tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-77041535489056049412024-03-05T22:03:06.009+01:00Kids made of stardustThe Stardust kidshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11217190063844482082noreply@blogger.comBlogger19125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704153548905604941.post-51529363122200288952010-08-16T03:42:00.006+02:002010-08-16T22:14:55.682+02:00Friday i'm inloveI thougt it was time too make my second apperence ( Well the truth is i got yelled at because i didnt blogg enough). The topic i've chosen is :Love<br /><br />You know that joyfull, bubly,fluffy feeling you get when you're inlove...Well i'ts crap! The most importante ting i've learned is that feelings like such, is all in your mind. If you work on it long enough, you can manage too hide it and slowly kill it over the years.<br /><img src="file:///C:/Users/Alexander/Desktop/Moon.jpg" alt="" /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-p4xznppOdNsYk_E3g6-oRw8mmQyf228V_mCvAg7WURuVwNyEKHcHqMej7W8gE6QlmOAEYLS7biKOKt4X2ldV9XJivsjjwUPHOh4Ys2tcA76lT9Yr9pBuq1P9_z281FunUlYmbG1npWw/s1600/Moon.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-p4xznppOdNsYk_E3g6-oRw8mmQyf228V_mCvAg7WURuVwNyEKHcHqMej7W8gE6QlmOAEYLS7biKOKt4X2ldV9XJivsjjwUPHOh4Ys2tcA76lT9Yr9pBuq1P9_z281FunUlYmbG1npWw/s320/Moon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505824523873479042" border="0" /></a><br />I was i big fan of that thougt, untill i met this guy. I never belived in love, i hated people who were INlove and felt like punching them silly. How could one guy change all that? How could one guy be so beutiful, so caering, so loveable all at once? I'm surprised at myself, I've become one the people i hated the most, and do you know what?..I love it, every second of it. This guy is so special, and i care for him so deeply that it hurts. I think of him all the time, and i dream of him. But i'm not gonna be able too see him again for 4 months and 27 days. I live in texas, and he lives in Norway. i count the days, because every day is a day that brings me closer to him...That special guy.<div><i>~Alex</i><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhScIjOg7eWzhMyrcvqSyjAkS4VEGdP_P4HozdeIxlJTYrKTnBv6eE0wiofZiRvHJ9yvMZY1FyX6QYO_LrKKjS2IAMzjmq4Ltg6xlbyvq15-U4j_ZaqIibPer-SXcLHIdQEF8W8tpQWbY0/s1600/4354599877_6c0c1a4329_z_large.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhScIjOg7eWzhMyrcvqSyjAkS4VEGdP_P4HozdeIxlJTYrKTnBv6eE0wiofZiRvHJ9yvMZY1FyX6QYO_LrKKjS2IAMzjmq4Ltg6xlbyvq15-U4j_ZaqIibPer-SXcLHIdQEF8W8tpQWbY0/s320/4354599877_6c0c1a4329_z_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505824857310683714" border="0" /></a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704153548905604941.post-55942526542313906712010-08-10T01:48:00.002+02:002010-08-12T11:33:53.439+02:00...Btw <a href="http://bloggurat.net/minblogg/registrere/db76fc1b167fd97dec6a2caf96f68d3d0c3b7775">presented our bloggen</a> on Bloggurat. It's so freaking useless, but hey, who cares? This is just some shit shat people don't have to care about.<br />Uhm, what the fuck happened to this blog?! Can <i>you</i> see the whole blog or just a bit of it, like the header and the latest text?The Stardust kidshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11217190063844482082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704153548905604941.post-71972746895872054372010-08-10T01:34:00.003+02:002010-08-10T01:46:47.749+02:00brutally honest!<meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:hyphenationzone>21</w:HyphenationZone> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0cm; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language:NO-BOK;} @page Section1 {size:612.0pt 792.0pt; margin:70.85pt 70.85pt 70.85pt 70.85pt; mso-header-margin:35.4pt; mso-footer-margin:35.4pt; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Se</style><span style=";font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US">For once I want to be able to say “you suck!” and to not regret it afterwards.<span style=""> </span>I want people to be on the same page as me, and as brutal and careless to. I want people to stop being so egotistical, but then again I wish people could just learn to not give a fuck about what everybody else thinks. <o:p></o:p></span> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US"><span style="font-size:100%;">Note to the rest of the world: Please learn to </span>care less about what people think. Please start to be more open minded and stop judging people. I have this way of living. I don’t care. I stopped caring about certain things along long time ago. Not things in the big picture like my friends, but things like what people think of you. It’s so much easier if you don’t care. <o:p></o:p>To be brutally honest, I’ve seen myself </span><span style="" lang="EN-US">change enormously these few years. I’ve seen myself go from the quiet, insecure person to the noisy, nauseating and self absorbed girl that automatically gets on your nerves. I’m not afraid to say something when it comes to standing up for something. I now have more self esteem than I could wish for, and yes… sometimes, I get in trouble for that. I always imagine that I can take anyone or do anything and get away with it. I don’t think further than my nose tip and that is where my “I don’t care”-attitude has taken me. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/3167585/tumblr_l65yfr4MB41qcfqoko1_400_large.jpg?1280265442"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 565px;" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/3167585/tumblr_l65yfr4MB41qcfqoko1_400_large.jpg?1280265442" alt="" border="0" /></a><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US">But the final question remains… Is it worth it? Is the whole “getting in to trouble because I can stand up for me and what I believe in”-situation worth all my self esteem? I think it is. I think that if I feel good about myself, it doesn’t matter what people might think and say. Fuck the people. Find the person you are and be thatone. Everybody else is taken… So I’ve heard. Facebook told me. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US">Don’t worry, be happy? Mistakes are made and other people suck. You’re stuck with yourself for the rest of your life, you should really try to get along</span></p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/3302945/tumblr_l5bszcSGCR1qae7joo1_400_large.jpg?1281335639"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/3302945/tumblr_l5bszcSGCR1qae7joo1_400_large.jpg?1281335639" alt="" border="0" /></a><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">~Marte</span></i></div>The Stardust kidshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11217190063844482082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704153548905604941.post-56295908861151862602010-08-08T02:15:00.006+02:002010-08-08T02:40:57.179+02:00Girls just wanna have fun!<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPuBP9WSFOIABoBKN9rsNnlIEZIGT0D1fPQWERWeSFuKfTMtsqxUeieDe_qVpFJiHE-VIw2xp6JnuNTHbyq6oJcQasTraP64ww2tccRMDUWKdASQUznsALGzycxUmQjsXDoVtvALCY2Tg/s1600/tumblr_l6agc9Yaty1qbolwlo1_500_large.