<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24268295</id><updated>2012-02-16T14:31:22.263-08:00</updated><category term='pictures'/><category term='ICE'/><category term='train rides'/><category term='football'/><category term='eurospoor 2007fotos'/><category term='eurospoor 2007'/><category term='Joel Jan'/><category term='train travel'/><title type='text'>mooie woorden -- beautiful words</title><subtitle type='html'>Hier een open record van Joel Jan Loenen's woorden, gedichten, verhalen, mooie zinnen...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooie-woorden.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24268295/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooie-woorden.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>rcloenen-ruiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11189637138470008526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oISqhBEayT4/SMZ_HmZzPHI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Zd86-ZWQIy4/S220/DSC00011.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24268295.post-3710613567775451577</id><published>2011-11-07T10:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T10:25:25.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reviving this blog</title><content type='html'>This is Joel's mom. Today, we revisited Joel's blog and rediscovered the words he had written when he was much younger. Joel is twelve years old at the writing of this entry. He turned twelve in October and is still in love with trains. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Joel can now write on this blog for himself, I am turning it over to him. He can write what he wants and he can post his own pictures. I look forward to reading the things he puts in it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24268295-3710613567775451577?l=mooie-woorden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooie-woorden.blogspot.com/feeds/3710613567775451577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24268295&amp;postID=3710613567775451577&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24268295/posts/default/3710613567775451577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24268295/posts/default/3710613567775451577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooie-woorden.blogspot.com/2011/11/reviving-this-blog.html' title='Reviving this blog'/><author><name>rcloenen-ruiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11189637138470008526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oISqhBEayT4/SMZ_HmZzPHI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Zd86-ZWQIy4/S220/DSC00011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24268295.post-3575380306205971152</id><published>2007-12-21T11:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T12:32:04.892-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ICE'/><title type='text'>een geregelde trein is een speesjaale trein</title><content type='html'>belangrijk nieuws ik heb een lego trein gekregen met een station erbij maar wat voor een trein. Een ICE trein! Natuurlijk en ik heb lego city gemaakt!&lt;br /&gt;Ok ook veel gewerkt! maar ja ik werk al sinds toen ik vier jaar was! nu ben ik al acht jaar, probeer te rekenen hoeveel jaren ik besta! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;groetjes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Important news:  I got a lego train with a station. And what a train.  An ICE train! Of course, and I have made lego city!  Ok, I've also worked hard.  But, I've been working since I was four!  Now, I am eight years old.  Figure out how long I've existed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;greetings,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;note:  this was written by Joel in Dutch. I've only done the translation for him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24268295-3575380306205971152?l=mooie-woorden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooie-woorden.blogspot.com/feeds/3575380306205971152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24268295&amp;postID=3575380306205971152&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24268295/posts/default/3575380306205971152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24268295/posts/default/3575380306205971152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooie-woorden.blogspot.com/2007/12/een-geregelde-trein-is-een-speesjaale.html' title='een geregelde trein is een speesjaale trein'/><author><name>rcloenen-ruiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11189637138470008526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oISqhBEayT4/SMZ_HmZzPHI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Zd86-ZWQIy4/S220/DSC00011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24268295.post-4980732878956292838</id><published>2007-11-26T05:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T05:59:13.236-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='train travel'/><title type='text'>coming close...</title><content type='html'>Mama's reserved a trip to Cologne.  We'll be travelling all the way from Bodegraven to Keulen and back again--first class.  I am excited because this will be my first time to go all the way to Germany on the ICE train. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expect pictures here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24268295-4980732878956292838?l=mooie-woorden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooie-woorden.blogspot.com/feeds/4980732878956292838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24268295&amp;postID=4980732878956292838&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24268295/posts/default/4980732878956292838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24268295/posts/default/4980732878956292838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooie-woorden.blogspot.com/2007/11/coming-close.html' title='coming close...'/><author><name>joeljan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16915551507807152958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24268295.post-2076324299428518374</id><published>2007-11-25T13:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T13:20:03.038-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This year, I turned eight.  My parents are giving me a new room.  I am getting a train room in the colors of the Nationale Spoorwegen.  Yellow and Blue.  For my birthday, Mama bought me a clock from the NS shop.  It's a really nice clock and I can't wait for my room to be ready so I can install my trains and put my collections on display. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I grow up, I want to work on the railroad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24268295-2076324299428518374?l=mooie-woorden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooie-woorden.blogspot.com/feeds/2076324299428518374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24268295&amp;postID=2076324299428518374&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24268295/posts/default/2076324299428518374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24268295/posts/default/2076324299428518374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooie-woorden.blogspot.com/2007/11/this-year-i-turned-eight.html' title=''/><author><name>joeljan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16915551507807152958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24268295.post-3211556000649714752</id><published>2007-11-25T13:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:03:47.673-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eurospoor 2007'/><title type='text'>more Eurospoor 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wYgtY9T43Mc/R0nmIu-5wVI/AAAAAAAAABk/Cat9YuRgBW4/s1600-h/P1010066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136889887717966162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wYgtY9T43Mc/R0nmIu-5wVI/AAAAAAAAABk/Cat9YuRgBW4/s320/P1010066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYgtY9T43Mc/R0nmJO-5wWI/AAAAAAAAABs/4ybCPBPwHWM/s1600-h/P1010046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136889896307900770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYgtY9T43Mc/R0nmJO-5wWI/AAAAAAAAABs/4ybCPBPwHWM/s320/P1010046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wYgtY9T43Mc/R0nmJu-5wXI/AAAAAAAAAB0/tdTjqWdH_0Q/s1600-h/P1010073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136889904897835378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wYgtY9T43Mc/R0nmJu-5wXI/AAAAAAAAAB0/tdTjqWdH_0Q/s320/P1010073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24268295-3211556000649714752?l=mooie-woorden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooie-woorden.blogspot.com/feeds/3211556000649714752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24268295&amp;postID=3211556000649714752&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24268295/posts/default/3211556000649714752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24268295/posts/default/3211556000649714752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooie-woorden.blogspot.com/2007/11/more-eurospoor-2007.html' title='more Eurospoor 2007'/><author><name>joeljan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16915551507807152958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wYgtY9T43Mc/R0nmIu-5wVI/AAAAAAAAABk/Cat9YuRgBW4/s72-c/P1010066.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24268295.post-7643488677598447372</id><published>2007-11-25T13:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:03:48.272-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eurospoor 2007fotos'/><title type='text'>Eurospoor 2007</title><content type='html'>And this year, I visited Eurospoor 2007 with my Dad.  Here are some fotos of trains and trains and yet more trains. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wYgtY9T43Mc/R0nk9e-5wRI/AAAAAAAAABE/330YT7kmH2k/s1600-h/P1010064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136888594932810002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wYgtY9T43Mc/R0nk9e-5wRI/AAAAAAAAABE/330YT7kmH2k/s320/P1010064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wYgtY9T43Mc/R0nk9--5wSI/AAAAAAAAABM/wPtdIUMgSLY/s1600-h/P1010048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136888603522744610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wYgtY9T43Mc/R0nk9--5wSI/AAAAAAAAABM/wPtdIUMgSLY/s320/P1010048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wYgtY9T43Mc/R0nk-e-5wTI/AAAAAAAAABU/owIEAWUgAuM/s1600-h/P1010049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136888612112679218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wYgtY9T43Mc/R0nk-e-5wTI/AAAAAAAAABU/owIEAWUgAuM/s320/P1010049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wYgtY9T43Mc/R0nk-u-5wUI/AAAAAAAAABc/L8XG7LFbxOM/s1600-h/P1010040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136888616407646530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wYgtY9T43Mc/R0nk-u-5wUI/AAAAAAAAABc/L8XG7LFbxOM/s320/P1010040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24268295-7643488677598447372?l=mooie-woorden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooie-woorden.blogspot.com/feeds/7643488677598447372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24268295&amp;postID=7643488677598447372&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24268295/posts/default/7643488677598447372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24268295/posts/default/7643488677598447372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooie-woorden.blogspot.com/2007/11/eurospoor-2007.html' title='Eurospoor 2007'/><author><name>joeljan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16915551507807152958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wYgtY9T43Mc/R0nk9e-5wRI/AAAAAAAAABE/330YT7kmH2k/s72-c/P1010064.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24268295.post-1809774947506313265</id><published>2007-11-22T00:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:03:48.763-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='football'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joel Jan'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Papa's putting his flying stuff up for sale.  This helmet was from when he used to go Hanggliding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wYgtY9T43Mc/R0VD3u-5wOI/AAAAAAAAAAs/IFHljbhN3Sw/s1600-h/P1010135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135585574869647586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wYgtY9T43Mc/R0VD3u-5wOI/AAAAAAAAAAs/IFHljbhN3Sw/s320/P1010135.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also play football for Rohda76.  My team is F-4.  I like football, but maybe next year I will play tennis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wYgtY9T43Mc/R0VD3--5wPI/AAAAAAAAAA0/7cTE4Y1unHM/s1600-h/DSC00398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135585579164614898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wYgtY9T43Mc/R0VD3--5wPI/AAAAAAAAAA0/7cTE4Y1unHM/s320/DSC00398.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Last year, I attended the Feyenoord football camp.  This year, we got free tickets to the Feyenoord vs. Willem II game.  I bought a Feyenoord kite.  One with two controllers.  It's a collector's item.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYgtY9T43Mc/R0VD4O-5wQI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Tj3fdo3h_DE/s1600-h/DSC00390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135585583459582210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYgtY9T43Mc/R0VD4O-5wQI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Tj3fdo3h_DE/s320/DSC00390.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be posting another story soon.  Mama has to translate it for me. It's in Dutch and it's about my brother Samuel and how I saved him from a kidnapper.  Then, I was already a trainman and Samuel was just a little boy, so he was lucky he had me as a big brother to rescue him from his archenemy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24268295-1809774947506313265?l=mooie-woorden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooie-woorden.blogspot.com/feeds/1809774947506313265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24268295&amp;postID=1809774947506313265&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24268295/posts/default/1809774947506313265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24268295/posts/default/1809774947506313265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooie-woorden.blogspot.com/2007/11/papas-putting-his-flying-stuff-up-for.html' title=''/><author><name>joeljan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16915551507807152958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wYgtY9T43Mc/R0VD3u-5wOI/AAAAAAAAAAs/IFHljbhN3Sw/s72-c/P1010135.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24268295.post-2269663977605054921</id><published>2007-10-31T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:03:49.517-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='train rides'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ICE'/><title type='text'>My trip on the ICE</title><content type='html'>This year, as part of my eighth birthday celebration, Papa took me on a train trip.  For the first time, I saw the ICE up close and I got to ride in it too.  Later this year, we'll be taking this train to Keulen to visit the Christmas Market (if all goes well).  Thanks to everyone who sent me lovely notes and cards on my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oISqhBEayT4/RyiKmrdr1-I/AAAAAAAAAGU/KlRtc4Wmngk/s1600-h/DSC00524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127500572868204514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oISqhBEayT4/RyiKmrdr1-I/AAAAAAAAAGU/KlRtc4Wmngk/s320/DSC00524.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oISqhBEayT4/RyiKp7dr1_I/AAAAAAAAAGc/FpBUHeDnLeg/s1600-h/DSC00523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127500628702779378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oISqhBEayT4/RyiKp7dr1_I/AAAAAAAAAGc/FpBUHeDnLeg/s320/DSC00523.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oISqhBEayT4/RyiKsLdr2AI/AAAAAAAAAGk/8Dnf4PDWC3w/s1600-h/DSC00526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127500667357485058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oISqhBEayT4/RyiKsLdr2AI/AAAAAAAAAGk/8Dnf4PDWC3w/s320/DSC00526.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oISqhBEayT4/RyiKvLdr2BI/AAAAAAAAAGs/DzTstYd6S44/s1600-h/DSC00528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127500718897092626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oISqhBEayT4/RyiKvLdr2BI/AAAAAAAAAGs/DzTstYd6S44/s320/DSC00528.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; See the landscape fly by in a blur...the ICE train can go as fast as 300 km. per hour.  That's fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oISqhBEayT4/RyiKxLdr2CI/AAAAAAAAAG0/a0xpgfrNU84/s1600-h/DSC00525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127500753256831010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oISqhBEayT4/RyiKxLdr2CI/AAAAAAAAAG0/a0xpgfrNU84/s320/DSC00525.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here I am...back in Utrecht.  This train is a nice train, but I still think the ICE is pretty cool.  Next year, I want to take a trip in the Thalys.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24268295-2269663977605054921?l=mooie-woorden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooie-woorden.blogspot.com/feeds/2269663977605054921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24268295&amp;postID=2269663977605054921&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24268295/posts/default/2269663977605054921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24268295/posts/default/2269663977605054921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooie-woorden.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-trip-on-ice.html' title='My trip on the ICE'/><author><name>rcloenen-ruiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11189637138470008526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oISqhBEayT4/SMZ_HmZzPHI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Zd86-ZWQIy4/S220/DSC00011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oISqhBEayT4/RyiKmrdr1-I/AAAAAAAAAGU/KlRtc4Wmngk/s72-c/DSC00524.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24268295.post-116367363028749595</id><published>2006-11-16T02:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T02:40:30.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>costume party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here I am.  Big Boss in Little Jail.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/901/2514/1600/prince%20of%20thieves.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/901/2514/320/prince%20of%20thieves.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;These are my fiercest henchmen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/901/2514/1600/P1010067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/901/2514/320/P1010067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here we all are, taking a break.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/901/2514/1600/P1010090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/901/2514/320/P1010090.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/24268295-116367363028749595?l=mooie-woorden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooie-woorden.blogspot.com/feeds/116367363028749595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24268295&amp;postID=116367363028749595&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24268295/posts/default/116367363028749595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24268295/posts/default/116367363028749595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooie-woorden.blogspot.com/2006/11/costume-party.html' title='costume party'/><author><name>rcloenen-ruiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11189637138470008526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oISqhBEayT4/SMZ_HmZzPHI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Zd86-ZWQIy4/S220/DSC00011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24268295.post-116341710500244396</id><published>2006-11-13T03:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T03:25:05.