answer for a question like that are not very good! The first response that I got were "Why?" thats fair , I would also whant to know why? Got past that and the next response where "what will the ppl think" "they gonna think I'm crazy".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay honnestly would have done it? just emagine, you sitting in the office and there you see this one guy or girl, taking of his shoe put his feet on the desk and grab a ruler and measure his litle big tone! What will you think? Well I know I would have done it, and yes there are some one els with me on this. So I thought just for fun lets ask some more ppl to do it. Just to see how many ppl are really crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of ten ppl I asked, five guys and five girls there was only one who did it, only one freak that actually measured her mister big tone. HAHA your a freak! But thats why we all love you so much. And yes its a girl. But thanx for helping me prove a point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ppl please stop carring what others think and gain some trust. Its your life and you can do what you want, when and how you wish. The actual fing is just to stand up and do it before you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This message are not pointed on the fisrt person who got the question.... But then it might help you a bit, go red!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393593-115703584300057692?l=gremsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/115703584300057692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393593&amp;postID=115703584300057692' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/115703584300057692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/115703584300057692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/2006/08/small-stuppid-things.html' title='Small stuppid things!'/><author><name>Gremlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12841566032420963720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393593.post-115694401213964805</id><published>2006-08-30T14:43:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T09:13:52.592+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Love for IT freaks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7588/3540/1600/computer_nerd.jpg.w180h188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7588/3540/320/computer_nerd.jpg.w180h188.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Don't you just love your companies IT specialists? I meen you hear that they will be coming out tomorow and fix the network, the internet and just have to change your IP settings for the new network, for you to come online. Well GREATE my internet and network are going to work at last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes they fix every thing today at my office, I can actually download my emails with out struggeling. its like open outlook and WOW its finnished and then whe dont even have a cap-limit anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When in for a meeting this morning, left my laptop at my desk and when I got out of the meeting they were finnished and gone. Now I just have a few problems. Okay my emails works. My browser works but only on co.za site's (WTF?). My MsN is not working, they bloked the dammmm port it uses on the server (WTF?), and they know most of my customers are on msn, Now I have to call them and waste money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then for the rest of the things. My darn SQL server aren't working anymore - My PC takes agess to boot, they removed 50% of all my programs. And HELL I wont even go more into detail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who the hell do they think they are. Wish I known what they did and did not do. After re-installing my software, half of it doesn't work any more. Now I cant use my database any more so all my client details are lost. Cant contact my clients as dont have there numbers always used MSN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wish that they can leaf my things alone if I'm not there. Now I have to waste my time sorting out my database and to get msn working again. I Hate Them! I Hate Them! I Hate Them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393593-115694401213964805?l=gremsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/115694401213964805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393593&amp;postID=115694401213964805' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/115694401213964805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/115694401213964805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/2006/08/love-for-it-freaks.html' title='The Love for IT freaks!'/><author><name>Gremlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12841566032420963720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393593.post-115635260316509192</id><published>2006-08-23T18:46:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T09:13:52.537+02:00</updated><title type='text'>WHY Keep it silent?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7588/3540/1600/Freak.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7588/3540/320/Freak.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Why, Why, Why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why keep it a secret? why keep it for your self? It's not if it was that much to say! Just be open and honnest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything whent so good, every thing happend as it should, every thing was almost perfect, Well so I thought but I guese I was wrong, Guese I'm the fool, Guese I was blind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really thought every thing is going fine and that there might be a chance. And then all the sudden every thing is just going wrong one after another, one today two tomorrow and so it keeps on going and going never ending never stopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why not just tell me? Why not just be open and honnest with me, would it have killed you? Its just a few simple  words one phrase and on phrase only. Would have helped me alot, just to say........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I kept on hanning on for my life, where I just could have let go and save so much of sadness, so much of tears and so much more of self respect. Would really have loved just to know. And all would not have been gone, Some would have survived and some would have still be great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as it's me and me aloan in this wonderful time of pain and missery, I'll guese I'll just have to survive and keep on going. But ALL will never be lost, I will not let every thing dissapear, I dedicated my life and will kleen on as long as posible. Thought some thing was deffirent, thought something was weird and now it all had to come out like this, It broke my hard and will proberly do so for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please no secrets, be honnest and all will go well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393593-115635260316509192?l=gremsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/115635260316509192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393593&amp;postID=115635260316509192' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/115635260316509192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/115635260316509192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/2006/08/why-keep-it-silent_23.html' title='WHY Keep it silent?'