<?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-8319428565965137960</id><updated>2012-01-19T10:52:56.585+01:00</updated><category term='not atm'/><category term='Joe Eck and Wayne Witerrowd'/><category term='kjæreste'/><category term='Stratos'/><category term='Nippon Art'/><category term='Luck'/><category term='NISS'/><category term='summerfeeling'/><category term='Bloggadresse/side'/><category term='Les Misérables'/><category term='skole'/><category term='reaching the end'/><category term='planlegge'/><category term='garden'/><category term='Belly dance'/><category term='theatre'/><category term='chlorine gas'/><category term='home'/><category term='Jon Lundemoen'/><category term='Aglet'/><category term='ta livet ved horna og lev det'/><category term='John Burnside'/><category term='påskekonkurranse'/><category term='Simon Bang-Hansen'/><category term='Punt'/><category term='hellboy 2'/><category term='Maia Madness'/><category term='The Glister'/><category term='Håvard Schei'/><category term='Aleksander'/><category term='the future'/><category term='Quiz'/><category term='Øytun'/><category term='reading'/><category term='Amor Fati'/><category term='Maxine Kumin'/><category term='Kevin G'/><category term='Konkurranse'/><category term='omvalg'/><category term='nord'/><category term='ahead'/><category term='sjekkelinjer'/><category term='Filmpolitiets Kortfilmpris'/><category term='The camera doesn&apos;t make the photographer. folke high school'/><category term='save'/><category term='Hanne'/><category term='grades'/><category term='dikt'/><category term='ufør'/><category term='Torgunn'/><category term='Aron Segerström'/><category term='Joe Eck'/><category term='compliments'/><category term='Harp'/><category term='priorities'/><category term='å følge hjertet'/><category term='reisefeber'/><category term='Abcence makes a heart grow fonder'/><category term='quality'/><category term='fun'/><category term='Nerd'/><category term='blogging'/><category term='strikke'/><category term='glemskhet'/><category term='babysit'/><category term='love'/><category term='Mexico'/><category term='Mess'/><category term='Mom'/><category term='Qi Gong'/><category term='savn'/><category term='Bent Holm'/><category term='Going away soon'/><category term='Everything&apos;s gonna be alright'/><category term='Folkehøgskole'/><category term='boyfriend'/><category term='Mean girls'/><category term='fremmedord'/><category term='Bill.mrk.:Elske på'/><category term='Shoe'/><category term='mamma'/><category term='Zombie'/><category term='quote'/><category term='biologi'/><category term='motbevise'/><category term='insults'/><category term='risk'/><category term='CEPE'/><category term='succeed'/><category term='Perry Eriksen'/><category term='NTNU'/><category term='Hammer time'/><category term='sleep'/><category term='sex'/><category term='Education Explained'/><category term='Timbuktu'/><category term='lack of time'/><category term='Antoine de Saint-Exupéry'/><category term='Razumny'/><category term='Sweetbox'/><category term='ordbok'/><category term='grown up'/><category term='framtid'/><category term='another world'/><category term='NAV'/><category term='kjønnsroller'/><category term='signs'/><category term='happiness'/><category term='Seychelles Ballet Flats'/><category term='Frikar'/><category term='realistic'/><category term='friends'/><category term='School'/><category term='huske liste'/><category term='fullness of being'/><category term='Sjarmerene gjenbruk'/><category term='tid til seg selv'/><category term='Wife'/><category term='Coyoacan'/><category term='Steffen'/><category term='to be'/><category term='physical activities'/><category term='pakking'/><category term='Harold&apos;s planet'/><category term='McHammer'/><category term='maktstrukturer'/><category term='Kick'/><category term='gym'/><category term='lese'/><category term='Pilates'/><category term='Trond Amundsen'/><category term='WAyne Witterrowd'/><category term='5-årsplan'/><category term='RADS'/><category term='U Can&apos;t Touch This'/><category term='Det löser sej'/><category term='sliten'/><category term='another blog'/><category term='Yoga'/><category term='André Øvredal'/><category term='African dance'/><category term='Lausdans'/><category term='The new school year'/><category term='enemies'/><category term='Risk Assessment'/><category term='move in'/><category term='knitting'/><category term='Things you didn&apos;t know had names'/><category term='Krav Maga'/><category term='Laurie David'/><category term='Petter V. Kjær'/><category term='words'/><category term='Mystery Hazard #2'/><category term='fysikk'/><category term='joyful'/><category term='veien blir til mens man går'/><category term='årbok'/><category term='possibilites'/><category term='Baz Luhrman'/><category term='David Whyte'/><category term='Phosphenes'/><category term='Enjoy life'/><category term='adfred'/><category term='Amy Poehler'/><category term='use your body'/><category term='Brukerstøtte'/><category term='Books'/><title type='text'>And All That Jazz</title><subtitle type='html'>Just as random and messy as me, 
though I don't want to be.

Du skal finne det du er best på, og så gjere det. Du skal ikkje ta avstikkare, men bare gjere det.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spareattic.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319428565965137960/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spareattic.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Annasui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05354351879916481491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319428565965137960.post-9171575477368792594</id><published>2010-04-01T19:58:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T20:05:28.174+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='påskekonkurranse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Enjoy life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ta livet ved horna og lev det'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jon Lundemoen'/><title type='text'>Påske konkurranse hs Jon Lundemoen</title><content type='html'>Jon Lundemoen har en blogg om det har driver med i hverdagen sin og hva han oppnår i sitt liv  stylist, make-up artist, frisør og super modell. Det ser ut til at han kaster seg ut i livet og det han vil. Han kan nok opp nå det meste han ønsker. Hans plan er for den dagen han blir gammel er å sprette champagnen og feire livet han har levd. Og husk alltid Jon Lundemoens motto; Enjoy life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta turen innom &lt;a href="http://jonlundemoen.blogg.no/1270116639_oppdatering_p_pskekon.html"&gt;påskekonkurransen&lt;/a&gt; hans og delta! Jo flere, jo mer morro!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319428565965137960-9171575477368792594?l=spareattic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spareattic.blogspot.com/feeds/9171575477368792594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spareattic.blogspot.com/2010/04/paske-konkurranse-hs-jon-lundemoen.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319428565965137960/posts/default/9171575477368792594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319428565965137960/posts/default/9171575477368792594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spareattic.blogspot.com/2010/04/paske-konkurranse-hs-jon-lundemoen.html' title='Påske konkurranse hs Jon Lundemoen'/><author><name>Annasui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05354351879916481491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319428565965137960.post-5048088651370561200</id><published>2010-03-31T11:00:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T11:05:08.763+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Konkurranse'/><title type='text'>Hva er vel bedre enn å starte påska med en konkurranse?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://stinemos.blogspot.com/2010/03/konkurranse-med-flotte-premier.html"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_85yyO0IRUK4/S7CRIrIKHLI/AAAAAAAADmI/5v9YXN0WfpY/s200/Bilde+25.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stine gir denne påska sine mulighet til å vinne et alternativt påske egg. Et påske egg som mange vil mene er mye finere for figuren enn et egg fylt med hvitsjokolade med gul konditorfarge, marsipan farget gult og kvikklunsj, for bare å nevne noe. Delta da vel!? Lykke til!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319428565965137960-5048088651370561200?l=spareattic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spareattic.blogspot.com/feeds/5048088651370561200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spareattic.blogspot.com/2010/03/hva-er-vel-bedre-enn-starte-paska-med.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319428565965137960/posts/default/5048088651370561200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319428565965137960/posts/default/5048088651370561200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spareattic.blogspot.com/2010/03/hva-er-vel-bedre-enn-starte-paska-med.html' title='Hva er vel bedre enn å starte påska med en konkurranse?'/><author><name>Annasui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05354351879916481491</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/_85yyO0IRUK4/S7CRIrIKHLI/AAAAAAAADmI/5v9YXN0WfpY/s72-c/Bilde+25.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319428565965137960.post-7984567486200824726</id><published>2010-03-18T11:16:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T11:20:31.939+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maktstrukturer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='biologi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kjønnsroller'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trond Amundsen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adfred'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NTNU'/><title type='text'>Den farlige biologien</title><content type='html'>Frykten for biologien bunner i en frykt for at biologiske forklaringer skal bli brukt til å legitimere alt fra kjønnsroller til maktstrukturer.&lt;br /&gt;Omfattende ordskifte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media.aftenposten.no/archive/01228/_Escenic-evo_titte_1228235s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 625px; height: 269px;" src="http://media.aftenposten.no/archive/01228/_Escenic-evo_titte_1228235s.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Å avvise biologi som en faktor i å forstå menneskelig adferd er å  fornekte at mennesket er en dyreart med en evolusjonær fortid, skriver  Trond Amundsen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Programserien Hjernevask har utløst det mest omfattende ordskiftet om menneskets natur og adferd på tiår. Det handler om hva det er å være menneske – vår forståelse av oss selv. Hvorfor oppfører vi oss som vi gjør? Hvorfor er vi så glad i å lage barn – og hvorfor tar vi oss, stort sett, så godt av dem? Hvorfor søker mennesker makt? Er det forskjell på menn og kvinner i hvor mye de søker makt, og i så fall hvorfor? Hvorfor ofrer så mange – oftest menn – både ære og jobb for sex? Hva er det som forklarer konkurranse mellom mennesker – men også samarbeid og omsorg for medmennesker? Hvorfor er de fleste av oss mer omsorgsfulle mot egne barn – og mot slektninger – enn mot fremmede?&lt;br /&gt;Mennesker og andre dyr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slike spørsmål berører kjernepunkter i alle menneskers liv, og i samfunnet. Det er også spørsmål som har direkte paralleller i studier av andre dyr enn mennesket. Statussignaler, seksuell og sosial adferd, konflikt, samarbeid og omsorg er sentrale temaer i evolusjonsbiologien. Disse temaene står sentralt i forskning på alt fra insekter til fisk, fugl og pattedyr, inkludert våre nærmeste slektninger blant menneskeapene. Kunnskapsbasen om slike spørsmål er stor, og raskt økende.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Har spørsmålene også relevans for å forstå mennesket? Ja, vil de fleste evolusjonsbiologer hevde – vi er som andre dyr formet av vår evolusjonære historie. I kroppslige trekk så vel som i adferd og evner. Dette betyr ikke at vi kan forklare all menneskelig adferd med biologi. Det betyr heller ikke at kunnskap fra torsk, kjøttmeis og elg kan overføres ukritisk. Men kunnskap om andre dyr kan hjelpe oss å formulere spørsmål om mennesket som kan gjøres til gjenstand for forskning og kritisk testing.&lt;br /&gt;Ikke bare gener.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Det er viktig å understreke at biologisk forskning om slike spørsmål ikke bare handler om «gener», men også miljøets påvirkning. Miljøet er alt fra forholdene i mors mage til oppvekstmiljø, læring og kulturpåvirkning i voksen alder. Dette er temaer for medisin, psykologi og sosiologi. Og for biologi, som har mye å fortelle oss om miljøpåvirkninger og læring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Å avvise biologi som en faktor i å forstå menneskelig adferd er å fornekte at mennesket er en dyreart med en evolusjonær fortid. I sin mest ekstreme form ser vi dette i forestillingen om at vi fødes med «blanke ark», med identiske forutsetninger, og at alle adferdsforskjeller skyldes kultur og oppvekst. Vi ser det også i forestillingen om at «kjønn er en kulturell konstruksjon», i strid med biologisk kunnskap om at kjønnet formering og kjønnsforskjeller er noe av det mest grunnleggende i forståelsen av naturens dynamikk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  «Vitenskapen er ikke politisk, og kan ikke være det om den skal ha troverdighet som kunnskapsleverandør»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hvorfor så redde?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hvorfor er vi så redde for biologien? Ligger nøkkelen i forestillingen om at det som er «naturlig» også er «rett»? At etiske normer – hvordan vi skal leve våre liv og forme samfunnet – følger av hva som er «naturlig»? Da blir det et problem hvis det finnes biologiske forklaringer på adferd vi ikke liker. Hvis evolusjonsbiologiske teorier om statussignalisering og konkurranse kan bidra til å forklare hvorfor flere menn enn kvinner søker makt, burde vi ikke da også mene at det er slik det bør være?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nei, sier jeg. Og de aller fleste evolusjonsbiologer. Dette sier vitenskapen ingenting om. Vi kan ikke slutte våre etiske normer fra en beskrivelse av menneskets mer eller mindre primitive drivkrefter. I vitenskapsteorien kalles dette «The Naturalistic Fallacy» – feilslutningen å tolke «er» som «bør». Hvis det er slik at menn i større grad søker makt og ledende posisjoner, følger det på ingen måte at menn utøver bedre lederskap. For å ta stilling til det siste må man ha normer – en mening om hva som er bra og dårlig. Her har biologien ingenting å bidra med. Vitenskap søker forståelse og er ikke normativ. Når det gjelder etiske normer og politiske valg er vi forskere ikke mer eksperter enn alle andre.&lt;br /&gt;Bruk og misbruk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noen vil kanskje hevde at dette er en naiv holdning. At vitenskap blir brukt – og misbrukt – til å støtte bestemte samfunnssyn. Og selvsagt – all vitenskap kan misbrukes. Men skal vi unnlate å søke forståelse av naturen og samfunnet, menneskets natur inkludert, av den grunn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frykten for biologien bunner i en frykt for at biologiske forklaringer skal bli brukt til å legitimere alt fra kjønnsroller til maktstrukturer og skjevfordeling av rikdom og velferd, nasjonalt og internasjonalt. Historien har vist at en slik bekymring ikke er grunnløs. Men dessverre har frykten ofte ført til en avvisning av biologien som bidragsyter i å forstå menneskelig adferd. Hvis man slutter fra er til bør er dette forståelig. I dag er det viktig å slå fast at det ikke er vitenskapelig grunnlag for slike slutninger.&lt;br /&gt;Vi må forstå.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hvordan kan vi skape det samfunnet vi ønsker hvis vi ikke forstår menneskenaturens grunnleggende drivkrefter? Den britiske feministen og vitenskapshistorikeren Helena Cronin har sagt det slik: «All politikk burde bygge på en forståelse av menneskets natur – av menns og kvinners natur. Hvis man ønsker å endre folks adferd, må man endre miljøet på en hensiktsmessig måte. Og hva som er hensiktsmessig kan være svært forskjellig for menn og kvinner. Darwins teori er avgjørende for å peke ut disse forskjellene».