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/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Libya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Syria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Vietnam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Uzbekistan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nepal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Saudi Arabia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Iran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;China&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Myanmar/Burma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cuba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Turkmenistan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;North Korea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rsf.org/"&gt;Read more about it&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br 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arial;"&gt;- wait time 3-10 days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;- request for broadband (4-20 days)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i'll be back online soon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;cheerios!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15256591-4325767739547911874?l=the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/feeds/4325767739547911874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15256591&amp;postID=4325767739547911874&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-family: arial;"&gt;* not concentrated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;* restless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;at least it's not that hot.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15256591-112127023023563890?l=the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/feeds/112127023023563890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15256591&amp;postID=112127023023563890&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256591/posts/default/112127023023563890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256591/posts/default/112127023023563890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/2007/06/problems.html' title='problems'/><author><name>Kid On High Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939999826500763706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l279/tsav_999/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15256591.post-6148909871223943959</id><published>2007-04-08T12:54:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T12:58:49.100+03:00</updated><title type='text'>live your Greece in myth..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are we the most anarchic people of the planet, or just being schizophrenic?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;We have invented ostracism to get rid of the nerds and Comedy so we can make fun under the name of Art. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;We have the most deadly accidents on the streets, but still one of the highest living expectancy in the world, although we drink, smoke and stay up late like there’s no tomorrow. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;We’re always fighting each other, but the moments some foreigner underestimates our superiority, we unite to tear them into pieces.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;We’re able of living in front of the TV, and declare at the same time that we believe on nothing we watch.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;We have signed the most beautiful buildings in the world, yet we chose to live in the ugliest ones.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;We discovered brain storming far before the modern times’ managers, and we named it Philosophy. Then we invented frappe with milk and be proud about it ever since.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;We have more heroes, but also more traitors than any other nation.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;When we win something, the opponents worship us, but when we lose we still are “the best in our hearts”.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;We’re ready to believe that the first habitants of planet Mars were Greeks.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;We acknowledge no state authority, but when things go wrong we always say “where is the state?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;We believe in Orthodoxy but yet swear on anything divine.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;We live like Americans, but still be one of the most anti-American countries in the world.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" face="verdana" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;We can live anything, for example the Eurovision Song Contest, with fierce fanaticism, like our whole existence depends on it, but still be the first to make a macabre joke right after a tragic event.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;After all these, is it still a coincidence we haven’t decided yet if we should be called &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Greece&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; or &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Hellas&lt;/st1:place&gt;?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&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/15256591-6148909871223943959?l=the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/feeds/6148909871223943959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15256591&amp;postID=6148909871223943959&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256591/posts/default/6148909871223943959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256591/posts/default/6148909871223943959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/2007/04/live-your-greece-in-myth.html' title='live your Greece in myth..'/><author><name>Kid On High Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939999826500763706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l279/tsav_999/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15256591.post-1183093688515581925</id><published>2007-02-24T01:10:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T01:30:52.773+02:00</updated><title type='text'>this world is watching me</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034875062231480578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3H37_JpEcRI/Rd94MXTHuQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/F-IHqegHJLY/s320/ph-10427.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want more than you can give&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm so cold with every kiss&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can cope with a love like this&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I let go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I cling&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To a love I'll never see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Give me faith &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It feels like I just don't burn the dark &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I steal for love &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nothing ever comes for free&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This world is watching me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It drains the blood from me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It pains my skin so deep&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now all thats left is all i need &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;This world is watching me..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;[i'll be back]&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/15256591-1183093688515581925?l=the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/feeds/1183093688515581925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15256591&amp;postID=1183093688515581925&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256591/posts/default/1183093688515581925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256591/posts/default/1183093688515581925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/2007/02/this-world-is-watching-me.html' title='this world is watching me'/><author><name>Kid On High Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939999826500763706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l279/tsav_999/avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3H37_JpEcRI/Rd94MXTHuQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/F-IHqegHJLY/s72-c/ph-10427.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15256591.post-7653876731894617929</id><published>2007-01-02T12:22:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T12:37:35.432+02:00</updated><title type='text'>not another Happy New Year post..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'm sick. Four days in a row now, I watch the world in tv between chicken soup meals, hot tea with honey and tens of pills. My big question is, why can't I get just a little sick? Why every time do I have to be "almost-dieing" sick? I always miss the best things like that. Actually, I can't remember a Christmas vacation where I haven't been sick at all. My cousin is sick too, some friends too, but why should this make me feel better? Anyway, I'm feeling a little better today, I can even get off bed, but far from starting partying like I would. Maybe tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, Happy New Year, and something irrelevant.. Well done U.S. Now you've made enemies with 1/3 of this world. No comments..&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/15256591-7653876731894617929?l=the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/feeds/7653876731894617929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15256591&amp;postID=7653876731894617929&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256591/posts/default/7653876731894617929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256591/posts/default/7653876731894617929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/2007/01/not-another-happy-new-year-post.html' title='not another Happy New Year post..'/><author><name>Kid On High Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939999826500763706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l279/tsav_999/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15256591.post-1749001311583477560</id><published>2006-12-28T12:35:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T12:51:26.199+02:00</updated><title type='text'>to be a rock and not to roll</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So, what's up these last days? Is this band gonna perform again? Hopefully on New Year's Eve. It all depends on today's band practice in the studio. Who cares if we're not ready yet. I keep explaining to the guys.. it's all 2 days of practice and some alcohol before the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3H37_JpEcRI/RZOfzwNNhII/AAAAAAAAAAM/6lEIhoWDnmk/s1600-h/Drums.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3H37_JpEcRI/RZOfzwNNhII/AAAAAAAAAAM/6lEIhoWDnmk/s400/Drums.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013526521655952514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; try being a rock 'n roll god..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&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/15256591-1749001311583477560?l=the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/feeds/1749001311583477560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15256591&amp;postID=1749001311583477560&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256591/posts/default/1749001311583477560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256591/posts/default/1749001311583477560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/2006/12/kids-going-live.html' title='to be a rock and not to roll'/><author><name>Kid On High Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939999826500763706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l279/tsav_999/avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3H37_JpEcRI/RZOfzwNNhII/AAAAAAAAAAM/6lEIhoWDnmk/s72-c/Drums.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15256591.post-116699300285729565</id><published>2006-12-24T22:30:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T22:43:22.870+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Yeap, it's Christmas again!! One of the best time of the year for a lot of people, as well as for me too. What Christmas means to me is 2 weeks of winter vacation, spent in my hometown with family and friends.. not bad for the last couple of months' routine of school. Not bad at all.&lt;br /&gt;For the last few days I enjoy simple things like eating good food and meeting with friends after a long time.. some partying too also at nights. Last Christmas I was a bit confused with myself, had just come back to Greece from a great Erasmus experience in Finland and just couldn't stop thinking about that.. and now, a year later, things seem smooth and easier.. which is good I guess. So what's really going on with the new years plans? Well, I have to study (again), this time for good. I have to pass 7 courses in the next months' exams so I can do my practice (and get closer to my degree). Hopefully, next summer I graduate and then life changes completely. I don't know yet if I'm gonna study some more, perhaps abroad, do something completely different or go to the army (it's a must-do for men in Greece), but it's too early to think about it yet. Other things come first and this time I'm gonna make it the right way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, Merry Christmas and a happy new year!!&lt;br /&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/15256591-116699300285729565?l=the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/feeds/116699300285729565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15256591&amp;postID=116699300285729565&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256591/posts/default/116699300285729565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256591/posts/default/116699300285729565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/2006/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!!!'/><author><name>Kid On High Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939999826500763706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l279/tsav_999/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15256591.post-116388023448273944</id><published>2006-11-18T21:55:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T22:03:54.496+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Me / You. What's the difference?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Man is essentially alone, that even his &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; is a stranger, a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial;"&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; to his consiousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I am capable of everything and I just don't know it! Magical life is!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;How can I say that I know someone since I don't even know myself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Just lies to make us feel better. Lies, the truth for ourselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;What a big joke!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Don't take anything for granted. It's not!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15256591-116388023448273944?l=the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/feeds/116388023448273944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15256591&amp;postID=116388023448273944&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256591/posts/default/116388023448273944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256591/posts/default/116388023448273944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/2006/11/me-you-whats-difference.html' title='Me / You. What&apos;s the difference?'/><author><name>Kid On High Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939999826500763706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l279/tsav_999/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15256591.post-116370796546015929</id><published>2006-11-16T22:06:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T22:12:45.473+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Pathology of a mystery..</title><content type='html'>... working on it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15256591-116370796546015929?l=the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/feeds/116370796546015929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15256591&amp;postID=116370796546015929&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256591/posts/default/116370796546015929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256591/posts/default/116370796546015929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/2006/11/pathology-of-mystery.html' title='Pathology of a mystery..'/><author><name>Kid On High Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939999826500763706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l279/tsav_999/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15256591.post-116180634311997324</id><published>2006-10-25T22:57:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T22:59:03.136+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Goodbye</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; This is our last goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; I hate to feel the love between us die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; But it's over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Just hear this and then I'll go:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"You gave me more to live for,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; More than you'll ever know.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Well, this is our last embrace,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Must I dream and always see your face?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Why can't we overcome this wall?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Baby, maybe it's just because I didn't know you at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Kiss me, please kiss me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; But kiss me out of desire, babe, and not consolation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Oh, you know it makes me so angry 'cause I know that in time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; I'll only make you cry, this is our last goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Did you say, "No, this can't happen to me"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; And did you rush to the phone to call?