<?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-4395278724475850048</id><updated>2011-04-21T22:35:11.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead Is The New Alive</title><subtitle type='html'>A casket built for two</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikisixx.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395278724475850048/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikisixx.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Niki Sixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00287667204942655450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://panther1.last.fm/avatar/d4a0d28336bd94022a7b57869f66756e.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4395278724475850048.post-5925361724912132994</id><published>2008-01-18T13:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T13:39:00.638-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Origin Of Love (Hedwig and the Angry Inch)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Origin Of Love (Hedwig and the Angry Inch)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the earth was still flat,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And the clouds made of fire,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And mountains stretched up to the sky,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Sometimes higher,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Folks roamed the earth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Like big rolling kegs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; They had two sets of arms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; They had two sets of legs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; They had two faces peering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Out of one giant head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; So they could watch all around them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; As they talked; while they read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And they never knew nothing of love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It was before the origin of love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The origin of love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And there were three sexes then,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; One that looked like two men&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Glued up back to back,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Called the children of the sun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And similar in shape and girth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Were the children of the earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; They looked like two girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Rolled up in one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And the children of the moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Were like a fork shoved on a spoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; They were part sun, part earth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Part daughter, part son.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The origin of love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Now the gods grew quite scared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Of our strength and defiance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And Thor said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "I'm gonna kill them all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; With my hammer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Like I killed the giants."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And Zeus said, "No,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You better let me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Use my lightening, like scissors,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Like I cut the legs off the whales&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And dinosaurs into lizards."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Then he grabbed up some bolts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And he let out a laugh,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Said, "I'll split them right down the middle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Gonna cut them right up in half."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And then storm clouds gathered above&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Into great balls of fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And then fire shot down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; From the sky in bolts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Like shining blades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Of a knife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And it ripped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Right through the flesh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Of the children of the sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And the moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And the earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And some Indian god&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Sewed the wound up into a hole,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Pulled it round to our belly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; To remind us of the price we pay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And Osiris and the gods of the Nile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Gathered up a big storm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; To blow a hurricane,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; To scatter us away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; In a flood of wind and rain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And a sea of tidal waves,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; To wash us all away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And if we don't behave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; They'll cut us down again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And we'll be hopping round on one foot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And looking through one eye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Last time I saw you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; We had just split in two.