&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Som samfunnsborgere har vi ulike syn på hva slags samfunn vi ønsker. Men all politikk vil ha større forutsetninger for å lykkes hvis den bygger på, og ikke fornekter, den kunnskapen vitenskapen kan gi oss om menneskets natur, adferd og drivkrefter. Her trenger vi både biologi og samfunnsvitenskap.&lt;br /&gt;Vitenskap og politikk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slik kan vitenskapen spille en rolle i samfunnet. Men det er ikke dette som er vitenskapens kjerne. Kjernen er ønsket om å forstå – å forklare det som har vært uforklarlig. Forståelse har en egenverdi som beriker individ så vel som samfunn. Enten det gjelder kvantefysikk, historie eller menns og kvinners natur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mange av oss ønsker et samfunn med gode muligheter for både menn og kvinner, og med gode sosiale ordninger. Men slike politiske ønsker er vitenskapelig irrelevante. Vitenskapen er ikke politisk, og kan ikke være det om den skal ha troverdighet som kunnskapsleverandør. For den som ønsker å utøve politikk vil imidlertid det å forstå menneskenaturen være en hjelp til – ikke et hinder for – å skape det samfunnet man ønsker.&lt;br /&gt;TROND AMUNDSEN, Institutt for biologi, NTNU, Trondheim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeg fant denne krønike interessant, den er hentet fra &lt;a href="http://www.aftenposten.no/meninger/kronikker/article3562404.ece?service=print"&gt;Aftenposten&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319428565965137960-7984567486200824726?l=spareattic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spareattic.blogspot.com/feeds/7984567486200824726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spareattic.blogspot.com/2010/03/den-farlige-biologien.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319428565965137960/posts/default/7984567486200824726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319428565965137960/posts/default/7984567486200824726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spareattic.blogspot.com/2010/03/den-farlige-biologien.html' title='Den farlige biologien'/><author><name>Annasui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05354351879916481491</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-8319428565965137960.post-6562605824724977264</id><published>2010-02-20T17:13:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T17:15:47.855+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aron Segerström'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sjekkelinjer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Øytun'/><title type='text'>Noen "sjekkelinjer" fra en svenske på Øytun</title><content type='html'>Om det vore kriminellt att vara vacker, skulle du få livstid.&lt;br /&gt;- Aron Segerström&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jag begår inte att du ska falla för mig, men du kan väl snubla lite?&lt;br /&gt;- Aron Segerström&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta av dig kläderna, det är insidan som räknas!&lt;br /&gt;- Aron Segerström&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319428565965137960-6562605824724977264?l=spareattic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spareattic.blogspot.com/feeds/6562605824724977264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spareattic.blogspot.com/2010/02/noen-sjekkelinjer-fra-en-svenske-pa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319428565965137960/posts/default/6562605824724977264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319428565965137960/posts/default/6562605824724977264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spareattic.blogspot.com/2010/02/noen-sjekkelinjer-fra-en-svenske-pa.html' title='Noen &quot;sjekkelinjer&quot; fra en svenske på Øytun'/><author><name>Annasui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05354351879916481491</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-8319428565965137960.post-1135693672311253861</id><published>2009-10-14T11:44:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T11:58:25.463+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Risk Assessment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RADS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quiz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chlorine gas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wife'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zombie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='risk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mystery Hazard #2'/><title type='text'>Mystery Hazard #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of &lt;wife&gt;&lt;wife&gt;'s classes is "Risk Assessment", where the subjects vary from hazmat exposure prevention, treatment, risk mitigation, etc. and so on. One of her recent assignments was a "Mystery Hazards" quiz, where the professor gave a list of symptoms and clues about a toxin and you had to identify what it was and explain how each clue is relevant to the toxin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of these, "&lt;strong&gt;Mystery Hazard #2&lt;/strong&gt;", had the following clues:&lt;br /&gt;* This hazard is yellow green in color.&lt;br /&gt;*It is best to keep it confined, because, if let loose, it tends to violently attack entities around it, including people, animals, plants and inanimate objects.&lt;br /&gt;*If it goes after you, and contacts you, there is usually not much that you can do to protect yourself.&lt;br /&gt;*Each year, some of this hazard escapes confinement, one way or another, and it ends up harming or killing people.&lt;br /&gt;*Those who are unknowledgeable about this hazard run a much greater risk of it appearing unexpectedly in their homes and attacking them. Each year, unsuspecting people become victims in their own homes.&lt;br /&gt;*Unconfined, the presence of this hazard is associated with depression.&lt;br /&gt;*Despite opposition from many, tons of this hazard, newly generated, appear in this country every year.&lt;br /&gt;*This hazard is highly unnatural on earth, yet it is present in abudnace on certain other worlds.&lt;br /&gt;*A small fraction of this hazard is radioactive.&lt;br /&gt;*A single exposure of it can lead to RADS.&lt;br /&gt;*With combustibles, this hazard can, and often does, cause conflagration.&lt;br /&gt;*Long used to preserve life, this hazard is now also being contemplated by terrorists for use in ending life.&lt;br /&gt;*Experts have concerns about this hazard getting into the wrong hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The correct answer is, of course, chlorine gas. However, I thought of a far more dangerous answer, so I wrote up the following. &lt;wife&gt;liked it so much that she posted it on her class's discussion board. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MYSTERY HAZARD #2: ZOMBIES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://graphics8.nytimes.com/images/2007/10/15/nyregion/15zombie.span.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 531px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 354px" alt="" src="http://graphics8.nytimes.com/images/2007/10/15/nyregion/15zombie.span.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This hazard is yellow green in color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;While zombies have been observed in many colors (depending on their stage of decomposition when reanimated), their most common complexion is that of a pasty rotting yellow-green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It is best to keep it confined, because, if let loose, it tends to violently attack entities around it, including people, animals, plants and inanimate objects&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Zombies are relentless in their undying search for braaaaains. If human brains are unavailable, some zombies have been known to go after animal brains, particularly cows and other farm animals, since they offer little to no resistance. As for the attacks on plants, research has not yet determined whether vegetarian zombies are attracted to graaaaains, or more specifically to braaaaan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they sense that humans have barricaded themselves into vehicles, buildings, or other &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;inanimate objects, zombies can be particularly stubborn. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If it goes after you, and contacts you, there is usually not much that you can do to protect yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Once eaten by zombies, victims are likely to become zombies themselves. If their initial wounds are not fatal, a zombie’s bite is usually poisonous enough to cause eventual zombification; even a scratch or claw can cause major infection. Due to this, zombification is highly contagious, and it is recommended that everyone stay as far away from shambling zombie hordes as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://umphulump55.files.wordpress.com/2009/09/zombie-attack-survival-kit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 342px" alt="" src="http://umphulump55.files.wordpress.com/2009/09/zombie-attack-survival-kit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Each year, some of this hazard escapes confinement, one way or another, and it ends up harming or killing people.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zombies do occasionally break loose, and sometimes even escape from the secret government research facilities where their condition is studied. These events and their aftermath are often caught on film and presented in gritty documentaries, but the government usually covers up these incidents through their control of Hollywood, by repackaging the documentaries as horror movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Those who are unknowledgeable about this hazard run a much greater risk of it appearing unexpectedly in their homes and attacking them. Each year, unsuspecting people become victims in their own homes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The zombie threat is very real. As such, people unaware of this threat tend to leave doors unlocked or windows open, making it easy for zombies to gain entry. The best way to prevent zombies from gaining access to your home is by boarding up all windows with plywood or metal bars, and barricading all doors with heavy furniture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Unconfined, the presence of this hazard is associated with depression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;A crowd of animated rotting corpses, in mindless pursuit of brains, is likely to make any observer very, very sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Despite opposition from many, tons of this hazard, newly generated, appear in this country every year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Every Halloween, tons of children and adults dress up as zombies. Whether this is done for entertainment’s sake, or as a weak attempt to camouflage themselves among the walking undead, still remains to be seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This hazard is highly unnatural on earth, yet it is present in abundance on certain other worlds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Zombies? Unnatural on earth?? That certainly goes without saying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for other worlds, although substantiated reports are very rare (Dante’s Inferno may be as close as we have seen so far), it is rumored that some other dimensions, or some of the inner circles of Hell, are positively teeming with zombies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A small fraction of this hazard is radioactive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;A small fraction of zombies are radioactive, yes. In the simplest cases, the radiation poisoning was the initial cause of human death; once zombified, this leads to radioactive zombies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a more chilling note, in remote areas, entire towns have been overrun by zombies, and the best defense was to destroy the town with a small-scale tactical nuke, then report it to the news as a tragic environmental disaster. While this is often effective, there have been reports of...survivors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A single exposure of it can lead to RADS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Ummm...I don’t know what RADS is, but if it’s caused by a zombie, then I’m not sure I’d want to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With combustibles, this hazard can, and often does, cause conflagration.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, zombies are highly flammable. Their skin and bones are dry and brittle, and the decomposition of their rotting flesh releases organic gases that are absorbed by their clothes, adding fuel to the fire in a very literal sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, fire alone is often not enough to kill a zombie. As a result, perhaps the only thing scarier than a zombie is a ZOMBIE ON FIRE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Long used to preserve life, this hazard is now also being contemplated by terrorists for use in ending life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first accounts of zombies came from ancient Egypt. Mummification was an attempt to preserve the bodies of the rulers and the wealthy, but grave robbers and hapless archaeologists unwittingly tripped hieroglyphic curses, causing “mummies” to come to life and defend their tombs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In modern day, some mad scientists and “reanimators” still look to zombies as a viable method of world domination (or at least an easy route to an article in J.AMA). After all, when it comes to spreading fear, terror, and ultimately death, what could possibly be more effective than an army of the walking dead to do your unholy bidding?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Experts have concerns about this hazard getting into the wrong hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn’t YOU?!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8319428565965137960-1135693672311253861?l=spareattic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spareattic.blogspot.com/feeds/1135693672311253861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spareattic.blogspot.com/2009/10/mystery-hazard-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319428565965137960/posts/default/1135693672311253861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319428565965137960/posts/default/1135693672311253861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spareattic.blogspot.com/2009/10/mystery-hazard-2.html' title='Mystery Hazard #2'/><author><name>Annasui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05354351879916481491</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-8319428565965137960.post-4609340840757127852</id><published>2009-09-24T17:56:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T17:59:37.974+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='not atm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The camera doesn&apos;t make the photographer. folke high school'/><title type='text'>Not really writing here atm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://frokenmakelos.com/wp-content/uploads/camera.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 397px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 330px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://frokenmakelos.com/wp-content/uploads/camera.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm not really writing here atm but I stumbeled uppon this picture online at one og my mostly read blogs and I just had to post it. It's so true and fits my reality perfectly atm as I'm stying photography at a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Folk_high_school"&gt;folk high school&lt;/a&gt;(folkehøgskole) atm.