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Was there a voice unkind in the back of your mind saying, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; "Maybe, you didn't know him at all,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; you didn't know him at all,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; oh, you didn't know"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Well, the bells out in the church tower chime,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Burning clues into this heart of mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Thinking so hard on her soft eyes, and the memories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Offer signs that it's over, it's over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/15256591-116180634311997324?l=the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/feeds/116180634311997324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15256591&amp;postID=116180634311997324&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256591/posts/default/116180634311997324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256591/posts/default/116180634311997324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/2006/10/last-goodbye.html' title='Last Goodbye'/><author><name>Kid On High Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939999826500763706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l279/tsav_999/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15256591.post-116159970201270417</id><published>2006-10-23T13:27:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T13:35:02.036+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Black Sabbath wrote this 30 or so years ago.. by the way, it's an optimistic song, despite the lyrics! Just consider what "change" is to you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I feel unhappy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I feel so sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I lost the best friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;That I ever had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;She was my woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I loved her so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;But it's too late now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I've let her go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;I'm going through changes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;We shared the eve's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;We shared each day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;In love together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;We found a way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;But soon the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Had its evil way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;My heart was blinded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Love went astray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;I'm going through changes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It took so long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;To realize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;That I can still hear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Her last goodbyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Now all my days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Are filled with tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Wish I could go back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And change these years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;I'm going through changes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see things in life and you're bit surprise by what you see.&lt;br /&gt;  Life, your whole life, is changes!&lt;br /&gt;  You go through changes in your life.. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(did I mention that before?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  One second you've got it made, next second you're down in the dumps!&lt;br /&gt;  And it goes back and forth, throughout your whole life!&lt;br /&gt;  One second you've got the most beautiful girl in the world, next second you don't even have a girlfriend no more..&lt;br /&gt;  And it goes back and forth, and back and forth, you know..&lt;br /&gt;  And this is life man, it's changes!&lt;br /&gt;  This is what you gotta go through throughout your whole lifetime!&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/15256591-116159970201270417?l=the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/feeds/116159970201270417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15256591&amp;postID=116159970201270417&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256591/posts/default/116159970201270417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256591/posts/default/116159970201270417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/2006/10/changes.html' title='Changes'/><author><name>Kid On High Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939999826500763706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l279/tsav_999/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15256591.post-116153280709188849</id><published>2006-10-22T18:43:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T19:04:44.506+03:00</updated><title type='text'>White Shadows..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6863/1406/1600/3d019900.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6863/1406/400/3d019900.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div face="arial" style="text-align: left; font-family: verdana;"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-family: arial;"&gt; When I was a young boy I tried to listen&lt;br /&gt; And I wanna feel like that&lt;br /&gt; Little white shadows&lt;br /&gt; blink and miss them&lt;br /&gt; Part of a system, I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; If you ever feel like something's missing&lt;br /&gt; Things you'll never understand&lt;br /&gt; Little white shadows&lt;br /&gt; Sparkle and glisten&lt;br /&gt; Part of a system again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; All this noise, I'm waking up&lt;br /&gt; All this space, I'm taking up&lt;br /&gt; All this sound is breaking up&lt;br /&gt; Ohhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Maybe you'll get what you wanted&lt;br /&gt; maybe you'll stumbled upon it&lt;br /&gt; Everything you ever wanted&lt;br /&gt; In a permanent state&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Maybe you'll know when you see it&lt;br /&gt; Maybe if you say it, you'll mean it&lt;br /&gt; And when you find it you'll keep it&lt;br /&gt; In a permanent state, a permanent state&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; When I was a young boy I tried to listen&lt;br /&gt; Don't you wanna feel like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You're part of the human race&lt;br /&gt; All of the stars and the outer space&lt;br /&gt; Part of the system again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; All this noise, I'm waking up&lt;br /&gt; All this space I'm taking up&lt;br /&gt; I cannot hear, you're breaking up&lt;br /&gt; Whooaaaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Maybe you'll get what you wanted&lt;br /&gt; Maybe you'll stumble upon it&lt;br /&gt; Everything you ever wanted&lt;br /&gt; In a permanent state&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Maybe you'll know when you see it&lt;br /&gt; Maybe if you say it, you'll mean it&lt;br /&gt; And when you find it you'll keep it&lt;br /&gt; In a permanent state, a permanent state&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Swim out on a sea of faces&lt;br /&gt; Tide of the human races&lt;br /&gt; Oh, an answer now is what I need...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; See it in a new sun rising&lt;br /&gt; See it break on your horizon&lt;br /&gt; Oh, come on love, stay with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&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/15256591-116153280709188849?l=the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/feeds/116153280709188849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15256591&amp;postID=116153280709188849&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256591/posts/default/116153280709188849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256591/posts/default/116153280709188849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/2006/10/white-shadows.html' title='White Shadows..'/><author><name>Kid On High Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939999826500763706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l279/tsav_999/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15256591.post-116094388506508395</id><published>2006-10-15T23:21:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T23:24:45.080+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Next Door Terrorist!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6863/1406/1600/kostaslookalike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6863/1406/400/kostaslookalike.jpg" 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/15256591-116094388506508395?l=the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/feeds/116094388506508395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15256591&amp;postID=116094388506508395&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256591/posts/default/116094388506508395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256591/posts/default/116094388506508395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/2006/10/next-door-terrorist.html' title='Next Door Terrorist!!'/><author><name>Kid On High Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939999826500763706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l279/tsav_999/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15256591.post-116083096619865189</id><published>2006-10-14T15:35:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T16:02:46.210+03:00</updated><title type='text'>What's going on?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;A lot! At first, I have to apologise to the thousands of this blog fans for not updating.. Sorry folks.. shit happen.. Well anyway, for the past two months I've been stressful and busy taking exams at school and it actually didn't go as bad as it could.. Eight out of twelve classes is pretty good I guess, considering I haven't really been &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in &lt;/span&gt;school for a couple of years.. The hardest part was not the studying itself, but just concentrating on it.. once I got started with it, everything went pretty smooth and fast.. I actually thought it was still September or something, didn't realize it's been two months! I also had a chance to learn a few interesting things on pathophysiology and clinical chemistry (along with tons of useless details of course), met people at school I haven't seen for quite a long.. it was almost nice, if you forget about the actual exams.. anyway, enough with it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently in Ptolemaida (my hometown) since last night, came to see the family, as well as  to vote for the local elections tomorrow.. then I'm back in Thessaloniki again. Last afternoon, on the bus from Thessaloniki, I decided to go on a 72hour detox program I made for myself. That means, no smoking, no drinking, eating healthy food and sleeping enough, since last week has been a bit crazy, concearning this things.. I don't know if I make it, but it doesn't seem &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;hard. It's been almost 20 hours so far and I'm still on it.. By the way, I realised that drinking coffee without smoking really sucks.. it's not worth it at all.. Can't realize how non-smokers enjoy coffee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/15256591-116083096619865189?l=the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/feeds/116083096619865189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15256591&amp;postID=116083096619865189&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256591/posts/default/116083096619865189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256591/posts/default/116083096619865189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/2006/10/whats-going-on.html' title='What&apos;s going on?'/><author><name>Kid On High Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939999826500763706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l279/tsav_999/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15256591.post-115781040770610883</id><published>2006-09-09T16:40:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T17:10:03.343+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.. not much to say.. studying in the mornings, afternoons, evenings and this all over again. Well maybe not when it's exam day.. but still, studying and studying and getting my brain filled with knowledge.. by the way, I don't think all these are necessary to know, but then again, who am I to judge. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The problem is that I got used to a routine the past few months with no studying or going to school a lot and now it all feels strange.. being a normal student I mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I just need to get over this month and relax again.. and I'm talking simple things, going for coffee, meet friends, cook instead of eating junk delivery crap, staying up late at night doing nothing.. It's all gone now, but then again, how long can a month be?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To all of you wannabe students, keep up the good work. It'll pay-off someday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15256591-115781040770610883?l=the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/feeds/115781040770610883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15256591&amp;postID=115781040770610883&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256591/posts/default/115781040770610883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256591/posts/default/115781040770610883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/2006/09/exams.html' title='Exams..'/><author><name>Kid On High Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939999826500763706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l279/tsav_999/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15256591.post-115504324988076660</id><published>2006-08-08T16:16:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T16:20:49.896+03:00</updated><title type='text'>back to base..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;..or should I say "back to business"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vacation is officialy over which means no more partying-partying.. It's been great though.. What really bothers me now is that I have to put my a$$ down to work and study, since the exams start in a couple of weeks.. It's gonna be a really hot (tough) Augoust, September and maybe October (hopefully not).&lt;br /&gt;But I'm gonna be here, so stay tuned for some updated non-senses in this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To you out there, having a great time..enjoy!&lt;br /&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/15256591-115504324988076660?l=the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/feeds/115504324988076660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15256591&amp;postID=115504324988076660&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256591/posts/default/115504324988076660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256591/posts/default/115504324988076660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/2006/08/back-to-base.html' title='back to base..'/><author><name>Kid On High Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939999826500763706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l279/tsav_999/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15256591.post-115283033744299850</id><published>2006-07-14T01:36:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T01:38:57.453+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone told sometime..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;* Work like you don't need the money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;* Love like you've never been hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;* Dance like nobody's watching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;* Sing like nobody's listening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;* Live like paradise is on earth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15256591-115283033744299850?l=the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/feeds/115283033744299850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15256591&amp;postID=115283033744299850&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256591/posts/default/115283033744299850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256591/posts/default/115283033744299850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/2006/07/someone-told-sometime.html' title='Someone told sometime..'/><author><name>Kid On High Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939999826500763706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l279/tsav_999/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15256591.post-115271236754402187</id><published>2006-07-12T16:46:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T16:52:47.566+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Apoptygma Berzerk - Unicorn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You hold the candle I once lit&lt;br /&gt; You shine your light&lt;br /&gt; When you forgive I cry&lt;br /&gt; You run your fingers through my hair&lt;br /&gt; And tell me it´s worthwhile, it´s all worthwhile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Even when I hate myself&lt;br /&gt; Even when I feel your pain&lt;br /&gt; when you cry&lt;br /&gt; Even when my heart is cold&lt;br /&gt; You assure me it´s worthwhile, it´s all worthwhile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You see what can´t be seen&lt;br /&gt; You repair the damage done to me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/15256591-115271236754402187?l=the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/feeds/115271236754402187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15256591&amp;postID=115271236754402187&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256591/posts/default/115271236754402187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256591/posts/default/115271236754402187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/2006/07/apoptygma-berzerk-unicorn.html' title='Apoptygma Berzerk - Unicorn'/><author><name>Kid On High Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939999826500763706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l279/tsav_999/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15256591.post-115195523560848289</id><published>2006-07-03T22:30:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T22:33:55.663+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15256591-115195523560848289?l=the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/feeds/115195523560848289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15256591&amp;postID=115195523560848289&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256591/posts/default/115195523560848289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256591/posts/default/115195523560848289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/2006/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Kid On High Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939999826500763706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l279/tsav_999/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15256591.post-115170130155183784</id><published>2006-06-30T23:53:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T00:01:41.570+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cluttered [III]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;One week in Halkidiki with my special one was like an oasis in this hot summer. I'm currently in Ptolemaida, working at a lab in the mornings and working at home or studying in the evenings. Still don't know anything certain about the school exams, so I have to be ready for it any moment. This really sucks but at least I'm not the only one in that situation. As for work, it's more like practice(=fun).. the worst thing about it is the early morning wake-up. I have to be there at 8 which is kinda hard for me to do. In the meanwhile I can't stop thinking about coctails under an umbrella on a beach, reggae music and night swiming..