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You were looking at me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I was looking at you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You had a way so familiar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; But I could not recognize,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Cause you had blood on your face;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I had blood in my eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; But I could swear by your expression&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; That the pain down in your soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Was the same as the one down in mine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; That's the pain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Cuts a straight line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Down through the heart;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; We called it love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; So we wrapped our arms around each other,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Trying to shove ourselves back together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; We were making love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Making love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It was a cold dark evening,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Such a long time ago,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; When by the mighty hand of Jove,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It was the sad story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; How we became&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Lonely two-legged creatures,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It's the story of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The origin of love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; That's the origin of love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4395278724475850048-5925361724912132994?l=nikisixx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikisixx.blogspot.com/feeds/5925361724912132994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4395278724475850048&amp;postID=5925361724912132994' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395278724475850048/posts/default/5925361724912132994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395278724475850048/posts/default/5925361724912132994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikisixx.blogspot.com/2008/01/origin-of-love-hedwig-and-angry-inch.html' title='The Origin Of Love (Hedwig and the Angry Inch)'/><author><name>Niki Sixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00287667204942655450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://panther1.last.fm/avatar/d4a0d28336bd94022a7b57869f66756e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4395278724475850048.post-550368490147438015</id><published>2007-10-17T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T14:34:56.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Woesh!</title><content type='html'>I think I just came a little:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://userserve-ak.last.fm/serve/_/2565720.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://userserve-ak.last.fm/serve/_/2565720.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is absolutely the most gorgeous woman on earth!&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, we got twooooo kittens!&lt;br /&gt;Giph &amp;amp; Phileine!&lt;br /&gt;Phileine is black and Giph is grey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://a767.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/108/l_37c089089826cce8ad82941c4892ca46.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://a767.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/108/l_37c089089826cce8ad82941c4892ca46.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and PS. do you remember me nagging about not going to the Emilie Autumn concerts? She's coming again in December, and I got tickets. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4395278724475850048-550368490147438015?l=nikisixx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikisixx.blogspot.com/feeds/550368490147438015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4395278724475850048&amp;postID=550368490147438015' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395278724475850048/posts/default/550368490147438015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395278724475850048/posts/default/550368490147438015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikisixx.blogspot.com/2007/10/woesh.html' title='Woesh!'/><author><name>Niki Sixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00287667204942655450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://panther1.last.fm/avatar/d4a0d28336bd94022a7b57869f66756e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4395278724475850048.post-7480853381373278770</id><published>2007-09-26T07:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T08:47:04.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I simply didn't find the time to do this sooner.</title><content type='html'>Hi kids, what's new? We went to the Sziget Festival in Hungary, Leonie and I moved into our new place and a lot of other shit has happend as well.&lt;br /&gt;Since I'm ill at the moment (I'm suffering from a violent and agressive case of the flu ;) lol) I'm not gonna write down everything that's happend and I'm not gonna post every picture I made since the last time I posted on this blog.&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm gonna show you what my new place looks like! I made these pics in a hurry and I didn't have any time to clean up before taking them. Some things have changed since I took them. I might have even cleaned up a bit. ;) (The worst thing is, when I took the picture of the kitchen, they had shut off our water, so the dishes hadn't been done for a while!)&lt;br /&gt;The livingroom is supposed to be rock 'n roll and the bedroom is supposed to be fantasy/gothic, because we really couldn't choose between our favorite styles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Livingroom:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-g6WyjSFfuI/Rvpzw3jAT_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/SNlIIOwEL6U/s1600-h/CIMG0080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-g6WyjSFfuI/Rvpzw3jAT_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/SNlIIOwEL6U/s320/CIMG0080.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114527610214305778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-g6WyjSFfuI/Rvp0d3jAUAI/AAAAAAAAAAU/tPJstPNaJ4s/s1600-h/CIMG0081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-g6WyjSFfuI/Rvp0d3jAUAI/AAAAAAAAAAU/tPJstPNaJ4s/s320/CIMG0081.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114528383308419074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-g6WyjSFfuI/Rvp2IXjAUBI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ELfiqhrK2f0/s1600-h/CIMG0082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-g6WyjSFfuI/Rvp2IXjAUBI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ELfiqhrK2f0/s320/CIMG0082.