/><author><name>Gremlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12841566032420963720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393593.post-115616852829556260</id><published>2006-08-21T15:50:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T09:13:52.424+02:00</updated><title type='text'>For all the online friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7588/3540/1600/Polar.Bears.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 240px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7588/3540/320/Polar.Bears.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Someone asked me once&lt;br /&gt;about people online-&lt;br /&gt;Don't I find it silly&lt;br /&gt;to call them friends of mine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pondered the thought&lt;br /&gt;for a little while-&lt;br /&gt;and slung 'em a story&lt;br /&gt;with a huge smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wake up in the mornin&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell ya what I do-&lt;br /&gt;I race to my computer&lt;br /&gt;to check my mail , it's true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I open each and everyone&lt;br /&gt;and reply with tender care-&lt;br /&gt;maybe justa a line or two&lt;br /&gt;to let 'em know I'm there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have seen strange things&lt;br /&gt;been so many places-&lt;br /&gt;Have even seen a few&lt;br /&gt;of their online faces!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesnt matter to me&lt;br /&gt;that they are far away-&lt;br /&gt;Meetin' them has surely&lt;br /&gt;brightened up my day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've shared a morning coffee&lt;br /&gt;and at times we've shed a tear-&lt;br /&gt;We've been there for each other.&lt;br /&gt;Even played cards and drank a beer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are just as real to me&lt;br /&gt;as you are standing there&lt;br /&gt;They are always here for me&lt;br /&gt;with lots of love and care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing online has taught me&lt;br /&gt;something I'll never forget-&lt;br /&gt;There's alotta great people&lt;br /&gt;out there on the net!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How can you be friends with&lt;br /&gt;someone you've never met?"&lt;br /&gt;I'll smile and tell them,&lt;br /&gt;"You've never been online I bet!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you can find me silly&lt;br /&gt;if that's what ya wanna do-&lt;br /&gt;But I care for them every bit&lt;br /&gt;as much as I care for you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393593-115616852829556260?l=gremsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/115616852829556260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393593&amp;postID=115616852829556260' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/115616852829556260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/115616852829556260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/2006/08/for-all-online-friends.html' title='For all the online friends'/><author><name>Gremlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12841566032420963720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393593.post-115592682019621450</id><published>2006-08-18T19:49:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T09:13:52.367+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Drifting Poles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.polereversal.com/images/stories/compass.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 145px;" src="http://www.polereversal.com/images/stories/compass.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;" The Chandler wobble was first discovered back in 1891 by Seth Carlo Chandler an American astronomer. The effect causes the Earth's poles to move in an irregular circle of 3 to 15 metres in diameter in an oscillation. The Earth's Wobble has a 7 year cycle which produces two extremes, a small spiraling wobble circle and a large spiraling wobble circle, about 3.5 years apart. The Earth was in October 2005 moving into the small spiraling circle (the MIN phase of the wobble), which should have slowly unfolded during 2006 and the first few months of 2007. (Each spiraling circle takes about 14 months). But suddenly at the beginning of November 2005, the track of the location of the spin axis veered at a very sharp right angle to its circling motion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The track of the spin axis began to slow down and by about &lt;strong&gt;January 8, 2006&lt;/strong&gt;, it ceased nearly all relative motion on the x and y coordinates which are used to define the daily changing location of the spin axis."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this explains the strange weather we are having for the last year around. But I think this is crazy. They also say that the North and South Pole will swap polarity's, thats the magnetic poles thou. Claiming this to happen in the year 2012. HAHA will atleast first have the soccer in SA..... Well not that I really care, As non of there planings are finnished and its not that far anymore.... And don't watch soccer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some scientists also think that this could be the end of man kind. As they think that the swopping of the poles could make damage. Well I just think this is crazy, just think tomorow north is south and south is north. This could make me confuzed. So in a few years, where is the sun going to come up? Somthing to think about. Our never changing world, a few things as you growed up, you relized that it will never change! And now? It seems to me if this can happen then what is not possible? Maybe day and night will also switch places...... Okay wait I'm freaking my self out now...... Yippee every one's going to work night shift. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to add an Dooms day counter to this page, But it cant take the format.&lt;br /&gt;The counter counts down to 20 December 2012, So do the maths - You all got another 2315 days left. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more info on this.....&lt;br /&gt;http://www.polereversal.com Happy reading.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393593-115592682019621450?l=gremsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/115592682019621450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393593&amp;postID=115592682019621450' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/115592682019621450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/115592682019621450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/2006/08/drifting-poles.html' title='Drifting Poles'/><author><name>Gremlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12841566032420963720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393593.post-115574997503633421</id><published>2006-08-16T15:06:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T09:13:52.309+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Stolen Heart!