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Sweet dreams!&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/15256591-115170130155183784?l=the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/feeds/115170130155183784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15256591&amp;postID=115170130155183784&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256591/posts/default/115170130155183784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256591/posts/default/115170130155183784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/2006/06/cluttered-iii.html' title='Cluttered [III]'/><author><name>Kid On High Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939999826500763706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l279/tsav_999/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15256591.post-115056667364648147</id><published>2006-06-17T20:42:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T20:51:13.663+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing to blog..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;so I just type random words...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;heatwave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;freak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;quit smoking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;studying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;walking alone in the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;new music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;old music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;talk to someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;wake up early&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;silence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;enjoy the sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;be nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;change desktop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;house cleaning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;start smoking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;reading books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;tuning guitar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;video games&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;change hairstyle and going back to normal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;enjoy some beer now and then&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/15256591-115056667364648147?l=the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/feeds/115056667364648147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15256591&amp;postID=115056667364648147&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256591/posts/default/115056667364648147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256591/posts/default/115056667364648147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/2006/06/nothing-to-blog.html' title='Nothing to blog..'/><author><name>Kid On High Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939999826500763706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l279/tsav_999/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15256591.post-115031842023719306</id><published>2006-06-14T23:47:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T23:53:40.273+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cluttered [II]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Massive Attack were great!! Two hours I'll never forget! That was the only interesting thing last week, everything else's staying the same. Those fucking exams never begin and the worst is I don't even know when they will, if so.. Waiting for that just pushes every summer plan away. I should be on a beach or studying, but not waiting like this. This is sick. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15256591-115031842023719306?l=the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/feeds/115031842023719306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15256591&amp;postID=115031842023719306&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256591/posts/default/115031842023719306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256591/posts/default/115031842023719306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/2006/06/cluttered-ii.html' title='Cluttered [II]'/><author><name>Kid On High Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939999826500763706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l279/tsav_999/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15256591.post-114963057404322355</id><published>2006-06-07T00:26:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T01:05:14.163+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cluttered..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Location:&lt;/strong&gt; Aki's place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Temperature:&lt;/strong&gt; 24 degrees and going down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brain Mode:&lt;/strong&gt; net surfing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Music:&lt;/strong&gt; White Room - The White Room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;These days are dead days. Nothing to do at school, waiting if and when exams begin, when are they over. I hate to say so, but my summer plans depent on some other people's decisions. You wanna go on a strike? Fine, I support you. But let us all know what the fcuk is going on. I can't study either knowing that exams might be lost. So these days are a complete waste of time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Good news, Massive Attack have a gig in Thessaloniki on Thursday and I GOT A TICKET!! Liz Fraser's also appearing and I guess you all know what that means.. Breathtaking vocals in a unique lights show.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;You are my angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Come from way above&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;To bring me love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Her eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;She's on the dark side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Neutralize every man in sight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Love you, love you, love you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;You are my angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Come from way above&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Love you, love you, love you...&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/15256591-114963057404322355?l=the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/feeds/114963057404322355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15256591&amp;postID=114963057404322355&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256591/posts/default/114963057404322355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256591/posts/default/114963057404322355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/2006/06/cluttered.html' title='Cluttered..'/><author><name>Kid On High Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939999826500763706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l279/tsav_999/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15256591.post-114883307637713974</id><published>2006-05-28T19:14:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T19:26:40.740+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fitter, happier...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;..more productive, comfortable,not drinking too much, regular exercise at the gym(3 days a week),getting on better with your associate employee contemporaries,at ease,eating well (no more microwave dinners and saturated fats), a patient better driver,a safer car(baby smiling in back seat),sleeping well(no bad dreams), no paranoia, careful to all animals(never washing spiders down the plughole), keep in contact with old friends(enjoy a drink now and then), will frequently check credit at (moral) bank (hole in the wall), favors for favors,fond but not in love, charity standing orders, on Sundays ring road supermarket (no killing moths or putting boiling water on the ants),car wash (also on Sundays),no longer afraid of the dark or midday shadows nothing so ridiculously teenage and desperate,nothing so childish - at a better pace, slower and more calculated,no chance of escape,now self-employed, concerned (but powerless),an empowered and informed member of society(pragmatism not idealism),will not cry in public,less chance of illness,tires that grip in the wet (shot of baby strapped in back seat), a good memory, still cries at a good film, still kisses with saliva, no longer empty and frantic like a cat tied to a stick,that's driven into frozen winter shit (the ability to laugh at weakness), calm,fitter,healthier and more productive a pig in a cage on antibiotics.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15256591-114883307637713974?l=the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/feeds/114883307637713974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15256591&amp;postID=114883307637713974&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256591/posts/default/114883307637713974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256591/posts/default/114883307637713974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/2006/05/fitter-happier.html' title='Fitter, happier...'/><author><name>Kid On High Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939999826500763706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l279/tsav_999/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15256591.post-114803190572993784</id><published>2006-05-19T12:38:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T12:45:05.863+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Why should I feel guilty of fantasizing beaches, cool drinks under an umbrella with my special one? Maybe because I should be studying instead of hanging out and staying up late.. Can't help it though.. Summer is here and the few next weeks are gonna be hard to get through with exams..&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/15256591-114803190572993784?l=the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/feeds/114803190572993784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15256591&amp;postID=114803190572993784&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256591/posts/default/114803190572993784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256591/posts/default/114803190572993784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/2006/05/why-should-i-feel-guilty-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Kid On High Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939999826500763706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l279/tsav_999/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15256591.post-114742820786234039</id><published>2006-05-12T12:57:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T13:03:27.863+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you help me discover more music that I'll like?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Those questions often evolved into great conversations. Each friend told us their favorite artists and songs, explored the music we suggested, gave us feedback, and we in turn made new suggestions. Everybody started joking that we were now their personal DJs."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pandora.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pandora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; and never go searching over thousands of music files in your computer again. Just enter a song that you like and enjoy non-stop music feedback of the same kind of music..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Isn't it great?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;P.S. Currently listening to French Disco by Stereolab and similar songs..&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/15256591-114742820786234039?l=the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/feeds/114742820786234039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15256591&amp;postID=114742820786234039&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256591/posts/default/114742820786234039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256591/posts/default/114742820786234039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/2006/05/can-you-help-me-discover-more-music.html' title='Can you help me discover more music that I&apos;ll like?'/><author><name>Kid On High Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939999826500763706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l279/tsav_999/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15256591.post-114621430469828971</id><published>2006-04-28T11:48:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T11:51:44.700+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Bachelor party...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Last night was my brother's bachelor.. as you may know he's getting married on Sunday so this party was a "must-do".. wish I could describe how fun it was but I'm too hangover at the moment to do so. Organized by the best man.. everything was so fun and wicked!! I got to get some coffee now, see you later!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15256591-114621430469828971?l=the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/feeds/114621430469828971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15256591&amp;postID=114621430469828971&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256591/posts/default/114621430469828971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256591/posts/default/114621430469828971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/2006/04/bachelor-party.html' title='Bachelor party...'/><author><name>Kid On High Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939999826500763706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l279/tsav_999/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15256591.post-114590809465630589</id><published>2006-04-24T22:21:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T22:48:16.203+03:00</updated><title type='text'>The Silence Of The Lambs (*)</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;(*) the real thing, not the movie..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Two days of partying have come and gone. Since Saturday night, I have eaten, drunk and stayed up late more than I could ever think. Here are some photos from Sunday.. Cooking in the nature while hangover.. started drinking before noon.. very nice moments with family and friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6863/1406/400/smallDSC00891.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;The best cook around!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6863/1406/400/smallDSC00902.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Lamb ready to consume!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6863/1406/400/smallDSC00909.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;That's enough for me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6863/1406/400/smallDSC00910.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;..but you can have some too..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6863/1406/400/smallDSC00913.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;the taste of flesh.. mmm!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/15256591-114590809465630589?l=the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/feeds/114590809465630589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15256591&amp;postID=114590809465630589&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256591/posts/default/114590809465630589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256591/posts/default/114590809465630589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/2006/04/silence-of-lambs.html' title='The Silence Of The Lambs (*)'/><author><name>Kid On High Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939999826500763706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l279/tsav_999/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15256591.post-114543584846537479</id><published>2006-04-19T11:35:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T11:42:13.956+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming soon...(in a yard next to you!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6863/1406/1600/2004-04-09_GreekEaster_0007_jpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6863/1406/400/2004-04-09_GreekEaster_0007_jpg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 4 days left.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15256591-114543584846537479?l=the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/feeds/114543584846537479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15256591&amp;postID=114543584846537479&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256591/posts/default/114543584846537479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256591/posts/default/114543584846537479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/2006/04/coming-soonin-yard-next-to-you.html' title='Coming soon...(in a yard next to you!)'/><author><name>Kid On High Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939999826500763706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l279/tsav_999/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15256591.post-114512508917737206</id><published>2006-04-15T21:16:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T21:18:09.193+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Anybody seen the Easterbunny?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hey hey! It’s been a while but now I’m here again. I will be in Ptolemaida for the next two weeks for the eastern break. Schools are closed and most of the students head back to their hometowns to spend the holidays with their families. Eastern in Greece is full of traditions, I’m not gonna describe right here.. That would take hours and I would still had skipped a lot of it. The whole thing ends next Sunday, when everybody ends up drinking and eating like crazy, spending the day in the nature, celebrating the Greek way. Why do we (Greeks) always celebrate by eating huge amounts of food is something I never understood.. Is food fun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point is that my brother’s getting married in two weeks..and that means some more party is about to take place. I’m quite sure that some of you have watched that movie a few years ago.. &lt;strong&gt;My Big Greek Fat Wedding&lt;/strong&gt;. To tell you the truth, these things do actually happen in real life, especially in the country side (thank god it is not &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; wedding). A few hundrend of people from the two families have to meet and to know each other and all that happens in a big big party, where everyone’s drunk.. it’s gonna be wicked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the mean time, I have to put myself together and start studying.. exams in my school begin around June, but June is closer than it seems. I need to find a job before this summer if I want to be able to actually go somewhere on vacation and stop being broke all the time. Living on friend’s charity is good but not for too long! So the plan goes like this: Eastern break (partying), job&amp;school (more partying), exams (money saving-no party), vacation (party only). I guess I can make it. Anyway, gotta go now, the night is calling me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puss &amp;amp; Kram !