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>some pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/901/2514/1600/P1010047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/901/2514/320/P1010047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; My Birthday cake with a picture of a train.  I turned seven on the 28th of October and had a big feast. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/901/2514/1600/P1010044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/901/2514/320/P1010044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Mom and Dad gave me an Exo-force robot from Lego.  Here I am assembling Grand Titan with my Dad.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/901/2514/1600/grand%20titan%20in%20pieces.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/901/2514/320/grand%20titan%20in%20pieces.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grand Titan still in pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Trains&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/901/2514/1600/P1010038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/901/2514/320/P1010038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I got this NS locomotive from my Mom and Dad for my seventh birthday. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/901/2514/1600/P1010036.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/901/2514/320/P1010036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is my model ICE Train.  I saved for more than a year to be able to buy my own model ICE Train.  My next project is to save for a digital set.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/901/2514/1600/P1010035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/901/2514/320/P1010035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...more photos coming soon...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;...come back to see pictures of my visit to Eurospoor 2006...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;...and more photos of my seventh birthday...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24268295-116341710500244396?l=mooie-woorden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooie-woorden.blogspot.com/feeds/116341710500244396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24268295&amp;postID=116341710500244396&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24268295/posts/default/116341710500244396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24268295/posts/default/116341710500244396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooie-woorden.blogspot.com/2006/11/some-pictures.html' title='some pictures'/><author><name>rcloenen-ruiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11189637138470008526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oISqhBEayT4/SMZ_HmZzPHI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Zd86-ZWQIy4/S220/DSC00011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24268295.post-116280940084246355</id><published>2006-11-06T02:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T02:36:40.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Translation of Joel's Superchicken story -- part one</title><content type='html'>There was once a chicken who lived in a nice house, but the chicken did not know that his house was a hot air balloon and that it flew.  He also didn’t know that it was freezing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chicken cried:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Mom, Dad.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was too late, because the little chicken flew in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Where are we going to?” asked the little chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“To a restaurant,” said the chef.&lt;br /&gt; But the chicken came loose and he fluttered around and around and he bit into the balloon so that they fell down.  So, the chicken came free and was called, Superchicken! Superchicken!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Superchicken danced forwards, backwards, left and right.  And he clucked and he clucked and he crowed, and when he was done, he fell asleep because he was tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Superchicken went to his warm nest, but there were more hunters and they took Superchicken with them in a car to a restaurant wagon on the train.  But Superchicken used his beak and put a hole in the wheels of the car, and Superchicken was named, Super, super, superchicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sprung into a tree and saved a child in a superchicken stunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I am so strong,” he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For three nights, he fell asleep, and it begun to storm.  Everyone screamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oooo…a tornado.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They called Mr. Black, the policeman, and told him that the wind was headed in their direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Superchicken woke up and he saved everyone and he was called Superchicken to the tenth power. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Superchicken fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------end of part one-------------------------------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24268295-116280940084246355?l=mooie-woorden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooie-woorden.blogspot.com/feeds/116280940084246355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24268295&amp;postID=116280940084246355&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24268295/posts/default/116280940084246355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24268295/posts/default/116280940084246355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooie-woorden.blogspot.com/2006/11/translation-of-joels-superchicken.html' title='Translation of Joel&apos;s Superchicken story -- part one'/><author><name>rcloenen-ruiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11189637138470008526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oISqhBEayT4/SMZ_HmZzPHI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Zd86-ZWQIy4/S220/DSC00011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24268295.post-116280886018168206</id><published>2006-11-06T02:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T02:27:40.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Superchicken deel een</title><content type='html'>Hoi, ik ben Joel Jan en ik ben zeven jaar.  Ik heb een verhaal over Superchicken.  Het is in het Nederlands, dus Mama moet maar vertalen in Engels. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er was eens een kip die leefde in een leuk huisje maar de kip wist niet dat zijn huis een luchtballon was en dat het vloog.  Hij wist ook niet dat het vriesde. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De kip riep:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mammie, Pappie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maar het was te laat want de kleine kip vloog in de lucht.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waar gaan wij heen vroeg de kleine kip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naar een restaurant zei de chef.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maar de kip was losgekomen en hij fladderde en fladderde rond en hij beet in de ballon en ze vielen naar beneden.  En de kip was los en hij werd genoemd SUPERCHICKEN! SUPERCHICKEN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Superchicken danste vooruit, achteruit, links en rechts.  En hij tokte en hij tokte en hij schreeuwde maar rond, en toen die klaar was, viel hij in slaap want hij was moe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Superchicken ging naar zijn warme nest, maar er waren nog meer jagers en die namen Superchicken mee met de auto naar een restauratie wagon op de trein.  Maar Superchicken tokte de banden van de auto lek en superchicken was benoemde tot super, super, superchicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hij sprong in een boom en redden een kind in een superchicken actie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ik ben zo sterk, zei hij.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over drie nachten, viel hij in slaap en het begon te onweeren.  Iedereen schreeuwde...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooo...een tornado. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ze riepen Zwart de politieman en vertelde dat de wind kwam op hen af.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maar superchicken werd wakker en hij redden iedereen en hij werd genoemd superchicken tot the tiende power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En superchicken viel in slaap.&lt;eind&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24268295-116280886018168206?l=mooie-woorden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooie-woorden.blogspot.com/feeds/116280886018168206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24268295&amp;postID=116280886018168206&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24268295/posts/default/116280886018168206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24268295/posts/default/116280886018168206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooie-woorden.blogspot.com/2006/11/superchicken-deel-een.html' title='Superchicken deel een'/><author><name>rcloenen-ruiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11189637138470008526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oISqhBEayT4/SMZ_HmZzPHI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Zd86-ZWQIy4/S220/DSC00011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24268295.post-114916632570416841</id><published>2006-06-01T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T05:52:05.