&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/8319428565965137960-4609340840757127852?l=spareattic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spareattic.blogspot.com/feeds/4609340840757127852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spareattic.blogspot.com/2009/09/not-really-writing-here-atm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319428565965137960/posts/default/4609340840757127852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319428565965137960/posts/default/4609340840757127852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spareattic.blogspot.com/2009/09/not-really-writing-here-atm.html' title='Not really writing here atm'/><author><name>Annasui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05354351879916481491</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-8319428565965137960.post-4919484755289401194</id><published>2009-08-24T17:56:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T18:04:45.899+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='another blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The new school year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lack of time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bill.mrk.:Elske på'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boyfriend'/><title type='text'>New times, or lack of it</title><content type='html'>The school I'm attending for the year to come started about a week ago. In that time we've had the time to have 2 day lectures in the main subject of our choose. Had loads of other activities and a minimal amount of time to rest. In other words this means I'm not going to blog too much here for the year to come. If you feel like getting an update on what I'm doing and read some blog posts written by either me or my boyfriend you could go &lt;a href="http://billmrk.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. And read the blog my boyfriend and I are keeping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319428565965137960-4919484755289401194?l=spareattic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spareattic.blogspot.com/feeds/4919484755289401194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spareattic.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-times-with-lack-of-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319428565965137960/posts/default/4919484755289401194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319428565965137960/posts/default/4919484755289401194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spareattic.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-times-with-lack-of-it.html' title='New times, or lack of it'/><author><name>Annasui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05354351879916481491</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-8319428565965137960.post-4021955533273733433</id><published>2009-08-11T22:35:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T22:40:58.460+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='McHammer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Going away soon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='U Can&apos;t Touch This'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hammer time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stratos'/><title type='text'>This makes me happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_MByue2c8oY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_MByue2c8oY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this song and I can't really say that I dislike Stratos. Such a fun commercial. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lyrics;&lt;br /&gt;Can´t touch this &lt;br /&gt;Moo, moo, moo, moo &lt;br /&gt;Chocolate hits me so hard &lt;br /&gt;Makes me say Oh, so good! &lt;br /&gt;Thank you for giving me &lt;br /&gt;a mouth to eat with and two hype feet &lt;br /&gt;It feels...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319428565965137960-4021955533273733433?l=spareattic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spareattic.blogspot.com/feeds/4021955533273733433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spareattic.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-makes-me-happy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319428565965137960/posts/default/4021955533273733433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319428565965137960/posts/default/4021955533273733433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spareattic.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-makes-me-happy.html' title='This makes me happy'/><author><name>Annasui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05354351879916481491</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-8319428565965137960.post-206043287286425883</id><published>2009-07-24T09:16:00.010+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T13:21:03.788+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='5-årsplan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Harold&apos;s planet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='veien blir til mens man går'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='planlegge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Education Explained'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nord'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='framtid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Folkehøgskole'/><title type='text'>Hva kommer så?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://harolds-planet.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 344px; height: 464px;" src="http://www.haroldsplanet.com/daily/images/989.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Om under en måned har  jeg flytta til en by ca 200 mil fra her jeg bor nå for å gå på skole. Lenge har jeg gledet meg, men grunnleggende gruet meg, til å dra på denne folkehøgskolen. Hva om jeg glemmer å ta med noe? Hva om jeg ikke klarer å bli kjent med folk? Hva om jeg ikke liker meg der likevel? Hva om...? Hva om....? Hva om...? Og sånn går regla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noen ganger sjokkerer og skuffer jeg meg selv. Jeg er helt klart ikke kapabel av å leve i nuet. For nå, når jeg endelig klarer å glede meg i større eller mindre grad til å reise og være der et år så kommer jeg , som seg hør og bør, på at det er et år etter året i nord. Hva skal jeg gjøre da? Skal jeg ta jobb? Skal jeg studere? Hva er det rette, det lure det trygge?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeg er fullstendig klar over at alle har det sånn i perioder. Som en liten kommunist med sine femårsplaner. Dette resulterer i spørsmål som må besvares. Spørsmål som hva skal jeg gjøre med livet? Hva skal jeg bli? Med dette skal det være sagt at jeg vet hva jeg vil bli, og den drømmen vil jeg følge. Man lever da bare en gang, så hvorfor gå den aller tryggeste veien og andre på det man ikke gjorde. Dette er en mentalitet jeg alltid har hatt, men etter at jeg fikk en ny sjangse til å leve livet så er dette en tanke jeg prøver å leve enda sterkere etter. Til tross for at min sosiale angst prøver å kue meg under.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sånn jeg ser ting nå kommer jeg nok til å prøve å få meg en jobb innen det jeg har lyst til å drive med. En praksissjobb. På denne måten vil jeg få en fot innenfor feltet slik at jeg kanskje vil få et enda bedre nettverk innen dette området. Det utbredte nettverket kan da igjen forsikre meg bedre jobbmuligheter og mindre sannsynlighet for å bli arbeidsløs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Det ironiske her når det kommer til Annasui og hennes femårsplaner er at yrket hun streber etter kan man ikke planlegge. Det er et yrke der veien blir til mens man går. Det viktigste for meg akkuratt nå er å klare å fortsette å følge mentaliteten;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Det er bedre å angre på det du gjorde, enn å andre på det du aldri fikk gjort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Will be translated at a later moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319428565965137960-206043287286425883?l=spareattic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spareattic.blogspot.com/feeds/206043287286425883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spareattic.blogspot.com/2009/07/hva-kommer-sa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319428565965137960/posts/default/206043287286425883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319428565965137960/posts/default/206043287286425883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spareattic.blogspot.com/2009/07/hva-kommer-sa.html' title='Hva kommer så?'/><author><name>Annasui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05354351879916481491</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-8319428565965137960.post-4737822305514956880</id><published>2009-07-20T15:05:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T15:06:36.616+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mean girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kevin G'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grades'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nerd'/><title type='text'>Kevin G &amp; the power of 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cR-41A3spQs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cR-41A3spQs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319428565965137960-4737822305514956880?l=spareattic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spareattic.blogspot.com/feeds/4737822305514956880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spareattic.blogspot.com/2009/07/kevin-g-power-of-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319428565965137960/posts/default/4737822305514956880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319428565965137960/posts/default/4737822305514956880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spareattic.blogspot.com/2009/07/kevin-g-power-of-3.html' title='Kevin G &amp; the power of 3'/><author><name>Annasui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05354351879916481491</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-8319428565965137960.post-6773581974353862368</id><published>2009-07-15T13:29:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T14:08:07.394+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyday People Cartoon in a film</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yYbqjfprWF8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yYbqjfprWF8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I'm in this situation, but I found it quite touching anyway. And made me yet again realise that I have to continue to help out pregnant friends as good as I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drawings in this film is made by Cathy Throne and you can find more of them at &lt;a href="http://everydaypeoplecartoons.com/"&gt;http://everydaypeoplecartoons.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319428565965137960-6773581974353862368?l=spareattic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spareattic.blogspot.com/feeds/6773581974353862368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spareattic.blogspot.com/2009/07/everyday-people-cartoon-in-film.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319428565965137960/posts/default/6773581974353862368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319428565965137960/posts/default/6773581974353862368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spareattic.blogspot.com/2009/07/everyday-people-cartoon-in-film.html' title='Everyday People Cartoon in a film'/><author><name>Annasui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05354351879916481491</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-8319428565965137960.post-3896353690462148857</id><published>2009-07-14T15:32:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T16:58:51.853+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NAV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Det löser sej'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ufør'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Timbuktu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motbevise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abcence makes a heart grow fonder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='savn'/><title type='text'>En ildflue i tunellen</title><content type='html'>Nå begynner ting å løse seg for meg, i hvertfall midlertidig. Jeg er i en stilling som gjør at jeg ikke alltid får til tingene jeg skal gjøre. For ikke så lenge siden erklærte faktisk legen meg 55% ufør og fortalte meg at jeg antakeligvis ikke kunne ha en stilling på mer enn 80% toppen. Etter det har jeg så klart gått rundt med konstant frykt for at ting ikke ville gå min vei i livet. At jeg hadde brukt opp flaksen. I den tiden har også mye gått min vei, men jeg har i all hovedsak ignorert det. Jeg er jo dømt er dritt framtid. I meg for det den dag i dag ei litta tulle som mener at; HAH, folk sier at jeg ikke skal klare det, jeg skal vise dem jeg. Og det er planen nå. Man skal ikke se bort fra at jeg til tider får en tung framtid, og jeg må være forsiktig så jeg ikke blir utbrent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuasjonen nå er som følger, jeg skal på folkehøgskole for å slippe det store presset om karakterer og høye krav, jeg skal dit så jeg kan drive med det jeg faktisk vil, jeg skal leve og være glad. Og NAV betaler for at jeg går på skolen, så får vi se hva mer slags støtte de kan gi meg. Må jeg kjøpe alt skole utstyr selv? Får jeg støtte? I så fall mye eller lite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Det viktigste er å være potitiv og huske på at det;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EOyUevGG9pQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EOyUevGG9pQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selv om jeg ikke vet noe om hvordan dette kommer til å gå kan jeg ikke si annet enn at jeg gleder meg masse og virkelig ser fram til året, på tross av at det betyr at jeg får se min kjære så uendelig mye mindre enn jeg ønsker. Mitt hjerte vil nok gråte mang en kveld i savnet etter Razumny. Helten, Ankeret, Holdepunktet. At jeg skal bort skal likevel ikke får være en hindring for å møte ham, jeg vet at jeg kommer til å møte ham 5 ganger i løpet av skole året. Jeg skal reise hjem fire ganger, mens han reiser en gang til meg og besøker meg på skole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Husk; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Absence makes the heart grow founder&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.thepostcard.com/walt/comic/cic/cic433.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 152px;" src="http://www.thepostcard.com/walt/comic/cic/cic433.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be translated into English, later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319428565965137960-3896353690462148857?l=spareattic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spareattic.blogspot.com/feeds/3896353690462148857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spareattic.blogspot.com/2009/07/en-ildflue-i-tunellen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319428565965137960/posts/default/3896353690462148857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319428565965137960/posts/default/3896353690462148857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spareattic.blogspot.com/2009/07/en-ildflue-i-tunellen.html' title='En ildflue i tunellen'/><author><name>Annasui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05354351879916481491</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-8319428565965137960.post-2837993848787220281</id><published>2009-06-29T23:11:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T23:13:38.643+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Glister'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='John Burnside'/><title type='text'>Quote</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Mistakes don't happen in a single moment...”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;— John Burnside, from The Glister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319428565965137960-2837993848787220281?l=spareattic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spareattic.blogspot.com/feeds/2837993848787220281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spareattic.blogspot.com/2009/06/quote.