&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/15256591-114512508917737206?l=the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/feeds/114512508917737206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15256591&amp;postID=114512508917737206&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256591/posts/default/114512508917737206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256591/posts/default/114512508917737206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/2006/04/anybody-seen-easterbunny.html' title='Anybody seen the Easterbunny?'/><author><name>Kid On High Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939999826500763706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l279/tsav_999/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15256591.post-114388419481111319</id><published>2006-04-01T12:11:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T19:28:45.736+03:00</updated><title type='text'>the kids are on high street</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We all know that, right? But where has this kid over here been recently? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I haven't really been bloging after Finland but that does not mean that there's lack of news. It's maybe the other way. Getting back to "normal" life sucks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I now have to go to school again, my classmates are graduating, my brother's getting married next month, night is shorter after "summer daylight time" change, money is not enough to be drunk everyday, I can't stand in front of an open book more than 20 seconds, the weather is playing games, I always run out of cigarrette papers in the middle of the night, I can't stay at home and when I'm out I want to go back home, my neighbours hate me because of excesive sound levels coming out of my apartment, last night I droped my cell phone and it acts strange since.. Fuck it mate..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;At first, I need to start with a little advertisement. Take a minute or two to visit &lt;a href="http://monkeypizza.blogspot.com"&gt;monkeypizza&lt;/a&gt; and see how a Swedish-speaking Finn copes with wild parties in Oslo, Norway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Second, I need to apologize to this blog fans (the site stats tell me that there are a few crazy people keep visiting this blog, no-one knows why..). I promise I'm going to update more often.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Another thing.. stop asking me if I cut my hair or if I shaved my face today. The thing is that I did a nose surgery, can't you people notice? If not then the surgery has been succesfull! That's the whole thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&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/15256591-114388419481111319?l=the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/feeds/114388419481111319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15256591&amp;postID=114388419481111319&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256591/posts/default/114388419481111319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256591/posts/default/114388419481111319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/2006/04/kids-are-on-high-street_01.html' title='the kids are on high street'/><author><name>Kid On High Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939999826500763706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l279/tsav_999/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15256591.post-114155352475023568</id><published>2006-03-05T12:09:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T22:32:20.446+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sound engineering..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I face a big problem.. I love sound. Not music itself, but the sound. And maybe more the whole procedure of creating music. Being in a music studio for several hours today, working on the same 3-min long track, recording instruments, editing, processing.. that's the best way to spend a lot of time. And I mean A LOT! The recording itself might take 20 minutes (for example) for a 3 minute long song but the rest of the steps till it's ready may take 5-10 hours if you really go for the best. It's amazing what technology can do.. good old times when a band entered a studio and all the members played the song together at the same time are gone... quality is here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Now.. I know I haven't blogged for a while but things were going too fast to catch-up lastly. And my unexisting internet connection is no good for a blogger. Anyway, I'm gonna buy myself a couple of beers tonight. To all of you out there.. cheers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15256591-114155352475023568?l=the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/feeds/114155352475023568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15256591&amp;postID=114155352475023568&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256591/posts/default/114155352475023568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256591/posts/default/114155352475023568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/2006/03/sound-engineering.html' title='Sound engineering..'/><author><name>Kid On High Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939999826500763706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l279/tsav_999/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15256591.post-113889746535180322</id><published>2006-02-02T18:21:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T18:28:29.796+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Serenade</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The western wind is blowing fair&lt;br /&gt;Across the dark Aegean sea,&lt;br /&gt;And at the secret marble stair&lt;br /&gt;My Tyrian galley waits for thee.&lt;br /&gt;Come down! the purple sail is spread,&lt;br /&gt;The watchman sleeps within the town,&lt;br /&gt;O leave thy lily-flowered bed,&lt;br /&gt;O Lady mine come down, come down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="8"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;She will not come, I know her well,&lt;br /&gt;Of lover’s vows she hath no care,&lt;br /&gt;And little good a man can tell&lt;br /&gt;Of one so cruel and so fair.&lt;br /&gt;True love is but a woman’s toy,&lt;br /&gt;They never know the lover’s pain,&lt;br /&gt;And I who loved as loves a boy&lt;br /&gt;Must love in vain, must love in vain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="16"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O noble pilot tell me true&lt;br /&gt;Is that the sheen of golden hair?&lt;br /&gt;Or is it but the tangled dew&lt;br /&gt;That binds the passion-flowers there?&lt;br /&gt;Good sailor come and tell me now&lt;br /&gt;Is that my Lady’s lily hand?&lt;br /&gt;Or is it but the gleaming prow,&lt;br /&gt;Or is it but the silver sand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="24"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No! no! ’tis not the tangled dew,&lt;br /&gt;’Tis not the silver-fretted sand,&lt;br /&gt;It is my own dear Lady true&lt;br /&gt;With golden hair and lily hand!&lt;br /&gt;O noble pilot steer for Troy,&lt;br /&gt;Good sailor ply the labouring oar,&lt;br /&gt;This is the Queen of life and joy&lt;br /&gt;Whom we must bear from Grecian shore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="32"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The waning sky grows faint and blue,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="33"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It wants an hour still of day,&lt;br /&gt;Aboard! aboard! my gallant crew,&lt;br /&gt;O Lady mine away! away!&lt;br /&gt;O noble pilot steer for Troy,&lt;br /&gt;Good sailor ply the labouring oar,&lt;br /&gt;O loved as only loves a boy!&lt;br /&gt;O loved for ever evermore!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15256591-113889746535180322?l=the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/feeds/113889746535180322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15256591&amp;postID=113889746535180322&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256591/posts/default/113889746535180322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256591/posts/default/113889746535180322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/2006/02/serenade.html' title='Serenade'/><author><name>Kid On High Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939999826500763706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l279/tsav_999/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15256591.post-113837619784592131</id><published>2006-01-27T17:27:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T17:36:38.256+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost In Moments</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hey-hey everybody out there! It's been a while since the last time I blogged, I know. I see on my traffic account that some people keep visiting this site (why?) looking for new s**t in here. Sorry, there's not really much worth to blog in here, I prefer updating my personal diary instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;These last 2-3 weeks I've been in a "not-much-to-do" routine, waking up late in the afternoon, hanging around with friends (or foes) and going out to a few bars all night long. I am supposed to be studying, exams in my school started last week but I can't really concentrate on that at this point. I'll be back soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15256591-113837619784592131?l=the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/feeds/113837619784592131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15256591&amp;postID=113837619784592131&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256591/posts/default/113837619784592131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256591/posts/default/113837619784592131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/2006/01/lost-in-moments.html' title='Lost In Moments'/><author><name>Kid On High Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939999826500763706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l279/tsav_999/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15256591.post-113726954176388751</id><published>2006-01-14T22:09:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T22:13:17.843+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Coma White</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There’s something cold and blank behind her smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;She’s standing on an overpass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In her miracle mile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You were from a perfect world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A world that threw me away today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today to run away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A pill to make you numb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A pill to make you dumb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A pill to make you anybody else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But all the drugs in this world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Won’t save her from herself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Her mouth was an empty cut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And she was waiting to fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just bleeding like a polaroid that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lost all her dolls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You were from a perfect world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A world that threw me away today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today to run away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A pill to make you numb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A pill to make you dumb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A pill to make you anybody else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But all the drugs in this world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Won’t save her from herself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;[no comment]&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/15256591-113726954176388751?l=the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/feeds/113726954176388751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15256591&amp;postID=113726954176388751&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256591/posts/default/113726954176388751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256591/posts/default/113726954176388751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/2006/01/coma-white.html' title='Coma White'/><author><name>Kid On High Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939999826500763706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l279/tsav_999/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15256591.post-113692723047532263</id><published>2006-01-10T22:44:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T23:11:36.186+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sail Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Back to Thessaloniki, back to my place.. For four days I've been walking around, trying to find things that changed the time I was missing. Well, nothing has really changed but everything is a bit different. It's nothing like I've been wanting or expecting things to change but something feels wrong. And by "wrong" I mean different. Anyway, I'm even thinking of going to school tomorrow, check things out and catch up to some classes maybe. The semester (which one-I lost counting) exams are beginning soon and I am completely lost on that thing. I haven't put my feet on "school-ground" since.. maybe end of last May or early June. But I'm not worried, nothing really changes over there (&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;damn TEI&lt;/span&gt;)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;And now time for some advertising: a good friend of mine has recently started blogging. I don't really think that he will keep on that (his tendancy to quit things is well known, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sorry mate&lt;/span&gt;) but I feel like "supporting" his effort. All you &lt;em&gt;should do so&lt;/em&gt; too by clicking &lt;a href="http://stories-beyond-time.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and visiting his site.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Back to all you soon with some &lt;em&gt;real-life&lt;/em&gt; news.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15256591-113692723047532263?l=the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/feeds/113692723047532263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15256591&amp;postID=113692723047532263&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256591/posts/default/113692723047532263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256591/posts/default/113692723047532263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/2006/01/sail-away_113692723047532263.html' title='Sail Away'/><author><name>Kid On High Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939999826500763706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l279/tsav_999/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15256591.post-113657816771527251</id><published>2006-01-06T22:07:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T13:53:30.383+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to "normal" life !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O-K! Today I'm going back to Thessaloniki!! Back to my place and back to my streets! I haven't really been there since June that's why I'm excited!! Free tequillas today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15256591-113657816771527251?l=the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/feeds/113657816771527251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15256591&amp;postID=113657816771527251&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256591/posts/default/113657816771527251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256591/posts/default/113657816771527251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/2006/01/back-to-normal-life.html' title='Back to &quot;normal&quot; life !'/><author><name>Kid On High Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939999826500763706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l279/tsav_999/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15256591.post-113636630028286133</id><published>2006-01-04T11:14:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T00:12:27.706+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The drugs (don't) work</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I feel a little better today.. nothing like I'm not sick but at least I can move around in the house without aching. I even might try to go out in the evening, who knows? It seems that the tons of drugs the doctor gave me have worked somehow.. I'm so sick of being sick. Back to you soon..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15256591-113636630028286133?l=the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/feeds/113636630028286133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15256591&amp;postID=113636630028286133&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256591/posts/default/113636630028286133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256591/posts/default/113636630028286133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/2006/01/drugs-dont-work.html' title='The drugs (don&apos;t) work'/><author><name>Kid On High Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939999826500763706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l279/tsav_999/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15256591.post-113628380475851869</id><published>2006-01-03T12:15:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T12:23:24.760+02:00</updated><title type='text'>(a)live</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I know it's been a while since I last wrote in this blog but I really have nothing to say. Yeap, it's possible.. I know it's Christmas, I know the year has changed, I know I'm back home again but I really feel like nothing of all these has happened for real.. I've passed the last days in bed, lost in a fog of strange dreams and feelings, unable to communicate with people around me. I'm just standing here, watching as the time goes by.. I feel so lost. I'm also suffering from the same sickness I had 3 weeks ago, which makes me unable to go out and meet my friends. Not that this would make a difference.. anyway, I hope this is all a bad dream. Wake me up soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15256591-113628380475851869?l=the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/feeds/113628380475851869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15256591&amp;postID=113628380475851869&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256591/posts/default/113628380475851869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256591/posts/default/113628380475851869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/2006/01/alive.html' title='(a)live'/><author><name>Kid On High Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939999826500763706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l279/tsav_999/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15256591.post-113550921304392255</id><published>2005-12-25T13:01:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T13:13:33.080+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The most stupid question</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;- How was it in Finland?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;- Arggghhhhhhhhh!