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7588/3540/1600/Heart.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7588/3540/320/Heart.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                          &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Firstly I want to thank my Beautiful Angel for the heart. You will not believe how difficult it is just to find a heart pic on the net. Googled for one this afternoon and found zero that interested me and I must say this little heart means soooo much more now than one that I would have downloaded form our wonderful internet friend.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Well then, Stolen heart.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How hard is it to get your heart stolen? And why does it happen? Well my hard has been stolen by a very beautiful girl, yes at first it was her beautiful smile that got my attention and I thought to my self, she would be a nice flirt. So I started to flirt with her and just thought what the hell. Then after a few days she just stole my heart out of my body. Yes she literally pulled my heart out and ran away with it. Don’t know maybe she keeps it under her pillow at night when she sleeps. O what a wonderful girl she is indeed.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my brother used to make a joke that all I eat goes to my feet, as I can eat a lot, a lot more than you can think if you see me. But I got an answer for him now, the food doesn’t go to my feat but to my heart as I’m never hungry anymore. I can’t eat the same quantities that I used to (may be that saying is true that you live on love and water when you are in love). For my heart is somewhere else and can’t absorb the food anymore.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O my stolen heart. Where can you be, HEHE don’t worry might be stolen but not lost as I know who stole it and I know she’s taking good care of it. So I just wanna say to the beautiful lady please bring my hart back some day, and please bring it back whole and not broken. I’ll share my heart and soul with you any day of the month any second of the year for as long as possible ( Well if it’s my choice it will be till six feet under ). As soon as you give me the chance to do so. Yes I don’t know you that long and yes it’s weird for me too, as this are the first time something as special as this happened to me and defiantly the first time it happened the way it did. But as weird as it might be, I’m soooo glad it did.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You made me realize what love is, How you should feel when your really in love as I cant stop thinking about you. When I close my eyes at night you’re the first one to appear. As I wake up in the mornings you’re the first one I want to great. I just want to sit some where on a bench under &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;the stars and moon with you cuddled up in my arms and just sit there, let the time fly by just knowing that your there and nothing else just forget every thing around us. (Except the alien that looks thru his telescope at us). &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll give you the world, I’ll buy you the moon and I’ll make you the happiest girl alive. Well that’s if the moon is still for sale.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Love your favourite Gremlin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393593-115574997503633421?l=gremsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/115574997503633421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393593&amp;postID=115574997503633421' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/115574997503633421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/115574997503633421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/2006/08/stolen-heart.html' title='Stolen Heart!'/><author><name>Gremlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12841566032420963720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393593.post-115565710224462487</id><published>2006-08-15T17:18:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T09:13:52.255+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Rejection.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7588/3540/1600/reject-reality_reborn_top-part01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 424px; height: 155px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7588/3540/320/reject-reality_reborn_top-part01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What is it about rejection thats sooo BAD. I mean your not even really rejected but hell it kills you like a nife is being grinded throu your hart, never stopping and the blade just never ends. It grindes you till you just cant take it anymore and then just a bit further for the fun of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant understand it. If you set your self up to do some thing and you really do it, the only thing your ever scared of is the rejection part. There's never something else in between. You'll always just think PLEASE dont reject, I cant take another nife not again not now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the hell with it. Rejection will always be there just to torture you, hear have some pain enjoy it. HAHA sorri peeps getting a bit side tracked here. But there's also an interisting toppic, pain. Now that we will defently cover some other day not now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA I guese I dont have that much to say about rejection as I thought. So lets quickly jusmp over to FEAR. Fear is when your scared of it, right so if your scared of something like a spider you will do what ever you can do to stay away from it. And then on the other side you get fear of hights, O yes you'll be scared of hights but will still jump out of a plane - Hell its not a spider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I've got a fear for elevators but thats more just because I'm closterfobic, Yip the Grem has one real fear HAHA. I hate an elevator, dont wanna use the thing but hell. If there's an elevator I'll rather use it than using the stairs. Just close my mind and step in, push the button and wait. When the doors open just walk out and open my mind again, just to realize I got out on the wrong floor - Some one got into the lift. HAHA that happend alot before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you get the fear for your emotions. Now there are one fear no one messes with. O no no one touch that. There's one fear you cant over come no matter what. Never mind of all the good that there is, No matter whats in stake if the fear is there then the fear will alway's win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. This is not set on you Beautiful. I respect your choise and take your time.