<?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-7188846032554225697</id><updated>2011-07-08T13:07:42.866+02:00</updated><category term='cooking'/><category term='pics'/><category term='kent'/><category term='road to repent'/><category term='red'/><category term='freaking out'/><category term='monday'/><category term='jesse quin and the mets'/><category term='green day'/><category term='skype'/><category term='dresden dreams'/><category term='stc'/><category term='j-quiz'/><category term='omg'/><category term='gig'/><category term='lalalaaa'/><category term='autumn'/><category term='angelica'/><category term='röd'/><category term='surviving the charade'/><category term='gd'/><category term='töntarna'/><category term='whoa'/><category term='love'/><category term='rtr'/><category term='jq'/><category term='stupid'/><title type='text'>A Dustland fairytale</title><subtitle type='html'>Don’t laugh at me,
Don’t look away.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anakiin.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7188846032554225697/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anakiin.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rosie. H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05348809483946317517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/St9AKJok6KI/AAAAAAAAAGI/hLaIRaitT6I/S220/IMGP0765.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>47</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7188846032554225697.post-5926534659614396195</id><published>2010-07-04T04:31:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T04:38:43.123+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh hello!</title><content type='html'>Whoa! It's been way too long since I last wrote. Such a failure!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm awake, the new day has just started and sun is starting to shine even more minute by minute. It never gets dark here in Sweden during summer, love it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ugh, lost my voice. I've never really lost it before, not like this. It's totally gone basically and I can't do anything. Spent the afternoon sitting on the bathroom floor feeling nauseous so this day pretty much sucked. The reason why I'm still awake (it's almost five in the morning) is that I took a long nap so I wouldn't throw up anymore...haha. I really should sleep!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7188846032554225697-5926534659614396195?l=anakiin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anakiin.blogspot.com/feeds/5926534659614396195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anakiin.blogspot.com/2010/07/oh-hello.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7188846032554225697/posts/default/5926534659614396195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7188846032554225697/posts/default/5926534659614396195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anakiin.blogspot.com/2010/07/oh-hello.html' title='Oh hello!'/><author><name>Rosie. H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05348809483946317517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/St9AKJok6KI/AAAAAAAAAGI/hLaIRaitT6I/S220/IMGP0765.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7188846032554225697.post-4682884351475529976</id><published>2009-12-07T09:02:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T09:02:42.035+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's always the same thing! I'm crazy xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta study for the freaking test now!!! omgomgomgomg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7188846032554225697-4682884351475529976?l=anakiin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anakiin.blogspot.com/feeds/4682884351475529976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anakiin.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-always-same-thing-im-crazy-xd-gotta.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7188846032554225697/posts/default/4682884351475529976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7188846032554225697/posts/default/4682884351475529976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anakiin.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-always-same-thing-im-crazy-xd-gotta.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosie. H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05348809483946317517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/St9AKJok6KI/AAAAAAAAAGI/hLaIRaitT6I/S220/IMGP0765.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7188846032554225697.post-8923776920648775083</id><published>2009-12-06T00:09:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T00:23:21.192+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I saw you today and my heart froze.&lt;br /&gt;And you just brought me back to what I left because of the things that hurt.&lt;br /&gt;I saw you beautiful and eager,&lt;br /&gt;turning your head to make the view clear,&lt;br /&gt;to see if it was me you caught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place was so crowded.&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing you saw me and I you.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not surprised.&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that what we used to do?&lt;br /&gt;Finding each other for better or worse.&lt;br /&gt;And how did we ever get to this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know now that this is how things will end.&lt;br /&gt;We can't be lovers, and you can't be my friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7188846032554225697-8923776920648775083?l=anakiin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anakiin.blogspot.com/feeds/8923776920648775083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anakiin.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-saw-you-today-and-my-heart-froze.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7188846032554225697/posts/default/8923776920648775083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7188846032554225697/posts/default/8923776920648775083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anakiin.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-saw-you-today-and-my-heart-froze.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosie. H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05348809483946317517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/St9AKJok6KI/AAAAAAAAAGI/hLaIRaitT6I/S220/IMGP0765.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7188846032554225697.post-2953798453107319997</id><published>2009-12-04T23:39:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T23:47:06.598+01:00</updated><title type='text'>One</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;It feels like time is hunting me down. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And a young person isn't supposed to feel this way.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And it's like my very own shadow is avoiding me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whatever that might be.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who promised me to give me more than this?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No one?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I guess I did myself.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And this is just another phase of the complete nonsense stuck in my brain.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some sort of reflecion, but of what I don't know.