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;yeah, i made it back home. Christmas time with family and my buddies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;General facts from my first days here:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;* Weather is warmer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;* Boose is cheaper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;* Cigarettes are ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;* Daylight lasts longer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;* I wake up before afternoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;* Food is great (my ma is cooking for me:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;* There's people out after 4 in the morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;* My cell won't call abroad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;* &lt;strong&gt;I hate people asking the above mentioned question. Family and friends excluded&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;* Slow-expensive internet connection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;* Girls are dark-haired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;* I can order a normal coffee in a bar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;* I'll never drink beer again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;* I got Stephen King's "Tommyknockers" as a gift. 740+ pages for me to get lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;.... I'm under shock.. but I'll be back soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15256591-113550921304392255?l=the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/feeds/113550921304392255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15256591&amp;postID=113550921304392255&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256591/posts/default/113550921304392255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256591/posts/default/113550921304392255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/2005/12/most-stupid-question.html' title='The most stupid question'/><author><name>Kid On High Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939999826500763706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l279/tsav_999/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15256591.post-113509809483162956</id><published>2005-12-20T18:50:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T19:10:34.893+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Going off-line</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6863/1406/1600/Picture%20109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6863/1406/320/Picture%20109.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's time that I go off-line. I really have no time for this.. I don't know if this blog will exist after my being in Finland or not. I guess time will show. This is my last post from Finland for sure.. packing my things, saying bye to friends.. Leaving always feels bad.. but, who knows, I might come back someday! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6863/1406/320/theme%20park.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Bye, bye grey skies..till we meet again. It's been a pleasure to be here.&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/15256591-113509809483162956?l=the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/feeds/113509809483162956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15256591&amp;postID=113509809483162956&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256591/posts/default/113509809483162956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256591/posts/default/113509809483162956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/2005/12/going-off-line.html' title='Going off-line'/><author><name>Kid On High Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939999826500763706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l279/tsav_999/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15256591.post-113501407714636694</id><published>2005-12-19T19:36:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T19:41:17.160+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Rushed post</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6863/1406/1600/PC160012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6863/1406/320/PC160012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm really running out of time here! These last days are great! It seems that I can't get enough of Finland.. My Greek friends are back to Greece and my time is coming soon.. But not yet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15256591-113501407714636694?l=the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/feeds/113501407714636694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15256591&amp;postID=113501407714636694&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256591/posts/default/113501407714636694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256591/posts/default/113501407714636694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/2005/12/rushed-post.html' title='Rushed post'/><author><name>Kid On High Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939999826500763706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l279/tsav_999/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15256591.post-113470462147537124</id><published>2005-12-16T05:35:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T05:49:15.980+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Day today..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;why? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1. Pathophysiology exam at 09:00 (3rd attemp.. well, 1st for me..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2. Hand over of my big project.. you know, cholesterol, coronary heart disease and stuff..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;3. Hand over of a minor project titled Leadership versus Management.. well I don't really care about that one..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Partying for my birthday was great! I mean, you're only once in life becoming 22! I really think I like this number.. 21 was ok but 22 just sounds better.. Anyway, partying last night was great as I said but the hangover effects still remain.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;My brain cells are in hibernation mode.. Just 5 minutes ago I read something about atheroma formation in the blood vessels and now it's all gone.. It should stick in my brain at least until 11:00 today but no.. it's gone, damn it! It seems that these days my brain concentrates more easily on things that don't really matter.. but for important things.. it doesn't give a shit.. Shouldn't it work the other way??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;With less than a week left for my staying in Finland I come to this conclusion.. never leave things for later. I'd rather be partying tonight than reading and writing. Who wouldn't, you might ask.. and you're right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Wish me luck &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(like there's somebody reading this shit over here.. well, at least you that accidentaly passed by my blog can wish me luck..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15256591-113470462147537124?l=the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/feeds/113470462147537124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15256591&amp;postID=113470462147537124&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256591/posts/default/113470462147537124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256591/posts/default/113470462147537124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/2005/12/big-day-today.html' title='Big Day today..'/><author><name>Kid On High Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939999826500763706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l279/tsav_999/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15256591.post-113454336524078861</id><published>2005-12-14T08:48:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T12:24:53.306+02:00</updated><title type='text'>B-Day Today!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6863/1406/1600/b-day%20Cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6863/1406/320/b-day%20Cake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6863/1406/1600/b-day%20Cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6863/1406/1600/people.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;YEAH it's true!! I'm 22 years old! Another year passed by, one of the best and most vivid so far! Do I feel older.. well if by that people mean wiser.. hell yeah!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I love you all today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6863/1406/400/people.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15256591-113454336524078861?l=the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/feeds/113454336524078861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15256591&amp;postID=113454336524078861&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256591/posts/default/113454336524078861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256591/posts/default/113454336524078861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/2005/12/b-day-today.html' title='B-Day Today!!'/><author><name>Kid On High Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939999826500763706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l279/tsav_999/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15256591.post-113450087471913447</id><published>2005-12-13T21:05:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T21:07:54.730+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cholesterol Project after all</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I just e-mailed a draft copy of my cholesterol project to my supervising teacher asking her for any corrections I should make.. I hope Mrs. Margareta will be kind enough not to tell me that it's all wrong and I have to start over again.. There's no time left for that!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;HDL, LDL, triglycerides... whatever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15256591-113450087471913447?l=the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/feeds/113450087471913447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15256591&amp;postID=113450087471913447&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256591/posts/default/113450087471913447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256591/posts/default/113450087471913447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/2005/12/cholesterol-project-after-all.html' title='Cholesterol Project after all'/><author><name>Kid On High Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939999826500763706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l279/tsav_999/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15256591.post-113446591331799622</id><published>2005-12-13T11:17:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T11:54:58.700+02:00</updated><title type='text'>How about this?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;12:05, Vaasa, Finland ------&gt; 13:00, Copenhagen, Denmark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;19:10, Copenhagen, Denmark ------&gt; 20:30, Prague, Chech Republic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;22:55, Prague, Chech Republic ------&gt; 01:55, Thessaloniki, Greece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;someday next week.. back to Greece. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By the way, it's my birthday tomorrow! I'm turning 22!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6863/1406/400/sunset_in_finland.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15256591-113446591331799622?l=the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/feeds/113446591331799622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15256591&amp;postID=113446591331799622&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256591/posts/default/113446591331799622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256591/posts/default/113446591331799622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/2005/12/how-about-this.html' title='How about this?'/><author><name>Kid On High Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939999826500763706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l279/tsav_999/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15256591.post-113445373284548053</id><published>2005-12-13T07:50:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T08:02:12.860+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled, Vol 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;It's been a few days since last update.. It's been crazy days.. I'm now trying to concentrate on my project again and the pathophysiology exam on Friday.. I also have some more things to take care about and I feel time is running out.. I mean, I'll soon be back to Greece and to good old things.. but I don't feel like leaving at this point.. I'm having a great time the last month and I don't wanna leave like this.. I guess now I'm getting used to living in Finland.. I don't even care about the cold, I kinda like it by now.. Other things too.. Well, don't pay attention to this post, I haven't gone to bed yet..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15256591-113445373284548053?l=the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/feeds/113445373284548053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15256591&amp;postID=113445373284548053&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256591/posts/default/113445373284548053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256591/posts/default/113445373284548053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/2005/12/untitled-vol-2.html' title='Untitled, Vol 2'/><author><name>Kid On High Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939999826500763706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l279/tsav_999/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15256591.post-113409535229273233</id><published>2005-12-09T04:21:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T04:33:26.583+02:00</updated><title type='text'>State Of The Ark</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well.. sickness is almost over. I feel a lot better today and I think tomorrow I'm gonna be healthy and fit again! These past few days were awfull, I hardly had the chance to go out.. I did some progress on my cholesterol project though!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was listening to a lot of music these days when I came up to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thearkworld.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;THE ARK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; and their album STATE OF THE ARK.. I did some research and found out that these guys are swedish and having a gig here on Vaasa tomorrow.. or should I say today! Yeap, the play tonight in Amarillo and I think I'm going.. I liked their sound, it almost made me move my body while being sick in bed!! Interesting bass-lines and vocals.. although I'm not quite sure with the way they look like.. let's just hope they won't suck in the gig. Their music is awsome!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to you soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/15256591-113409535229273233?l=the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/feeds/113409535229273233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15256591&amp;postID=113409535229273233&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256591/posts/default/113409535229273233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256591/posts/default/113409535229273233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/2005/12/state-of-ark.html' title='State Of The Ark'/><author><name>Kid On High Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939999826500763706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l279/tsav_999/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15256591.post-113394424379300750</id><published>2005-12-07T10:25:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T10:35:54.840+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Down with the sickness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- My head aches constantly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- My throat aches constantly, shallowing is not allowed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Random bodyparts hurt me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- My body smells antibiotics, painkillers and tea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Temperature up&amp;downs [37.6 Celsius at the moment]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;+ Tons of things to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;+ Time passes by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;+ Project stucked due to measuring errors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;= I'm going down..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15256591-113394424379300750?l=the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/feeds/113394424379300750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15256591&amp;postID=113394424379300750&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256591/posts/default/113394424379300750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256591/posts/default/113394424379300750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/2005/12/down-with-sickness.html' title='Down with the sickness'/><author><name>Kid On High Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939999826500763706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l279/tsav_999/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15256591.post-113388917737523841</id><published>2005-12-06T19:07:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T19:13:03.203+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Independence Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6863/1406/1600/fi-lgflag.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6863/1406/400/fi-lgflag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="Finland" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Finland"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Finland&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'s Independence Day (in Finnish Itsenäisyyspäivä) is a national public holiday held on &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="December 6" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/December_6"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;December 6&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; to celebrate &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Finland's declaration of independence" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Finland"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Finland's declaration of independence&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; from the Russian empire. The festivities usually commence with the raising of the flag on &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="new" title="Tähtitorni hill" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=T%C3%A4htitorni_hill&amp;amp;action=edit"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tähtitorni hill&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;, in &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Helsinki" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Helsinki"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Helsinki&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;. There is usually also a religious service at the Helsinki Cathedral, followed by a gala reception for approximately 2000 invited guests at the Presidential Palace. This event is broadcast on TV, and while it glues many Finns to the TV set, the reception invariably attracts the attentions of demonstrators, supportive of various causes.