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPuBP9WSFOIABoBKN9rsNnlIEZIGT0D1fPQWERWeSFuKfTMtsqxUeieDe_qVpFJiHE-VIw2xp6JnuNTHbyq6oJcQasTraP64ww2tccRMDUWKdASQUznsALGzycxUmQjsXDoVtvALCY2Tg/s400/tumblr_l6agc9Yaty1qbolwlo1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502830400004837970" style="text-align: left; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXTxa57E8pEHHn1kmXCBBhAE2ehAh7zo4rcqi-9UaJWgGFulw43uhB3TOpG7F6H3xma6ZRHsFaz1Zlb0pH0l2nP1hnWXiYGXKmGHc0vVvyhDHRGvCWECrj3p5o7KI4rt5bTi2P55B-vos/s1600/tumblr_l6qq1ot2N11qanzrjo1_500_large.jpg"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXTxa57E8pEHHn1kmXCBBhAE2ehAh7zo4rcqi-9UaJWgGFulw43uhB3TOpG7F6H3xma6ZRHsFaz1Zlb0pH0l2nP1hnWXiYGXKmGHc0vVvyhDHRGvCWECrj3p5o7KI4rt5bTi2P55B-vos/s1600/tumblr_l6qq1ot2N11qanzrjo1_500_large.jpg"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXTxa57E8pEHHn1kmXCBBhAE2ehAh7zo4rcqi-9UaJWgGFulw43uhB3TOpG7F6H3xma6ZRHsFaz1Zlb0pH0l2nP1hnWXiYGXKmGHc0vVvyhDHRGvCWECrj3p5o7KI4rt5bTi2P55B-vos/s1600/tumblr_l6qq1ot2N11qanzrjo1_500_large.jpg"></a></div><div><br /></div>Aah, I feel like everything on this blog has something to do with sad things. So I want to blog about something that isn't sad, not at all! Like the title says "Girls just wanna have fun!", and I'm so tired of having nothing to do, and with nothing I mean absolutely nothing. Zero.<div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzuE0RJQv14NGG1OKLaGvBOjH9GfKzJ5eKTs1XgHLvpGLGeesS7AAUmmaiUrbtMHagjJArXqVF26wlNbpEPRA4uekWWj4N9DVHv2YKK5PUavpAteSpLnvZicUgyJVbUabLVF31nOIoOJg/s400/tumblr_l6ra59bmtg1qd4aqfo1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502831279971448994" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div>I have just been jaded around like a fool and doing nothing. Well, yesterday, night to Friday I actually did something. I walked out of the house around 00.30 in the night, obviously, to meet a boy I have been talking to for like two years. </div><div>When I meet him we just sat and talked for a while before he had to go home again. He is way higher than me, so I felt like a tiny person, haha! So I was stood on a edge to be higher. It didn't really work out as good as I was hoping for. Hehe... But it was a nice time, and I enjoyed it, actually. And I really hope we'll meet again soon.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjml_UbkZVeRN8nDOS6CvzyCbVqW6PtBZqmMNo7bAdhxpj2JHpj8M_wzNJR6kaqYrCbMy5Hbow8N0m_d6qxCnnmayhjURLbbkJCYJS1CyCRc4SPNlUVlnCpj1P9PYiPJdmh2vFiYdSQ-SI/s400/3838081149_a66a1e15e6_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502830736969347234" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div>But I'm looking forward to take the plane home to Bergen, oh my have I missed Bergen and all my friends! I just know that we are going to have a little party for Marte because she is turning 17. It's gonna be a funny night with good friends and all that stuff. But honestly, I hope we will be able to find a party before that time. I really wanna go out with some good friends and just have a really good time.</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw1_N4kn4juLPCtlulz17cTke4Ca6HI_s5GhBnmRtBemlsvOLq5asGK4PuadGBctGxW4Z8WFqUsJ-j5mmjbB2QsVAcMAer60c2Mt4PtCrtjkJKSsgIK8s4FzR4ESHTwc4E4jlRTAspzMI/s1600/tumblr_l3q9kmjK6C1qzjziro1_500_large.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw1_N4kn4juLPCtlulz17cTke4Ca6HI_s5GhBnmRtBemlsvOLq5asGK4PuadGBctGxW4Z8WFqUsJ-j5mmjbB2QsVAcMAer60c2Mt4PtCrtjkJKSsgIK8s4FzR4ESHTwc4E4jlRTAspzMI/s400/tumblr_l3q9kmjK6C1qzjziro1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502830402753770962" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /></a></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXTxa57E8pEHHn1kmXCBBhAE2ehAh7zo4rcqi-9UaJWgGFulw43uhB3TOpG7F6H3xma6ZRHsFaz1Zlb0pH0l2nP1hnWXiYGXKmGHc0vVvyhDHRGvCWECrj3p5o7KI4rt5bTi2P55B-vos/s1600/tumblr_l6qq1ot2N11qanzrjo1_500_large.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXTxa57E8pEHHn1kmXCBBhAE2ehAh7zo4rcqi-9UaJWgGFulw43uhB3TOpG7F6H3xma6ZRHsFaz1Zlb0pH0l2nP1hnWXiYGXKmGHc0vVvyhDHRGvCWECrj3p5o7KI4rt5bTi2P55B-vos/s400/tumblr_l6qq1ot2N11qanzrjo1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502830392550914418" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px; " /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzVzSi0eDYfnFU2JKe1xJdLw7Wv8ytxiSpuh2qSny8awQMpN0wrNaBziVnfV30bSvnpkUyvpctGw5iY5XSvDz-8D4lUb9UuHDNVmxnvzfvTVEalt-W11MSnQyehW5ZhzQgVN2UXvw5H78/s1600/tumblr_l6sgq8c4zI1qbvu1go1_500_large.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzVzSi0eDYfnFU2JKe1xJdLw7Wv8ytxiSpuh2qSny8awQMpN0wrNaBziVnfV30bSvnpkUyvpctGw5iY5XSvDz-8D4lUb9UuHDNVmxnvzfvTVEalt-W11MSnQyehW5ZhzQgVN2UXvw5H78/s400/tumblr_l6sgq8c4zI1qbvu1go1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502830388777294978" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Just hanging around home with some friends would also have been nice, talk about all that have happened lately and just have a sleep over! That actually sounds like a great idea! Hehe, but now I really have to get something to drink. So yeah. Have a nice day people</div><div><i>~Benedikte</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAX9m5ozj1HspsY4jK3aM_nkEXSpQKqjBjaXd-o0j9Y6p9491kaknn1mBCCtAM9LwikWaGQYO8SUnEYXIXxVxXBLCG4WfyZUWZkkyGYlCNNQHCsuQAkdTvDT_dSzRfquQxc_hqmYD0ucA/s400/4858084069_ca4a47bd7c_z_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502830751224581826" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " /></span></i></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA_WHLhuyqxwjUrMT63-xudzd8BW9fFKwMkRC-RaUNdBHvxQ1QozGi8QuE9R5jKUqkzYyUDFcmWC7ln7dHLkio1teruQPuVOg0xd9_Vcpe5lekk-gcNKcwjVpY2mXtqSW4zQGS2utr3HI/s1600/tumblr_l6muuncGXv1qd17m8o1_500_large.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA_WHLhuyqxwjUrMT63-xudzd8BW9fFKwMkRC-RaUNdBHvxQ1QozGi8QuE9R5jKUqkzYyUDFcmWC7ln7dHLkio1teruQPuVOg0xd9_Vcpe5lekk-gcNKcwjVpY2mXtqSW4zQGS2utr3HI/s400/tumblr_l6muuncGXv1qd17m8o1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502831275172521842" style="display: block; 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margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px; " /></span>The Stardust kidshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11217190063844482082noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704153548905604941.post-74635441294034323122010-08-05T22:00:00.006+02:002010-08-06T00:10:05.712+02:00Home" Another summer day has come and gone away in Paris and Rome, but i wanna go home. May be surrounded by a million people i still feel all alone, just wanna go home. Oh i miss you, you know." - Michael buble<br /><br />He's one of my favorites. He's got a song for every occasion. Hi, my name is Alex and i'm the guest blogger in this psychedelic little blogg. One of my greatest worries is that when i come home, every thing will be changed. The people, the city and my friends. My bestfriends birthday is comming up, and i'm not going to be able to be there. I'm afraid we're gonna grow apart<br /><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502023250798903410" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiEjRDYa6aWL9zSN3PWgnCd2W_VOC-8fj0DGWJiE-_POnOKaLN1PRHAIynfEH8o1GypXntNcz3yuisAdDUGdrT424l0sonB-QE9nZ6thug-vDJVa8eZPChyphenhyphenbJNTSz4-EzlXhKqpeXbzeY/s320/MARTI.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502021689426513842" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7qHaJxUd41WbSZXJEmEn37KEWwhyphenhyphenb-UyK9VcVIzSC_orEfJVN_JNMJHOxFqBzghqAhvm9mRG5e3rLkfEb35yUTwubtNrtgl_WjN2wCdmKKx6I7AHNedwhIz-7I13dCNVQXuH7Ah_eIoE/s320/Sad.jpg" /></div>I hate people. I get sick of people's faces way too fast, but when i acually find someone i care about and dont wanna throw battery acid on, isn't it only fair i should be able too atend her birthday? I'd like too think so. I just wanna say you're special, one of a kind, and if u ever change i'm gonna be pissed! I love u and i hope you have an epic birthday, even though i'm not there.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 233px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502023533942163282" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmiv16hjR8KW1Kk_8hwMgNg5poOKduYQZDUI3A7ereIIPOUfN4ZDFf5JrdJ-RUqiE3E91r7Aby38vmrJmQXvUVRYTrgSVO5UPhVK6M0VLh5bKHOpodkQcqj15pYVYbxZHVlVEmhMaJsbk/s320/BALLONS.jpg" />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704153548905604941.post-78493250938810506632010-08-05T18:45:00.007+02:002010-08-05T19:34:54.987+02:00A moment lasts all of a second, but the memory lives on forever.