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7188846032554225697-2953798453107319997?l=anakiin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anakiin.blogspot.com/feeds/2953798453107319997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anakiin.blogspot.com/2009/12/one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7188846032554225697/posts/default/2953798453107319997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7188846032554225697/posts/default/2953798453107319997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anakiin.blogspot.com/2009/12/one.html' title='One'/><author><name>Rosie. H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05348809483946317517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/St9AKJok6KI/AAAAAAAAAGI/hLaIRaitT6I/S220/IMGP0765.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7188846032554225697.post-2953300028572646965</id><published>2009-11-29T02:43:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T02:48:27.205+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes you just have to give up what you love.</title><content type='html'>So it has been a while now? Kind crap, well anyway...about the title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I guess you just have to give up what you love to get somewhere. I don't really know if I'm ready, but then again, I might as well just do it. The sooner the better and the sooner I can return.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7188846032554225697-2953300028572646965?l=anakiin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anakiin.blogspot.com/feeds/2953300028572646965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anakiin.blogspot.com/2009/11/sometimes-you-just-have-to-give-up-what.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7188846032554225697/posts/default/2953300028572646965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7188846032554225697/posts/default/2953300028572646965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anakiin.blogspot.com/2009/11/sometimes-you-just-have-to-give-up-what.html' title='Sometimes you just have to give up what you love.'/><author><name>Rosie. H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05348809483946317517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/St9AKJok6KI/AAAAAAAAAGI/hLaIRaitT6I/S220/IMGP0765.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7188846032554225697.post-6547646012557061130</id><published>2009-11-08T14:40:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T14:49:46.603+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dresden dreams'/><title type='text'>When I grow up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to be an author, I said. And then I wanted to become an asronaut, and artist, a fire man, a rockstar (still hoping!), Mozart, comic-book artist, artist, journalist, photographer, artist, actor, journalist, author, rockstar, photographer, artist...yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/SvbMKWwizLI/AAAAAAAAALQ/xG-LjLnIRlg/s1600-h/IMGP2091-pola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 329px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401729281357434034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/SvbMKWwizLI/AAAAAAAAALQ/xG-LjLnIRlg/s400/IMGP2091-pola.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;See how it all ends? I want to grow up and become an artist in some way! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or fight for mother earth. I keep getting more passionate about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/SvbMKvK3UTI/AAAAAAAAALY/YNMOwr5kcDI/s1600-h/2-pola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 329px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401729287910281522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/SvbMKvK3UTI/AAAAAAAAALY/YNMOwr5kcDI/s400/2-pola.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/7188846032554225697-6547646012557061130?l=anakiin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anakiin.blogspot.com/feeds/6547646012557061130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anakiin.blogspot.com/2009/11/when-i-grow-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7188846032554225697/posts/default/6547646012557061130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7188846032554225697/posts/default/6547646012557061130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anakiin.blogspot.com/2009/11/when-i-grow-up.html' title='When I grow up'/><author><name>Rosie. H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05348809483946317517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/St9AKJok6KI/AAAAAAAAAGI/hLaIRaitT6I/S220/IMGP0765.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/SvbMKWwizLI/AAAAAAAAALQ/xG-LjLnIRlg/s72-c/IMGP2091-pola.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7188846032554225697.post-7599412893057031900</id><published>2009-11-03T14:51:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T15:00:23.495+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck it</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I really shouldn't write words like "fuck" because my family in asia will think I'm evil. Or something.&lt;br /&gt;But since it doesn't hurt anyone, who cares? It's harmless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, fuck it. Yup. That's what I think. I can't explain stuff here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/SvA3OF1T_SI/AAAAAAAAALI/ghAQnw89da0/s1600-h/40250_1230208730.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 265px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399876668440706338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/SvA3OF1T_SI/AAAAAAAAALI/ghAQnw89da0/s400/40250_1230208730.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm. This is how I feel. Blaaaaah :S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7188846032554225697-7599412893057031900?l=anakiin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anakiin.blogspot.com/feeds/7599412893057031900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anakiin.blogspot.com/2009/11/fuck-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7188846032554225697/posts/default/7599412893057031900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7188846032554225697/posts/default/7599412893057031900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anakiin.blogspot.com/2009/11/fuck-it.html' title='Fuck it'/><author><name>Rosie. H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05348809483946317517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/St9AKJok6KI/AAAAAAAAAGI/hLaIRaitT6I/S220/IMGP0765.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/SvA3OF1T_SI/AAAAAAAAALI/ghAQnw89da0/s72-c/40250_1230208730.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7188846032554225697.post-8719041914181965061</id><published>2009-11-02T07:33:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T07:58:17.151+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monday'/><title type='text'>Good Morning Cyberspace</title><content type='html'>Ugh, I'm up way to early than necessary so I'm sitting here listening a little to Myke Hawkeye and going through some pics I haven't wasted my time on yet. I love spending time with all these pics. It's like another world in your own world. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I have a scratch across my chin. I strongly suspect my dog, but that doesn't really matter because I look cool today, wearing my homemade Kent t-shirt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha, anyways. I wonder what my spineless rebel is doing? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;(note: the time is now &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;7:47&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! Like the Kent song.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I'm not keen on going back to school. Last week just past by like one of those moments when I miss the train.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/Su6CNiN6w_I/AAAAAAAAALA/mjgKfhcCpZg/s1600-h/SN150398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399396172298896370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/Su6CNiN6w_I/AAAAAAAAALA/mjgKfhcCpZg/s400/SN150398.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/Su6CNQaRwgI/AAAAAAAAAK4/dwBU5fCfzCU/s1600-h/SN150382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399396167518896642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/Su6CNQaRwgI/AAAAAAAAAK4/dwBU5fCfzCU/s400/SN150382.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/Su6CNE1Nc-I/AAAAAAAAAKw/En2RCBd8KXg/s1600-h/SN150357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399396164410635234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/Su6CNE1Nc-I/AAAAAAAAAKw/En2RCBd8KXg/s400/SN150357.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For now...&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/7188846032554225697-8719041914181965061?l=anakiin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anakiin.blogspot.com/feeds/8719041914181965061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anakiin.blogspot.com/2009/11/good-morning-cyber-space.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7188846032554225697/posts/default/8719041914181965061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7188846032554225697/posts/default/8719041914181965061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anakiin.blogspot.com/2009/11/good-morning-cyber-space.html' title='Good Morning Cyberspace'/><author><name>Rosie. H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05348809483946317517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/St9AKJok6KI/AAAAAAAAAGI/hLaIRaitT6I/S220/IMGP0765.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/Su6CNiN6w_I/AAAAAAAAALA/mjgKfhcCpZg/s72-c/SN150398.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7188846032554225697.post-4422787480359506770</id><published>2009-11-01T19:37:00.013+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T20:42:37.163+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surviving the charade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stc'/><title type='text'>Surviving the Charade (pics, 30/10-09)</title><content type='html'>It's actually totally unnecessary for me to upload so many pics, but I thought if the computer ever would fuck up again...well, at least there will be something left of my pictures. Because I really hate it when everything goes to waste and I can't take it back &gt;.&lt; Like when my brother deleted all my P&amp;amp;L pics and vids because he was going to fix the computer. Ugh, I was broken hearted.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still feeling a bit lalala about these pics...I'm so out of training! I've got to tighten up, seriously. I hope it goes better the next time with some Arm the Penguins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway...tada?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/Su3e4s5B4CI/AAAAAAAAAKo/k-0BUi7ktHg/s1600-h/12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 296px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399216593991491618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/Su3e4s5B4CI/AAAAAAAAAKo/k-0BUi7ktHg/s400/12.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/Su3bk6i2GDI/AAAAAAAAAKY/P0TWcvmNOMk/s1600-h/28.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 188px; HEIGHT: 263px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399212955524274226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/Su3bk6i2GDI/AAAAAAAAAKY/P0TWcvmNOMk/s400/28.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/Su3b8l6Ay5I/AAAAAAAAAKg/nXNuPl4Nvmo/s1600-h/29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 193px; HEIGHT: 263px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399213362301160338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/Su3b8l6Ay5I/AAAAAAAAAKg/nXNuPl4Nvmo/s400/29.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/Su3bktIPrXI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/0aiTEzSK96M/s1600-h/27.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399212951923043698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/Su3bktIPrXI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/0aiTEzSK96M/s400/27.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/Su3bkeXANII/AAAAAAAAAKI/6r4Lx-bOjT0/s1600-h/26.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 249px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399212947958412418" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/Su3bkeXANII/AAAAAAAAAKI/6r4Lx-bOjT0/s400/26.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/Su3bPtqXWZI/AAAAAAAAAJw/wVqxqhWVtrc/s1600-h/23.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399212591288899986" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/Su3bPtqXWZI/AAAAAAAAAJw/wVqxqhWVtrc/s400/23.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/Su3bPd-WIwI/AAAAAAAAAJo/4Zgw6HII9so/s1600-h/22.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 266px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399212587077739266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/Su3bPd-WIwI/AAAAAAAAAJo/4Zgw6HII9so/s400/22.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/Su3bPN3RWFI/AAAAAAAAAJg/LliNpqs8Ndw/s1600-h/21.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399212582753097810" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/Su3bPN3RWFI/AAAAAAAAAJg/LliNpqs8Ndw/s400/21.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/Su3bOijBh4I/AAAAAAAAAJY/9vj9V2QQQ9M/s1600-h/20.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399212571125450626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/Su3bOijBh4I/AAAAAAAAAJY/9vj9V2QQQ9M/s400/20.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 161px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399209578392499986" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/Su3YgVv4txI/AAAAAAAAAJI/1EsW4FGkZSA/s400/18.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/Su3bN9i8BAI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/ztYKDti8BmE/s1600-h/19.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 221px; HEIGHT: 145px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399212561192977410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/Su3bN9i8BAI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/ztYKDti8BmE/s400/19.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/Su3YgOptGiI/AAAAAAAAAJA/PEZIPgOP9xU/s1600-h/17.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399209576487524898" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/Su3YgOptGiI/AAAAAAAAAJA/PEZIPgOP9xU/s400/17.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/Su3YfulOjVI/AAAAAAAAAI4/G1KVv44miew/s1600-h/10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399209567878810962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/Su3YfulOjVI/AAAAAAAAAI4/G1KVv44miew/s400/10.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/Su3YfUT5K2I/AAAAAAAAAIw/hpMzQ4OHktw/s1600-h/6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 334px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399209560826784610" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/Su3YfUT5K2I/AAAAAAAAAIw/hpMzQ4OHktw/s400/6.