&lt;br /&gt;The Finnish Defence Forces arrange a parade in one or other of the garrison cities.&lt;br /&gt;It is traditional for Finnish families to light candles in the windows of their home in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&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/15256591-113388917737523841?l=the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/feeds/113388917737523841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15256591&amp;postID=113388917737523841&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256591/posts/default/113388917737523841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256591/posts/default/113388917737523841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/2005/12/independence-day.html' title='Independence Day'/><author><name>Kid On High Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939999826500763706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l279/tsav_999/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15256591.post-113366282839163095</id><published>2005-12-04T04:16:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T14:05:16.680+02:00</updated><title type='text'>In A Bar, Under The Sea..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6863/1406/1600/DSC00347.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6863/1406/400/DSC00347.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oliver's In, a few weeks ago..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[No Comments]&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/15256591-113366282839163095?l=the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/feeds/113366282839163095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15256591&amp;postID=113366282839163095&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256591/posts/default/113366282839163095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256591/posts/default/113366282839163095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/2005/12/in-bar-under-sea.html' title='In A Bar, Under The Sea..'/><author><name>Kid On High Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939999826500763706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l279/tsav_999/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15256591.post-113365749496336851</id><published>2005-12-04T02:41:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T02:55:51.476+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Games mind plays..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I've been draining my brain out all day long.. Here's the $1.000.000 question: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How come all great things in life appear to you when you think you're over them? Or when you think you don't need'em? Or when you really can't afford'em?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Strange-beautiful-things keep happening to me for the past days and all I'm thinking of is deadlines and timetables.. I love it but it's gonna hurt us soon or later.. I guess that's the game mind plays. But who's the winner? And what about the looser?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I want out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;[Working on that..]&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/15256591-113365749496336851?l=the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/feeds/113365749496336851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15256591&amp;postID=113365749496336851&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Coffee and cigarettes.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cigarettes and coffee..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;beer and cigarettes..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cigarettes and beer..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cider, tequila shots..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and cigarettes again..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I change my name in case you lost me..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've got to leave the world behind me..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A long walk in the snow, before chilling..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And then you appear.. and everything's right again!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We get along, it's like magic has come between us..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We did it all first and now everybody's..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;gotta learn to survive.. { I'll have to learn to survive } &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;gotta learn to stay alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah, everyday I will see you anyway&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And I wanna do something about it&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[I'm sober]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&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/15256591-113355174344550514?l=the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/feeds/113355174344550514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15256591&amp;postID=113355174344550514&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256591/posts/default/113355174344550514'/><link rel='self' 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center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6863/1406/320/DSC00559.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I keep saying to myself.. enough with blogging lyrics of songs and poems, but this just came on my playlist and I can't help not posting it here..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Relax.. it's easy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I don't care if Monday's blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tuesday's grey and Wednesday too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Thursday I don't care about you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's Friday, I'm in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Monday you can fall apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tuesday, Wednesday break my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Thursday doesn't even start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's Friday I'm in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Saturday, wait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And Sunday always comes too late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But Friday, never hesitate...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I don't care if Monday's black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tuesday, Wednesday - heart attack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Thursday, never looking back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's Friday, I'm in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Monday, you can hold your head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tuesday, Wednesday stay in bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Or Thursday - watch the walls instead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's Friday, I'm in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Saturday, wait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And Sunday always comes too late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But Friday, never hesitate...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dressed up to the eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's a wonderful surprise&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To see your shoes and your spirits rise&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Throwing out your frown&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And just smiling at the sound&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And as sleek as a shriek&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Spinning round and round&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Always take a big bite&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's such a gorgeous sight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To see you eat in the middle of the night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You can never get enough&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Enough of this stuff&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's Friday, I'm in looooooooove!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15256591-113350177143995139?l=the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l279/tsav_999/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15256591.post-113341464638934444</id><published>2005-12-01T07:20:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T07:32:07.853+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Undenied</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Your softly spoken words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Release my whole desire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Undenied&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Totally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And so bare is my heart, I can't hide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And so where does my heart, belong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Beneath your tender touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My senses can't divide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ohh so strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My desire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;For so bare is my heart, I can't hide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And so where does my heart, belong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Now that I've found you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And seen behind those eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;How can I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Carry on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;For so bare is my heart, I can't hide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And so where does my heart, belong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Belong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Belong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Belong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://briefcase.pathfinder.gr/file/HlM/30532/500070"&gt;Portishead - Undenied&lt;/a&gt;&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/15256591-113341464638934444?l=the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/feeds/113341464638934444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15256591&amp;postID=113341464638934444&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256591/posts/default/113341464638934444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256591/posts/default/113341464638934444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/2005/12/undenied.html' title='Undenied'/><author><name>Kid On High Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939999826500763706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l279/tsav_999/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15256591.post-113324913210625185</id><published>2005-11-29T09:15:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T09:26:23.146+02:00</updated><title type='text'>[re-post] Early Times...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I just remembered my old post here titled "early times" and how strange it felt at that time being dark at the daytime.. well things got strangier. It's snowing here in Vaasa and the sky is orange-red at the night with the snow giving some brightness all over!! I really love it when it snows here, 'cause the temperature rises just under 0 celsius and everything seems pretier! Just 20' ago I went to Siwa and the snow had already reached 20cm height!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No quiz this time, only a photo of my room's view.. Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6863/1406/400/DSC00547.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Photo taken at 09:00 this morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15256591-113324913210625185?l=the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/feeds/113324913210625185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15256591&amp;postID=113324913210625185&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256591/posts/default/113324913210625185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256591/posts/default/113324913210625185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/2005/11/re-post-early-times.html' title='[re-post] Early Times...'/><author><name>Kid On High Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939999826500763706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l279/tsav_999/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15256591.post-113320868408409363</id><published>2005-11-28T22:30:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T22:54:30.370+02:00</updated><title type='text'>update to "Party time, Vol. ??"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6863/1406/1600/mini-PB260031.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6863/1406/320/mini-PB260031.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6863/1406/1600/mini-DSC00507.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6863/1406/320/mini-DSC00507.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6863/1406/1600/mini-PB260030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6863/1406/320/mini-PB260030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6863/1406/1600/mini-PB260021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6863/1406/320/mini-PB260021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6863/1406/1600/mini-DSC00506.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6863/1406/320/mini-DSC00506.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6863/1406/1600/mini-PB260029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6863/1406/320/mini-PB260029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6863/1406/1600/mini-PB260037.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6863/1406/320/mini-PB260037.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6863/1406/1600/mini-PB260009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6863/1406/320/mini-PB260009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6863/1406/1600/mini-PB260028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6863/1406/320/mini-PB260028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6863/1406/1600/mini-DSC00501.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6863/1406/320/mini-DSC00501.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6863/1406/1600/mini-DSC00494.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6863/1406/320/mini-DSC00494.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15256591-113320868408409363?l=the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/feeds/113320868408409363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15256591&amp;postID=113320868408409363&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256591/posts/default/113320868408409363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256591/posts/default/113320868408409363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/2005/11/update-to-party-time-vol.html' title='update to &quot;Party time, Vol. ??&quot;'/><author><name>Kid On High Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939999826500763706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l279/tsav_999/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15256591.post-113315282211651811</id><published>2005-11-28T06:38:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T06:40:22.346+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah, ok, and then?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;MY BRAIN!! YOU'VE KILLED MY BRAIN!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;SWEET HOLY ZARK THE AGONY!!&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/15256591-113315282211651811?l=the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/feeds/113315282211651811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15256591&amp;postID=113315282211651811&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256591/posts/default/113315282211651811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256591/posts/default/113315282211651811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/2005/11/yeah-ok-and-then.html' title='Yeah, ok, and then?'/><author><name>Kid On High Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939999826500763706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l279/tsav_999/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15256591.post-113293635583717052</id><published>2005-11-25T18:30:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T18:32:46.160+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Party time, Vol. ??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Yeah, it's party time all over again! Let's go crazy one more time baby!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;FINLAND ROCKS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15256591-113293635583717052?l=the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/feeds/113293635583717052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15256591&amp;postID=113293635583717052&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256591/posts/default/113293635583717052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256591/posts/default/113293635583717052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/2005/11/party-time-vol.html' title='Party time, Vol. ??'/><author><name>Kid On High Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939999826500763706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l279/tsav_999/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15256591.post-113229617913798762</id><published>2005-11-18T08:31:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T08:51:40.313+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Helsinki, Vol.2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6863/1406/1600/finlan%20helsinki.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6863/1406/400/finlan%20helsinki.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's been a month since I've last been to Helsinki and now I'm going back again! Tonight 2 of my best friends are coming from Greece and I'm going to meet them at Helsinki, where we're gonna spend the following next days. The train to Helsinki leaves at 12:32 from Vaasa, arriving to Helsinki around 17:00, hopefully allowing me to get some sleep after changing train in Seinajoki.. My buddies arrive at the airport at 23:30 so I will have some time to walk around the frozen streets of Helsinki by myself. I really love the mood that city gives out! I will just plug my headphones in my player, get a cup of hot -non-Finnish coffee- and start walking.. Fuck yeah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'll be back to posting next week when we come back to Vaasa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Last minute's thought: where the hell is Tavastia Club? I have to ask somebody first thing after going out the railway station at Helsinki this afternoon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6863/1406/400/helsinki1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Helsinki rulez!