<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRbpsq1F-8XOKte657an32cW4s5-X2LUkwWMQK8DX2ddiF5DQiHO0unRLZZMeP30W_w191x7eSgyWb8t9Pf-4V_8rlDMnMMuieYcXEFZcceTQusTNzgB4w4AZjwTdUFEy8GTXwyPTt2lU/s1600/tumblr_l5rg43r5fX1qb0wx9o1_500_large.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRbpsq1F-8XOKte657an32cW4s5-X2LUkwWMQK8DX2ddiF5DQiHO0unRLZZMeP30W_w191x7eSgyWb8t9Pf-4V_8rlDMnMMuieYcXEFZcceTQusTNzgB4w4AZjwTdUFEy8GTXwyPTt2lU/s400/tumblr_l5rg43r5fX1qb0wx9o1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501978713618911298" /></a></div><object width="155" height="25"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mE2N4DkaAvg&hl=nb_NO&fs=1?color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mE2N4DkaAvg&hl=nb_NO&fs=1?color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="155" height="25"></embed></object><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center; display: inline !important; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Photographs and memories - Jason Reeves</span></i></div></div><div><br />Memories can be so much. Memories can be bad, and they can be good. I think the quote from Oscar Wild is very good. Oscar Wild said: "<i>Memory... is the diary that we all carry about with us.</i>"<div>Of course, I googled quotes that had something to do about memories, because this is what this text will be about... "<i>Every man's memory is his private literature.</i>" ~Aldous Huxley</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi32Ytk9v5sFPa9wYwJ5zX4NvhzWhH13V0XAv0wp42TQmu0xPuhtBs1mLni0_NHz12nbPdhsjhJVD8ajhU69xMMBmgkfKqukIB8ULPGWrmIpWKNvbXT2RZot20OAfBAjHqFHiNHkq4r5lA/s400/37924_1393269675723_1351596740_31141749_7258491_n_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501979534594145778" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div>I remember so much, good and bad things. But I will focus on the good things.</div><div>My childhood wasn't all just a dance on roses. But I'm so glad I'm focusing on all the good things that happened. I remember most of the friends I had trough the years, of course not all because I remember we did all the stuff, but because of all the pictures, hehe. Honestly, I remember a lot of things I did with some of my friends. Some of the toys and the stuff we used to do. Oh my, what a fantasy we used to have! A child's fantasy is something great, if a child isn't allowed to use his or hers imagine, then what would the childhood be?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC1B_PcWiQ5XPUYLPFrybUm8gm-lqVgo39SWV0T6Wp1u2G9svIOHKwTHL5q9rq0qBtyd_Cgd-Niwu12N2D2JtJzpwBTcFw3kAWmk-jufnvpTzWQJZFjdFi_46W73nK7ALgLXuYPy4Qkzk/s400/tumblr_l3xf1isNdc1qbzv2zo1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501978729972280434" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div>But the last two years has been a lot of fun, it's been like a roller-coaster ride, a lot of fun.</div><div>I really love my friends, they are always there. Even if I'm not such a good friend with all the people I used to hang out with, I still have the memories.</div><div>Like everyone says: Time is passing by, people changes. And all that stuff. That if a person isn't like "on your train when it leaves the station" it's all their fault. I don't always think so, okay, I may have said some of that stuff myself. But what the hell, what I want to say is that is not always the other person's fault, have you ever thought that <i>you</i> may have changed too? It's also a opinion that the person has a lot of stuff going on and things to think about. So it can be a bit selfish to say that it is the other person's fault that you are not as good friends that you used to be. </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBCWdLicxGhHYVqK-5iwaX0DpXC7ekh1tZX2LRsc8FXUpwDHfBZ150y3sHk-fPugH4YIzuWVs3VUtVmEHC0UzBR5FUN5YIkYUW0E-fghGjW-va-QpYP-SUBmftbomVJOJAjruqzuZgC3w/s400/4089978925_ef177dbc7d_z_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501979543904119122" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 243px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div>Anyways, back to the memories. Think about it? Do you have a lot of good, bad or a bit of both in your memory? I have a bit of both, but most of the good ones. All the crazy things we have done, all that we have said to each other. It's so funny to think about, but I kinda love thinking about it. So when you're sad and feeling down, think about all the good memories you have and don't think to much about the thing that made you feel sad. It's never to late to make new memories, you keep making memories until you die. It can be so much, and it could mean so little to others, but so much for you!</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikxm0OqznM7wIOGtSvWp67-6wJpgccuGZrHcOY-rKkrpRy7C4wRtsoAn_hBv4QhCJCQiXoHQJbD6TB1jE-0I79qlBsmQUiOosM5Yd2MVXJb6D56ElqEE3FzkIIVL9iDzWvwmZsbSWCNZM/s400/tumblr_l5uk9lkzv81qcpbopo1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501978719475158034" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div>I think you never can truly forget a person, because if you have good memories with a person, why forget them? You can stop talking to the person, but if you one day are feeling down, why not think about the good memory you two had together? Because, all in all, you had to be there to understand it, right?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYdn0Uu8U7PhY45NfhG1rmOcIbtc3BEfh0SugCZr0B_3h7D3HRJi3lUvBjfd9vDVs0gGWnyU3LzrnTWENtuaOjVWvIyEMh6sH1AdCgryWm5fBHF01u6z1ai6aI2XOMQHr5QuMuxE0Bvx0/s400/tumblr_l4sbf5Ec0y1qaobbko1_500_large.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501978705149843154" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div>"<i>Memory is a way of holding onto the things you love, the things you are, the things you never want to lose.</i>" ~From the television show <i>The Wonder Years</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">~Benedikte.</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB5dZ5sC5L30MQZIRokTb_FxoNwMkMw_o3JzS3VzxNiogTqBFipCgABrH-hjk0B1XHkW-ZLnrviSBuj8Omxc_dqyOgSTpH5qaY-9VPFL-5_f0LvoEZyKaNxfdEN0vD50i_j71Rs6uhYh4/s400/tumblr_l64859qC3T1qb04oko1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501979540005808898" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></span></i></div><div></div></div>The Stardust kidshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11217190063844482082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704153548905604941.post-66111735209569012672010-08-05T18:34:00.003+02:002010-08-05T18:39:29.499+02:00Just another person in this boat<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEhQKrll0PVX-3LM2TkuzpAMk_0ZjmhzGBIUt3ZdTwvvNAqzgF-TBXVA8pwfFusklgAmFM9cWMQjbuANmV0gDC73ne7gtd0y8NSH3h-GiwSG5Zb8fBql-MMUxHvUSDwzmohkXaQ6OStY8/s1600/4856376319_716a22577b_z_large.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEhQKrll0PVX-3LM2TkuzpAMk_0ZjmhzGBIUt3ZdTwvvNAqzgF-TBXVA8pwfFusklgAmFM9cWMQjbuANmV0gDC73ne7gtd0y8NSH3h-GiwSG5Zb8fBql-MMUxHvUSDwzmohkXaQ6OStY8/s400/4856376319_716a22577b_z_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501966286770222242" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Hi guys! It's been a while since some of us blogged. But, yeah. Benedikte is back!</div><div>We also have a new person with us. Alex! He will be our new blogger, or for now, guest blogger.</div><div>So that was the new information we had.</div>The Stardust kidshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11217190063844482082noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704153548905604941.post-11123708665436428752010-07-21T18:20:00.006+02:002010-07-22T15:26:17.320+02:00Camping<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyzCCW-SmeBvIuHNRlKfyF6TzXMNNxySr0mB6oC0l7PK0Gj-pWV5_WXc0Vxx-V3WemwW0hjtvZqiIzRJyCQ2H8IXqOm7kMcaRs6D8usj9cDGbKi5HUAEOrscHfiLRCm32iO8N3HpPqVHI/s1600/tumblr_ksmliygM4K1qzyrwvo1_500_large.