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114530212964487186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile the bookcase is full and it collapsed under the weight of our books just now. But we fixed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-g6WyjSFfuI/Rvp2iHjAUCI/AAAAAAAAAAk/whQILkD7t_k/s1600-h/CIMG0083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-g6WyjSFfuI/Rvp2iHjAUCI/AAAAAAAAAAk/whQILkD7t_k/s320/CIMG0083.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114530655346118690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-g6WyjSFfuI/Rvp3AHjAUDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Jf7z6ZMK8S4/s1600-h/CIMG0084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-g6WyjSFfuI/Rvp3AHjAUDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Jf7z6ZMK8S4/s320/CIMG0084.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114531170742194226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-g6WyjSFfuI/Rvp4c3jAUEI/AAAAAAAAAA0/yIgh8EtnFT4/s1600-h/CIMG0085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-g6WyjSFfuI/Rvp4c3jAUEI/AAAAAAAAAA0/yIgh8EtnFT4/s320/CIMG0085.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114532764175061058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bedroom:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-g6WyjSFfuI/Rvp5lnjAUFI/AAAAAAAAAA8/C7BxHD6z9ws/s1600-h/CIMG0086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-g6WyjSFfuI/Rvp5lnjAUFI/AAAAAAAAAA8/C7BxHD6z9ws/s320/CIMG0086.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114534014010544210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-g6WyjSFfuI/Rvp5-njAUGI/AAAAAAAAABE/0tVzRDOjfr4/s1600-h/CIMG0087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-g6WyjSFfuI/Rvp5-njAUGI/AAAAAAAAABE/0tVzRDOjfr4/s320/CIMG0087.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114534443507273826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-g6WyjSFfuI/Rvp6d3jAUHI/AAAAAAAAABM/e1QyPq4t5G0/s1600-h/CIMG0088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-g6WyjSFfuI/Rvp6d3jAUHI/AAAAAAAAABM/e1QyPq4t5G0/s320/CIMG0088.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114534980378185842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leonie painted something on the walls. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-g6WyjSFfuI/Rvp69njAUII/AAAAAAAAABU/TIZvAW0zeMU/s1600-h/CIMG0090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-g6WyjSFfuI/Rvp69njAUII/AAAAAAAAABU/TIZvAW0zeMU/s320/CIMG0090.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114535525839032450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, the little girls room is one of my favorite rooms, because it's completely filled with pictures of cool parties and moments with our friends! Hurray for Hema!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-g6WyjSFfuI/Rvp7g3jAUJI/AAAAAAAAABc/DhZOhDJaqDg/s1600-h/CIMG0091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-g6WyjSFfuI/Rvp7g3jAUJI/AAAAAAAAABc/DhZOhDJaqDg/s320/CIMG0091.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114536131429421202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kitchen:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-g6WyjSFfuI/Rvp70njAUKI/AAAAAAAAABk/ZzktM-tv3iE/s1600-h/CIMG0094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-g6WyjSFfuI/Rvp70njAUKI/AAAAAAAAABk/ZzktM-tv3iE/s320/CIMG0094.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114536470731837602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bathroom (actually quite clean in these pictures) is in Disney style, because Leonie loves it so much (and my parents used to have something like this at home) and I told her she could have her Dinsey fun as much as she wanted in the bathroom. BUT NOT ANYWHERE ELSE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-g6WyjSFfuI/Rvp8MHjAULI/AAAAAAAAABs/-lttyHnKFuU/s1600-h/CIMG0095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-g6WyjSFfuI/Rvp8MHjAULI/AAAAAAAAABs/-lttyHnKFuU/s320/CIMG0095.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114536874458763442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-g6WyjSFfuI/Rvp8injAUMI/AAAAAAAAAB0/HAWK0YKrtAY/s1600-h/CIMG0096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-g6WyjSFfuI/Rvp8injAUMI/AAAAAAAAAB0/HAWK0YKrtAY/s320/CIMG0096.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114537261005820098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-g6WyjSFfuI/Rvp813jAUNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/bO3RNkYyluo/s1600-h/CIMG0097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-g6WyjSFfuI/Rvp813jAUNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/bO3RNkYyluo/s320/CIMG0097.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114537591718301906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kitchen and the hall:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-g6WyjSFfuI/Rvp9jnjAUOI/AAAAAAAAACE/11EaYiLrvu0/s1600-h/CIMG0098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-g6WyjSFfuI/Rvp9jnjAUOI/AAAAAAAAACE/11EaYiLrvu0/s320/CIMG0098.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114538377697317090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoyed the show, curtain's closed now. Come and visit anytime soon. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4395278724475850048-7480853381373278770?l=nikisixx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikisixx.blogspot.com/feeds/7480853381373278770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4395278724475850048&amp;postID=7480853381373278770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395278724475850048/posts/default/7480853381373278770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395278724475850048/posts/default/7480853381373278770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikisixx.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-simply-didnt-find-time-to-do-this.html' title='I simply didn&apos;t find the time to do this sooner.'/><author><name>Niki Sixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00287667204942655450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://panther1.last.fm/avatar/d4a0d28336bd94022a7b57869f66756e.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-g6WyjSFfuI/Rvpzw3jAT_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/SNlIIOwEL6U/s72-c/CIMG0080.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4395278724475850048.post-1211414273795959713</id><published>2007-07-23T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T13:27:08.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Floating City</title><content type='html'>I went to Monique's this weekend. Was fun! Friday Simon &amp; Chantal came over and we had a beer, and it was relaxing. Monique read me a story before bed time! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we had a big day, at first we visited Monique's new home! She bought a fucking house, my friends (and I) are gettin' quite old and grown up eh? ;)&lt;br /&gt;Any way, her new place is great! Really big! Love the garden. :)&lt;br /&gt;We did a lot of shopping, Denise came over and we had dinner. After that we went to the school where Monique's working. They had a party with all the people who work there and they installed a floating mattress, a karaoke machine, and a swimming pool in the gym. Unfortunately they removed the pool, but the other stuff was still there, so Monique had the glamorous idea to have a small party over there. She invited Leonie B. and Rachel as well and we bought some beer and went over there. It was really cool actually! I did karaoke until my voice was completely fucked up (Paradise By Dashboard Light is a nasty little bugger), we rocked that floating mattress, played some truth or dare (which unfortunately is filmed by Monique), we even wrestled and of course we drank a lot of beer! I was quite drunk actually.&lt;br /&gt;I was really good to do some poppers while lying on the floating mattress while some one was rocking it. Das ist Orgasmisch!&lt;br /&gt;Well almost anyway.&lt;br /&gt;The day after we were really lazy, watching some movie with Katie Holmes, and Dunya &amp; Desie (I own all 3 DVDs now! ^^) . Jacky came over and I finally saw her house, it's decorated and everything, and I went home again.&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to Ruysdael for a drink with Malou and Tino, and after that we had dinner with Marjolein @ Malou her "new place", she's "baby sitting" a really big house. :) After that I had to leave (but they had some really good Johnny Walker Red Label!) because Terry came over and Malou and Terry wanted to have sex (in the laundry room), and now I'm at home on the internet, and really bored. :P&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'm gonna go to my granny's. Been working on a project there. Wednesday Jeroen and I will go shoppin' in Amsterdam and going to the new Harry Potter movie. ^^&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: Party @ Chantal's. It's gonna be fun.&lt;br /&gt;Friday: Being totally lazy in The Hague, and going back to Heemskerk to be lazy as well.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: Amsterdam. Ball Du Masque. Partyyy! With Jeroen &amp;amp; Denise.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: Chillin' probably @ Malou's.&lt;br /&gt;Monday: My baby get's on an airplane to come home to...... me!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;But it's good to feel I don't need Leonie to do &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt; I want. I mean, I need her, I love her, she's my everything, but I can still party with friends, doing my own thing. It's just all those little moments in between I miss her like hell. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. Added some pictures to my previous post! Check 'em out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4395278724475850048-1211414273795959713?l=nikisixx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikisixx.blogspot.com/feeds/1211414273795959713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4395278724475850048&amp;postID=1211414273795959713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395278724475850048/posts/default/1211414273795959713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395278724475850048/posts/default/1211414273795959713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikisixx.blogspot.com/2007/07/floating-city.html' title='Floating City'/><author><name>Niki Sixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00287667204942655450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://panther1.last.fm/avatar/d4a0d28336bd94022a7b57869f66756e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4395278724475850048.post-1860731512872605149</id><published>2007-07-18T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T13:26:08.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Party all the time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://brick53.hyves.org/83800001-83850000/83814801-83814900/83814836_5__oOX.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://brick53.hyves.org/83800001-83850000/83814801-83814900/83814836_5__oOX.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, I had some serious party time this week. On Saturday I went to Oud-Beijerland to party with Wendy and everyone was there: Els, Nicole, Cathy, Anie, Lotte. We got really drunk and went to a café and it was actually fun! We danced all night! It was really fun to see everyone and to meet Cathy's husband Jeff, who was a really cool guy.&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday I went to Simon &amp; Chantal, we went to the Summer Time festival in 'Het Haagse Bos' which is next to their place. We sat down with some beer and food and the weather was great. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://brick71.hyves.org/85550001-85600000/85572601-85572700/85572687_5_ktJ0.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://brick71.hyves.org/85550001-85600000/85572601-85572700/85572687_5_ktJ0.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We made a deal to go skinny dipping on the beach and so we went to the coffee shop, picked up some pot and beer and we went to Scheveningen. When we arrived and sat down, we saw this sign on the beach saying: Nudist beach! It was an actual sign! So we really went skinny dipping after all although I had my doubts at first, but it was really cool and natural and relaxed!&lt;br /&gt;It was really cool at the beach, there was some kind of lounge music and there were crickets and a beautiful sunset.  We smoked pot, did some poppers, made movies on my cell phone, and we wrote a message in a bottle which we threw in the ocean!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://brick71.hyves.org/85550001-85600000/85572601-85572700/85572688_5_qU6R.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://brick71.hyves.org/85550001-85600000/85572601-85572700/85572688_5_qU6R.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://brick71.hyves.org/85550001-85600000/85572601-85572700/85572685_5_qJ_j.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://brick71.hyves.org/85550001-85600000/85572601-85572700/85572685_5_qJ_j.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when all the beer and wine was gone we decided to go home and make a nice camp fire in the backyard. The only problem was: we didn't have any wood at home to start the fire with. But on our way riding bare foot on our bikes we found all this wood lying around on the side walk! Sign no. 2. Everything that day was meant to be. ;)&lt;br /&gt;So we (mostly Chantal, cuz she'd been at a hippy trailerpark the week before) started a beautiful fire and we'd smoke some more pot and drank some more beer. So we enjoyed this fire while also enjoying the beautiful sounds of the night (neighbours having crazy loud sex). Crazy/Beautiful day.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://brick71.hyves.org/85550001-85600000/85572601-85572700/85572676_5_2WFc.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://brick71.hyves.org/85550001-85600000/85572601-85572700/85572676_5_2WFc.