&lt;br /&gt;       Just had to get it off my mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393593-115565710224462487?l=gremsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/115565710224462487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393593&amp;postID=115565710224462487' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/115565710224462487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/115565710224462487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/2006/08/rejection.html' title='Rejection.'/><author><name>Gremlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12841566032420963720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393593.post-115558295420882939</id><published>2006-08-14T20:55:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T09:13:52.197+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute or not?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7588/3540/1600/PIC_0006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 232px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7588/3540/320/PIC_0006.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So What do you think Cute or Not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that when I first saw this litle hair ball I thought " what in the hell is this" It looked like a large rat with an oversized nose and as if it fell into the hair grow formula. haha you had to see her then when she was just a baby. Now she still looks like a hair ball, That will proberly never grow out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the most irretating piece of hair that you can get, but I love her like the world it self. Our litle hair ball, it's a clever hair ball thou. It's so if she under stands every thing you say. Very possesive over any thing. If its hers, then dont take it even just a piece of paper. When she wanna go out in night, dam the one who thinks she will go alone, Nope you have to walk with her or she just sits and look at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA that's our litle spoiled hair ball. Aint she cute?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393593-115558295420882939?l=gremsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/115558295420882939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393593&amp;postID=115558295420882939' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/115558295420882939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/115558295420882939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/2006/08/cute-or-not.html' title='Cute or not?'/><author><name>Gremlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12841566032420963720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393593.post-115558162440958632</id><published>2006-08-14T19:43:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T09:13:52.141+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A Black Rose</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7588/3540/1600/black%20rose.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7588/3540/320/black%20rose.0.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A Black Rose is defenently the most beatiful and most exotic flower in the world, The chances of getting one is almost next to nothing as I have found two places so far where I can get one and then I must also wait a life time to get it - Almost as if they grow them on demand -.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This I dedicate to the worlds most beautiful Girl. Just as you will search the whole world for a black rose you will search the whole world for some one like her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As her beauty lies deep in the unreachable dept of the see. Where every thing glows and blows your mind away, because its there where you can see the most beautiful creations ever created. But yet, she's found in an open place - Don't know how but I'm sure glad of it -.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got the Beauty but yet more important than that is that she got the beauty inside as well. Where in the world do you get that combination? I'll travel the whole world from south to north and east to west and still it would not be found. A true Angle send down for man kind to see how beautiful life sould be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just as it's worth waiting for a black rose, to see the beauty, to hold and wonder from where it came, To feel the softness and to smell the soft unique smell. It's worth waiting for my sweet Angle to hold and to love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first black rose, It's going to you Beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;Well if all goes well it would be soon. - Hope every thing works out -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393593-115558162440958632?l=gremsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/115558162440958632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393593&amp;postID=115558162440958632' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/115558162440958632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/115558162440958632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/2006/08/black-rose.html' title='A Black Rose'/><author><name>Gremlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12841566032420963720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393593.post-115557731441485853</id><published>2006-08-14T19:10:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T09:13:52.084+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad but Glad.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7588/3540/1600/very-sad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 209px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7588/3540/320/very-sad.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hay there what is it about feelings? It's always there no mater what you do. Darn life's hard if you take in all emotions. I must say that I was SOOOO sad today, I felt like nothing but a small boy who lost his faviriot blankie. Don't know I think my feelings just got the best of me. But I think it was worth it thou. Every second ecept the part that I was still in my office ( Open plan office that is ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a few looks from my colleges that I will never forget and I'm sure they will also never forget today. Can I tell you a secert - I almost felt tears comming out my eye's-. So for all those that got that side of me, Sorry. For the rest who missed it HAHA your loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all worked out better than I thought it will. So now I'm Happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feelings wonderfull and not. Good but bad, but part of bieng human so notthing can stop it no matter how hard you try. So lets hope that all the sad feelings will stay away and leave the room for the good and happy feelings. And then there are the scared feelings....... But that is for another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So remember always smile and everyone will smile back at you. Be sad and every one around you will also be sad, and that just messes up a good and wonderful day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393593-115557731441485853?l=gremsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/115557731441485853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393593&amp;postID=115557731441485853' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/115557731441485853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/115557731441485853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/2006/08/sad-but-glad.html' title='Sad but Glad.'