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 258px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyzCCW-SmeBvIuHNRlKfyF6TzXMNNxySr0mB6oC0l7PK0Gj-pWV5_WXc0Vxx-V3WemwW0hjtvZqiIzRJyCQ2H8IXqOm7kMcaRs6D8usj9cDGbKi5HUAEOrscHfiLRCm32iO8N3HpPqVHI/s400/tumblr_ksmliygM4K1qzyrwvo1_500_large.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496396394818830738" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><div style="text-align: left;">One thing I was looking forward too this summer was a camping trip a group of friends. Unfortunately, the weather wanted us too do something else. Stupid weather. We want too go camping! But someday, we will! We bought a tent, seriously, we HAVE to go camping...</div></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguMsCAd36OKOnYuTEz7sfw-vd6G12rxhWkDLLJj8lRMNxqwugWXH5t5_FE9PSxG6U_NoTZdZ7sE_Y_soZ1UPVpS6b9P6DKov7NmMc7bxYxhU2byTDLLTfDzaArV75eggSob34NTYLSKXs/s400/InTent_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496396384580999378" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div>Maybe we should be camping inside? That sounds like a good idea, a bit fun too I guess! I think we should try it out someday. Something like this:</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ-sblE_XhmoJ3Zqev0ck0ZXoBaHKxjX2KyIFDJlp8_jijBICCLbOkjfh1fNgeV2rohyphenhyphenMoVllylWrbc98Sp37r4cg1r_l0tfxOIVrbpnCocfqJipZaAIZuLgXEOg3-m0w3VK_1A6BGuI0/s400/flickr_0630_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496396371939938898" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 397px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div>Hmm, it looks nice. Please, can we try it someday, Marte and Alexander?! I want too, I want too, I want too! Let's do it! Seriously, I think it would be fun... Or maybe, camping in someones garden. Then we can use the bathroom, that's a nice thing too do.</div><div><br /></div><div>When I think of camping, I think of a group of friends around the fire, a acoustic guitar, singing and starry sky. I seriously don't think alcohol is needed if you are a group of really good friends! But of course, for the people who drink alcohol, you're welcome. I can't describe it, but a camping trip is a really funny thing to do. So I'll just post some pictures I found on <a href="http://weheartit.com/">weheartit</a>, where all the pictures on this blog is from.</div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><br /></span></i></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5nwy9KGry5CeUIAUDVv5uU_-HE7ziQ6DwoQuYy5dVtfynNPYy0vQUQOgRlNJlXEj7WXzDLVk4JDOOCR7ecbEOhYyLQeeLI00CppYY0QTU3y4EpmQedlhVJF94rtC8CYK9GS1e5B26NIA/s1600/tumblr_l58zgqeQy21qa6gado1_400_large.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5nwy9KGry5CeUIAUDVv5uU_-HE7ziQ6DwoQuYy5dVtfynNPYy0vQUQOgRlNJlXEj7WXzDLVk4JDOOCR7ecbEOhYyLQeeLI00CppYY0QTU3y4EpmQedlhVJF94rtC8CYK9GS1e5B26NIA/s400/tumblr_l58zgqeQy21qa6gado1_400_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496397225519584178" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCMAFGRTWJZk91ykIftrDfTenibqz_gUjlOO2VnT52aaDSYVXlXvhFqRiLRtamZvggOjort9LvxDCqzPUd12bDUEfFEo7WD2gYYVJ_E-gbU_CV0LcAJ3gP7GfyWHlt959LW8KsSQbA_us/s1600/tumblr_l50zp7XzAk1qa7sk1o1_500_large.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCMAFGRTWJZk91ykIftrDfTenibqz_gUjlOO2VnT52aaDSYVXlXvhFqRiLRtamZvggOjort9LvxDCqzPUd12bDUEfFEo7WD2gYYVJ_E-gbU_CV0LcAJ3gP7GfyWHlt959LW8KsSQbA_us/s400/tumblr_l50zp7XzAk1qa7sk1o1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496397221807616098" style="display: block; 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margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 240px; " /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg36yGzS8aPCdXqFcAEnJcHkBMABNw_pp-z28HX_GCQRm5xOdTyK_r6QAezEHzv3dRZxn3MwUjBbhX7urhHLHx8pF9-r8OCYwX7z7YD7ONbvnTmmhS4if9MHkdBsesIGs9-UHTEp1Iuh58/s1600/tumblr_l0ncbjmgK01qaedipo1_500_large.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg36yGzS8aPCdXqFcAEnJcHkBMABNw_pp-z28HX_GCQRm5xOdTyK_r6QAezEHzv3dRZxn3MwUjBbhX7urhHLHx8pF9-r8OCYwX7z7YD7ONbvnTmmhS4if9MHkdBsesIGs9-UHTEp1Iuh58/s400/tumblr_l0ncbjmgK01qaedipo1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496396404322583442" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /></a></div><div><i>~Benedikte</i></div>The Stardust kidshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11217190063844482082noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704153548905604941.post-21189627322271115582010-07-20T09:51:00.005+02:002010-07-20T10:21:44.951+02:00The last words.<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJxoRZdlC0njrG6V3dnhmbKjx2VQPiw3nWZfaigfvWYrjNXkxeeAB92dLWCHAC1KFW53yZqfxl211HqEdC0xv3gY3AAXAqHJbYAfvy0Bnz_j3VzoqaIsZekUId24z-zTgBegz_FRLTyfE/s1600/tumblr_l56gyfmTar1qa91mbo1_500_large.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJxoRZdlC0njrG6V3dnhmbKjx2VQPiw3nWZfaigfvWYrjNXkxeeAB92dLWCHAC1KFW53yZqfxl211HqEdC0xv3gY3AAXAqHJbYAfvy0Bnz_j3VzoqaIsZekUId24z-zTgBegz_FRLTyfE/s400/tumblr_l56gyfmTar1qa91mbo1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495900058261148834" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div>He's words. One of the last thing he ever said to me. It's like he burned it in my memory... I always have too think about it, even though I don't want too. I really don't want too. It was all going so well... How could those small word mess everything up again? I know I wanted know it, but I knew she shouldn't have said it. She knows it too. I just had to know it, didn't I?<div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifMft2kgh3snUikp_TBR77S9rbYEbLCvbt_4NJ9TRHFJl6m6gdkFVEf9oOmDx3ZTv-RR1LotFRiTKdD3P1GbZRdGohfxr3u7TbwGXBSOjR9XyGYruOkIF301azULoYk7Gl5HlOuGOLNAY/s400/35313_10150206860420088_897905087_13629029_3129863_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495900049310026194" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 285px; " /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhMNGJXcN03onn-D4EbBSUdGVgE4ivBUuuzAiJFhyphenhyphenWzKSKaqXkE5ZAw-H5yA_UTuVmcQtxxhnOfx1nZGBjK65WYEcvIP96hckhUUqE1zjBa2tsvxUwl9UG8LHmpnAWiYqcEmKWsJmCBpU/s400/212s6wy_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495900050199947058" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 363px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div>The things he said, it's going on and on in my head, like a song... A bad song, stuck on replay...</div><div>My problem is, that I fell in love with people too fast. There are three choices, I like them, I hate them, or are just neutral. </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMB_braZLGYlVTqkusWSjY9_nHZsthvb-GqrPI8IZOdYXQMKBN1xEjmZRJpq6obHwjRavAKy8TqBaDHXcUCdjr8Y2AF0RN2l_ws9XE63-WDyVs23yfnYZJnIRb_iDnANlh25JreR4SzHo/s400/tumblr_l5cqo51HD91qa3yq4o1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495900065254551058" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div>I have a problem with trust. I never know if I can trust a person, but still I trust people I shouldn't trust. I never learn. Some people take advantage of me. It's not a good thing. I hate it, and I'm get really mad about it. I don't know what too do. But I think, the most of all, I'm disappointed over the person, how can they do such things and not regret...? Maybe think about that the other persons also have feelings, or too start with, think about that other person also have feelings, just like yourself. I know I can be a really mean person, I don't mean too. But still I am. And I'm sorry for it, it's just how I am. Haha, it looks like I'm a big crybaby, but I aren't one.</div><div>Just because of this depressing text I'm going to write about something nice/funny a bit later today.