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day after we had breakfast together and supported Chantal while they took some of her blood at the hospital. We did the groceries and we made dinner together. We drank a lot of beer and watched Harry Potter III. We also smoked a hell of a lot of cigarettes.&lt;br /&gt;The day after Chantal and I did the groceries again and we made dinner again and then I went home. Last night I slept for like 12 hours after I talked to Leonie on the phone for a few hours. I guess I really needed some sleep, cuz I woke up at 3.15 pm.&lt;br /&gt;Today I chilled. ;) Tomorrow, I'm gonna go see my granny again and maybe going to the movies later (HP5). On Friday I'm gonna go to Monique's and Chantal and Simon will be there as well, on Saturday Denise and Jacky will be there and on Wednesday I'm gonna go to Amsterdam with Jeroen, and on Thursday Chantal organised a pineapple party ;) and Saturday the 28th I'm gonna go to Ball Du Masque, and after that Leonie is back soon. :) Yay! Party all the time!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://brick71.hyves.org/85550001-85600000/85572601-85572700/85572677_5_ovw1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://brick71.hyves.org/85550001-85600000/85572601-85572700/85572677_5_ovw1.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4395278724475850048-1860731512872605149?l=nikisixx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikisixx.blogspot.com/feeds/1860731512872605149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4395278724475850048&amp;postID=1860731512872605149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395278724475850048/posts/default/1860731512872605149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395278724475850048/posts/default/1860731512872605149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikisixx.blogspot.com/2007/07/party-all-time.html' title='Party all the time.'/><author><name>Niki Sixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00287667204942655450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://panther1.last.fm/avatar/d4a0d28336bd94022a7b57869f66756e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4395278724475850048.post-3818713560640962188</id><published>2007-07-11T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T15:55:59.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Fidelity</title><content type='html'>I'm doing okayish, been busy painting my old room (my sis' new room) and it's turning out quite posh actually. ;) Today, well err, yesterday (it's 0.45 am) was my mum's birthday. It just gently passed by. That's a good thing I think. I just realized today is Sharon's (Within Temptation) birthday.&lt;br /&gt;My sis and I have become addicted to Heroes! It's a great show, and very very addictive. Well, we're just the worst case TV series junkies, but still, it's an addictive show, I hear everyone talking 'bout it.&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to post this beautiful song lyric by Heather Nova:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;My Fidelity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Is it something ritual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm caught in, can't break the spell?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Is it moving in my body&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Is it biological?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I gotta hand it to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You've got one heart ten times divided.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Did you cut yourself in pieces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; To get them all inside?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You dream about her, can't you see?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; She's only shining bright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 'cause she's so out of reach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You dream about the seven seas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; While I'm staying home each night,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Making love to my fidelity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm rocking in my bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I can't talk can't think can't sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And nothing's jumping fences,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I only count what I cannot keep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I lick my wounds,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I chase my instinct like a cat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I don't know how I got so good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Or why my heart's a trap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Why I love you, why I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Why I love you I don't know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Why I love you, why I love you, why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Taking sides with my enemy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Making love to my fidelity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm landlocked, stuck in here,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I don't want to take my freedom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I can't change what makes me high&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And I can't change what I believe in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm not pleasing no guru,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm not out to look for Jesus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm not afraid to break the rules&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It's just, one love keeps me breathing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Why I love you, why I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Why I love you, I don't know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Why I love you, why I love you, why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Taking sides with my enemy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Making love to my fidelity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, dejavu and having a dejavu 'bout having a dejavu!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4395278724475850048-3818713560640962188?l=nikisixx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikisixx.blogspot.com/feeds/3818713560640962188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4395278724475850048&amp;postID=3818713560640962188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395278724475850048/posts/default/3818713560640962188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395278724475850048/posts/default/3818713560640962188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikisixx.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-fidelity.html' title='My Fidelity'/><author><name>Niki Sixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00287667204942655450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://panther1.last.fm/avatar/d4a0d28336bd94022a7b57869f66756e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4395278724475850048.post-8049099455486568736</id><published>2007-07-07T03:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T03:36:19.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Show me the way to the next whiskey bar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.davevanhout.nl/RIDERSONTHESTORMEFFENAAR/72DPIDSC_4610kopieA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.davevanhout.nl/RIDERSONTHESTORMEFFENAAR/72DPIDSC_4610kopieA.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last Monday, Chantal and I went to Riders On The Storm (The Doors) in de Effenaar in Eindhoven. It was fucking amazing!!! We were on the second row, we had whiskey, we had pot, we had poppers and we were fucking tripping! But that was also because of the music, because it was one of the best concerts I've ever seen and I felt like a fucking hippie! I'm still not sure if sometimes I liked the music better than the lights on the discoball. ;)&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards we went home, but we didn't wanna go to sleep yet, cuz we still had some whiskey and a joint, so we started playing Triviant and getting stoned. It was one of the best nights I had in while, I laughed my fucking ass off. Pico Chico is the new word for cool. And did you know that Spice Girl Emma loves dough nuts and leather bras?&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm looking forward to the Sziget Festival, cuz there's gonna be a The Doors cover band. Too bad we can't bring pot and poppers. But there sure as hell will be whiskey!&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.davevanhout.nl/RIDERSONTHESTORMEFFENAAR/index.html"&gt;More pics of ROTS, click here&lt;/a&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had some okayish nights after that with Malou, and Mayo and the rest of the gang. Malou is in love and now she's very annoying. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Annebel called me (she's a social worker @ Leonie's place), and she said that they found a place for us! I don't know if we can afford it yet, but if we can I think we'll take it! It's not very close to the center of The Hague, but it has four rooms! On Monday I'll hear if we can afford it. I'M SO EXCITED!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4395278724475850048-8049099455486568736?l=nikisixx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikisixx.blogspot.com/feeds/8049099455486568736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4395278724475850048&amp;postID=8049099455486568736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395278724475850048/posts/default/8049099455486568736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395278724475850048/posts/default/8049099455486568736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikisixx.blogspot.com/2007/07/show-me-way-to-next-whiskey-bar.html' title='Show me the way to the next whiskey bar...'/><author><name>Niki Sixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00287667204942655450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://panther1.last.fm/avatar/d4a0d28336bd94022a7b57869f66756e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4395278724475850048.post-7754696378827406470</id><published>2007-06-29T06:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T07:09:20.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy days</title><content type='html'>So I've been going out a lot the past week and now I'm freakin' tired and bored. This is such a small town, everyone knows everyone and everything. Annoying! And seeing the same people every day in the same cafe every day is starting to get old. I'm so glad I'm gonna move to the Hague! Malou, Emily and I were supposed to go to the Asgard (rock pub) tonight, but I barely slept because I had to take care of my sister last night, she was drunk as hell and I had to help her, cuz she was puking everywhere and it was horrible. And this morning around 7, the buildfuckers (hehe the construction workers) starting building next to my house and that sucked a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Too bad I can't go tonight, Emily and Malou are so freakin' funny. Emily and I get along very well, she's such a cool chick! She studied in Scotland for a year and her mother is British, and Emily has that very funny humor thing going for her. I can stand the two of them for 5 weeks I guess. ;-) They're not boring at all!&lt;br /&gt; I'm really looking forward to this weekend though. I'm gonna go to the Metropolis festival with Chantal, Jacky and some guy. It's gonna be fun though! And Monday tadaaaa RIDERS ON THE STORM! It's gonna be awesome to see actual members of The Doors on stage!&lt;br /&gt;It kinda sucks that I was supposed to meet Leonie on MSN, but she just left when I went online. :( The media room had to close early and now I'm not gonna talk to her until Tuesday or Wednesday I guess.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna drink very much in the next week I think. I can't keep up with Malou! She's hardcore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4395278724475850048-7754696378827406470?l=nikisixx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikisixx.blogspot.com/feeds/7754696378827406470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4395278724475850048&amp;postID=7754696378827406470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395278724475850048/posts/default/7754696378827406470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395278724475850048/posts/default/7754696378827406470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikisixx.blogspot.com/2007/06/rainy-days.html' title='Rainy days'/><author><name>Niki Sixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00287667204942655450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://panther1.last.fm/avatar/d4a0d28336bd94022a7b57869f66756e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4395278724475850048.post-761949278376008222</id><published>2007-06-25T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T08:44:54.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A bit of whining from me.</title><content type='html'>I'm just a big whiner right now. My girlfriend is in Ireland to take a summer course since a few days and she won't be back for another 5 weeks and it sucks. Hard, hard, very hard. I was very busy the last few days, partying with friends all over the country and it has been great fun, but now I'm exhausted and I needed a day for myself. So I decided to take a day off (from partying) and now everything just sucks harder and harder. I miss her and I need to talk to her, so we talked on the phone. And every time we do that I just feel worse. Hearing her voice, hearing she has a great time (without me), it sucks. I don't trust people very much, I feel like she left me, although I know she didn't. I feel like she's gonna cheat on me, although I know she would never do that...