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/Su3YfBZAmhI/AAAAAAAAAIo/M77h5X4iV4Y/s1600-h/5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 392px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399209555747969554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/Su3YfBZAmhI/AAAAAAAAAIo/M77h5X4iV4Y/s400/5.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/Su3XWdkaVEI/AAAAAAAAAIg/uXXrfRr1yXA/s1600-h/16.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399208309181535298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/Su3XWdkaVEI/AAAAAAAAAIg/uXXrfRr1yXA/s400/16.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/Su3XVw4s_UI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/etvb0y4huL8/s1600-h/14.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 176px; HEIGHT: 247px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399208297187048770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/Su3XVw4s_UI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/etvb0y4huL8/s400/14.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/Su3XV9JWwjI/AAAAAAAAAIY/eU9wW7lqpRs/s1600-h/15.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 162px; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399208300478120498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/Su3XV9JWwjI/AAAAAAAAAIY/eU9wW7lqpRs/s400/15.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/Su3XVRkQHSI/AAAAAAAAAII/KbXr_KE_y6M/s1600-h/11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399208288779771170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/Su3XVRkQHSI/AAAAAAAAAII/KbXr_KE_y6M/s400/11.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/Su3XVDB-ylI/AAAAAAAAAIA/TDTAe1gLx7s/s1600-h/8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399208284877933138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/Su3XVDB-ylI/AAAAAAAAAIA/TDTAe1gLx7s/s400/8.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/Su3V_RFzz9I/AAAAAAAAAHo/X2pjouDTZTw/s1600-h/3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 378px; HEIGHT: 261px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399206811183337426" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/Su3V_RFzz9I/AAAAAAAAAHo/X2pjouDTZTw/s400/3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/Su3V-x7fZKI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MiQjZRS1Sto/s1600-h/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 192px; HEIGHT: 270px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399206802818557090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/Su3V-x7fZKI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MiQjZRS1Sto/s400/1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/Su3V_JLkvyI/AAAAAAAAAHg/UhqgtnTEBf0/s1600-h/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 183px; HEIGHT: 273px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399206809060032290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/Su3V_JLkvyI/AAAAAAAAAHg/UhqgtnTEBf0/s400/2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/Su3V_vqFEzI/AAAAAAAAAHw/3nLHpnFIz0M/s1600-h/4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 402px; HEIGHT: 277px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399206819388527410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/Su3V_vqFEzI/AAAAAAAAAHw/3nLHpnFIz0M/s400/4.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/7188846032554225697-4422787480359506770?l=anakiin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anakiin.blogspot.com/feeds/4422787480359506770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anakiin.blogspot.com/2009/11/surviving-charade-pics-3011-09.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7188846032554225697/posts/default/4422787480359506770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7188846032554225697/posts/default/4422787480359506770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anakiin.blogspot.com/2009/11/surviving-charade-pics-3011-09.html' title='Surviving the Charade (pics, 30/10-09)'/><author><name>Rosie. H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05348809483946317517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/St9AKJok6KI/AAAAAAAAAGI/hLaIRaitT6I/S220/IMGP0765.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/Su3e4s5B4CI/AAAAAAAAAKo/k-0BUi7ktHg/s72-c/12.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7188846032554225697.post-4494384746319770268</id><published>2009-11-01T16:46:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T21:40:55.618+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='road to repent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rtr'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gig'/><title type='text'>And now...be patient</title><content type='html'>I'm sorting out the pics I took friday night at that gig I went to. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always feel I've taken to few shots, though I really haven't. Acutally I've taken too many, but still that feeling lingers on. Lol :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But hey, it's ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still have to figure out the name of the second band who played. Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;So. Here's some of RTR. It was the first time I heard them actually, but I really liked them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/Su2vdVkgX1I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/yAlZoVh9LBI/s1600-h/IMGP1789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399164446828420946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/Su2vdVkgX1I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/yAlZoVh9LBI/s400/IMGP1789.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/Su2vOBwMcQI/AAAAAAAAAHA/FdvTIkjLDSs/s1600-h/IMGP1761.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 266px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399164183810699522" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/Su2vOBwMcQI/AAAAAAAAAHA/FdvTIkjLDSs/s400/IMGP1761.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;black and white?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/Su2vXLyolBI/AAAAAAAAAHI/qD-2uBi7Fa0/s1600-h/IMGP1762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 266px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399164341124109330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/Su2vXLyolBI/AAAAAAAAAHI/qD-2uBi7Fa0/s400/IMGP1762.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or with color??? :S Wich one should I post on fb and other sites? I could just have them both posted, I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/Su2vGa9skFI/AAAAAAAAAG4/DB5ONt5d4pY/s1600-h/IMGP1734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 266px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399164053139263570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/Su2vGa9skFI/AAAAAAAAAG4/DB5ONt5d4pY/s400/IMGP1734.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/Su2uywMm8YI/AAAAAAAAAGw/cWr1kG3KYa8/s1600-h/IMGP1754.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399163715241570690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/Su2uywMm8YI/AAAAAAAAAGw/cWr1kG3KYa8/s400/IMGP1754.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really content with these pics though :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/7188846032554225697-4494384746319770268?l=anakiin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anakiin.blogspot.com/feeds/4494384746319770268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anakiin.blogspot.com/2009/11/and-nowbe-patient.