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Joel's hay(na)ku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blauwe zon weerspiegelt&lt;br /&gt;drie vechtende&lt;br /&gt;draken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue sun reflects&lt;br /&gt;three fighting&lt;br /&gt;dragons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kom je bij&lt;br /&gt;mij koffie&lt;br /&gt;drinken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come visit me&lt;br /&gt;have some&lt;br /&gt;coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben lekker bezig&lt;br /&gt;met Patty&lt;br /&gt;fysiotherapy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ik vraag me&lt;br /&gt;af waarom&lt;br /&gt;maar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toch&lt;br /&gt;vind ik&lt;br /&gt;het heel leuk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kijk naar de blauwe zon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am taking Physiotheraphy with Patty. I wonder why, but still I like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the blue sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother's note: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me why, but Joel seems to like having a blue sun instead of a yellow one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite surprised to discover how concentrated and determined Joel can be when he sets his mind to a task.  It's amazing to see him at work.  Drawing two arrows crossed over each other was difficult for him, but he kept going until he was satisfied he had it right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patty says, Joel's concentration amazes her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And like all his other teachers, she thinks he doesn't talk like a kid his age.  But maybe that comes from living among grown-ups...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24268295-114916632570416841?l=mooie-woorden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooie-woorden.blogspot.com/feeds/114916632570416841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24268295&amp;postID=114916632570416841&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24268295/posts/default/114916632570416841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24268295/posts/default/114916632570416841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooie-woorden.blogspot.com/2006/06/joels-haynaku-blauwe-zon-weerspiegelt.html' title=''/><author><name>rcloenen-ruiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11189637138470008526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oISqhBEayT4/SMZ_HmZzPHI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Zd86-ZWQIy4/S220/DSC00011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24268295.post-114734448534182952</id><published>2006-05-11T03:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T03:48:05.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Joel watching clouds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Kijk, daar&lt;br /&gt;een wolk&lt;br /&gt;het lijkt&lt;br /&gt;op een vis.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, there&lt;br /&gt;that cloud&lt;br /&gt;looks like&lt;br /&gt;a fish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(en daar&lt;br /&gt;een stukje&lt;br /&gt;hemel&lt;br /&gt;zo wit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there&lt;br /&gt;that patch&lt;br /&gt;of sky&lt;br /&gt;the white&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(net een draak)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like a&lt;br /&gt;dragon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(een draakvis. ) (ha, ha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; a dragonfish&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24268295-114734448534182952?l=mooie-woorden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooie-woorden.blogspot.com/feeds/114734448534182952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24268295&amp;postID=114734448534182952&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24268295/posts/default/114734448534182952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24268295/posts/default/114734448534182952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooie-woorden.blogspot.com/2006/05/joel-watching-clouds-kijk-daar-een.html' title=''/><author><name>rcloenen-ruiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11189637138470008526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oISqhBEayT4/SMZ_HmZzPHI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Zd86-ZWQIy4/S220/DSC00011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24268295.post-114694067747735289</id><published>2006-05-06T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T11:37:57.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hier een liedje tussen verhaal een en twee....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kijk altijd uit voor de bommen&lt;br /&gt;want anders ga jij te pletter, rom-bom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dat willen wij niet hebben&lt;br /&gt;dus blijf maar lekker thuis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wij willen geen oorlog hebben&lt;br /&gt;wij willen niet that rom-bom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Als er oorlog is&lt;br /&gt;is dat gevaarlijk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gelukkig is de Here God sterker&lt;br /&gt;dan de luchtmacht...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24268295-114694067747735289?l=mooie-woorden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooie-woorden.blogspot.com/feeds/114694067747735289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24268295&amp;postID=114694067747735289&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24268295/posts/default/114694067747735289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24268295/posts/default/114694067747735289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooie-woorden.blogspot.com/2006/05/hier-een-liedje-tussen-verhaal-een-en.html' title=''/><author><name>rcloenen-ruiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11189637138470008526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oISqhBEayT4/SMZ_HmZzPHI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Zd86-ZWQIy4/S220/DSC00011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24268295.post-114694014716607253</id><published>2006-05-06T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T11:33:56.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It has been sometime in between my other stories and this new story about a helicopter. In the meantime, I've been very, very busy. Being six is not easy. I have to go to school all day. And this week, we had a short holiday so I went to visit my Auntie and my cousin in their vacation home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I visited the Aviodrome and got a new helicopter. So this story is about a Helicopter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was once an old army helicopter, and he worked by an old army base. His rotor was destroyed and so he could no longer use them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had to go to a museum. A truck came to the military base to take the helicopter to the museum where all the children came to have a look at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the night, there was a meeting where all the children could come and have a look at all the airplanes and the helicopters. All the children came and sat around the old army helicopter and he thought they were going to use him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they took off his guns and canons and sent him back again to the military base. He was made to stay in the military base until a new helicopter came that they could use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, all the people came to have a look at the old army helicopter, but then there came a huge earthquake and the walls broke in two. A military tank had bumped into the museum by accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the military helicopter was sent for. They asked him if he could come and work for them again. And he was very, very happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stayed for three nights in the military base and he was allowed to fly again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************&lt;br /&gt;Er was eens een oude leger helicopter en hij werkte bij een oude leger basis. Zijn wieken waren kapot en dus kon hij niet meer vliegen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hij moest naar een museum. Er kwam een truck naar de military basis om de helicopter te brengen naar de museum waar de kinderen hem konden bekijken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In de nacht was er een vergadering.  Alle kinderen kwamen om te kijken naar de vliegtuigen en de helicopters.   Alle kinderen gingen zitten rond de oude helicopter en hij dacht dat ze hem kwamen gebruiken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maar ze namen zijn kanonen af, en sturden him terug naar de militaire basis.  Hij moest daar blijven tot een nieuwe helikopter kwam die ze konden gebruiken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De volgende dag kwamen alle mensen om de helicopter te bekijken.  Er was een grote schock en de muren braken in tweeen.  Een militaire tank had per ongeluk tegen de muur gebotst&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dus gingen ze vragen of de helikopter nog een keer voor hen wilde werken en de oude helikopter was heel erg blij.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hij bleef voor drie nachten in de militaire basis en hij mocht rond vliegen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24268295-114694014716607253?l=mooie-woorden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooie-woorden.blogspot.com/feeds/114694014716607253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24268295&amp;postID=114694014716607253&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24268295/posts/default/114694014716607253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24268295/posts/default/114694014716607253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooie-woorden.blogspot.com/2006/05/it-has-been-sometime-in-between-my.html' title=''/><author><name>rcloenen-ruiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11189637138470008526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oISqhBEayT4/SMZ_HmZzPHI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Zd86-ZWQIy4/S220/DSC00011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24268295.post-114564886153609245</id><published>2006-04-21T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T12:47:41.