/><author><name>Gremlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12841566032420963720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393593.post-115532859564517317</id><published>2006-08-11T21:48:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T09:13:52.016+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Why not ??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7588/3540/1600/aliens_monstrous.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7588/3540/320/aliens_monstrous.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In this wonderfull word of us there are so many known and so many unknown. After all these years of man kind living on our wonderfull planet that God created for us to enjoy, There are still so litle known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the rain forest for the first example. Already thousands of bug spessies are known in the rain forest - remember that it is more than 6000 in one rain forest alone - but yet each day they they discover hundereds more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the second example the see. The most exotic wonderfull place on this planet. The most spectacular seens to see in your life would be found in there. And also so many undescovered spessies living down there - Looking amazing but yet no one knows about them - . Looks like beauty is always saved for last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So do we really know what lives or lived? Dinasours maybe - wel not as ppl say but according to me yesc-. Dragons - That would have been cool thou -.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we go to space, also one of the worlds most spectacular seens - Just starring into the sky at night, looking at the beautiful moon serounded by stars - and so unknown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ppl thought they know every thing a lot of few years ago, and said that Pluto is the last. Well as they have descoverd a few years ago, there are more than just Pluto. Yes, they found a new planet that they called Planet X - Proberly out of names - and again they thought this is it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But luckely I can say no sorry for you guy's. Man kind has upgraded technoligy and whent on with their search in space. Not known to a lot of ppl, they have descoverd more than three planets after Planet X. So what? What about it? Well thats not where it stops, Not only has they found planets but they have also found another 3 'sonne stelsels' - cant get to find the english name for that now - Yes three more like us revolving around a sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why not Aliens? How can there be so many planets, but no life? No I do not believe in crop circle's or Area 51 and all the ab-duction storries that many ppl claim to have happened, But maby be they have been here on earth before. But I do believe that there are life out there. Some where in space is some thing living on a planet. Whish I could meet one - Maybe I'll find my home, and meet my real parents - before I die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just think of the possebility of live other than us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393593-115532859564517317?l=gremsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/115532859564517317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393593&amp;postID=115532859564517317' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/115532859564517317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/115532859564517317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/2006/08/why-not_11.html' title='Why not ??'/><author><name>Gremlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12841566032420963720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393593.post-115531875454120310</id><published>2006-08-11T19:01:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T09:13:51.900+02:00</updated><title type='text'>a Replay for a Comment.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7588/3540/1600/prince.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 92px; height: 107px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7588/3540/320/prince.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A Long, Long time ago I met this Girl.  Okay not that long ago just a while ago.&lt;br /&gt;I met this beautiful Girl and I do mean Beautiful. Still got this imprint in my head of her non leing eye's and a smile to blow you away. This picture made my brain running around in a maze and just cant get out. Just as soon as you think that your taste level will never be met then this piece of beauty passes your  way, Just moving up our taste and making every day a wonderful day by just passing by, chatching a glimps of her beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lived in a life that I was always quiet and never said what I wanted and when, But that part has passed as I reallized that life is what you make it and there are nothing out of reach even if you think you cant get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well for the comment.  Yes I see her as a very special person in my life unforgently not as special as I would want it to be, Well not at this moment but you never know what the future might bring. From her side I dont know but if there's nothing and if there would never be anything, Well thats okay. She's a dear friend and I hope that the freindship would never end. Just grow, grow and grow. But untill then, I will never stop trying and even then she will always know that I think she's as Beautiful as you can get. I always thought that beauty has a limit but if there is, she's already over the limit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I can get the right words to describe her - But for that I will have to create new words, for her beauty is worth more than just words. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393593-115531875454120310?l=gremsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/115531875454120310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393593&amp;postID=115531875454120310' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/115531875454120310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/115531875454120310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/2006/08/replay-for-comment_11.html' title='a Replay for a Comment.'/><author><name>Gremlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12841566032420963720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393593.post-115523364323637771</id><published>2006-08-10T19:18:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T09:13:51.786+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Pshyco is Normal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7588/3540/1600/Pshyco.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7588/3540/320/Pshyco.