&lt;br /&gt;But not calling her, not hearing her voice, might be even worse. I hate the fact that I need her so much to function and be happy. This just sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4395278724475850048-761949278376008222?l=nikisixx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikisixx.blogspot.com/feeds/761949278376008222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4395278724475850048&amp;postID=761949278376008222' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395278724475850048/posts/default/761949278376008222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395278724475850048/posts/default/761949278376008222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikisixx.blogspot.com/2007/06/bit-of-whining-from-me.html' title='A bit of whining from me.'/><author><name>Niki Sixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00287667204942655450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://panther1.last.fm/avatar/d4a0d28336bd94022a7b57869f66756e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4395278724475850048.post-7265904533027262522</id><published>2007-06-14T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T07:27:07.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm doomed.</title><content type='html'>She's coming to the M'era Luna Festival as well. And I'm on the freakin' Sziget Festival. :(&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, I wanna go, but I also wanna see Emilie live!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4395278724475850048-7265904533027262522?l=nikisixx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikisixx.blogspot.com/feeds/7265904533027262522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4395278724475850048&amp;postID=7265904533027262522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395278724475850048/posts/default/7265904533027262522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395278724475850048/posts/default/7265904533027262522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikisixx.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-doomed.html' title='I&apos;m doomed.'/><author><name>Niki Sixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00287667204942655450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://panther1.last.fm/avatar/d4a0d28336bd94022a7b57869f66756e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4395278724475850048.post-8318024877612627403</id><published>2007-06-13T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T08:13:37.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fucking sadness!</title><content type='html'>I'm freakin' sad, because Emilie Autumn is coming to the Netherlands and when she's here I'm on a freakin' festival in Hungary!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:( *cries* It really makes me sad! I wanna see her live so badly!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4395278724475850048-8318024877612627403?l=nikisixx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikisixx.blogspot.com/feeds/8318024877612627403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4395278724475850048&amp;postID=8318024877612627403' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395278724475850048/posts/default/8318024877612627403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395278724475850048/posts/default/8318024877612627403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikisixx.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-freakin-sad-because-emilie-autumn-is.html' title='Fucking sadness!'/><author><name>Niki Sixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00287667204942655450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://panther1.last.fm/avatar/d4a0d28336bd94022a7b57869f66756e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4395278724475850048.post-8478680222829346541</id><published>2007-06-05T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T05:07:38.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My current obsession: Emilie Autumn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://myspace-853.vo.llnwd.net/00509/35/83/509833853_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://myspace-853.vo.llnwd.net/00509/35/83/509833853_l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So my new current obsession is called Emilie Autumn. She's not only incredibly hot, she dresses way cooler than anyone I know and she's a great singer &amp; poet and she plays the violin very well! (Check out this hot picture on the right! --&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;I have this thing for people who are simply geniusses. Women who already played an instrument masterfully when they were only 4 years old. For example &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Tori Amos&lt;/span&gt; on the piano. She started playing at age 3 and at age 5 she could play any song on the piano after hearing it only once. She started at music school at age 5 and got kicked out at age 11 for playing too much rock and roll and because she started composing her own music.  At age 13 she started playing in bars!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Emilie Autumn&lt;/span&gt; is brilliant like that, she was only 4 years old when she asked her parents if she could have a violin. When she was 15, she went to music school, but she got kicked out, because the teachers didn't agree with her ways.&lt;br /&gt;She combines classical (and electric) violin music with fantasy and industrial/electro, creating a whole new genre: Violindustrial!&lt;br /&gt;Check out &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.emilieautumn.com"&gt;her website&lt;/a&gt; and order some CDs! (Opheliac is my current favorite.) This woman is brilliant! I wanna see her live in concert so badly! And I wanna join her gang and possibly hang out at her place. ;-) Chicago, here I come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4395278724475850048-8478680222829346541?l=nikisixx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikisixx.blogspot.com/feeds/8478680222829346541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4395278724475850048&amp;postID=8478680222829346541' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395278724475850048/posts/default/8478680222829346541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395278724475850048/posts/default/8478680222829346541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikisixx.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-current-obsession-emilie-autumn.html' title='My current obsession: Emilie Autumn'/><author><name>Niki Sixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00287667204942655450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://panther1.last.fm/avatar/d4a0d28336bd94022a7b57869f66756e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4395278724475850048.post-6013492728473371431</id><published>2007-06-05T05:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T08:53:21.