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>joel's solution to poverty</title><content type='html'>( I am working on a collaboration with my Mama.  I thought about some solutions to poverty and Mama is writing a poem about it. Here is a bit of an excerpt. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someday, I will build machines that make toys instead of guns, and when I am president, I'll transform military copters into distributing machines carrying food, clothing, toys and furniture to people in poor countries. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's something Mama wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He'll make robots&lt;br /&gt;cash machines&lt;br /&gt;invent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;money&lt;br /&gt;transfigure air&lt;br /&gt;with his touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wave his hand&lt;br /&gt;to create&lt;br /&gt;prosperity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;simple&lt;br /&gt;so simple&lt;br /&gt;at this age&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing&lt;br /&gt;is impossible&lt;br /&gt;no dream unattainable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he can be&lt;br /&gt;he can&lt;br /&gt;be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all he wants&lt;br /&gt;he dreams&lt;br /&gt;imagines...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( it's not yet finished.  We will post it here or somewhere else when it is done.)  Thanks for visiting my blog.  I will write another story soon.   And to my Uncle JJ, if you have time to look for a gameboy game for me, that will be nice.  Give my kisses to my cousin Siobhan.  I am bringing her a doll and plenty of things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24268295-114564886153609245?l=mooie-woorden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooie-woorden.blogspot.com/feeds/114564886153609245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24268295&amp;postID=114564886153609245&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24268295/posts/default/114564886153609245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24268295/posts/default/114564886153609245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooie-woorden.blogspot.com/2006/04/joels-solution-to-poverty.html' title='joel&apos;s solution to poverty'/><author><name>rcloenen-ruiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11189637138470008526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oISqhBEayT4/SMZ_HmZzPHI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Zd86-ZWQIy4/S220/DSC00011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24268295.post-114331538980438809</id><published>2006-03-25T11:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T11:07:04.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joel's Woorden</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Joel’s&lt;br /&gt;Lieveling’s woorden&lt;br /&gt;Spoorwegmuseum, vliegtuigen, metro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treinen.&lt;br /&gt;De uitvinding&lt;br /&gt;deze week, een&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;auto&lt;br /&gt;Alle kilometers&lt;br /&gt;Per uur kan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kan&lt;br /&gt;Vuur stralen&lt;br /&gt;Kan over water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prachtig!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ik hou me&lt;br /&gt;Aan mijn&lt;br /&gt;Belofte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Niemand&lt;br /&gt;Slaan, en&lt;br /&gt;Niet meer boeren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ik hou me&lt;br /&gt;Aan deze&lt;br /&gt;Woorden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tot ziens!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;**************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Joel's Song ( in English)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Always better --- tiw—tiw&lt;br /&gt;That is my job – tiw-tiw&lt;br /&gt;Always better – tiw--tiw&lt;br /&gt;That is my job – tiw—tiw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are good&lt;br /&gt;I am good&lt;br /&gt;Yes-yes-yes&lt;br /&gt;I am good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are strong&lt;br /&gt;I am strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are better – tiw-tiw ( 2x)&lt;br /&gt;You are good -- tiw-tiw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s my job – tiw-tiw (2x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always better (2x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s my job (2x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always better – tiw-tiw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;by Joel Jan Loenen &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24268295-114331538980438809?l=mooie-woorden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooie-woorden.blogspot.com/feeds/114331538980438809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24268295&amp;postID=114331538980438809&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24268295/posts/default/114331538980438809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24268295/posts/default/114331538980438809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooie-woorden.blogspot.com/2006/03/joels-woorden.html' title='Joel&apos;s Woorden'/><author><name>rcloenen-ruiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11189637138470008526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oISqhBEayT4/SMZ_HmZzPHI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Zd86-ZWQIy4/S220/DSC00011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24268295.post-114320510261319051</id><published>2006-03-24T04:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T04:58:22.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Joel zegt:  Bedankt voor jullie bezoek op mijn blog.  Als jullie willen, mogen jullie een kopje koffie bij mij komen drinken.  Bedankt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joel says:  Thank you for visiting my blog.  If you wish, you may come and drink a cup of coffee with me.  Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24268295-114320510261319051?l=mooie-woorden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooie-woorden.blogspot.com/feeds/114320510261319051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24268295&amp;postID=114320510261319051&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24268295/posts/default/114320510261319051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24268295/posts/default/114320510261319051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooie-woorden.blogspot.com/2006/03/joel-zegt-bedankt-voor-jullie-bezoek.html' title=''/><author><name>rcloenen-ruiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11189637138470008526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oISqhBEayT4/SMZ_HmZzPHI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Zd86-ZWQIy4/S220/DSC00011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24268295.post-114320503777511434</id><published>2006-03-24T04:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T04:57:17.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Part Two – Joel’s Rainbow World</title><content type='html'>That morning in Rainbow Land, God the father stood up because it was time to wake up and go to church.  The Lord God was allowed to preach because he was the Lord God and he lived in the temple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a beautiful temple.  It gleamed with gold and the old builders built the temple long ago in 1978 and when Joel wrote this story, Joel lived on a rocket station and he was prepared to reach Rainbow Land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he sat in the temple, it began to storm with lightning and thunder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord God could not preach, so he said, “I’m going outside to tell the lightning and thunder to stop.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that’s what he did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there was an evil person and he wanted to hurt the Lord God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the Lord God was more powerful than the evil person and he changed the bad person into a good person. So, the good person became a builder and he was allowed to join the reserve builders team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s how it happened.  The reserve army of builders assumed that they had to work.  They made a very big barn to keep all of the Lord God’s things in.  Huge bikes, autos and one thing the Lord God loved so much, the clouds and a shirt made out of clouds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the Lord Jesus was with the Lord God in the Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, an old priest arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord God on his throne, asked what the priest wanted, and the priest begged for a blessing and the priest got a blessing and all the people stood and watched when he received the blessing.  Now that he was blessed, all the people looked at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, it rained and everyone was wet in Rainbow Land, so Jesus assumed that he would eat in the auto with the Lord God.  Someone thought of a very good plan.  It was an old boy and the old boy said, Why don’t we make a camping tent for the Lord God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord God thought that was a good plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They built and built and built.