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7188846032554225697/posts/default/4494384746319770268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7188846032554225697/posts/default/4494384746319770268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anakiin.blogspot.com/2009/11/and-nowbe-patient.html' title='And now...be patient'/><author><name>Rosie. H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05348809483946317517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/St9AKJok6KI/AAAAAAAAAGI/hLaIRaitT6I/S220/IMGP0765.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/Su2vdVkgX1I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/yAlZoVh9LBI/s72-c/IMGP1789.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7188846032554225697.post-5406505321677755249</id><published>2009-11-01T01:12:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T01:24:22.108+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty solid</title><content type='html'>I love the latest &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Paramore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; album &lt;strong&gt;Brand New Eyes&lt;/strong&gt;. It's amazin if you ask me. Right now I've totally fallen by &lt;strong&gt;Turn it off&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the day in Täby with the one and only Angelica. Before that I got some new jeans...since I've messed up to many of my old ones now. That's what you get when you live life like I do xD&lt;br /&gt;I'll make a pair of shorts with one of my old jeans. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also been looking through the pictures I took this friday. The ones from the gig :P&lt;br /&gt;And I deleted my super old myspace account x.x'&lt;br /&gt;But it was like full of crap. I'll get a new one as soon as possible though. I love myspace &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, unholy spotify...I hate when Basshunter turns up &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7188846032554225697-5406505321677755249?l=anakiin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anakiin.blogspot.com/feeds/5406505321677755249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anakiin.blogspot.com/2009/11/pretty-solid.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7188846032554225697/posts/default/5406505321677755249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7188846032554225697/posts/default/5406505321677755249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anakiin.blogspot.com/2009/11/pretty-solid.html' title='Pretty solid'/><author><name>Rosie. H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05348809483946317517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/St9AKJok6KI/AAAAAAAAAGI/hLaIRaitT6I/S220/IMGP0765.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7188846032554225697.post-4521279924597262858</id><published>2009-10-31T00:37:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T00:40:30.904+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I still do depend on you</title><content type='html'>What a wonderful day, but yet...it's one of the saddest in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;It won't help though because &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;love is the end.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7188846032554225697-4521279924597262858?l=anakiin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anakiin.blogspot.com/feeds/4521279924597262858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anakiin.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-still-do-depend-on-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7188846032554225697/posts/default/4521279924597262858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7188846032554225697/posts/default/4521279924597262858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anakiin.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-still-do-depend-on-you.html' title='I still do depend on you'/><author><name>Rosie. H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05348809483946317517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/St9AKJok6KI/AAAAAAAAAGI/hLaIRaitT6I/S220/IMGP0765.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7188846032554225697.post-8418689819335339268</id><published>2009-10-28T21:01:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T21:18:19.381+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Just nothing really</title><content type='html'>I don't have anything to write about and by writing that I obviously have something on my mind? Maybe. Maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...uhm, I'm thinking about this whole love thing. And I don't know if I ever want a relationship for real? Am I weird? I mean...in some way everyone has always known that. Or am I too young to know that? Hm, better not waste my time on that subject, but I keep doing it anyway. Maybe I've given away my life to art or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like taking a walk with my camera in my hand. Maybe tomorrow? Some time before I go to the Titanic exhibition. I should go look for my SL-card.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7188846032554225697-8418689819335339268?l=anakiin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anakiin.blogspot.com/feeds/8418689819335339268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anakiin.blogspot.com/2009/10/just-nothing-really.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7188846032554225697/posts/default/8418689819335339268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7188846032554225697/posts/default/8418689819335339268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anakiin.blogspot.com/2009/10/just-nothing-really.html' title='Just nothing really'/><author><name>Rosie. H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05348809483946317517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/St9AKJok6KI/AAAAAAAAAGI/hLaIRaitT6I/S220/IMGP0765.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7188846032554225697.post-5411341041445127373</id><published>2009-10-27T19:25:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T20:19:27.242+01:00</updated><title type='text'>We might as well be strangers</title><content type='html'>Do you ever feel how little you mean to someone that means a lot to you?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's better when you don't know that. That way things can stay the same.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe friends aren't supposed to last forever?&lt;br /&gt;At least...that's how it seems.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7188846032554225697-5411341041445127373?l=anakiin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anakiin.blogspot.com/feeds/5411341041445127373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anakiin.blogspot.com/2009/10/we-might-as-well-be-strangers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7188846032554225697/posts/default/5411341041445127373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7188846032554225697/posts/default/5411341041445127373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anakiin.blogspot.com/2009/10/we-might-as-well-be-strangers.html' title='We might as well be strangers'/><author><name>Rosie. H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05348809483946317517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/St9AKJok6KI/AAAAAAAAAGI/hLaIRaitT6I/S220/IMGP0765.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7188846032554225697.post-535741065574830965</id><published>2009-10-22T14:35:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T14:52:52.395+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whoa'/><title type='text'>I got home...