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I belive in life motto's, Every one must have a life motto acording to me. So I hope you all have one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my Life's motto is defenetly "Pshyco is Normal". Just think about it - Yes most are thinking "Your Mad" -. You think every one is crazy, Yes. Don't worry me too, just because they are defferent than me. And then you get the real Pshyco persons that is locked up in a small white room - Yes white, they think that it is a calm coulor and that it helps, but NO it doesn't help. Please change the coulor to a soft blue or a light calm coulor.- and gets drugs every morning and every night to make them normal, I'm sure that the drugs does not help. If your brain left you then drugs wouldn't bring it back. Okay now I'm off my point wait........   O yes. Now thats what we all see as Freaks, Pshyco's ect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I think that they are normal, the guy that bumps his head five times against the wall to say hallo and twelfe times to say good bye - That Freak is normal just like us -. Yes he does things that you would not do but hell give the guy a gap. Thats his way of saying hallo like all of us shake hands - why do we do that?  Give me your hand I wanna shake it! - HAHA right now you must think that I'm crazy, well your right I am.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once haerd a joke that made me think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man drove with his car along a dead lonly road, nothing in sight for miles. As he drive's he loosses weel nuts on the same wheel, and his weel is starting to shake as the weel nuts gets less, nut he just can think why his car is shakking. A few miles on he came past a 'mal huis' and looses another wheel nut and puls over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he got out and walked around his car he realized that he is missing three weel nuts in the front left weel. One guy in the insetude walks to the fench and ask the man "can I help?" The man replay's "What do you know, your Crazy!" a few hours pass and the man are still sitting next to his car thinking of how he's gonna get home as he cant drive with only one weel nut. And the same man in the insetude came to the fench and asked the man "can I help?" Again the man replay's "Your Crazy go away!" The man in the insetude replay's "you've been sitting there for ours starring at our wheel, I can help you" The man replay's "How can you help me, your in an insetude" The man in the insetude replay's and says " If you take one wheel nut of both back weel then you will have three wheel nuts on your front wheel and wil be able abel to go home." The man thinks that a good idea and starts moving the wheel nuts. As the man in the insetude turns around and walks away, he says " Crazy Man".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The morrel of the storry. Every one is normal in his own way. Be Crazy be a Freak and just enjoy life, No  matter what others might think to me you will always be normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards Your Freak Gremlin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393593-115523364323637771?l=gremsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/115523364323637771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393593&amp;postID=115523364323637771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/115523364323637771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/115523364323637771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/2006/08/pshyco-is-normal.html' title='Pshyco is Normal'/><author><name>Gremlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12841566032420963720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393593.post-115523029018909419</id><published>2006-08-10T18:52:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T09:13:51.725+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The reason of bieng!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7588/3540/1600/Final1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7588/3540/320/Final1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My reason of doing these blogs are just because a beautiful Girl asked me to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hell I thought wat the hell it might be fun, Well I hope so.........  Ne sure I'll like it I'm just not sure of how good and of how far I'll Come. But lets see what happens. Excuse my spelling thou it might not be up to specs but I'm sure you all will understand what I'm treing to say.  HEHE and you would not believe that I do articals for a web site (But there I have an editor that checks my spelling).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For that Beautiful Girl who knows who you are (Will rather not call name's) I'm hear and bussy. The Blogs will grow but I still want a the pic for a background.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393593-115523029018909419?l=gremsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/115523029018909419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393593&amp;postID=115523029018909419' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/115523029018909419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/115523029018909419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/2006/08/reason-of-bieng.html' title='The reason of bieng!'/><author><name>Gremlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12841566032420963720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393593.post-115522868605888286</id><published>2006-08-10T18:32:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T09:13:51.663+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Howdy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7588/3540/1600/gremlins.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7588/3540/320/gremlins.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hi there every one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes thats me, Gremlin. And not because I'm a Gremlins fan, nope thats not the reason. I am known by the name Gremlin all around and all has begun a few years back with few of my good friends. It's something to do with the way I loved my rock's and yes alot more than that. Don't really know all the reasons but I decided that it's a good name to adopt as my user name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes It's just a name but for me it means alot more than just a name.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32393593-115522868605888286?l=gremsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/115522868605888286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32393593&amp;postID=115522868605888286' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/115522868605888286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32393593/posts/default/115522868605888286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gremsplace.blogspot.com/2006/08/howdy_10.html' title='Howdy'/><author><name>Gremlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12841566032420963720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