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, they were both satisfied with the tent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24268295-114320503777511434?l=mooie-woorden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooie-woorden.blogspot.com/feeds/114320503777511434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24268295&amp;postID=114320503777511434&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24268295/posts/default/114320503777511434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24268295/posts/default/114320503777511434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooie-woorden.blogspot.com/2006/03/part-two-joels-rainbow-world.html' title='Part Two – Joel’s Rainbow World'/><author><name>rcloenen-ruiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11189637138470008526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oISqhBEayT4/SMZ_HmZzPHI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Zd86-ZWQIy4/S220/DSC00011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24268295.post-114320501552303896</id><published>2006-03-24T04:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T04:56:55.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deel Twee -- Joel's Regenboog Land</title><content type='html'>Deel Twee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Die ochtend in regenboog land ging de Here God opstaan en op die dag was het tijd om op te staan en naar de kerk te gaan. De Here God mocht preken want hij was de Here God en hij woonde in de tempel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Het was een mooie tempel, het glansde van goud, en de eerste oude bouwvakers bouwde de tempel in 1978 en toen op de tijd dat Joel dit verhaal heeft geschreven dacht Joel met zijn racket station dat was op een hoge storm, bereid om regenboog land te bereiken. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Op die tijd dat hij in de tempel zat begon het te donderen en te bliksemen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De Here God kon niet preken, dus hij zei, ik ga naar buiten en ik vertel de donder en bliksem dat zij moeten stoppen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En dat gebeurde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maar er was een slechterik en die wou de Here God pijn doen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maar de Here God was nog machtiger dan de slechterik en hij ging de slechterik in een goederik.  En de goederik is een nieuwe bouwvaker geworden die bij de reserve bouwvakers team mocht komen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zo was het gebeurd.  De reserve leger van de bouwvakers gingen vanuit dat er gewerkt moest worden.  Ze gingen een hele grote schuur maken om alle spullen van de Here God te doen, alle enorme fietsen, de autos, en nog een ding die de Here God zo van hield, de wolken en de wolken shirt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En de Here Jezus met de Here God was er mee eens in de Hemel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Op een dag kwam er een oude priester&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De Here God op zijn troon vroeg wat de priester wou  en de priester smeekte om zegen en de priester kreeg een zegen en alle mensen stonden te kijken toen hij de zegen had.  Nu dat hij gezegend was, keek alle mensen naar hem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Op een dag ging het regenen en iedereen werd nat in regenboog land, dus ging Jezus daarvanuit met de Here God dat ze gingen eten in een auto, en toen, had iemand een heel goed plannetje bedacht.  Het was een hele oude jongen en de jongen zei.  Waarom zouden wij geen kampeertent maken voor de Here God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De Here God vond dat een goed plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ze gingen bouwen en bouwen en bouwen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toen waren ze allebei tevreden met de tent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24268295-114320501552303896?l=mooie-woorden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooie-woorden.blogspot.com/feeds/114320501552303896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24268295&amp;postID=114320501552303896&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24268295/posts/default/114320501552303896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24268295/posts/default/114320501552303896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooie-woorden.blogspot.com/2006/03/deel-twee-joels-regenboog-land.html' title='Deel Twee -- Joel&apos;s Regenboog Land'/><author><name>rcloenen-ruiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11189637138470008526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oISqhBEayT4/SMZ_HmZzPHI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Zd86-ZWQIy4/S220/DSC00011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24268295.post-114301035140879192</id><published>2006-03-21T22:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T22:52:31.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lente in Regenboog Land</title><content type='html'>Lente in Regenboog Land&lt;br /&gt;door Joel Jan Loenen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Op een dag in Regenboogland, was er alweer iets ontkomen.  Er was een man doodgegaan.  Hij was goed, dus hij ging naar de Hemel toe.  Toen sloeg het noodweer toe.  Het ging regenen en regenen en de Here God zij dat al de mensen naar binnen moest gaan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In een Regenboog verblijf moesten de mensen binnengaan want hun huizen waren te ver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er kwam een onweer en de laatste van de bloemen viel dood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Nou,” zei de Here God, “ik ga naar binnen en ik ga slapen.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toen de Here God naar binnenging, gingen alle struiken vol bloemen in Regenboogland dood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Komen jullie, bolletje&lt;br /&gt;Komen jullie, krokusje&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dat zongen de anderen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Krokus bolletje&lt;br /&gt;Blijf maar in je holletje&lt;br /&gt;Anders word we nat&lt;br /&gt;En dan ga je dood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omdat het zo’n herrie was, kwamen de krokus bollen weer tot leven.  De mensen gingen hun gitaars pakken en ze gingen zingen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maar de Here God ging uit het huis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alleen de Here God was de sterkste, en de Here God maakte de bloemetjes weer levend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24268295-114301035140879192?l=mooie-woorden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooie-woorden.blogspot.com/feeds/114301035140879192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24268295&amp;postID=114301035140879192&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24268295/posts/default/114301035140879192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24268295/posts/default/114301035140879192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooie-woorden.blogspot.com/2006/03/lente-in-regenboog-land.html' title='Lente in Regenboog Land'/><author><name>rcloenen-ruiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11189637138470008526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oISqhBEayT4/SMZ_HmZzPHI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Zd86-ZWQIy4/S220/DSC00011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24268295.post-114301015514351556</id><published>2006-03-21T22:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T22:53:12.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joel's Droom</title><content type='html'>Hier vertelt Joel over een droom hij heeft gehad:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joel’s Droom – Thomas de Trein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Door Joel Jan Loenen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Op een dag was Thomas aan het rijden met wagonen waar planken in zaten, en die planken moesten naar de houtzagerij. Toen Thomas het trok, kwam Gordon eraan met de sneltrein, en Henry kwam ook voorbij met de trein met allemaal vervoer. Percy was ook aan het duwen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toen, het afgelopen was, ging Gordon samen met Henry de hele zware trein trekken. De spullen die in de trein zaten van Henry en Gordon waren belangrijk. Er zaten allemaal stalen planken in de lange wagonen en in de korte wagonen zaten klein hout voor brandhout en in andere wagonen zaten eten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toen kwam Percy daaraan, en toen was het heel druk op het spoor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toen het avond werd, was het heel laat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24268295-114301015514351556?l=mooie-woorden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooie-woorden.blogspot.com/feeds/114301015514351556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24268295&amp;postID=114301015514351556&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24268295/posts/default/114301015514351556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24268295/posts/default/114301015514351556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooie-woorden.blogspot.com/2006/03/joels-droom.html' title='Joel&apos;s Droom'/><author><name>rcloenen-ruiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11189637138470008526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oISqhBEayT4/SMZ_HmZzPHI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Zd86-ZWQIy4/S220/DSC00011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24268295.post-114294241186443407</id><published>2006-03-21T03:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T04:00:11.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Translation</title><content type='html'>The Angry Giant and the Dwarf&lt;br /&gt;by Joel Jan Loenen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, the giant went on a walk.  