</title><content type='html'>...and found a wonderful surprise on the drawer in the hall! A letter from Sheffield and Angelica :D&lt;br /&gt;Woho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the day has so far been chill...wait, who am I kidding? I've been trying my best to avoid Enes. I know I have to face him some day since he is my class teacher and teaches us in a lot of our subjects. So I guess I'm sort of running away, but I'm not really up to talking to him right now. It will ruin my entire day. He almost spotted me at lunch but thank God for that pillar. That way he couldn't see me xD I know he will kill me.&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep a low profile until after the break.&lt;br /&gt;Finally! It's friday tomorrow and my gigs-to-attend-list keeps getting longer. That's nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm going to write that essay for Swedish! I love it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7188846032554225697-535741065574830965?l=anakiin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anakiin.blogspot.com/feeds/535741065574830965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anakiin.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-got-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7188846032554225697/posts/default/535741065574830965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7188846032554225697/posts/default/535741065574830965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anakiin.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-got-home.html' title='I got home...'/><author><name>Rosie. H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05348809483946317517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/St9AKJok6KI/AAAAAAAAAGI/hLaIRaitT6I/S220/IMGP0765.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7188846032554225697.post-2641721702053400808</id><published>2009-10-22T09:17:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T14:35:08.311+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life is so wonderful. I don't know why, but hey, It's ok for me if it is! I just feel happy. I overslept today, turns out the lesson was cancelled so that was a perfect timing. It kinda sucks that I was on my way to school already...haha. So I'm chillin out. Thinking about life and that hiddeous picture of me a Michely on our school website. I hate it! As soon as I can I will beg Lena to erase it.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7188846032554225697-2641721702053400808?l=anakiin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anakiin.blogspot.com/feeds/2641721702053400808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anakiin.blogspot.com/2009/10/life-is-so-wonderful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7188846032554225697/posts/default/2641721702053400808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7188846032554225697/posts/default/2641721702053400808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anakiin.blogspot.com/2009/10/life-is-so-wonderful.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosie. H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05348809483946317517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/St9AKJok6KI/AAAAAAAAAGI/hLaIRaitT6I/S220/IMGP0765.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7188846032554225697.post-802849211382956161</id><published>2009-10-21T21:55:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T01:12:23.989+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>I can't keep myself away...</title><content type='html'>...from my blog T.T&lt;br /&gt;It's really silly. But anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I don't know what to do! I'm going crazy about this guy and I haven't seen him for days which only makes it worse! He's so lovely and what am I? He totally outshines me T.T&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, I hate that I love him. It's not my fault, I blame him for doing this. He started it. If he only would have kept his mouth shut and never started talking to me I'd be perfectly fine now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...*edit*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I'm back and he's back in my freaking heart again! I was just playing some guitar and boom. This is riddicolous...I'm not even pretty enough for him so who am I trying to fool?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7188846032554225697-802849211382956161?l=anakiin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anakiin.blogspot.com/feeds/802849211382956161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anakiin.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-cant-keep-myself-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7188846032554225697/posts/default/802849211382956161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7188846032554225697/posts/default/802849211382956161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anakiin.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-cant-keep-myself-away.html' title='I can&apos;t keep myself away...'/><author><name>Rosie. H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05348809483946317517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/St9AKJok6KI/AAAAAAAAAGI/hLaIRaitT6I/S220/IMGP0765.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7188846032554225697.post-1464787363077234174</id><published>2009-10-21T19:22:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T19:34:14.848+02:00</updated><title type='text'>No more regrets.</title><content type='html'>Yes. I just decided to go for it! When it comes to everything. Didn't I already do that this summer? I think I forgot to follow my words after a while so it's good I came to think of it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's good...because I hate that feeling of regret! It's so intense and frustrating and so...I don't like it at all. Either you win or lose and that losing part isn't very fun.&lt;br /&gt;What's life without a little risk? Little? Oh no, a lot of risk...I passed that little risk when I was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/St9FmGgMUlI/AAAAAAAAAGo/5vQeiIxkiT8/s1600-h/IMGP0765.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 266px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395107399496127058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/St9FmGgMUlI/AAAAAAAAAGo/5vQeiIxkiT8/s400/IMGP0765.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;So hello hello and good bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7188846032554225697-1464787363077234174?l=anakiin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anakiin.blogspot.com/feeds/1464787363077234174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anakiin.blogspot.com/2009/10/no-more-regrets.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7188846032554225697/posts/default/1464787363077234174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7188846032554225697/posts/default/1464787363077234174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anakiin.blogspot.com/2009/10/no-more-regrets.html' title='No more regrets.'/><author><name>Rosie. H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05348809483946317517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/St9AKJok6KI/AAAAAAAAAGI/hLaIRaitT6I/S220/IMGP0765.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/St9FmGgMUlI/AAAAAAAAAGo/5vQeiIxkiT8/s72-c/IMGP0765.