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tori Amos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fileunder.nl/archives/images/2007/06/tori_amos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.fileunder.nl/archives/images/2007/06/tori_amos.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oeee my first post! Ok, the first thing I wanna talk about is last sunday. I went to a Tori Amos concert for the second time, and it was great! AGAIN! There were only two things I didn't like about it: no. 1. I was standing at the first(!) row, but she had a new piano and the edge was a bit too high, so most of the time I couldn't see her face and had to stare at her (glittering) crotch. no. 2.  Outside the Heineken Music Hall there were a lot of fans who seemed very calm and nice. When the doors opened they turned into evil monsters! I've been hit a couple of times, and got pushed around a lot. Luckely I can be a fast sprinter and someone opened another door which wasn't supposed to be open yet and we were at the first row for a while before the other people even got to enter the concert hall. Those people were really mean, I barely got to move my feet and everyone was pushing. I had every right to stand there, cuz we had been in front of the HMH since 2 PM!&lt;br /&gt;The support act was great by the way! A guy with a violin and a guy with a stand up bass and a guy who played the drums.&lt;br /&gt;Tori came in a bit too late, but that was totally okay, since she was supposed to stop playing at 10.45 PM but she stopped at 11.30 PM!&lt;br /&gt;She first appeared as Pip! Which was great, cuz she's my favorite Posse member! Before she appeared on the stage a lot of fans were yelling PIP PIP PIP!&lt;br /&gt;She was so hot in her rubber pants, drooling all over her mike. She's totally Tori's dark and, especially her, sexual side! The intro was Teenage Hustling, followed by my favorite Tori song: Bliss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The playlist:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Act I – Pip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Tori Amos – Teenage Hustling" href="http://www.last.fm/music/Tori+Amos/_/Teenage+Hustling" class="bbcode_track"&gt;Teenage Hustling&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Tori Amos – Bliss" href="http://www.last.fm/music/Tori+Amos/_/Bliss" class="bbcode_track"&gt;Bliss&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Tori Amos – Fat Slut" href="http://www.last.fm/music/Tori+Amos/_/Fat+Slut" class="bbcode_track"&gt;Fat Slut&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Tori Amos – Smokey Joe" href="http://www.last.fm/music/Tori+Amos/_/Smokey+Joe" class="bbcode_track"&gt;Smokey Joe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Tori Amos – Body &amp; Soul" href="http://www.last.fm/music/Tori+Amos/_/Body%2B%2526%2BSoul" class="bbcode_track"&gt;Body &amp;amp; Soul&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interlude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Tori Amos – Professional Widow (remix)" href="http://www.last.fm/music/Tori+Amos/_/Professional+Widow+%28remix%29" class="bbcode_track"&gt;Professional Widow (remix)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Act II – Tori&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Tori Amos – Big Wheel" href="http://www.last.fm/music/Tori+Amos/_/Big+Wheel" class="bbcode_track"&gt;Big Wheel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="inlineFlash"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=7,0,0,0" id="inlinePlayer" allownetworking="internal" height="13" width="13"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="sameDomain"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="resourceID=1067835"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://panther1.last.fm/webclient/inline/1/inlinePlayer.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" 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Dutchman&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winter&lt;br /&gt;Band Returns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Tori Amos – Father’s Son" href="http://www.last.fm/music/Tori+Amos/_/Father%E2%80%99s+Son" class="bbcode_track"&gt;Father’s Son&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="inlineFlash"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=7,0,0,0" id="inlinePlayer" allownetworking="internal" height="13" width="13"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="sameDomain"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="resourceID=1013579"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://panther1.last.fm/webclient/inline/1/inlinePlayer.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://panther1.last.fm/webclient/inline/1/inlinePlayer.swf" quality="high" flashvars="resourceID=1013579" 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Very cool! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;After Body and Soul she&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; went away and the band played Professional Widdow, and she returned as... Tori herself! She&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; started to play Big Wheel and she looked so happy in her glittering pink catsuit! After a few&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.hereinmyhead.com/gallery/albums/tour/adp/20070603_amsterdam/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.hereinmyhead.com/gallery/albums/tour/adp/20070603_amsterdam/11.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; songs she improvised this really cool song about drinking Heineken while playing piano and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; falling off her stool and about her piano who just stopped smoking and now she had to wear patches although it looked really sexy on her. God I loved that song! It really amazed me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It was a really amazing playlist. I promised a friend of mine I would only cry during Tear In&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Your Hand (last time seeing Tori, I cried during the whole concert, I'm such a wuss!) and I cried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; a single tear during that song! (Although Winter also brought tears to my eyes, but they didn't really came out of my eyes.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I also loved the lighting, with all the little stars! Wow it was amaaaazing! Too bad we didn't get to  talk to her afterwards, but it was way too crowded anyway and we had to catch our train. A boy Leonie knows did get Tori to sign her tourbook!&lt;br /&gt;I also loved the fact that Leonie was totally overwhelmed by Tori playing live! It was one of the best nights I had in a while... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm totally going again next time! I'll post pics as soon as I find them! 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