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319428565965137960/posts/default/2837993848787220281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319428565965137960/posts/default/2837993848787220281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spareattic.blogspot.com/2009/06/quote.html' title='Quote'/><author><name>Annasui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05354351879916481491</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-8319428565965137960.post-2373200256057013036</id><published>2009-06-23T08:01:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T08:05:26.220+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gym'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summerfeeling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='use your body'/><title type='text'>Be happy, dance and treasure the summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="660" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OhLOOdI23bE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OhLOOdI23bE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="660" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I first heard this song at the gym, hence this song gives me a HUGE urge to use my body and really move. I wish every person who may stumble upon, or actually reads the blog a amazing, fantastic and delicious summer filled with happy moments and feelings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319428565965137960-2373200256057013036?l=spareattic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spareattic.blogspot.com/feeds/2373200256057013036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spareattic.blogspot.com/2009/06/be-happy-dance-and-treasure-summer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319428565965137960/posts/default/2373200256057013036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319428565965137960/posts/default/2373200256057013036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spareattic.blogspot.com/2009/06/be-happy-dance-and-treasure-summer.html' title='Be happy, dance and treasure the summer'/><author><name>Annasui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05354351879916481491</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-8319428565965137960.post-1389958950347607029</id><published>2009-06-18T10:30:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T17:17:13.837+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Harold&apos;s planet'/><title type='text'>Always remember your dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.haroldsplanet.com/daily/images/870.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 570px; height: 768px;" src="http://www.haroldsplanet.com/daily/images/870.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319428565965137960-1389958950347607029?l=spareattic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spareattic.blogspot.com/feeds/1389958950347607029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spareattic.blogspot.com/2009/06/always-remember-your-dreams.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319428565965137960/posts/default/1389958950347607029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319428565965137960/posts/default/1389958950347607029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spareattic.blogspot.com/2009/06/always-remember-your-dreams.html' title='Always remember your dreams'/><author><name>Annasui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05354351879916481491</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-8319428565965137960.post-1060445141065501149</id><published>2009-06-15T14:36:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T14:54:02.662+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maxine Kumin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='another world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reading'/><title type='text'>Read</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cache1.asset-cache.net/xc/200362170-001.jpg?v=1&amp;c=NewsMaker&amp;k=2&amp;d=BEE8F6E6581A11061909D90C7EB565381F6F6178A68B340C"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 412px; height: 414px;" src="http://cache1.asset-cache.net/xc/200362170-001.jpg?v=1&amp;c=NewsMaker&amp;k=2&amp;d=BEE8F6E6581A11061909D90C7EB565381F6F6178A68B340C" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Reading in bed before sleep, the luxury&lt;br /&gt;of entering another world as if from above...&lt;br /&gt;— Maxine Kumin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319428565965137960-1060445141065501149?l=spareattic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spareattic.blogspot.com/feeds/1060445141065501149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spareattic.blogspot.com/2009/06/read.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319428565965137960/posts/default/1060445141065501149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319428565965137960/posts/default/1060445141065501149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spareattic.blogspot.com/2009/06/read.html' title='Read'/><author><name>Annasui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05354351879916481491</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-8319428565965137960.post-273829933031632828</id><published>2009-06-08T08:35:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T09:18:23.462+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Steffen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maia Madness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everything&apos;s gonna be alright'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sweetbox'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reaching the end'/><title type='text'>Getting close to the end</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lNyjkRlgO5s&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lNyjkRlgO5s&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've fought to reach the end of upper secondary school/sixth form/high school for the last 5 years. And finaly I'm getting close to the end. It's not to hide that it's been easy, that I haven't found it hard to attend school with people 4-5 years younger than me for the last year, loosing all of my normal friends and so on an so forth. But I have to say it has been an interesting journey, I've learned a lot about myself and others, I know (some) the teachers at my school better than most of the other students and some of them even better than I really want to know, but best of it all is all of the things that has happened to me. All thanks to the fact that I had to attend upper secondary school/sixth form/high school for so long I got to meet my boyfriend. Thanks &lt;a href="http://www.maiamadness.com/"&gt;Maia Madness&lt;/a&gt; and Steffen.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Steffen for breaking his arm he met Maia. Thanks to Maia for inviting him to the concert.&lt;br /&gt;I've got a lot more to write about a lot. But I also want to get some &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/White_Teeth"&gt;reading&lt;/a&gt; done before I'm off to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To you all and everyone. The best hopes and wishes for a grate summer! Do the best of and treasure the moments, you never know when things will turn the wrong way.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;¤ Panda ¤&gt;-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319428565965137960-273829933031632828?l=spareattic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spareattic.blogspot.com/feeds/273829933031632828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spareattic.blogspot.com/2009/06/getting-close-to-end.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319428565965137960/posts/default/273829933031632828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319428565965137960/posts/default/273829933031632828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spareattic.blogspot.com/2009/06/getting-close-to-end.html' title='Getting close to the end'/><author><name>Annasui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05354351879916481491</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-8319428565965137960.post-7887370416235786962</id><published>2009-05-27T13:20:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T13:24:18.083+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Punt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aglet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things you didn&apos;t know had names'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Harp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Phosphenes'/><title type='text'>Words</title><content type='html'>4 Names for Things You Didn't Know Had Names&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Aglet&lt;/span&gt;: "The covering on the end of showlace"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Phosphenes&lt;/span&gt;: "The lights you see when you close your eyes hard"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Kick or Punt&lt;/span&gt;: "The indentation at the bottom of wine bottles"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Harp&lt;/span&gt;: "The metal hoop that supports a lampshade"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319428565965137960-7887370416235786962?l=spareattic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spareattic.blogspot.com/feeds/7887370416235786962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spareattic.blogspot.com/2009/05/words.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319428565965137960/posts/default/7887370416235786962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319428565965137960/posts/default/7887370416235786962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spareattic.blogspot.com/2009/05/words.html' title='Words'/><author><name>Annasui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05354351879916481491</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-8319428565965137960.post-4439058619184524236</id><published>2009-05-25T11:17:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T11:18:30.724+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joe Eck'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WAyne Witterrowd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joyful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joe Eck and Wayne Witerrowd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garden'/><title type='text'>The garden</title><content type='html'>Of all the many joyful obligations of our existence, the garden here has been the most sustaining just in part because it is the most rhythmic, through winter, spring, summer, and fall. It actually has taught us to love every day of our life. One cannot ask more of love for a garden than that.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;—Joe Eck and Wayne Winterrowd&lt;/div&gt;          &lt;img src="http://images.oprah.com/images/spacer.gif" alt="" width="60" height="1" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319428565965137960-4439058619184524236?l=spareattic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spareattic.blogspot.com/feeds/4439058619184524236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spareattic.blogspot.com/2009/05/garden.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319428565965137960/posts/default/4439058619184524236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319428565965137960/posts/default/4439058619184524236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spareattic.blogspot.com/2009/05/garden.html' title='The garden'/><author><name>Annasui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05354351879916481491</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-8319428565965137960.post-1880564044675385224</id><published>2009-05-24T19:27:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T19:27:01.124+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Belly dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lausdans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='African dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pilates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Qi Gong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yoga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='physical activities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frikar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Krav Maga'/><title type='text'>Physical activity</title><content type='html'>I know I am a girl of the time. I wish to practice &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pilates"&gt;Pilates&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yoga"&gt;yoga&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Belly_dance"&gt;Belly dance&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/African_dance"&gt;African dacne&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Krav_Maga"&gt;Krav Maga&lt;/a&gt;, to mention but a few. By now I do practice Qi Gong, and I know that the list of what I want to practice is way too long. But you are allowed to dream and hope. According to Abraham Marlow's theory about hierarchy of needs, you need dreams to motivate you in life. You always need something to reach after in life. But watching this clip I really want to practice the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Halling_(dance)"&gt;Norwegian Lausdans &lt;/a&gt;as well. Oh, the list of the physical related activities I want to exercise is way to long and there is way to little time to reach over them all. But you can always do some of the, for some time and at the end decide which you want to practice, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="505"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Cu49QOYLpUA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Cu49QOYLpUA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="505"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319428565965137960-1880564044675385224?l=spareattic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spareattic.blogspot.com/feeds/1880564044675385224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spareattic.blogspot.com/2009/05/physical-activity_24.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319428565965137960/posts/default/1880564044675385224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319428565965137960/posts/default/1880564044675385224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spareattic.blogspot.com/2009/05/physical-activity_24.html' title='Physical activity'/><author><name>Annasui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05354351879916481491</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-8319428565965137960.post-3581364991718931892</id><published>2009-05-22T19:29:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T19:29:00.596+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='possibilites'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David Whyte'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Whisper to yourself every morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hkt_mOVktKg/ShLuBZF9aHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7bd-EKmRHFw/s1600-h/Musikkens+dag+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hkt_mOVktKg/ShLuBZF9aHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7bd-EKmRHFw/s200/Musikkens+dag+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337590216070621298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fall in love with&lt;br /&gt;the possibilities&lt;br /&gt;ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;—David Whyte&lt;/div&gt;          &lt;img src="http://images.oprah.com/images/spacer.gif" alt="" width="60" height="1" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319428565965137960-3581364991718931892?l=spareattic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spareattic.blogspot.com/feeds/3581364991718931892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spareattic.blogspot.com/2009/05/whisper-to-yourself-every-morning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319428565965137960/posts/default/3581364991718931892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319428565965137960/posts/default/3581364991718931892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spareattic.blogspot.com/2009/05/whisper-to-yourself-every-morning.html' title='Whisper to yourself every morning'/><author><name>Annasui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05354351879916481491</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/_Hkt_mOVktKg/ShLuBZF9aHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7bd-EKmRHFw/s72-c/Musikkens+dag+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319428565965137960.post-4865457784159337443</id><published>2009-05-21T19:25:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T19:25:00.710+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='compliments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insults'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baz Luhrman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='succeed'/><title type='text'>So easy, but yet so difficult</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Remember the compliments you receive, forget the insults,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if you succeed in doing this, tell me how."