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmtpTikK5CLmtsedKpyjwNVKZw4lrlGtcg5rmzMexajAH08WPTg59kjd4DxrExIugfyTeRG64q1ayMlBHw0llTptceky13GPdkbvROlf3HpdbsuEC5YtNSclr3bDYaQgW811nFOGH1l6I/s400/tumblr_l5nzecaifO1qzm774o1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495900072227979282" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><i>~ Benedikte</i></span></span></div>The Stardust kidshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11217190063844482082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704153548905604941.post-24911964693962970062010-07-16T21:49:00.010+02:002010-07-18T02:22:39.833+02:00Friends will be friends.<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdUh8vgfR98QZqYLFqjOt9urwee1kZLWFULG1EIChSsGOTpWNopKIuH14qnbaHsHQ5iIBOH3e9_2lqGahTouTQa5JIuPokvsHbxRoLVIjunMI8QJHED1xC5WfzOnPuo2Y2P7Wjav8T-pE/s1600/tumblr_l56gyfmTar1qa91mbo1_500_large.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdUh8vgfR98QZqYLFqjOt9urwee1kZLWFULG1EIChSsGOTpWNopKIuH14qnbaHsHQ5iIBOH3e9_2lqGahTouTQa5JIuPokvsHbxRoLVIjunMI8QJHED1xC5WfzOnPuo2Y2P7Wjav8T-pE/s400/tumblr_l56gyfmTar1qa91mbo1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494605633299029746" /></a></div><object width="55" height="25" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DAQ4sJZ5IsU&hl=nb_NO&fs=1?color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DAQ4sJZ5IsU&hl=nb_NO&fs=1?color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="55" height="25"></embed></object><br /><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Friends will be friends - Queen.</span></i><br /><br />I really have to write something. I want to write something really poetic and all that stuff. But what the fuck? I don't do that kind of shit. Yesterday, as Marte already have blogged about, one of our best friends moved to Houston, Texas for two years. Dude, what the fuck are going to do there in TWO years? I mean, come on!<div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI5EXOr_AdKT-v6cRIS-mWunSRJhrZnBUFbTOdpPgR8nfSwoEp12mWR1waM8nfWS_A3HvuI8UslSw_x3SQiyy9FIY896Wqil7y88gMuam2PF-ah7hb7hu-4VXaBXZFSJHRnsUka154GoA/s400/I+love+you,+Alexander.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494603093211287266" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 347px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div>Yesterday we didn't sleep at all. No, we made a scrapbook to our buddy, with some of the stuff we did together as a group of friends. Our group of friends are really a weird gang, but yeah.</div><div>Anyway, we made him a scrapbook, meet him on Flesland, the airport in Bergen, 5 am. Yes, so we made a scrapbook to him in one night. In seven hours and fifteen minutes! I'm proud of us. 4 girls making one scrapbook.</div><div>04.30 am a cab come and got us to Flesland, we actually was there before Alexander... The reaction when he got the book. Oh mother nature, I hope I never forget his face when he saw it...</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgro4CHdkKrqdW9Wj8Bd-Avt8gRgF9GIWCXeAd8ZMq0r8-FX-NoSNxcOwNu6ZYitNp20dowelpmc9H7SJXSxqgkTCgonlTy_uc6bVfjDzmEpwe30nF_hlA8R6vNJy9ZZDN7YET4STC88I0/s400/DSC_0883.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494605251454613458" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0kmKdpNbM0hbguofH1yHtUzgvdmDWM7t8_mnxi_wSYiD9dlf9ycDNn4vW5z83CQHBsTKXA5zEYynIIdFveT6CzHWsG0ZHOGWK_grUT0ZIXdIu2gmh_Hz18fgNmGR_jcexbK0hZ6uxKlU/s400/DSC_0881.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494605245481374914" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7HrTM_yFYYKp3M8P1E-UCQpSry_db-8HcM53uIsw9yoFGapm3XJP2PqwObwWJjUoSOWZDJWyc9tNx6G_4oXHqJ08oj-0iJQJRknb0dGwo5iAiM_aFDkJHwxO3P9fpXY7uvXunKUe9ocY/s400/savner+deg.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494607356412689234" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 393px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The text on the picture is Norwegian and mens: Best buddy. I miss you</span></i></div><div><br /></div><div>When I hugged him for the last time in a half year I said something like: Have fun in USA.</div><div>And turned around and started crying. I usually don't cry in public or in front of people. When I started crying I also started laughing, and I some really strange noises came out of me. But whatever, all five of us was standing there and crying when he was leaving. I cried several times that day. When I was standing on the balcony to the twins and the three others was inside, when everyone was asleep and when I was home.</div><div>I actually started crying when I was down in the living room with my mom, sister and a neighbor, because my mom said we weren't home in christmas. But she said we are going home at least two days before New Years Eve, then I'm safe. And she said something that made me really happy, but I won't write about i until I tell Alexander.</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA5p3t9DdqgzWq9ToRJ8yS5oCHcVyD63-JB3nKUyUx-MIUR94LQW-jrk2TxHBPhkMjY-rlsEkBOKiPs7OnV7-77Vy9xMYSue0zrfWkUiw2ulHtK-x8_alkQH-NgLwikGpO5JBV3ddudFg/s1600/DSC_4882.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA5p3t9DdqgzWq9ToRJ8yS5oCHcVyD63-JB3nKUyUx-MIUR94LQW-jrk2TxHBPhkMjY-rlsEkBOKiPs7OnV7-77Vy9xMYSue0zrfWkUiw2ulHtK-x8_alkQH-NgLwikGpO5JBV3ddudFg/s400/DSC_4882.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494603097578951394" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Marte and Alexander.</span></i></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrYeGZqDKQ3Q7wygP14Oeu56LIHZNW1pcraUXkyKCSs1nqgpemBgvdrLH5cNRPtAo1FQbQ7LG50nrUeH3wy3sVc8BoDl3zkvg9FsQs613qw-OeF-UbUYF65jRLoLvARrx7iNhzrMfSpk8/s400/DSC_7631.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494605268669595762" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6xqx4QPkvtkHNNN08patd7g_CLFDV3WGx1NmgrckDtQAMIyd01Ud92B3YlhB_6SDsTKOLjbxX1VtSCfna9jyLhWQQUb_99PyQ42RIQwY_xZKB13nXs9026lEhxlyBCK1-kQ0w3KLD23E/s400/DSC_7634.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494603089025069042" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Alex, Therese, Marte, Tonje and me.</span></i></div><div><br /></div><div>So all in all, I'm really sad and a bit depressed because Alex has moved to Houston, but think about him, he has left all of his friends here in Norway. And he will come back to Norway, he just have to, or else I'm going to Houston to slap him in the face! Alexander, I love you, you're my best guy friend.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">♥</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-family:Georgia, serif;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMy8II9InO1JGvPb4EtRPG5dqFYue8lo8IWEKTPf0l2z6GGoUwLKjZ_cRzlasHubsVT1doQH4wu2k8auUbfyFIMHnqK-4P4Q5bZX21t9W2wSWYDx0fl8Sg3ZEElqYoxhPA2mA6lIbLGXg/s400/DSC_7650.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494605259032128418" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-family:Georgia, serif;"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "> ~ Benedikte</span></span></div>The Stardust kidshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11217190063844482082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704153548905604941.post-39670904999939379782010-07-16T20:27:00.009+02:002010-07-18T02:23:03.016+02:00Blurry ExistenceYesterday was probably the worst day in the history of worst days. Went to Flesland, the only airport in Bergen, to wave goodbye to the closest friend I have. Why he wanted to move to Huston, Texas for two years is still an unsolved mystery. Everything was horrible and painful.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/2849205/tumblr_l4zy7iz61q1qb9uyvo1_500_large.jpg?1278185630"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 375px; height: 375px;" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/2849205/tumblr_l4zy7iz61q1qb9uyvo1_500_large.jpg?1278185630" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Focus is overrated, our whole existence is blurry.