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7188846032554225697.post-1350927033106185660</id><published>2009-10-21T10:16:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T18:58:48.079+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Bromma vs. Blackan</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was awesome. The girls team lost. The game wasn't that intense, but the guys had one hell of a match. It was super fun to watch and cheer along. Our chants were very ineresting and some crazy hardrock or emo guy from Balckeberg went over to our side for some fight. What was his problem? I though he was joking at first, but then he just started to hit people. Dude, it's no as if it's a matter of life and death. What a meanie.&lt;br /&gt;Well, here are som pics :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/St7Dx3P3xII/AAAAAAAAAE4/RYTNSwC17cY/s1600-h/SN150447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394964665047958658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/St7Dx3P3xII/AAAAAAAAAE4/RYTNSwC17cY/s400/SN150447.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The school preparing for the march to the sub! Haha, lol at the supporter's chant x'D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/St7GIcO-SaI/AAAAAAAAAFA/gIc5a0MWdxA/s1600-h/SN150449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394967251956681122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/St7GIcO-SaI/AAAAAAAAAFA/gIc5a0MWdxA/s400/SN150449.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look what droped down on us o.O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/St7GI8e9uLI/AAAAAAAAAFI/0MjqwBTpNX8/s1600-h/SN150458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394967260613687474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/St7GI8e9uLI/AAAAAAAAAFI/0MjqwBTpNX8/s400/SN150458.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so the girls began to play :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/St7GJfudayI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/EOMZSFcx_ho/s1600-h/SN150459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394967270073920290" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/St7GJfudayI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/EOMZSFcx_ho/s400/SN150459.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and people were jumping around...then we were told to stop it or the platform would collapse...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/St7GKWezUII/AAAAAAAAAFY/dPYkEcVIG80/s1600-h/SN150466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394967284772196482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/St7GKWezUII/AAAAAAAAAFY/dPYkEcVIG80/s400/SN150466.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then the guys started to play...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/St7HRiFQGkI/AAAAAAAAAF4/_8yJhbN3YeQ/s1600-h/SN150486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394968507656968770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/St7HRiFQGkI/AAAAAAAAAF4/_8yJhbN3YeQ/s400/SN150486.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and they were kicking Blackeberg's asses...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/St7HQSJj0yI/AAAAAAAAAFo/21NyatF6FfE/s1600-h/SN150472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394968486200202018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/St7HQSJj0yI/AAAAAAAAAFo/21NyatF6FfE/s400/SN150472.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wow, how charming...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/St7GLJlRdvI/AAAAAAAAAFg/cZXDBSEM8rE/s1600-h/SN150470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394967298489546482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/St7GLJlRdvI/AAAAAAAAAFg/cZXDBSEM8rE/s400/SN150470.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hi? xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/St7HRFp7b9I/AAAAAAAAAFw/DY0QH_zWGKY/s1600-h/SN150482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394968500026175442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/St7HRFp7b9I/AAAAAAAAAFw/DY0QH_zWGKY/s400/SN150482.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were freaking out...ahhh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/St7HSHWXFsI/AAAAAAAAAGA/lgQKCi1Yzck/s1600-h/SN150491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394968517660841666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/St7HSHWXFsI/AAAAAAAAAGA/lgQKCi1Yzck/s400/SN150491.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Bromma won!!! :DDD Awesome.&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/7188846032554225697-1350927033106185660?l=anakiin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anakiin.blogspot.com/feeds/1350927033106185660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anakiin.blogspot.com/2009/10/bromma-vs-blackan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7188846032554225697/posts/default/1350927033106185660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7188846032554225697/posts/default/1350927033106185660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anakiin.blogspot.com/2009/10/bromma-vs-blackan.html' title='Bromma vs. Blackan'/><author><name>Rosie. H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05348809483946317517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/St9AKJok6KI/AAAAAAAAAGI/hLaIRaitT6I/S220/IMGP0765.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/St7Dx3P3xII/AAAAAAAAAE4/RYTNSwC17cY/s72-c/SN150447.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7188846032554225697.post-3017394714019308528</id><published>2009-10-20T10:19:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T10:27:17.671+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Trallalalala.</title><content type='html'>I think I'll head for school now. We're just going to have PE and then the whole school will take the train to somewhere to watch the baskeball game between our school and Blackeberg. Woho! I love watching baskeball games :) Haha, I think it's in my pinoy blood or something and I haven't seen a game for what seems like a lifetime! Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway, I wonder how we'll manage to get there...I mean, an entire school? We're like 500 students? I was told we were 700 my first year, butI don't know. 700 is like...huge.&lt;br /&gt;So, I gotta go.&lt;br /&gt;I think we're going to play some volleyball! I used to be good. Now I just suck I think xD But who knows! Maybe the force is with me today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7188846032554225697-3017394714019308528?l=anakiin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anakiin.blogspot.com/feeds/3017394714019308528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anakiin.blogspot.com/2009/10/trallalalala.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7188846032554225697/posts/default/3017394714019308528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7188846032554225697/posts/default/3017394714019308528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anakiin.blogspot.com/2009/10/trallalalala.html' title='Trallalalala.'/><author><name>Rosie. H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05348809483946317517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/St9AKJok6KI/AAAAAAAAAGI/hLaIRaitT6I/S220/IMGP0765.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7188846032554225697.post-2208790965912756512</id><published>2009-10-19T14:17:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T14:33:56.845+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I found an apple in my bag</title><content type='html'>There! Almost 24 hours has gone :D&lt;br /&gt;I don't even feel tierd? So weird, but hey, I'm not complaining. The fact that there was no time for lunch though, that's pretty uncool.