&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Baz Luhrman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319428565965137960-4865457784159337443?l=spareattic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spareattic.blogspot.com/feeds/4865457784159337443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spareattic.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-easy-but-yet-so-difficult.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319428565965137960/posts/default/4865457784159337443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319428565965137960/posts/default/4865457784159337443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spareattic.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-easy-but-yet-so-difficult.html' title='So easy, but yet so difficult'/><author><name>Annasui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05354351879916481491</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-8319428565965137960.post-516782139672833385</id><published>2009-05-19T16:42:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T19:11:04.894+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Petter V. Kjær'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='André Øvredal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simon Bang-Hansen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brukerstøtte'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bent Holm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Perry Eriksen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Håvard Schei'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filmpolitiets Kortfilmpris'/><title type='text'>Filmpolitiets Kortfilmpris/Filmpolice Short film-price</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.nrk.no/p3tv/kortfilmpris09/"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 45px;" src="http://nrkp3.no/wp-content/uploads/2009/05/kortfilmfestivalen2009-249.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://nrk.no/p3tv/goto/?bcpid=13413547001&amp;amp;bctid=23000124001"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Brukerstøtte&lt;br /&gt;Ingenting skal være lett, og hos brukerstøtte får du hjelpen inn med teskje.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://nrk.no/p3tv/goto/?bcpid=13413547001&amp;amp;bctid=23000124001"&gt;&lt;object id="flashObj" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=9,0,47,0" width="486" height="412"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://c.brightcove.com/services/viewer/federated_f9/1909243188?isVid=1&amp;amp;publisherID=376816878"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="flashVars" value="videoId=23000124001&amp;amp;playerID=1909243188&amp;amp;domain=embed&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="base" value="http://admin.brightcove.com"&gt;&lt;param name="seamlesstabbing" value="false"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="swLiveConnect" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://c.brightcove.com/services/viewer/federated_f9/1909243188?isVid=1&amp;amp;publisherID=376816878" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" flashvars="videoId=23000124001&amp;amp;playerID=1909243188&amp;amp;domain=embed&amp;amp;" base="http://admin.brightcove.com" name="flashObj" seamlesstabbing="false" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" swliveconnect="true" allowscriptaccess="always" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/shockwave/download/index.cgi?P1_Prod_Version=ShockwaveFlash" width="486" height="412"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I disse dager, hvor teknisk innsikt og logisk sans er erstattet med en mobil og kundeservice, er det raskt å rope etter hjelp for den minste ting. En kvinne får problemer med ytterdøra sin, og hun slår på tråden til kundeservice. Regissør André Øvredal er utdannet i USA og har laget reklamefilmer i 10 år i in&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;n- og utland. Kortfilmen er basert på &lt;a href="http://www.dagbladet.no/tekstarkiv/artikkel.php?id=5001060053097&amp;amp;tag=item&amp;amp;words=Hallgeir%3BOpedal"&gt;en spalte av Hallgeir Opedal, publisert i Dagbladet 14. mai 2006. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Regissør: André Øvredal&lt;br /&gt;Produsenter: André Øvredal, Petter V. Kjær, Simen Bang-Hansen&lt;br /&gt;Redigering: Perry Eriksen&lt;br /&gt;Lyd: Bent Holm&lt;br /&gt;Scenografi: Håvard Schei&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;(Filmen er satt som link, i mangel på mulighet til å legge den til som film. Jeg synes at filmen og det faktum at den havner i bloggen min taler for seg selv. En god latter for lenger livet.)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://kortfilmfestivalen.no/"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 88px;" src="http://www.nrk.no/p3tv/wp-content/uploads/2009/05/kortfilm-shortfilm.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;User support&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nothing is easy, and user support will spoon-feed you to understand how to do it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;These days, where technical insight and a sense of logic has been replaced by cellphones and user support, it's easy to cry for help for even the smallest challenge. A woman faces problems with her front door, and gives user support a ring. Film director André Øvredal was educated in the USA and has produced commercial flims during a decade in both at home and abroad. The short movie is based on a coloum written by Hallgeir Opedal, publicated in Dagbladet 14.06.2006. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Film director: André Øvredal&lt;br /&gt;Producers: André Øvredal, Petter V. Kjær, Simen Bang-Hansen&lt;br /&gt;Editour: Perry Eriksen&lt;br /&gt;sound: Bent Holm&lt;br /&gt;Scenography: Håvard Schei&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(You find the movie as a linke, cause of lacing the posibility to put the link in the blog. I also think that the film and the fact that the film ends up in my blogg speaks for itself.  Laughter is good for the soul.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319428565965137960-516782139672833385?l=spareattic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spareattic.blogspot.com/feeds/516782139672833385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spareattic.blogspot.com/2009/05/filmpolitiets-kortfilmpris.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319428565965137960/posts/default/516782139672833385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319428565965137960/posts/default/516782139672833385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spareattic.blogspot.com/2009/05/filmpolitiets-kortfilmpris.html' title='Filmpolitiets Kortfilmpris/Filmpolice Short film-price'/><author><name>Annasui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05354351879916481491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319428565965137960.post-1668360323297948611</id><published>2009-05-15T11:51:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T11:52:44.205+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='to be'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fullness of being'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Antoine de Saint-Exupéry'/><title type='text'>To be or just to exist?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="480" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="60"&gt;&lt;img alt="" width="60" height="1" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;          &lt;td width="360"&gt;How could there be any question of acquiring or possessing, when the one thing needful for a man is to become -- to be at last, and to die in the fullness of his being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;—Antoine de Saint-Exupéry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;          &lt;td width="60"&gt;&lt;img alt="" width="60" height="1" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319428565965137960-1668360323297948611?l=spareattic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spareattic.blogspot.com/feeds/1668360323297948611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spareattic.blogspot.com/2009/05/to-be-or-just-to-exist.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319428565965137960/posts/default/1668360323297948611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319428565965137960/posts/default/1668360323297948611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spareattic.blogspot.com/2009/05/to-be-or-just-to-exist.html' title='To be or just to exist?'/><author><name>Annasui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05354351879916481491</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-8319428565965137960.post-4543595028152785430</id><published>2009-05-11T11:04:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T11:20:10.490+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='possibilites'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David Whyte'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ahead'/><title type='text'>Remember to continue even when it all feels worthless</title><content type='html'>Fall in love with the possibilities ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;—David Whyte&lt;/div&gt;          &lt;img src="http://images.oprah.com/images/spacer.gif" alt="" width="60" height="1" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319428565965137960-4543595028152785430?l=spareattic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spareattic.blogspot.com/feeds/4543595028152785430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spareattic.blogspot.com/2009/05/remeber-to-continue-even-when-it-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319428565965137960/posts/default/4543595028152785430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319428565965137960/posts/default/4543595028152785430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spareattic.blogspot.com/2009/05/remeber-to-continue-even-when-it-all.html' title='Remember to continue even when it all feels worthless'/><author><name>Annasui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05354351879916481491</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-8319428565965137960.post-9017068308780141632</id><published>2009-04-23T15:34:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T15:42:16.005+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='enemies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amy Poehler'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reading'/><title type='text'>The other world of books</title><content type='html'>Reading was a way to make friends or enemies, a way to discover how all these different people exist in the world and to rub shoulders with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;—&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Amy Poehler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.art.com/images/products/regular/12177000/12177729.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 341px; height: 319px;" src="http://images.art.com/images/products/regular/12177000/12177729.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was and still is the truth for me. I'm not too fond of being around other persons. I prefer to keep a good distance to them and observe. As I know I do ALOT of stupid stuff and always feel like an idiot when I'm with others. Hence do I love to read, take pictures, knit and think.&lt;br /&gt;Not to talk about the fact that you can learn a lot, it help prevet dementia, you can start to think in new ways and you get higher culturaly educated. ^^ I love books. At the moment I'm reading White Teeth by Zedie Smith. I have to get a what I want to read, what I have read and what I'm reading list up and running in this blog.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;          &lt;img src="http://images.oprah.com/images/spacer.gif" alt="" width="60" height="1" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319428565965137960-9017068308780141632?l=spareattic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spareattic.blogspot.com/feeds/9017068308780141632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spareattic.blogspot.com/2009/04/other-world-of-books.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319428565965137960/posts/default/9017068308780141632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319428565965137960/posts/default/9017068308780141632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spareattic.blogspot.com/2009/04/other-world-of-books.html' title='The other world of books'/><author><name>Annasui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05354351879916481491</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-8319428565965137960.post-5558688486812842728</id><published>2009-04-22T11:16:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T11:19:19.316+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laurie David'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='å følge hjertet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the future'/><title type='text'>Start to quote</title><content type='html'>I've decided I want to start to collect quotes that I like, find interesting, move me and so on an so forth, so today I'll post the first quote. A quote that's rather important in the world we live where it seem more and more important to be perfect. An important reminder;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody has to look at his or her own footprint and do the best they can. It's not about being perfect, it's about doing something. If we're looking for perfection, we'll never, ever get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;—Laurie David&lt;/div&gt;          &lt;img src="http://images.oprah.com/images/spacer.gif" alt="" width="60" height="1" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319428565965137960-5558688486812842728?l=spareattic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spareattic.blogspot.com/feeds/5558688486812842728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spareattic.blogspot.com/2009/04/start-to-quote.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319428565965137960/posts/default/5558688486812842728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319428565965137960/posts/default/5558688486812842728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spareattic.blogspot.com/2009/04/start-to-quote.html' title='Start to quote'/><author><name>Annasui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05354351879916481491</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-8319428565965137960.post-5135826314464952436</id><published>2009-04-16T10:50:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T10:57:46.439+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seychelles Ballet Flats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shoe'/><title type='text'>Shoe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.oprah.com/images/200905/omag/200905-omag-flats-103-350x263.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 263px;" src="http://static.oprah.com/images/200905/omag/200905-omag-flats-103-350x263.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to myself and shoes I'm kind of picky. But these, Seychelles Ballet Flats, I have to say I LOVE! They are childish and sweet, but yet grown up. Only bad thing is that I don't think you can get them where I live.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319428565965137960-5135826314464952436?l=spareattic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spareattic.blogspot.com/feeds/5135826314464952436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spareattic.blogspot.com/2009/04/shoe.