<br />I don't like very much in this world. Friends would say that I'm extremly pessimistic, and I'm fine with that. But I think, that when I actually find a person that I can hang out with without trying to kill him, Then I should get to keep him...<br /><br />So this is me trying to be optimistic. He will be back in two years. And when he comes back, I'll be right here. But untill then, I think I have earned the right to be sad from time to time. Since I never used to cry before. I think, given the situation, that I have the right to be kind of a crybaby, just this once. I'm really looking forward to Christmas right now, even though I hate snow. I know, "Hate is a big word" another good buddy of mine tells me that all.the.time. Anyway, he'll be back for a Norwegian Christmas and New Year, and that will be freakin epic.<br /><br />It kinda hurts that he wont be able to attend my birthday this year, more than it should actually. Why? I don't really know. It has nothing to do with the fact that my birthday is a big day. Cause I don't really care that much about the day itself. All we ever do at these occations is drink and party anyway. Maybe it's just because he is gone in general. I want him to be here. So that we can have those completely random conversations, and laugh at our retarded friends. What we do.<br /><br />The plan however, when he comes back for good, is to move in together. Me and my gay best friend. He is actually the only friend that I could live with over time. Not because I get sick of my friends, but they might get sick of me. You should be a bit <span style="font-style: italic;">tolerant </span>to live with me over a long periode of time. We also have the same habits, so that wouldnt be a problem. Even if we had the different habits or different opinions, we would go along. You kinda adjust to what your friends say anyway. This got a bit longer than I expected. But I am really bored and I miss talking to him, even though he just moved like one day ago. I seem so obsessed that it's scary.<br /><br />I want to go back to Bergen. Love that city man!<div><br /></div><div>~ Marte</div>The Stardust kidshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11217190063844482082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704153548905604941.post-47062968729876632332010-06-09T20:54:00.002+02:002010-06-09T20:57:45.207+02:00Bloglovin<a href="http://www.bloglovin.com/blog/1787640/kid-made-of-starudst?claim=xtgvttbadwe">Remember to follow our blog with bloglovin</a><div><br /></div><div>That would be nice of you to do. I don't have alot of words and thoughts for you today.</div><div>But I know I like Yiruma, I'm sorry you guys had to get such a terrible post. But this is just the way it have to be by know. I really don't have anything to say today.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704153548905604941.post-61439371404222438302010-06-08T20:47:00.006+02:002010-07-16T20:27:29.782+02:00But tell me, did the wind sweep you off your feet?<object width="385" height="285"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KhJA0CRpaJA&hl=nb_NO&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KhJA0CRpaJA&hl=nb_NO&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="385" height="285"></embed></object><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Drops of Jupiter - Train</span></i></div><br /><i>But tell me, did you sail across the sun?<br />Did you make it to the Milky Way<br />To see the lights all faded<br />And that heaven is overrated?<br /><br />Tell me, did you fall for a shooting star?<br />One without a permanent scar<br />And then you missed me<br />While you were looking for yourself out there?</i><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPLEu-vvd-j-35WUF9XKHTveqBX5QKUl7SW5LhuC53kKkWcxlTDWzq5d87Dff2Rj1-m6pKq6AyBNO3MIfvNrdZZ_ha_Teswu5Hj5Vur3bBVaqrudmzJFUIE863knJTcOiMUeaOUg2N1g/s400/tumblr_kznoxfoavg1qawzv0o1_500_85249332_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480480382467552642" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div>Oh my gosh, I really love this song!</div><div>I think it can mean so much, I think it is about; friendship, love and finding yourself.</div><div>Well, I took a break now, I'm so tierd of exam. I've been writing alot, okay? So tomorrow my teacher just have to give me the green light and I'm ready to begin with the powerpoint and write it in my own words. Hehe.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi31amoq8dEse9wR5ibPxj72T8PbdWVMnX0oJQjRjCZmlbIbxVvwEWAPrEPG4kZV7uO4qK6KAbN1LM3MsfK1jMPwkvDW83uRyyMBsoqVud2kipAWmLSecLG9Xa2fA6Ca0FX5_NKU8222g/s400/796692-8-1276005927865_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480480385928207394" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 158px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div>Anyway, I wanted to tell you guys that our friendship is saved. Puuh! So now I don't have to worry about that one anymore! Now it's only the freaking exam.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc54OR6-OJLQAhj02wydH1YLZXRCuXtMm8s3Dx2IEQL9Pe2UnS3PtuoOV1FzgerYToZgzmSwH-e4k-MBswVaqx8JFnDQPnOG8FRS04T5-qmr_YCCIEXK0Gy0fetbYvqm-I_06rtybFVg/s400/tumblr_l2yedasZx51qaetn7o1_400_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480480366573098802" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div>It's sunny where I live, I really enjoy it, to bad I have to sit in and work on my exam.</div><div><br /></div><div><b>~ What do you think the song is about?</b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUx7GrnE-Gv2OvFEFqSArH0ljf7farSV6v2_-0OgA6PuZQsD-iCeF47los3UNtGvWWpBop3SB4peeMfE3fkcGKXiTXqMSGmLgkhBUgEKlXO075zqpjknBUqHyAwqepvkGZsMSbkG-AXA/s400/http-_www.flickr.com_photos_umbrellasinsnow_3993743501__large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480480393353146162" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 241px; " /></span></b></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704153548905604941.post-52674083150520995852010-06-07T23:40:00.008+02:002010-07-16T20:27:20.490+02:00Trouble in Paradise.<object width="70" height="55"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FA_9MoEyENU&hl=nb_NO&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FA_9MoEyENU&hl=nb_NO&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="70" height="55"></embed></object><br /><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Sometimes life isn't easy - Mew</span></i><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihhVTYVVZVNWwlniDpGepxzgRBDtytXDljmShXP3VOxxnHDqdEuWzcPjMlm0JjhT96JpzRlJakNSGPyMcHiBOmytRlH3IK5tHwpTLO_cJaSbfqMr_znWM1TRqKw8qtDxAocpggJ3Dm-w/s1600/26603_422042639847_503419847_5264719_641632_n_large.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihhVTYVVZVNWwlniDpGepxzgRBDtytXDljmShXP3VOxxnHDqdEuWzcPjMlm0JjhT96JpzRlJakNSGPyMcHiBOmytRlH3IK5tHwpTLO_cJaSbfqMr_znWM1TRqKw8qtDxAocpggJ3Dm-w/s400/26603_422042639847_503419847_5264719_641632_n_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480157467055573954" /></a><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>I'm serious. It's trouble in paradise. And I mean like the paradise you have when you talk about friendship. We have a little gang... It's me, the other blogger here and our friend, let's call him Andreas.<div>It all started with me and Andreas. I sent a letter to a friend of him, I knew he would get a little angry, but not so angry that he became. But yesterday he thanked me because of it. So it's win to me. Anyway, the other blogger on this blog. let's call her Linnea, she was really angry on me and Andreas, so she just started to yell at us yesterday, so we had to fix it.</div><div>Today it all just went on. Now it's all just a big mess. I don't know what to do if our group will be split! I know he will move to US this summer. But, seriously. I love those kids!