Suddenly, he thought that he wanted to play with the dwarf.  So, he went to Dwarf's house and knocked as hard as he could on the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dwarf opened the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hallo," said the Dwarf. "How are you, Giant?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"May I play with you?" asked the Giant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Dwarf said, "No.  I have to wash the windows and I have to paint the walls of my house.  I have to vacuum and I have to clean the chimney and then I have to bake a delicious cake."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And what else?" asked the Giant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I want to make food for all the dwarf children."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And," said the Giant. "Is it now down?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No," said the Dwarf.  "I have to set the table because Grandpa and Grandma are coming.  I have to stay here for the children because one of them is having a birthday and I have to decorate everything and prepare a present."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ok," said the Giant.  "I'll come back tomorrow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning, Giant ran to Dwarf's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ok," said the Dwarf.  "I'll do what I promised.  You may play with me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when they went to play with the train inside his home, the little boy came and said:&lt;br /&gt;"I want the Giant to go away because he makes so much noise."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now I am being sent away," said the Giant.  "I'll just go and read my Donald Duck book."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was angry, and so he just went away and read a book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24268295-114294241186443407?l=mooie-woorden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooie-woorden.blogspot.com/feeds/114294241186443407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24268295&amp;postID=114294241186443407&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24268295/posts/default/114294241186443407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24268295/posts/default/114294241186443407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooie-woorden.blogspot.com/2006/03/translation.html' title='Translation'/><author><name>rcloenen-ruiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11189637138470008526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oISqhBEayT4/SMZ_HmZzPHI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Zd86-ZWQIy4/S220/DSC00011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24268295.post-114294182154468676</id><published>2006-03-21T03:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T03:50:21.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>De Boze Reus en Het Kaboutertje&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Door Joel Jan Loenen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Op een dag ging de reus uit wandelen. Opeens dacht hij dat hij met de kabouter wou spelen.  Toen hij naar Kabouter zijn huis ging, klopte hij zo hard als hij kon op de deur. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De Kabouter deed open. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hallo,” zei Kabouter.  “Hoe gaat het met je Reus?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Mag ik met je spelen?” vroeg de Reus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maar de Kabouter zei, “Nee.  Ik moet nog de ramen zemen, en de muur van mijn paddestoeltje een nieuwe kleur geven, en ik moet nog stofzuigen, en ik moet nog de schoorsteen vegen, en ik moet ook nog een lekkere taart bakken.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“En wat nog meer?” vroeg de Reus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ik wou nog eten maken voor de kabouter kindertjes.”&lt;br /&gt;“En,” zei de Reus. “Is het nu afgelopen?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Nee,” zei kabouter.  “Ik moet nog de tafel deken want de Opa en Oma komen.  Ik moet hier blijven voor de kinderen want een van hun is jarig en ik moet nog alles versieren en een kado klaarmaken.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ok,” zei de Reus.  “Dan kom ik morgen maar weer.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toen het ochtend was, ging de Reus rennend naar de kabouter toe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ok,” zei de kabouter.  “ik doe wat ik je beloofd hebt.  Je mag met mij spelen.”Maar, toen zij gingen spelen met de trein in het paddestoeltje, kwam het kleine jongetje zeggen:  “Ik wil zo graag dat Reus weggaat want hij maakt zoveel lawaai.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Nou werd ik weggestuurd,” zei de Reus. “Ik ga maar in mijn Donald Duck boekje kijken.”&lt;br /&gt; Hij was wel boos, dus hij ging het boekje maar lezen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24268295-114294182154468676?l=mooie-woorden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooie-woorden.blogspot.com/feeds/114294182154468676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24268295&amp;postID=114294182154468676&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24268295/posts/default/114294182154468676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24268295/posts/default/114294182154468676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooie-woorden.blogspot.com/2006/03/de-boze-reus-en-het-kaboutertje-door.html' title=''/><author><name>rcloenen-ruiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11189637138470008526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oISqhBEayT4/SMZ_HmZzPHI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Zd86-ZWQIy4/S220/DSC00011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24268295.post-114277198743157420</id><published>2006-03-19T04:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T04:39:47.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Translation:  Joel's Rainbow World</title><content type='html'>Portals to another World&lt;br /&gt;by Joel Jan Loenen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joel and Papa are drawing. Joel draws a colorful arch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a beautiful rainbow, says Papa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Joel says.  I'm going to draw another and yet another.  These are the portals to another world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody knows that rainbows mark the entrance to Joel's Rainbow World.  Through the rainbow portals, a world filled with fantastic things awaits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here, fairies dance.  Unicorns, galactic dogs, stars dressed in the clothes of humans, vanished and found giant space ships all have their home here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make bright red rainbows, Joel says.  I love bright colored rainbows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here in Rainbow land, God the father can play hide-and-seek.  There, he can become as tiny as he wishes or as big as he wishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's make rainbows with other colors, Papa says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, says Joel.  That's beautiful too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the animals in Joel's Rainbow World think the rainbow portals are absolutely beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about an orange rainbow?  Papa asks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good, says Joel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone loves it in Rainbow World.  Here is God the father who tries to hide his long ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long ear?  What's that?  Asks Mama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is God's ear, Joel says.  Of course, he has to have long ears so that he can hear all the prayers of everyone in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm now going to paint rainbow waves, says Joel.  Rainbow waves are pretty.  They make the land beautiful.  Blue clouds and a blue sun float in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A blue sun?  Asks Papa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, says Joel.  Paint a blue sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa paints a blue sun with blue beams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you also put in the people who are dead and who have gone to live with God in Heaven? Joel asks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa makes marks on the paper.  Marks that point the way to Joel's Rainbow land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, says Joel.  Now, everything is beautiful in Rainbow land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Write your name, says Papa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J- says Joel&lt;br /&gt;O&lt;br /&gt;E&lt;br /&gt;L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, that's beautiful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you liked my story, please let me know.  My email address is janchie AT wanadoo.nl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24268295-114277198743157420?l=mooie-woorden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooie-woorden.blogspot.com/feeds/114277198743157420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24268295&amp;postID=114277198743157420&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24268295/posts/default/114277198743157420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24268295/posts/default/114277198743157420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooie-woorden.blogspot.com/2006/03/translation-joels-rainbow-world.html' title='Translation:  Joel&apos;s Rainbow World'/><author><name>rcloenen-ruiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11189637138470008526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oISqhBEayT4/SMZ_HmZzPHI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Zd86-ZWQIy4/S220/DSC00011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24268295.post-114262615927438940</id><published>2006-03-17T12:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T12:25:41.