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319428565965137960/posts/default/5135826314464952436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319428565965137960/posts/default/5135826314464952436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spareattic.blogspot.com/2009/04/shoe.html' title='Shoe'/><author><name>Annasui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05354351879916481491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319428565965137960.post-6291437586647526656</id><published>2009-03-01T22:06:00.012+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T11:57:49.741+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hellboy 2'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babysit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sjarmerene gjenbruk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='theatre'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>Going home and getting a new book</title><content type='html'>This extended weekend(Wednesday to Sunday) I spent at my mother's place, and had a great weekend. We went to the theatre and saw Frakt under haver (&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/A_View_from_the_Bridge"&gt;A view from the bridge&lt;/a&gt;) by Arthur Miller. On Saturday I was baby sitting my adorable little brother. We saw Hellboy 2 and made brownie, and because the fuse can't take anything, they popped 3 times of something. I'm happy my mother wasn't at home, I don't think it would have pleased her. And I honestly, it is not the greatest thing in the world to have to run across the yard into the other house to replace the fuses all the time. I also got to write a paper on democracy in social subjects, and transfer some handwritten overheads to the computer for my teacher in sociology and social anthropology. This also gave me a chance to start to study for my test in the latter one/subject, even though I was having a calm weekend with my family.&lt;br /&gt;And even though I had to go home on Sunday because I'm going to school on Mondays it turned out going home wasn't such a bad idea after all. Because when I got home and opened my mailbox a packet was waiting for me; Sjarmerende gjenbruk by &lt;span class="forfatter"&gt;&lt;a href="http://charmerendegjenbruk.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ellen Dyrop&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;span class="forfatter"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sjarmerende-gjenbruk.blogspot.com/"&gt;Hanna Kristinsdóttir.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="forfatter"&gt;&lt;span class="forfatter"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.bokklubben.no/SamboWeb/bareSide.do?dokId=550645"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 238px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cUVI7Tsgfww/SXRW84O1u5I/AAAAAAAAAiE/H9B3YkI1pCg/s1600/bokomslag.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;DIY gone wild!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="forfatter"&gt;&lt;span class="forfatter"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book is definitely a must read, and it has tons of inspiration of how you can give your flea market, garage sale or attic finds a new life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among their suggestions you find a old silver tray used as a magnet board (look at the book cover), a lamp shade used for storage as a yarn basket, a wicker basked used as a lamp shade, the list just goes on and on! Below and above you can see some of the pictures from the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book is in Norwegian, but there is eye candy overload, s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="forfatter"&gt;&lt;span class="forfatter"&gt;o you definitely don't have to be a Norwegian to enjoy it or to get inspired by all the amazing solutions offered. A picture says more than a thousand words, right? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to order a copy, you can click &lt;a href="http://www.gyldendal.no/campaigns/getCamp.asp?id=3594"&gt;this &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="forfatter"&gt;&lt;span class="forfatter"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gyldendal.no/campaigns/getCamp.asp?id=3594"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;, or sand an e-mail to &lt;a href="mailto:direktesalg@gyldendal.no"&gt;the publisher&lt;/a&gt; if you're having problems understanding Norwegian. And if you want the signature of the authors (at least one of them) you just have to mention that in the comment field or say so in the mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cUVI7Tsgfww/SXRXBt2ZSuI/AAAAAAAAAis/EJBwR0UpNt8/s1600/Ta_inn_hele_skjermen_09_01_2009_153616_bmp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 223px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cUVI7Tsgfww/SXRXBt2ZSuI/AAAAAAAAAis/EJBwR0UpNt8/s1600/Ta_inn_hele_skjermen_09_01_2009_153616_bmp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book reminds us of the great storage problem solution.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="forfatter"&gt;&lt;span class="forfatter"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cUVI7Tsgfww/SXRW9OSfckI/AAAAAAAAAic/KNR6bMHnARk/s1600/Ta%2Binn%2Bhele%2Bskjermen%2B09.01.2009%2B153516.bmp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 340px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cUVI7Tsgfww/SXRW9OSfckI/AAAAAAAAAic/KNR6bMHnARk/s1600/Ta%2Binn%2Bhele%2Bskjermen%2B09.01.2009%2B153516.bmp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;In need of a new lampshade?&lt;br /&gt;A little nostalgia from some Norwegians childhood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cUVI7Tsgfww/SXRW9b5tAyI/AAAAAAAAAik/DHGR4P0wrQ0/s1600/Ta%2Binn%2Bhele%2Bskjermen%2B09.01.2009%2B153731.bmp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 173px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 251px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cUVI7Tsgfww/SXRW9b5tAyI/AAAAAAAAAik/DHGR4P0wrQ0/s1600/Ta%2Binn%2Bhele%2Bskjermen%2B09.01.2009%2B153731.bmp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or do you want a "uncommon" yarn basket/bin?&lt;br /&gt;Why not use an old lampshade?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cUVI7Tsgfww/SXRW9GogMoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/CUvH4IcIs7M/s1600/Ta%2Binn%2Bhele%2Bskjermen%2B03.01.2009%2B115318.bmp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 269px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cUVI7Tsgfww/SXRW9GogMoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/CUvH4IcIs7M/s1600/Ta%2Binn%2Bhele%2Bskjermen%2B03.01.2009%2B115318.bmp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cUVI7Tsgfww/SXRW88wmkHI/AAAAAAAAAiM/01ksPs8EeXE/s1600/L1120560.jpg"&gt; &lt;img style="WIDTH: 179px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 269px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cUVI7Tsgfww/SXRW88wmkHI/AAAAAAAAAiM/01ksPs8EeXE/s1600/L1120560.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;This idea is rather cute/cosy; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;a woolen hat as a tea pot warmer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;A companied by a wicker basket &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;lined with a equally sweet fabric &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;serving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; as a lampshade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cUVI7Tsgfww/SXRbBXE5c_I/AAAAAAAAAi0/hH5bNtmpHfw/s1600/skjermdump.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 198px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cUVI7Tsgfww/SXRbBXE5c_I/AAAAAAAAAi0/hH5bNtmpHfw/s1600/skjermdump.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;So you can get an idea of the layout of the book.&lt;br /&gt;By the way, did you find the Easter egg and got a getter look inside the book?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319428565965137960-6291437586647526656?l=spareattic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spareattic.blogspot.com/feeds/6291437586647526656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spareattic.blogspot.com/2009/03/going-home-and-getting-new-book.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319428565965137960/posts/default/6291437586647526656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319428565965137960/posts/default/6291437586647526656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spareattic.blogspot.com/2009/03/going-home-and-getting-new-book.html' title='Going home and getting a new book'/><author><name>Annasui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05354351879916481491</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/_cUVI7Tsgfww/SXRW84O1u5I/AAAAAAAAAiE/H9B3YkI1pCg/s72-c/bokomslag.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319428565965137960.post-1132132854353353833</id><published>2009-02-12T10:04:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T10:07:28.591+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dikt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor Fati'/><title type='text'>Et dikt å huske på når ting går trått</title><content type='html'>&lt;h1 style="font-family: courier new; text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Amor fati&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;  Ikke som en cæsar gjorde,&lt;br /&gt; skal du med et sverd bevæbne&lt;br /&gt; deg mot verden, men med ordet;&lt;br /&gt; Amor Fati - elsk din skjebne. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;  Denne formel skal du fatte&lt;br /&gt; som din sterkeste befrier:&lt;br /&gt; Du har valgt din sti i krattet.&lt;br /&gt; Ikke skjel mot andre stier! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;  Også smerten er din tjener.&lt;br /&gt; Lammet, sønderknust, elendig&lt;br /&gt; ser du at den gjenforener&lt;br /&gt; deg med det som er nødvendig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;  Også fallet, også sviket&lt;br /&gt; hjelper deg som dine venner.&lt;br /&gt; Dine nederlag er rike&lt;br /&gt; gaver, lagt i dine hender. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;  Engang skal du, tilfredsstillet&lt;br /&gt; av å bli din skjebne verdig&lt;br /&gt; vite: Dette har jeg villet.&lt;br /&gt; Alt som skjer meg skjer rettferdig. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;  Si da, når din levegledes&lt;br /&gt; grønne skog er gjennomvandret:&lt;br /&gt; Intet vil jeg anderledes.&lt;br /&gt; Intet ønsker jeg forandret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- André Bjerke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319428565965137960-1132132854353353833?l=spareattic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spareattic.blogspot.com/feeds/1132132854353353833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spareattic.blogspot.com/2009/02/et-dikt-huske-pa-nar-ting-gar-tratt.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319428565965137960/posts/default/1132132854353353833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319428565965137960/posts/default/1132132854353353833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spareattic.blogspot.com/2009/02/et-dikt-huske-pa-nar-ting-gar-tratt.html' title='Et dikt å huske på når ting går trått'/><author><name>Annasui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05354351879916481491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319428565965137960.post-8198347354736390692</id><published>2009-02-11T16:37:00.011+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T22:53:31.100+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nippon Art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Razumny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Øytun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Les Misérables'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='move in'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boyfriend'/><title type='text'>The future may come</title><content type='html'>I said I was going to tell you about my super Sunday on Monday, but I have had too much to do lately. So today I can tell you about it, and maybe some about the other days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday I had a kind of break though with my &lt;a href="http://bloggen.razumny.no/"&gt;boyfriend&lt;/a&gt;. I've always had a feeling he didn't see a future with me, not to talk about spend it with me. But on Sunday I finally found a way to ask him that was simple enough for him to understand it and answer it. For a change I actually managed to keep it quite simple compared to normal.&lt;br /&gt;So what I asked him was if he'd ever had a kind if flash of a feeling wanting to move in with me. And guess what he said, he said yes. HE SAID YES! Ok, I know that he said yes doesn't mean that it is going to be the two of us for the rest of the future, but it made me feel appreciated and wanted. In addition to that we have had quite some nice days lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/6/67/LesMisLogo.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 366px; height: 314px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/6/67/LesMisLogo.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday we went to the theatre with Razumny's parents to &lt;a href="http://www.lesmis.com/index.php"&gt;Les Miséra&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lesmis.com/index.php"&gt;bles&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.oslonye.no/forestillinger/15188.html"&gt;Oslo Nye teater&lt;/a&gt; (about the play at Oslo Nye in Norwegian). Though I am rather picky it was a great experience as it was the first time for me to see the play. The things I found quite sad is that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;* the brand of Oslo Nye is actors who eat parts of their lines/some of the words in their lines&lt;br /&gt;* it didn't really touch me, it could be that the expecatations were too great as I've heard the audio version of the british production of the play a zillion times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.nipponart.no/grafikk/logo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 88px;" src="http://www.nipponart.no/grafikk/logo.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                            After the play the four of us went to a restaurant names &lt;a href="http://www.nipponart.no/"&gt;Nippon art&lt;/a&gt;. I've wanted to go there for ages, and have tried to convince both my best friend, Janne and the wonderfull Razumny a couple of times. This Saturday prefilled my wish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the rest of the week I've seen my doctor, a work psychologist and fixed some things since I'm going away to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alta,_Norway"&gt;Alta&lt;/a&gt; next year to attend &lt;a href="http://www.oytun.no/english/index.php?side=om_skolen"&gt;Øytun folkehøgskole&lt;/a&gt; to study &lt;a href="http://www.oytun.no/english/index.php?side=travelphoto"&gt;Travel Photography&lt;/a&gt;. As this blog post is getting quite long I'll tell you more about this and my planes for education in a later post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if for you who want to learn something about me;&lt;br /&gt;The reason for him normally not understand my questions is that I have a way of asking about things in rather complicated manners, with a lot of &lt;span class="green"&gt;&lt;span class="black"&gt;metaphors and symbols. For me the questions are of course all logical and seem really clear with the metaphors. The only thing is that the metaphors are often only mine, and not really possible for others to understand. Anyway, back to what I was talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now, more to come later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319428565965137960-8198347354736390692?l=spareattic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spareattic.blogspot.com/feeds/8198347354736390692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spareattic.blogspot.com/2009/02/future-may-come.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319428565965137960/posts/default/8198347354736390692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319428565965137960/posts/default/8198347354736390692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spareattic.blogspot.com/2009/02/future-may-come.html' title='The future may come'/><author><name>Annasui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05354351879916481491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319428565965137960.post-4773550849527002340</id><published>2009-02-08T23:30:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T08:05:58.659+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the future'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aleksander'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knitting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boyfriend'/><title type='text'>A wonderfull day</title><content type='html'>Today I've had a wonderful day. I've grown founder of my fantastic boyfriend and learned some new stuff. Hopefully my mind won't erase everything during the night, so I can write about it tomorrow, as I'm too tired to do anything else but sleep just about now. I'm so happy now I feel like flying. It seems like things are picking up, getting better and that I've finally caught a glimpse of a candle flickering in the end of the tunnel.  