</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqQ7faXKR4fpoDhajvxim0xL4JJpf3GzBVxLN1RV6cxE6AASw774k4s5a6yN8Jx-wFbeRelq3rWwGts1wKAmpq75wXDX0BbMKo9pBs1bJFra92bQF80RbaYRnAml98EG5ZxYjLSGmXUA/s400/tumblr_l3nylyJkIJ1qaodr1o1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480157471108576754" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 238px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div>I really enjoy all the shit we do together. This evening has been a crappy evening. Don't do it worse. If we don't figure this out tomorrow I will be truly sad. Please, I'm begging. We have to fix this.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTD1nCdMzmXo3B9xF4fcOh0sS5707M8qeN6aPFxA8sDoKtmP9Q-v4LWLaOf6a67ri67GnwdeOfy5Pya3JC1Na2Zoz4pT6Ceyc4hA8L653O0drFoR_T9yJYxRqZR9QgpFFYajebnbqGdA/s400/magic.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480157463442480834" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px; " /></span></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704153548905604941.post-63354007806501230482010-05-27T12:07:00.001+02:002010-07-16T20:28:38.979+02:00Take a sad song and make it better.My life is pretty average.. I go to school, I have friends, I do normal stuff. But I have a secret. A big secret. You see, at nightime I become a superhero. It's true. You might not believe me, honestly, I wouldnt believe me either.<br /><br />I'm not like Kickass or redmist. I'm a cool one, like Hitgirl- only ten times more awesome. I only have one weakness, and that is my friend- When she is havin a bad day, I have one to. And now, my friend is sad- Then I feel sad to. I'm always...No, not always.. But often in a cheery mood. Not moods of norway-mood, that's a crappy mood.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/1971159/tumblr_l0yahhBXgk1qb712eo1_400_large.gif?1271460764" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="104" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/1971159/tumblr_l0yahhBXgk1qb712eo1_400_large.gif?1271460764" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/2086959/4561224768_28b030e061_o_large.png?1272478275" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/2086959/4561224768_28b030e061_o_large.png?1272478275" width="205" /></a></div>I love the killers, they're an awesome band. I love them. My friend is kinda my Mr.Brightside. She is always happy... Sometimes.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/2132315/tumblr_kx4fq9Rdzi1qax4sio1_400_large.jpg?1272920989" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/2132315/tumblr_kx4fq9Rdzi1qax4sio1_400_large.jpg?1272920989" width="317" /></a><a href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/1550421/tumblr_ky9o59dact1qzfya1o1_500_large.jpg?1266933448" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/1550421/tumblr_ky9o59dact1qzfya1o1_500_large.jpg?1266933448" width="320" /></a><a href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/1896681/tumblr_l0kcr3PUpE1qbv6oxo1_500_large.jpg?1270779994" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/1896681/tumblr_l0kcr3PUpE1qbv6oxo1_500_large.jpg?1270779994" width="320" /></a><a href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/1700356/tumblr_kzdxydVGxW1qbqizxo1_500_large.jpg?1268760750" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/1700356/tumblr_kzdxydVGxW1qbqizxo1_500_large.jpg?1268760750" width="320" /></a></div>So honey:<br /><i>Dont be afraid. Take a sad song and make it better. Remember to let him into your heart, then you can start to make it better. </i><br /><br /><i>And anytime you feel the pain, Hey jude refain. Don't carry the world on your shoulders. For well you know that it's a fool who plays it cool by making his world a litte colder.</i><br /><br />I know you don't like the Beatles as much as I do. But hey? It's worth a try right? As Jonathan says: Don't be afraid to try something new.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:x-large;">DONT BE SAD! I LOVE YOU#</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704153548905604941.post-48412442795775511252010-05-26T00:56:00.007+02:002010-07-16T20:27:07.147+02:00Sorry.<object width="55" height="25"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Plj8xVlelYU&hl=nb_NO&fs=1&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Plj8xVlelYU&hl=nb_NO&fs=1&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="55" height="25"></embed></object><br /><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Gavin DeGraw - Let it go.</span><br /></span></i><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzp68FOPHzOcoxBIysZ0Bp6ZQkm3nWaI70swY_xWmuRsKwOGMyZD_7C3X2WcyMH_5e0i5KhNIKhpkm2nsGpYX37wLDMB_QcvMR96czmp62H-LGA_AX4Rluc7qvIecPkIcDFiuOZ11K-A/s1600/tumblr_l2i1uxZ8tz1qb1onko1_500_large.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 317px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzp68FOPHzOcoxBIysZ0Bp6ZQkm3nWaI70swY_xWmuRsKwOGMyZD_7C3X2WcyMH_5e0i5KhNIKhpkm2nsGpYX37wLDMB_QcvMR96czmp62H-LGA_AX4Rluc7qvIecPkIcDFiuOZ11K-A/s400/tumblr_l2i1uxZ8tz1qb1onko1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475347733604022498" /></a><br />I'm so glad nobody knows about this blog. At least for now.<div>I feel like a big asshole. I'm so stupid. I didn't mean to! But rumours, they ruins everything. Well, someone what's the label "whore" on them. But that's another story.</div><div>I don't want to mention names. But everyone who knows me good knows who this is all about.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtrEC-h7zUcRxEkpBFL8p9vGwX_OxH2tJBipUA5EzbpGghnrOWnRedIUrNRqAcFeZlyLfvWzoorrBPWufXHOx49sd2mSWAjTXQtAWBvmQ1q_vn5S0j2beCcllNkojxP0ImR-wFQAIWiw/s400/3334784657_a1f307beab_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475347732316481586" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></span></div><div>I'm so sorry for what I said, you said it was okay, you said I wasn't being a bad person or something, although I feel so mean. I was just asking, I had to. I'm so sorry.</div><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjStJm1JACl_VbejMNtgq0Xt7k3U29UvsbfoLBN-vfPCig33viiJmLtKPZWxHoXuU_u1S6DjoI94yRKlMNPtMrI_ALlPvYGqRAqKfLeBMqITizlUvu1kATUZ2IU88OlxfDoIMY252-oww/s400/hannanhavoc_005_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475348241108983202" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 394px; height: 400px; " /></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704153548905604941.post-4863737696132191742010-05-24T01:10:00.002+02:002010-07-16T20:28:08.597+02:00I love the rainKid made of stardust? What am I doin here? Im not made out of stardust- atleast I Think so- I'm guestblogging, and it's awesome. I like stars, and i like the moon. It's so bright and shiny.<br /><br />This is just because I'm bored, and I havent really got anything better to do. I love this blog. I love my friend for making it. My friend is brilliant. God, you just gotta love her creativity. Today I had to walk today. For like an hour. No, I am joking. It was more like 10 minutes. Just so I could hang out with my friend. I'm such a good friend, atleast, thats what i want to think. I had to walk in the rain, I love the rain!<br /><br />I love the way the rain hits the ground, and the tiny rings it makes in the tiny ponds. I am easily facinated, and rain facinates me. And I love the way the cool rain hits my warm face. It's magical.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/2250136/7d6f64ecd679eed863caf4e492a29470_large.jpg?1273906839" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="275" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/2250136/7d6f64ecd679eed863caf4e492a29470_large.jpg?1273906839" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/2217394/4583278366_51cdbeec38_large.jpg?1273637080" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="248" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/2217394/4583278366_51cdbeec38_large.jpg?1273637080" width="400" /></a></div><br />Rain is great. It washes every little fiber of our planet. It's way better than snow- snow just hides everything, and when it melts, you can see everything you thought was gone. I LOVE RAIN.