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15256591-113229617913798762?l=the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/feeds/113229617913798762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15256591&amp;postID=113229617913798762&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256591/posts/default/113229617913798762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256591/posts/default/113229617913798762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/2005/11/helsinki-vol2.html' title='Helsinki, Vol.2'/><author><name>Kid On High Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939999826500763706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l279/tsav_999/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15256591.post-113218885616174495</id><published>2005-11-17T03:20:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T08:54:43.060+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Do You Live? [alternative title: And Now For Something Completely Different]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Which country is bigger? Greenland Or China?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't remember? Let me give you a map so you can compare.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6863/1406/400/world-map%20continents.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;As you can see, both countries seem to be almost the same size.. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;[Hint for those who don't even know where these countries are.. Both appear on the map above with dark green colour..]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;So, what would you say if I tell you that China is almost 4 times bigger in size than Greenland?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;[Source: CIA World Factbook: &lt;a href="http://www.cia.gov/cia/publications/factbook/geos/ch.html"&gt;China &lt;/a&gt;&amp; &lt;a href="http://www.cia.gov/cia/publications/factbook/geos/gl.html"&gt;Greenland&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;The reason you can't see this on the map is simple that the maps we use for so many years are in fact wrong. And the secret behind that is that you can not display a curved sphere (earth) onto a flat piece of paper (or anything..) without choosing the spot from witch you observe the map.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Long time ago, this German guy named Mercator, who first made the maps we widely use nowdays, chose Europe as his point-of-view, making it appear a lot bigger from the other continents. He had no bad means, besides Europe was the center of the world at that time and &lt;strong&gt;somewhere had to be the center!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;After him, many map-makers tried to correct the mistake, but their names and maps didn't make it far from the dusted history books of the map-making science.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;The last of these guys, named Peters, made a new map which represents as accure as it can be, the real map of the world we live in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.newint.org/issue124/Images/petersprojection.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6863/1406/400/petersprojection.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Do not pass out! Image opens with click..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Africa seems huge, right? And Europe seems tiny.. You know why? Because that's how it really is!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The question though is: Why for so many centuries haven't we changed the maps we use? Anybody knows that answer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yeap, you guessed it! We don't change our maps because we don't wanna people to know that Africa is bigger. We don't wanna people to know that Europe is tiny compared to the other continents. We don't want them to connect their land-superiority with the fact that 2/3 of the population there is starving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And if this seems odd to you and think that it's only a conspiracy theory, then what would you think if I told you that the only reason the northen hemisphere is on the upper part of the map is: an effort to create the feeling of a geo-political, land superiority. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Try locating Europe, if we had adopted the following map of the world. Just try to locate your country..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1853/715/1600/PetersMapUpsideDown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6863/1406/400/PetersMapUpsideDown.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;ORIGINALLY POSTED BY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://georgeisyourman.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;GEORGE ANAGNOSTOPOULOS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15256591-113218885616174495?l=the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/feeds/113218885616174495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15256591&amp;postID=113218885616174495&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256591/posts/default/113218885616174495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256591/posts/default/113218885616174495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/2005/11/where-do-you-live-alternative-title.html' title='Where Do You Live? [alternative title: And Now For Something Completely Different]'/><author><name>Kid On High Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939999826500763706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l279/tsav_999/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15256591.post-113168632710526095</id><published>2005-11-11T07:11:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T16:27:00.893+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Live Webcams In Vaasa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www1.vaasa.fi/webcam/default.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;#1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;: Kauppatori (Market Place)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www1.vaasa.fi/webcam/webcam2.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;#2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;: Maasilta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gastrolab.net/webcam.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;#3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;: Water Tower &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[snapshots]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www2.syh.fi/replot/"&gt;#4:&lt;/a&gt; Replot Bridge Webcam&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#996633;"&gt;Just click on the number for instant access!&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/15256591-113168632710526095?l=the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/feeds/113168632710526095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15256591&amp;postID=113168632710526095&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256591/posts/default/113168632710526095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256591/posts/default/113168632710526095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/2005/11/live-webcams-in-vaasa.html' title='Live Webcams In Vaasa'/><author><name>Kid On High Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939999826500763706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l279/tsav_999/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15256591.post-113151289812109904</id><published>2005-11-09T07:25:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T07:24:32.433+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Early times..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The time is almost 7 in the morning.. I haven't gone to bed yet as I wanted to see some natural light.. With my last weeks' scedule I hardly had the &lt;em&gt;chance &lt;/em&gt;to see daylight for more than one or two hours a day.. That's what happens if you go to bed at 5 in the morning (dark) and wake up at 2 in the afternoon (almost dark). I often found my self thinking that it's late.. then looked at my watch and saw that it was only 16:00 or so.. That's &lt;em&gt;reaaaally strange&lt;/em&gt; for me! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;(just looked out of the window: it's still night!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;News.. I've been very busy preparing my thesis about this cholesterol project I have to do, spending most of my nights.. well it's allways night here - I mean the time people usually sleep, googling and surfing around tons of medical databases, some in finnish and/or swedish looking for the right info to snatch.. how the fcuk am I supposed to choose between so many studies about the same thing, which give different results? My project is in complete chaos.. some parts in greek, waiting to be translated into english, some in finnish/swedish, waiting to be translated into any-known-language, the sample measurement in the hospital is going late ( I should have already done the calculations), the statistic part is pending due to lack of blood samples.. &lt;a href="mailto:f@ck"&gt;f@ck&lt;/a&gt; all over again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Anyway, back to the main point.. time is 7:10 right now, and I'm waiting for the sun (think I'm going to the bank and then come back to sleep).. what sun?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Propaganda&lt;/strong&gt;: Vaasa, the sunniest city of Finland &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(my ass!). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I haven't seen it in weeks. I'm gonna go blind the time I walk out of the airport back in Greece and feel the sun burning my eyes cells! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Time for some coffee.. soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And now time for a little game:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;My room's view at noon a week ago:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(watch carefully!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6863/1406/400/brightest.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Find the sun and win one trip to Finland for two, 7 nights, all inclusive!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;(contact &lt;a href="mailto:kostas_tsav@hotmail.com"&gt;me&lt;/a&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/15256591-113151289812109904?l=the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/feeds/113151289812109904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15256591&amp;postID=113151289812109904&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256591/posts/default/113151289812109904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256591/posts/default/113151289812109904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/2005/11/early-times.html' title='Early times..'/><author><name>Kid On High Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939999826500763706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l279/tsav_999/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15256591.post-113086714546851901</id><published>2005-11-01T19:42:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T19:45:45.486+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Steven is leaving Vaasa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Steven, my roommate from Kenya is leaving tomorrow for Helsinki, starting his carreer as a nurse, finishing successfuly his studies at the Swedish Polytechnik.. so we're making a party for him right now. We called some of the campus neigbours and got the girls to cook..:) . He promised us some genuine african food but nothing yet. Anyway, it's still too early, people is still coming over.. Laters!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15256591-113086714546851901?l=the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/feeds/113086714546851901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15256591&amp;postID=113086714546851901&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256591/posts/default/113086714546851901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256591/posts/default/113086714546851901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/2005/11/steven-is-leaving-vaasa.html' title='Steven is leaving Vaasa'/><author><name>Kid On High Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939999826500763706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l279/tsav_999/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15256591.post-113071124736736762</id><published>2005-10-31T00:26:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T00:27:27.383+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Stories from the street</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;Stories are letters. Letters sent to anybody or everybody. But the best kind are meant to be read by a specific somebody. When you read that kind you know you are eavesdroppig. You know a real person somewhere will read the same words you are reading and the story is that person's business and you are a ghost listening in. .... Our first stories come to us through the air. We here voices.... Anyway... the stories are letters. Long overdue letters from me to you. I wish they could tear down the walls. I wish they could snatch you away from where you are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to you soon..&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/15256591-113071124736736762?l=the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/feeds/113071124736736762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15256591&amp;postID=113071124736736762&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256591/posts/default/113071124736736762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256591/posts/default/113071124736736762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/2005/10/stories-from-street.html' title='Stories from the street'/><author><name>Kid On High Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939999826500763706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l279/tsav_999/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15256591.post-113052887373266347</id><published>2005-10-28T22:28:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T00:03:13.946+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Armin Van Buuren @ Club Colors, Studio51, Helsinki, Friday 21st October 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;More than words can say.. pictures!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6863/1406/1600/DSC00290.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6863/1406/400/DSC00290.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6863/1406/1600/DSC00271.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6863/1406/400/DSC00271.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6863/1406/1600/DSC00256.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6863/1406/400/DSC00256.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6863/1406/1600/DSC00284.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6863/1406/400/DSC00284.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6863/1406/1600/DSC00233.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6863/1406/400/DSC00233.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6863/1406/1600/DSC00286.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6863/1406/400/DSC00286.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6863/1406/1600/DSC00227.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6863/1406/400/DSC00227.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6863/1406/1600/DSC00266.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6863/1406/400/DSC00266.2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6863/1406/1600/DSC00294.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6863/1406/400/DSC00294.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15256591-113052887373266347?l=the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/feeds/113052887373266347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15256591&amp;postID=113052887373266347&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256591/posts/default/113052887373266347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256591/posts/default/113052887373266347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/2005/10/armin-van-buuren-club-colors-studio51.html' title='Armin Van Buuren @ Club Colors, Studio51, Helsinki, Friday 21st October 2005'/><author><name>Kid On High Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939999826500763706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l279/tsav_999/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15256591.post-113032918065187099</id><published>2005-10-26T15:16:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T15:19:40.663+03:00</updated><title type='text'>It's All About Snow..</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6863/1406/320/Dsc00014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6863/1406/320/Dsc00016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15256591-113032918065187099?l=the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/feeds/113032918065187099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15256591&amp;postID=113032918065187099&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256591/posts/default/113032918065187099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256591/posts/default/113032918065187099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/2005/10/its-all-about-snow.html' title='It&apos;s All About Snow..'/><author><name>Kid On High Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939999826500763706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l279/tsav_999/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15256591.post-113025703093698698</id><published>2005-10-25T19:14:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T19:17:10.943+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Helsinki Ice Bar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6863/1406/1600/Ice%20bar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6863/1406/320/Ice%20bar.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Back To You Soon..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/15256591-113025703093698698?l=the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/feeds/113025703093698698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15256591&amp;postID=113025703093698698&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256591/posts/default/113025703093698698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256591/posts/default/113025703093698698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/2005/10/helsinki-ice-bar.html' title='Helsinki Ice Bar'/><author><name>Kid On High Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939999826500763706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l279/tsav_999/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15256591.post-112817016311230911</id><published>2005-10-01T14:55:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T00:15:25.513+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to Lapland [15-18 September 2005]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well.. it took me a while but finally I get to write something about it.. Two weeks ago I went to Lapland with a trip organized by the students of Vaasa Yliopisto (University of Vaasa). There were like 50 people on that trip, most of them exchange students at the universities and the polytechnics of Vaasa. I had a great time there as it was my first time in Lapland and generally the first time I ever crossed the Arctic Circle.. We stayed at a place called Akaslompolo, very close to Yllas mountain and Santa's Village, Rovaniemi. Actually, Finland is a very flat country and Lapland is the only place in where you can find mountains. The scenery was great, lakes and forests.. I really liked hiking in the woods, then some sausages over the fire, and back to base (a really warm cottage) where we stayed.. hanging around and drinking all night in front of the fire.. great moments.. What more to say.. I can't describe the feeling of watching the Northern Lights with its colors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Anyway, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;here are some photos&lt;/span&gt;, just &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;click to enlarge&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6863/1406/320/1.