Maybe it won't be too long for my hair to glisten in the sun and my heart to find a calm pace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got other great news about what my future might hold. I'm actually smiling a lot today. This is a good sign. Perhaps I'll find the fun in attending school again and learn to enjoy myself and quit stressing all of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come tomorrow after I've been to the local knitting shop's knitting circle. ^^ I'm really looking forward to go there tomorrow. Finally I'll manage to finish the neck twist I've been making for my grandmother, and learn to crochet picot style.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319428565965137960-4773550849527002340?l=spareattic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spareattic.blogspot.com/feeds/4773550849527002340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spareattic.blogspot.com/2009/02/wonderfull-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319428565965137960/posts/default/4773550849527002340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319428565965137960/posts/default/4773550849527002340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spareattic.blogspot.com/2009/02/wonderfull-day.html' title='A wonderfull day'/><author><name>Annasui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05354351879916481491</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-8319428565965137960.post-3242188698470370825</id><published>2008-11-09T11:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T11:43:50.249+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='signs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='realistic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grown up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='save'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='priorities'/><title type='text'>25 signs that you have grown up</title><content type='html'>&lt;!-- End Of Class Title --&gt;       &lt;p&gt;Nice compilation again. You are grown and responsible gentleman/woman when :&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;1. Your houseplants are alive, and you can’t smoke any of them.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;2. Having sex in a twin bed is out of the question.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;3. You keep more food than beer in the fridge.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;4. 6:00 AM is when you get up, not when you go to bed.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;5. You hear your favourite song in an elevator.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;6. You watch the Weather Channel.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;7. Your friends marry and divorce instead of “hook up” and “break up”.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;8. You go from 130 days of vacation time to 14.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;9. Jeans and a sweater no longer qualify as “dressed up”.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;10. You’re the one calling the police because those %&amp;amp;@# kids next door won’t turn down the stereo.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;11. Older relatives feel comfortable telling sex jokes around you.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;12. You don’t know what time Taco Bell closes any more.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;13. Your car insurance goes down and your car payments go up.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;14. You feed your dog Science Diet&lt;a id="KonaLink0" target="undefined" class="kLink" style="text-decoration: underline ! important; position: static;" href="http://blog.lorla.com/funny/25-signs-that-you-have-grown-up/#"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue ! important; font-family: Verdana,Tahoma,Georgia,Geneva,Arial; font-weight: 400; font-size: 11.7667px; position: static;color:blue;" &gt;&lt;span class="kLink" style="color: blue ! important; font-family: Verdana,Tahoma,Georgia,Geneva,Arial; font-weight: 400; font-size: 11.7667px; position: static;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; instead of McDonald’s leftovers.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;15. Sleeping on the couch makes your back hurt.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;16. You take naps.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;17. Dinner and a film is the whole date instead of the beginning of one.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;18. Eating a basket of chicken wings at 3 AM would severely upset, rather than settle, your stomach.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;19. You go to the drug store&lt;a id="KonaLink1" target="undefined" class="kLink" style="text-decoration: underline ! important; position: static;" href="http://blog.lorla.com/funny/25-signs-that-you-have-grown-up/#"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue ! important; font-family: Verdana,Tahoma,Georgia,Geneva,Arial; font-weight: 400; font-size: 11.7667px; position: static;color:blue;" &gt;&lt;span class="kLink" style="border-bottom: 1px solid blue; color: blue ! important; font-family: Verdana,Tahoma,Georgia,Geneva,Arial; font-weight: 400; font-size: 11.7667px; position: static; background-color: transparent;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="kLink" style="border-bottom: 1px solid blue; color: blue ! important; font-family: Verdana,Tahoma,Georgia,Geneva,Arial; font-weight: 400; font-size: 11.7667px; position: static; background-color: transparent;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for ibuprofen and antacid, not condoms and pregnancy tests.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;20. A $4.00 bottle of wine is no longer “pretty good shit”.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;21. You actually eat breakfast food at breakfast time.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;22. “I just can’t drink the way I used to” replaces “I’m never going to drink&lt;a id="KonaLink2" target="undefined" class="kLink" style="text-decoration: underline ! important; position: static;" href="http://blog.lorla.com/funny/25-signs-that-you-have-grown-up/#"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue ! important; font-family: Verdana,Tahoma,Georgia,Geneva,Arial; font-weight: 400; font-size: 11.7667px; position: static;color:blue;" &gt;&lt;span class="kLink" style="color: blue ! important; font-family: Verdana,Tahoma,Georgia,Geneva,Arial; font-weight: 400; font-size: 11.7667px; position: static;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; that much again”.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;23. 90% of the time you spend in front of a computer is for real work.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;24. You drink at home to save money before going to a bar.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;25. When you find out your friend is pregnant you congratulate them instead of asking, “Oh shit, what the hell happened?”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;What do you think? Is that you ?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319428565965137960-3242188698470370825?l=spareattic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spareattic.blogspot.com/feeds/3242188698470370825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spareattic.blogspot.com/2008/11/25-signs-that-you-have-grown-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319428565965137960/posts/default/3242188698470370825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319428565965137960/posts/default/3242188698470370825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spareattic.blogspot.com/2008/11/25-signs-that-you-have-grown-up.html' title='25 signs that you have grown up'/><author><name>Annasui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05354351879916481491</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-8319428565965137960.post-512184123217696783</id><published>2008-11-08T23:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T23:13:36.993+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bloggadresse/side'/><title type='text'>Ny bloggadresse</title><content type='html'>Jeg vet ikke om det i det hele tatt finnes noen som interesserer seg for bloggen min eller ikke, som ikke er kjæreste Aleksander eller supre Torgunn. Men meddeler uansett at jeg har forandre bloggadressa til;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://spareattic.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Litt mindre emo enn den forrige. Jeg trenger jo et ekstra rom til alt kaoset som skjer oppi hue mitt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319428565965137960-512184123217696783?l=spareattic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spareattic.blogspot.com/feeds/512184123217696783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spareattic.blogspot.com/2008/11/ny-bloggadresse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319428565965137960/posts/default/512184123217696783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319428565965137960/posts/default/512184123217696783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spareattic.blogspot.com/2008/11/ny-bloggadresse.html' title='Ny bloggadresse'/><author><name>Annasui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05354351879916481491</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-8319428565965137960.post-7864643487594910609</id><published>2008-11-03T15:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T16:01:46.273+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Torgunn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lese'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='skole'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strikke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hanne'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sliten'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mexico'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='huske liste'/><title type='text'>Husk på deg selv</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial;" lang="NO-BOK" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Huskeliste&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="NO-BOK" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;Husk på å leve&lt;span id="stop"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; du har livet.&lt;br /&gt;Husk på å legge bort harmen og kivet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="NO-BOK" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;Husk å juble en gang i blant.&lt;br /&gt;Husk på å holde på det som er sant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="NO-BOK" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial;" lang="NO-BOK" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;Husk på å takke for helse og hell -&lt;br /&gt;For ingenting kommer jo helt av seg selv...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial;" lang="NO-BOK" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial;" lang="NO-BOK" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Randi S. Nielsen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial;" lang="NO-BOK" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial;" lang="NO-BOK" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Noe jeg virkelig bør huske på i tunge tider. Når jeg ikke ser hvordan jeg ska holde ut 228 dager til skoleslutt. Men jeg får bare tenke på det uke for uke, dag for dag, et skritt om mangen. Og ser man tilbake i tid innser man hvor for tiden egentlig går. Greit. Kanskje jeg ikke får noen venner på skolen. Men det betyr vel at jeg får mer tid til meg selv? Mer tid til å dyrke kjærligheten til &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: normal;" href="http://bloggen.razumny.no"&gt;kjæreste&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: normal;" href="http://blog.razumny.no/"&gt;Aleksander&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Det fine, men også litt skumle er at nå har jeg fått dilla på å lese igjen. Og jeg finner faktisk dramatiske &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: normal;" href="http://no.wikipedia.org/wiki/Isabel_Allende"&gt;Isabel Allende&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; ganske lettlest. Det er godt mulig mange synes hun er det. Men så vidt jeg har skjønt har alle jeg har prata med om henne ment at ho ikke var det. For de som ikke har lest noe av henne, så er det ikke for sent å starte. Jeg leser for tiden Om kjærlighet og skygge. En bok jeg liker kjempe godt, alt for godt. Jeg føler meg faktisk litt trist innvending når jeg ser hvor lite jeg har igjen av boka. Men dette er vel da bare et påskudd for å anskaffe seg en rekke bøker av denne dama.&lt;br /&gt;Jeg sa at det var trist at jeg hadde fått dilla på å lese, det er vel egentlig en løgn. For sitter jeg mye og leser betyr det at jeg tar meg tid til å slappe av og rømme til en annen verden uten psykisk å rømm Forhåpentligvis vil dette, akompanert av strikkedilla mi, resultere i at jeg faktisk holdet ut dette skoleåret. Kanskje jeg til og med orker å gi det lille ekstra, som jeg pleier å gi. Kjanskje jeg klarer det uten å gå om kull.&lt;br /&gt;Men dette blir nok bloggen for denne gang. Nå må jeg fikse slutten av utpakkinga etter at jeg var i Mexico og besøkte fantastisk Torgunn, som er flink til å velge venner, og Hanne. Er du ikke enig Hanne? Klarer å velge venner som går godt over ens. Er ikke alle som gjør det. Til helga skal jeg prøve å få skrevet blogg om Mexico og alt jeg klarer å huske av det som hendte der. Det skjedde nemlig veldig mye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319428565965137960-7864643487594910609?l=spareattic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spareattic.blogspot.com/feeds/7864643487594910609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spareattic.blogspot.com/2008/11/husk-p-deg-selv.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319428565965137960/posts/default/7864643487594910609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319428565965137960/posts/default/7864643487594910609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spareattic.blogspot.com/2008/11/husk-p-deg-selv.html' title='Husk på deg selv'/><author><name>Annasui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05354351879916481491</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-8319428565965137960.post-4057408536640587274</id><published>2008-10-25T02:03:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T02:27:28.333+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Torgunn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Luck'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hanne'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CEPE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mexico'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coyoacan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mess'/><title type='text'>In Mexico ^^</title><content type='html'>It's now the end of the first real day for me in Mexico. But to start with I want to tell a bit about the trip here, in otherwords; the mess me.&lt;br /&gt;It all started all a-okey in the morning. Woke up at 05.30, got into the shower, got dressed, ate breakfast and made sure I had everything I needed. Because I had some time on my hands I started to steady my room so I would come back to a cosy pleace, that over a messy room anyday. Then my other called and told me she was in the backyeard ready to drive me to the airport. I checked my room and didn't find anything I had forgotten. But when we arrived at the airport I realized that wasn't the truth. I had forgotten all about putting my tickets and passport back into my backpack.&lt;br /&gt;Later on, when I had arrived at the airport in New York, I couldn't find my cellphone and got so scared and started to shred some tears in front of the customs officer. When I was about the report my phone stolen I found it. It turned out I had put it in my camera bag.