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704153548905604941.post-4511553057944448602010-05-24T00:13:00.003+02:002010-07-16T20:26:56.808+02:00A new bloggerThere is a new blogger on this blog. Let's welcome her.<br />We are now to girls on this blog, both of us are from Norway, but from two different islands. But that's okey, we are bestfriends.<br /><br />She is 16, soon 17, as I have said I'm 15, turning 16 in october. Just wanted to let you guys know.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704153548905604941.post-40128935579317335152010-05-23T15:28:00.003+02:002010-07-16T20:26:19.298+02:00Who want's to live forever?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij1DsC5jrMffjUgYT8STp2hS9G-ubO_xG2O0oqeaTVSiBQkXO5pFjEmNdbyWmEkVReSRU_sjIoTWQebGN1uLf29BfGZ8YdifXUGj0CXCUdgSnwH27t1i7aGK9Md6Vq2KPQVUP7vt4_lg/s1600/tumblr_l0sxw26UNF1qzvsqto1_400_large.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij1DsC5jrMffjUgYT8STp2hS9G-ubO_xG2O0oqeaTVSiBQkXO5pFjEmNdbyWmEkVReSRU_sjIoTWQebGN1uLf29BfGZ8YdifXUGj0CXCUdgSnwH27t1i7aGK9Md6Vq2KPQVUP7vt4_lg/s400/tumblr_l0sxw26UNF1qzvsqto1_400_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474457831063627442" border="0" /></a><br />To <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">begin</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">with</span> I <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">would</span> like to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">say</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">that</span> I <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">am</span> a 15 <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">years</span> old girl <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">from</span> Norway. I have <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">nothing</span> do to, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">seriously</span>. I just <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">made</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">this</span> blog for <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">fun</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">practise</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">my</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">english</span>? I don't know, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">but</span> I <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">need</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">it</span>.<br /><br />I <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">really</span> like <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">pictures</span>. I <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">want</span> to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">work</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">with</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24">media</span>. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25">That</span>'s <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26">what</span> I know for <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27">now</span>. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28">In</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29">autumn</span> I <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30">will</span> start <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31">on</span> a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32">school</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33">were</span> I <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34">can</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35">learn</span> more <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36">about</span> media and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37">photoshop</span>. I <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38">am</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39">really</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40">looking</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41">forward</span> to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42">it</span>! I'm <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43">so</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44">excited</span>. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45">Hehe</span>.<br /><br />I don't <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46">think</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47">this</span> blog <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48">will</span> be <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49">used</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50">often</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51">although</span> I <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52">want</span> to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53">use</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54">it</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55">often</span>. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56">But</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57">yeah</span>, I'm <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58">terrible</span> at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59">writing</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_60">english</span>, I <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_61">think</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_62">many</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_63">of</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_64">the</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_65">senctences</span> and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_66">word</span> are <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_67">wrong</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_68">wrong</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_69">worng</span>. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_70">Wrong</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_71">in</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_72">so</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_73">many</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_74">ways</span>. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_75">But</span> I don't <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_76">care</span>. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_77">This</span> blog is just for <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_78">fun</span>. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_79">So</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_80">yeah</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_81">cya</span>.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEXcmfRe69UcrHvo9eexMpuosGpsli7NvMZIlfnJ6CFlZ6asZ64QkmctL_TwkfanAIz7RYUN9TJwc5VRfckjo89esii6L0m6PS4WMc5kjJfRMTHW3AaYIZp09i9QR51o3qg7b5oNeNAg/s1600/tumblr_kzhzf4Lk7W1qa5zw1o1_500_large.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEXcmfRe69UcrHvo9eexMpuosGpsli7NvMZIlfnJ6CFlZ6asZ64QkmctL_TwkfanAIz7RYUN9TJwc5VRfckjo89esii6L0m6PS4WMc5kjJfRMTHW3AaYIZp09i9QR51o3qg7b5oNeNAg/s400/tumblr_kzhzf4Lk7W1qa5zw1o1_500_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474457840715374402" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1