%20Dsc000931.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;The bus that we spent allmost 24 hours from Vaasa to Lapland and back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6863/1406/320/2.%20Dsc00030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Snapshot #1 from Arctic Circle Border&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6863/1406/320/3.%20Dsc00024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Snapshot #2 from Arctic Circle Border&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6863/1406/320/4.%20Dsc000451.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;In the woods..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6863/1406/1600/P1010049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6863/1406/400/P1010049.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;.Jim on the water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6863/1406/320/5.%20Dsc000571.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Lakes and mountains..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6863/1406/320/6.%20Dsc00059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;The only way not to get lost..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6863/1406/320/7.%20Dsc000671.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Northern Lights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6863/1406/320/8.%20Dsc00086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;The little house at the field&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6863/1406/320/9.%20Dsc00097.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Burn up the night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6863/1406/320/11.%20Dsc00109.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Greek dances all night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15256591-112817016311230911?l=the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/feeds/112817016311230911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15256591&amp;postID=112817016311230911&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256591/posts/default/112817016311230911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256591/posts/default/112817016311230911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/2005/10/trip-to-lapland-15-18-september-2005.html' title='Trip to Lapland [15-18 September 2005]'/><author><name>Kid On High Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939999826500763706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l279/tsav_999/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15256591.post-112790467941973899</id><published>2005-09-28T13:49:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T16:49:29.800+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Raining Pleasures..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6863/1406/1600/Dsc00150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6863/1406/320/Dsc00150.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6863/1406/1600/P828012823.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6863/1406/320/P82801282.jpg" 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/15256591-112790467941973899?l=the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/feeds/112790467941973899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15256591&amp;postID=112790467941973899&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256591/posts/default/112790467941973899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256591/posts/default/112790467941973899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/2005/09/raining-pleasures.html' title='Raining Pleasures..'/><author><name>Kid On High Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939999826500763706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l279/tsav_999/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15256591.post-112782347906072970</id><published>2005-09-27T15:04:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T15:33:04.666+03:00</updated><title type='text'>New Album by H.I.M.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;01. Vampire Heart &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6863/1406/1600/g98125qfmrt4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6863/1406/400/g98125qfmrt3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02. Rip Out the Wings of a Butterfly&lt;br /&gt;03. Under the Rose&lt;br /&gt;04. Killing Loneliness&lt;br /&gt;05. Dark Light&lt;br /&gt;06. Behind the Crimson Door&lt;br /&gt;07. The Face of God&lt;br /&gt;08. Drunk on Shadows&lt;br /&gt;09. Play Dead&lt;br /&gt;10. In the Nightside of Eden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;New album released October 26th 2005!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ENJOY THE &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.heartagram.com"&gt;DARK LIGHT&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.heartagram.com"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15256591-112782347906072970?l=the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/feeds/112782347906072970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15256591&amp;postID=112782347906072970&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256591/posts/default/112782347906072970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256591/posts/default/112782347906072970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/2005/09/new-album-by-him.html' title='New Album by H.I.M.'/><author><name>Kid On High Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939999826500763706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l279/tsav_999/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15256591.post-112766099490525613</id><published>2005-09-25T18:07:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T18:54:01.280+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Party night tonight!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6863/1406/1600/Dsc00171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6863/1406/320/Dsc00171.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The so-called "Greek Party" is not gonna happen. I was unable to find some ouzo [traditional Greek drink] here in Vaasa.. But there is gonna be a party anywayz! {damn, small fridge..}&lt;br /&gt;More pictures very soon!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15256591-112766099490525613?l=the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/feeds/112766099490525613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15256591&amp;postID=112766099490525613&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256591/posts/default/112766099490525613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256591/posts/default/112766099490525613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/2005/09/party-night-tonight.html' title='Party night tonight!!!'/><author><name>Kid On High Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939999826500763706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l279/tsav_999/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15256591.post-112738196803014521</id><published>2005-09-22T12:36:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T14:15:29.226+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Wasa by night, 21st September 2005</title><content type='html'>Allright now!!&lt;br /&gt;Here I am again, having some free time to blog. Yesterday night was the "Wasa by night 2005" event. What's that? Well, you had to go to 8 differents bars-clubs, get a drink at every place and collect some stamps.. after that you could get a t-shirt with the "Wasa by night" logo. As you can imagine, we started drinking at around 6 in the afternoon, so we had time to go to all the places.. well, after 4-5 drinks everything started going crazy (let's get crazyyyy- you guys know!). I really don't know how I got home afterwards.. Anyway, here are some photos from the last club I've been last night.. I think it's name is Hullupullo or something like that. Who cares anywayz?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6863/1406/1600/DSC00138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6863/1406/200/DSC00138.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6863/1406/1600/DSC00110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6863/1406/200/DSC00110.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6863/1406/1600/DSC000961.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6863/1406/200/DSC000961.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6863/1406/1600/DSC00088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6863/1406/200/DSC00088.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got some more photos if you want.. just not enough time to blog, damn it :pp&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15256591-112738196803014521?l=the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/feeds/112738196803014521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15256591&amp;postID=112738196803014521&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256591/posts/default/112738196803014521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256591/posts/default/112738196803014521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/2005/09/wasa-by-night-21st-september-2005.html' title='Wasa by night, 21st September 2005'/><author><name>Kid On High Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939999826500763706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l279/tsav_999/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15256591.post-112542681777587379</id><published>2005-08-30T21:28:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T01:34:12.636+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to blog!</title><content type='html'>Well, well... things have been happening very fast these last couple of weeks. Right now I am in Vaasa, Finland, where I'm gonna spend the next 4 months as an exchange student at the Swedish Polytechnic. The fact is that I'm not having any computer at the moment so I will be blogging more intense later this year. So guys, keep sending me e-mails or SMS (parte kai kana tilefwno re gyftakia!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nahdan!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15256591-112542681777587379?l=the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/feeds/112542681777587379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15256591&amp;postID=112542681777587379&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256591/posts/default/112542681777587379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256591/posts/default/112542681777587379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/2005/08/back-to-blog.html' title='Back to blog!'/><author><name>Kid On High Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939999826500763706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l279/tsav_999/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15256591.post-112454095275451466</id><published>2005-08-20T15:26:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T20:13:00.470+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids Gone Live!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6863/1406/1600/live2005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6863/1406/400/live2005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Yeaaaaaaaah!! We kicked some ass!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15256591-112454095275451466?l=the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/feeds/112454095275451466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15256591&amp;postID=112454095275451466&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256591/posts/default/112454095275451466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256591/posts/default/112454095275451466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/2005/08/kids-gone-live.html' title='Kids Gone Live!'/><author><name>Kid On High Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939999826500763706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l279/tsav_999/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15256591.post-112392971312515829</id><published>2005-08-13T13:40:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T14:03:58.010+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Being in a rock band..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm still in Ptolemaida.. a bit bored except in the nights. Me and my mates get some wild clubing every once and a while, meeting new chicks and getting some.. But the big day is no other than the 18th of this month.&lt;br /&gt;Me and some of my best friends are gonna perform live with our.. let's say band(?) [if you can call band a group of buddies getting together in a garage a couple of times, getting wasted and then playing some atlernative-rock musix!!].. in a terace bar at the most crowded night-spot in Ptolemaida. Of course, there's some lack of organization.. reminds me last year and the year before when in 2 days we re-arranged THE BAND, found all the hardware needed for a live performance [and it was a lot of this electric-tiny_led's_and_a_lot_of_buttons-don't-know-how-it-works_and_what_it_does stuff!!!!], a place to perform and some time to practice (not more than 3 hours total)..&lt;br /&gt;As you can imagine it was an after-talked apperance [thank god the boose was free for the band members!], talked among the teenage chicks for a long time!&lt;br /&gt;This years project is a bit different though.. it's gonna be some kind of a party for high school graduates, in this place called Belvedere. We are supposed to behave and stuff, in order to give a good example to these children.. hehe! Beware you punk-rockerz! Anyway, I was talking about the preparation of the live.. Just out of the blue, the lead vocalist left the band!! This is the worst possible thing, 5 just days before the live! And the night before I was just thinking that everything went so smooth this year!! Fuck It!&lt;br /&gt;Last night John quit the band! He just fuckin quit the band! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** John, about 5 years ago: "..yeah, let's make a band and kick some ass. You get the bass and bob gets the guitar. I'll be singing!!"&lt;br /&gt;** John, a couple of days ago: ".. let's fuck it. I don't feel like singing this time. Let's just not play.."&lt;br /&gt;...and I was thinking everything was going so smooth.. He fuckin' pissed me out this time.. he's a buddy though, I can't be mad of him for a long. The appearance is going to happen, even if I GET TO SING (..why is everybody telling me that I have an awfull voice these days??-hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now.. gotta go to the cafeteria and have a nice cold frape!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;P.S. Check This Out!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://briefcase.pathfinder.gr/download/HlM/30532/463418/0/Live+August+2004-2b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://briefcase.pathfinder.gr/download/HlM/30532/463418/0/Live+August+2004-2b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;This is a cell-phone low resolution camera snapshot from our last year's appearence in Ptolemaida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I can be hardly seen, far-in front of the window, talking to Stefanos, the keybordist. With the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt; white t-shirt, in front of the mic is John (Giannis), with the green t-shirt is Bob (Babis) and the other one is Mark (Marcos). The drummer can't be seen also.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;How do we look?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15256591-112392971312515829?l=the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/feeds/112392971312515829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15256591&amp;postID=112392971312515829&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256591/posts/default/112392971312515829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256591/posts/default/112392971312515829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/2005/08/being-in-rock-band.html' title='Being in a rock band..'/><author><name>Kid On High Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939999826500763706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l279/tsav_999/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15256591.post-112369561407986784</id><published>2005-08-10T20:28:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T20:52:11.450+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Here I Am</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's 20:25 and I'm having coffee at my parent's house which is located at Ptolemaida. Ptolemaida is a city of about 65.000 habitants located in the West Macedonia at the north part of Greece.I'm here spending some of my summer time, hanging out with friends and preparing for my trip. In a few days I'm going to Thessaloniki where I study and live most of the year. Thessaloniki is a beautiful city placed by the sea (Thermaikos gulf in the Aegean Sea) and the best place in Greece for students, having everything someone wants and the convenience of not being a huge city. At 24 August I'm leaving Greece for 4 (at least months) and going to Vaasa, Finland as an exchange student.. hopefully having a &lt;em&gt;great&lt;/em&gt; time!&lt;br /&gt;Soon..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15256591-112369561407986784?l=the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/feeds/112369561407986784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15256591&amp;postID=112369561407986784&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256591/posts/default/112369561407986784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256591/posts/default/112369561407986784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/2005/08/here-i-am.html' title='Here I Am'/><author><name>Kid On High Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939999826500763706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l279/tsav_999/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15256591.post-112360219844057493</id><published>2005-08-09T18:41:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T18:43:18.440+03:00</updated><title type='text'>My first blog ever</title><content type='html'>This is the first time I ever blog something. I hope that&lt;br /&gt;I will find the time needed to post everything I like!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15256591-112360219844057493?l=the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/feeds/112360219844057493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15256591&amp;postID=112360219844057493&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256591/posts/default/112360219844057493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256591/posts/default/112360219844057493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-kids-are-on-high-street.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-first-blog-ever.html' title='My first blog ever'/><author><name>Kid On High Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939999826500763706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l279/tsav_999/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