&lt;br /&gt;To topp it all off; when I arrived in Mexico and was out in the area where I thought I was ment to meet Torgunn I couldn't find her. But to all luck I managed to keep my head cold and not loose my grip so I started to cry my tears out. After I had talked with a Mexican helping person of some kind and understood everything, I rechecked the area and found her. We drove home to the place where she live and got to bed. But as we hadn't seen eachother for a long time we couldn't sleep to start with. But we only said good night, now we need to keep wuiet and sleep 3 times before we actually got to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today on the other hand I spent the day at school with Hanne, Torgunn's friend who also study at the same school. I had a really good day there with her and got to know some interesting people. After school we went to Coyoacan, a really nice place where I would like to go again one time. But there I managed to forget Torgunn's camera that I borrowed at one of the shopping stands. I almost got panic attacked again, but before everything went bad we found it. Luckily. Now are we going to see hairspray and take a totaly relaxing night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post will be improved when I have the time and pictures to do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319428565965137960-4057408536640587274?l=spareattic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spareattic.blogspot.com/feeds/4057408536640587274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spareattic.blogspot.com/2008/10/in-mexico.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319428565965137960/posts/default/4057408536640587274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319428565965137960/posts/default/4057408536640587274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spareattic.blogspot.com/2008/10/in-mexico.html' title='In Mexico ^^'/><author><name>Annasui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05354351879916481491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319428565965137960.post-8066535337895004370</id><published>2008-10-22T10:19:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T11:02:30.299+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Torgunn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='glemskhet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kjæreste'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pakking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mexico'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reisefeber'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aleksander'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NISS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mamma'/><title type='text'>Reisen nærmer seg</title><content type='html'>I morra på denne tida står jeg antakeligvis i kø på Gardermoen for å gå ombord på flyet. Om Jeg ikke allerede sitter på flyet noe som er heller lite sannsynlig. Det eneste jeg nå kan håpe på er at jeg ikke har glemt noe, som da jeg skulle til Mykonos med Aleksander (&lt;a class="external text" title="http://blog.razumny.no" href="http://blog.razumny.no/" rel="nofollow"&gt;Tech blog&lt;/a&gt; /&lt;a href="http://bloggen.razumny.no/"&gt;Kosebloggen&lt;/a&gt;). Da vi ankom flyplassen oppdaga jeg nemlig at jeg hadde klart å glemme lommeboka. Og så vidt jeg husker skjedde noe av det samme da jeg dro til Dublin med skolen i fjor høst.&lt;br /&gt;Jeg gleder meg skikkelig til å reise. Både til å sitte på fly i alt for lang tid og henge rundt på flyplassen og til å være med &lt;a href="http://www.punktumfinale.blogspot.com/"&gt;Torgunn&lt;/a&gt;. Det skal bli fint å være med Torgunn igjen. Selv om dere bare er for ca ei uke. Men det kommer til å bli ei uke hvor det skjer ganske mye. For Hanne (venninna som Torgunn bor med) og Torgunn har laga et veldig fint program, med masse plass til spontane ideer. Og noe av det beste er at vi skal besøke La casa Azul og salsa står på programmet. Hvilket jeg tror ikke kan være annet en bra.&lt;br /&gt;Det aller morsomste er at jeg skal være der på Día de los muertos. Og det må jo være en opplevelse. Jeg er så gira nå at jeg ikke klarer å finne ut hva jeg skal skrive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*tenker*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeg gleder meg også til i kveld, for da kommer mamma på besøk til meg og hjelper meg å pakke ferdig. Så jeg unngår å glemme de vanlige tingene. Så skal vi ut og spise middag og &lt;a href="http://www.niss.no/index.php?action=view&amp;amp;id=399&amp;amp;module=newsmodule&amp;amp;src=%40random48ef65909c30d"&gt;se&lt;/a&gt; på 3. klassen på &lt;a href="http://www.niss.no/index.php?section=42"&gt;skuespillerlinja&lt;/a&gt; på niss &lt;a href="http://www.niss.no/index.php?section=1"&gt;NISS&lt;/a&gt;  spille. Det blir godt å være med mamma igjen. Det var absolutt lurt å flytte ut av meg da jeg gjorde, for hvis ikke kunne vi risikere å ha gått skikkelig i klinsj. Og nå savner jeg henne masse. Men det er nok som folk pleier å si; man innser ikke hva man har ført det er bort. Eller så kan man se det på den andre måten; Absence makes a heart grow fonder. For forholdet til mamma og meg er bedre nå, som jeg har flytta for meg selv og ho nesten 3 timer unna, enn det har vært på alt for lenge. Eller kanskje det bare er det at jeg begynner å bli voksen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Når det gjelder fantastiske Aleksander så vet jeg at jeg kommer til å savne ham. Uansett hvor slemt dte høres ut så gleder jeg meg faktisk litt til åsavne ham. Og da gleder jeg meg enda mer til å komme hjem igjen til de varme, sterke, beskyttende armene hans. Desverre vet jeg ikke når vi kan møtes igjen når jeg kommer tilbake. Det får bli opp til ham. For helga etter at jeg har vært borte er det han som reiser sin vei. Selv om det bare er for en helg.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319428565965137960-8066535337895004370?l=spareattic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spareattic.blogspot.com/feeds/8066535337895004370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spareattic.blogspot.com/2008/10/reisen-nrmer-seg.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319428565965137960/posts/default/8066535337895004370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319428565965137960/posts/default/8066535337895004370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spareattic.blogspot.com/2008/10/reisen-nrmer-seg.html' title='Reisen nærmer seg'/><author><name>Annasui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05354351879916481491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319428565965137960.post-5234909526582514620</id><published>2008-09-22T16:46:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T17:43:29.181+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='å følge hjertet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tid til seg selv'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='omvalg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fysikk'/><title type='text'>Å vinne ved å skifte vei - Veni vidi vici!</title><content type='html'>Som sagt så gjort;&lt;br /&gt;Det ble sagt høyt, det gjaldt og det ble gjort!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nå har jeg gjort følgende;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bestilt biletter så jeg kan reise og besøke den elskverdige Torgunn i Mehikå(som min elskede pleier å si det).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bestilt time så jeg kan få vaksiner. Lommeboka kommer til å gråte.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Mamma sa en gang til meg;&lt;br /&gt;Pass på valgene du tar. Ikke gjør som meg og vent til du kommer halvveis gjennom livet før du følger drømmene dine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Min plan er å følge drømmene mine. Jeg skal satse ting på å bli det jeg vil. Men jeg har lenge vært redd for å sattse alle kort på et spill. Men dette kan man si at har forandret seg på sett og vis for på skolen har jeg kommet fram til at jeg bør gi meg med fysikken. For selv om jeg har lyst til å drive med dette og synes det er relativt gøy, så sliter jeg så mye med å skjønne at det går over helsa og mitt daglige vel og ve. Bare vi får lekser i faget så får ikke jeg sove, fordi jeg ikke har fått det til. På en måte mener jeg at jeg bør fortsette å ha det for jeg gir ikke opp. Og da blir dette første gang jeg gir opp. Eller så kan jeg se på det på den måten at;&lt;br /&gt;Jeg kom&lt;br /&gt;Jeg så (at jeg fikk skikkelig vondt i hode/migrene/kronisk hodeau)&lt;br /&gt;Jeg vant (ved å finne en annen måte å gjøre det på og ved å vinne over stoltheten som sa at jeg ikke skulle - kunne - gi meg)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Så da står man over spørsmålet; hva skal man velge istede?&lt;br /&gt;Etter å pratet med forskjellige mennesker. Funnet ut at IT og rettslære gruppene er fulle. Stått i vilrede om "Hva pokk skal jeg velge?" og "Betyr dette at jeg ikke kan gjøre annet enn å fortsette med fysikken?".  Har jeg til slutt pratet med noen flere og funnet ut det jeg tror er løsningen, det mest matnuttige faget uansett hva jeg velger som framtid; sosiologi og sosialantropologi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Så det betyr at jeg går glipp av den første fysikk prøva. Gråte?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeg håper på at dette betyr at jeg får mer tid til å drive med de tingene jeg virkelig vil;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;lese&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;strikke&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hekle&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;spille piano&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;være med venner&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;få energi&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;trene&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Enn så lenge; lykke til med de valgene du tar. Husk at de skal prege deg resten av livet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319428565965137960-5234909526582514620?l=spareattic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spareattic.blogspot.com/feeds/5234909526582514620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spareattic.blogspot.com/2008/09/vinne-ved-skifte-vei-veni-vidi-vici.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319428565965137960/posts/default/5234909526582514620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319428565965137960/posts/default/5234909526582514620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spareattic.blogspot.com/2008/09/vinne-ved-skifte-vei-veni-vidi-vici.html' title='Å vinne ved å skifte vei - Veni vidi vici!'/><author><name>Annasui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05354351879916481491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319428565965137960.post-2276832300556030788</id><published>2008-09-07T19:16:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T19:23:20.916+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mexico'/><title type='text'>Si det høyt og det gjelder</title><content type='html'>Eller det gjelder i alle fall nesten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeg har ei venninne som maser om at jeg er dårlig til å skrive blogg. Og ja, jeg er dårlig til det. Jeg klarer som oftest ikke å sette meg ned å skrive blogger fordi jeg alltid ønsker at det skal stå noe betydningsfullt, vittig, smart i dem. Og når jeg føler at det ikke gjør det: at jeg altså bare syter, prater tull og er teit, så ser jeg ikke meninga med å poste bloggen. Men nå skriver jeg en blogg til ære for min venninne i Mexico, heldige jenta, Torgunn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nå driver jeg og rydder rommet, og som seg hør og bør finner man på litt andre ting å gjøre mellom slaga. Jeg endte da med å ta en titt i lekseboka mi, hvor jeg også har skrevet opp når vi har prøver og fri, der så jeg at jeg faktisk kan ta en dag fri både før og etter, om ikke til og med 2 etter, temauka. Jeg tror i alle fall jeg kan. Så nå må jeg bare titte litt nærmere på ting, prate med rektor eller en rådgiver og finne ut hvordan jeg skal gjøre dette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Så som du ser Torgunn har jeg veldig lyst og gjør mitt beste for å få det til selv om jeg bare utsetter og utsetter, OG kvier med for å få fravær/å gå glipp av undervisning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319428565965137960-2276832300556030788?l=spareattic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spareattic.blogspot.com/feeds/2276832300556030788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spareattic.blogspot.com/2008/09/si-det-hyt-og-det-gjelder.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319428565965137960/posts/default/2276832300556030788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319428565965137960/posts/default/2276832300556030788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spareattic.blogspot.com/2008/09/si-det-hyt-og-det-gjelder.html' title='Si det høyt og det gjelder'/><author><name>Annasui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05354351879916481491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319428565965137960.post-6512615079761572465</id><published>2008-09-03T14:04:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T19:16:36.903+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='årbok'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ordbok'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fremmedord'/><title type='text'>Fremmedord</title><content type='html'>Det fineste med året jeg gikk på Foss etter at jeg ble påkjørt må være den fantastiske kommentaren om meg som kom i årboka; Anne er klassens fremmedordbok.&lt;br /&gt;Det skal være sagt at jeg alltid har vært veldig glad i fremmedord. Jeg er blant de som tilbragte mange timer i atlaset da jeg var liten, så hvor byer lå og mora meg med sånt. Men akk, all den kunnskapen er nå borte. Men sånn er vel livet. Nå tilbringer jeg tider hvor jeg EGENTLIG burde gjøre noe annet med å lese i fremmedordboka og finner jeg et fremmedord jeg ikke kan blir jeg alltid varm om hjertet og ganske glad. Som nå, nå bør jeg egentlig gjøre fysikklekser, men hva gjør denne jenta her; jo da ho leser i fremmedordboka og sjekker om det står noe nytt på fronter. Og til ære for dette innlegget og skolens biblotekar Gro avslutter jeg dette med å si at det vakre ordet FATAMORGANA betyr luftspeiling.&lt;br /&gt;Man kan vel ikke bli stort annet enn glad av sånt, kan man vel?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319428565965137960-6512615079761572465?l=spareattic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spareattic.blogspot.com/feeds/6512615079761572465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spareattic.blogspot.com/2008/09/fremmedord.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319428565965137960/posts/default/6512615079761572465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319428565965137960/posts/default/6512615079761572465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spareattic.blogspot.com/2008/09/fremmedord.html' title='Fremmedord'/><author><name>Annasui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05354351879916481491</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-8319428565965137960.post-1333450581446745082</id><published>2007-09-18T15:45:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T19:15:44.703+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>School start</title><content type='html'>I find it kind of ironic that I started school about half a month ago and all I can think about now is summer holiday. Why does this happen to me? I am the person who loves school. Is it because I don't feel like I really fit in at school or is it that I'm just generally terribly tired?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319428565965137960-1333450581446745082?l=spareattic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spareattic.blogspot.com/feeds/1333450581446745082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spareattic.blogspot.com/2007/09/school-start.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319428565965137960/posts/default/1333450581446745082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8319428565965137960/posts/default/1333450581446745082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spareattic.blogspot.com/2007/09/school-start.html' title='School start'/><author><name>Annasui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05354351879916481491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