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Port Naar Een Andere Wereld -- Joel's Regenboog Land</title><content type='html'>Port naar een andere wereld&lt;br /&gt;Door Joel Jan Loenen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joel en Papa zijn samen aan het tekenen. Joel tekent een boog vol kleuren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wat een mooi regenboog zegt Papa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ja, zegt Joel. Ik ga nog een en weer nog een tekenen. Dat zijn de poorten naar een andere wereld.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iedereen weet dat drie regenbogen zijn tekens van de port naar Joel’s Regenboog wereld. Door de regenboog porten wacht een wereld vol fantastische dingen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daar dansen de feeen, de eenhornen, galactische honden, sterren in de kleren van mensen en verdwenen en weer gevonden reuzen ruimte schepen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maak fele rode regenbogen, zei Joel. Regenbogen in fele kleuren vind ik mooi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hier in regenboog land kan ook de Here God verstoppertje gaan spelen. Daar kan hij piepklein worden als hij wil en daar kan hij ook weer groot worden als hij dat wil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wij gaan nu regenbogen van andere kleuren maken zegt Papa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, zegt Joel. Dat is ook mooi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De dieren in Joel’s wereld vinden de regenboog porten prachtig mooi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wat vind jij van een oranje regenboog, zegt Papa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mooi, zegt Joel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iedereen vind het fijn in Regenboog wereld. Hier is de Here God die de lange oor verstopt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lange oor? Wat is dat dan? Vraagt Mama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dat is de Here God zijn oor zegt Joel. Hij heeft natuurlijk lange oren omdat hij moet iedereen kunnen horen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ik ga nu regenboog golfjes aan elkaar doen, zegt Joel. Regenboog golfjes zijn heel leuk, zo werd het land heel mooi, en in de lucht zetten wij blauwe wolken en ook een blauwe zon die af en toe tevoorschijn komt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Een blauwe zon? Vraagt Papa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ja, zegt Joel. Teken jij de blauwe zon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa tekent een blauwe zon met blauwe stralen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maak jij ook de mensen die dood zijn en die nu in de hemel wonen bij de Here God? Vraagt Joel.Papa maakt tekens op het papier, op het kaartje dat wijst de weg naar Joel’s Regenboog land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zo, zegt Joel, nu is het mooi in Regenboog land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teken je naam erop zegt Papa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J – doet Joel&lt;br /&gt;O&lt;br /&gt;E&lt;br /&gt;L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joel, zegt hij.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu is dat mooi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;als jij dit verhaal mooi vindt, stuur een mailtje naar mij: janchie AT wanadoo.nl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24268295-114262615927438940?l=mooie-woorden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooie-woorden.blogspot.com/feeds/114262615927438940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24268295&amp;postID=114262615927438940&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24268295/posts/default/114262615927438940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24268295/posts/default/114262615927438940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooie-woorden.blogspot.com/2006/03/port-naar-een-andere-wereld-joels.html' title='Port Naar Een Andere Wereld -- Joel&apos;s Regenboog Land'/><author><name>rcloenen-ruiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11189637138470008526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oISqhBEayT4/SMZ_HmZzPHI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Zd86-ZWQIy4/S220/DSC00011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24268295.post-114262592077832144</id><published>2006-03-17T12:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T12:05:20.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eerste dag, Nederlands&lt;br /&gt;tweede dag&lt;br /&gt;Engels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zo gaat de&lt;br /&gt;vertaling van&lt;br /&gt;Joeljan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day, Dutch&lt;br /&gt;second day&lt;br /&gt;English&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is how&lt;br /&gt;translation goes&lt;br /&gt;Joeljan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24268295-114262592077832144?l=mooie-woorden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooie-woorden.blogspot.com/feeds/114262592077832144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24268295&amp;postID=114262592077832144&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24268295/posts/default/114262592077832144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24268295/posts/default/114262592077832144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooie-woorden.blogspot.com/2006/03/eerste-dag-nederlands-tweede-dag.html' title=''/><author><name>rcloenen-ruiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11189637138470008526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oISqhBEayT4/SMZ_HmZzPHI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Zd86-ZWQIy4/S220/DSC00011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24268295.post-114262539676233049</id><published>2006-03-17T11:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T05:10:42.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'>mooie word nummer een -- beautiful word number one</title><content type='html'>Hoofd Baggage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Hoofd Baggage is baggage dat je in je hoofd draagt. Dat zijn ideen -- Joel Jan Loenen's eigen beschrijving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Head Baggage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Head baggage is baggage you carry in your head. Those are ideas -- Joel Jan's description of&lt;br /&gt;this word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De Ijstrein&lt;br /&gt;door Joel Jan Loenen&lt;br /&gt;( gepubliceered in Popcorn van de Nederlands Dagblad)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De ijs-ijs-ijs trein&lt;br /&gt;vertrekt voor ijsland-land-land&lt;br /&gt;het vertrekt nu-nu-nu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blaas-blaas-blaas&lt;br /&gt;op je fluit-fluit-fluit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ga-ga-ga&lt;br /&gt;station chef-chef-chef&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Herhaling-haling-haling&lt;br /&gt;De ijs trein- trein- trein&lt;br /&gt;is terug-rug-rug&lt;br /&gt;van ijsland-land-landDe koningin is aan boord-boord-boord.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24268295-114262539676233049?l=mooie-woorden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooie-woorden.blogspot.com/feeds/114262539676233049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24268295&amp;postID=114262539676233049&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24268295/posts/default/114262539676233049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24268295/posts/default/114262539676233049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooie-woorden.blogspot.com/2006/03/mooie-word-nummer-een-beautiful-word.html' title='mooie word nummer een -- beautiful word number one'/><author><name>rcloenen-ruiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11189637138470008526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oISqhBEayT4/SMZ_HmZzPHI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Zd86-ZWQIy4/S220/DSC00011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24268295.post-114262495470607821</id><published>2006-03-17T11:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T11:49:14.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>mijn eigen blog</title><content type='html'>Ik vond dat ik een eigen blog ook mag hebben.  Ik ben zes jaar en ik schrijf verhalen en gedichten.  Deze jaar ben ik voor het eerst gepubliceered in het Nederlands Dagblad.  Dat was met de Kinderdichter's Dag.  Van Sophia Geuus kreeg ik een boek als prijs voor mijn ijstrein gedicht.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ik heb heel veel verhalen en ik oefen elke dag met schrijven.  Op een dag wil ik ook gepubliceerd worden, net als mijn Mama.  Ik wil dat alle mensen in de hele wereld mijn verhalen gaan lezen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ik kan nog niet zelf typen, ik zit in groep twee, dus moet Mama mijn verhalen typen terwijl ik doe dictee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ik hoop dat jullie van mijn blog genieten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to have my own blog.  I am six years old and I write stories and poetry.  My first poem was published in Nederlands Dagblad during the Children's poetry day.  I got a book as a prize from Popcorn Editor, Sophia Geuus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have many stories and I practice my words everyday.  One day, I want to be published like my mom.  I want people all over the world to read my stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot type for myself, I am in the first grade, so my Mom has to type the stories I dictate.  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