&lt;br /&gt;The presentation went super well. What a relief. I was breathing deeply for minutes while my classmate had his presentation. And he didn't really make it any easier for me! His voice was shakey and all that stuff that makes me nervous. I held my hand over my chest to see if my heart was beating normaly. I couldn't tell. But it all went perfectly fine after I've convinced myself that I knew everything about the subject. Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the right after that I had to rush to the test in nature science. I had a little time to review my notes and then bam. I was finished! And that means the dread of day is over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I found an apple in my bag! I'm so very happy! What a blessing xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7188846032554225697-2208790965912756512?l=anakiin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anakiin.blogspot.com/feeds/2208790965912756512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anakiin.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-found-apple-in-my-bag.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7188846032554225697/posts/default/2208790965912756512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7188846032554225697/posts/default/2208790965912756512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anakiin.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-found-apple-in-my-bag.html' title='I found an apple in my bag'/><author><name>Rosie. H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05348809483946317517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/St9AKJok6KI/AAAAAAAAAGI/hLaIRaitT6I/S220/IMGP0765.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7188846032554225697.post-3874919664741783147</id><published>2009-10-18T22:10:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T22:17:06.453+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuck in the magic number</title><content type='html'>I long for time to just fly away until the end of the day tomorrow. Because then I'll be sleeping in our dusty car on my way home to my couch and dreams I actually have time to dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 is the magic number. 3 hours of sleep and I will make.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, 747...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7188846032554225697-3874919664741783147?l=anakiin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anakiin.blogspot.com/feeds/3874919664741783147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anakiin.blogspot.com/2009/10/stuck-in-magic-number.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7188846032554225697/posts/default/3874919664741783147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7188846032554225697/posts/default/3874919664741783147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anakiin.blogspot.com/2009/10/stuck-in-magic-number.html' title='Stuck in the magic number'/><author><name>Rosie. H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05348809483946317517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/St9AKJok6KI/AAAAAAAAAGI/hLaIRaitT6I/S220/IMGP0765.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7188846032554225697.post-5426181479496513496</id><published>2009-10-18T17:05:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T17:22:56.264+02:00</updated><title type='text'>*sigh*</title><content type='html'>I keep sighing all the time. I hate each time I have to do things I don't want to do and don't need in life because it always makes me think of one certain question: &lt;em&gt;What am I supposed to do with my life but to live it?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so very heavy. What if I never reach my dreams? I sound so pessimistic. But I'm slightly panicked. This is pure confusion and some sort of search for something...I don't know what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE this feeling. Because it makes me want to sit down on the floor and just sit there ignoring everyone around me. I wonder what they think of when I do that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey. 24 hours, and then it's over. Right? I guess I just have to straighten up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7188846032554225697-5426181479496513496?l=anakiin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anakiin.blogspot.com/feeds/5426181479496513496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anakiin.blogspot.com/2009/10/sigh.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7188846032554225697/posts/default/5426181479496513496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7188846032554225697/posts/default/5426181479496513496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anakiin.blogspot.com/2009/10/sigh.html' title='*sigh*'/><author><name>Rosie. H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05348809483946317517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/St9AKJok6KI/AAAAAAAAAGI/hLaIRaitT6I/S220/IMGP0765.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7188846032554225697.post-4147589123799693266</id><published>2009-10-18T10:33:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T10:58:23.259+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='skype'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angelica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Heya!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I spoke to Angelica on skype :D Woho!&lt;br /&gt;I love skype. Someone should give the creators behind it a Nobel Prize.&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh the &lt;strong&gt;dread&lt;/strong&gt; of what tomorrow will bring! But love springs from it too.&lt;/em&gt; Though, not until after school. I love my drama group &lt;3 I've planned out some sort of time limit for me to finish each thing today. I usually do that when I realize I'm up to no good. And this is really not good. It breaks me down. I hate presentations. But maybe it's just because I loathe it so much that makes it feel difficult? I should try a new strategy...try to love it. Act as if it's just a new script I should learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And about that boy! I've decided to take it super casual. Sort of ignore the whole thing and see what he's really up to. Because this is strange!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7188846032554225697-4147589123799693266?l=anakiin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anakiin.blogspot.com/feeds/4147589123799693266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anakiin.blogspot.com/2009/10/heya.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7188846032554225697/posts/default/4147589123799693266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7188846032554225697/posts/default/4147589123799693266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anakiin.blogspot.com/2009/10/heya.html' title='Heya!'/><author><name>Rosie. H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05348809483946317517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/St9AKJok6KI/AAAAAAAAAGI/hLaIRaitT6I/S220/IMGP0765.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7188846032554225697.post-3621866702503603705</id><published>2009-10-17T19:05:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T19:20:12.416+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Concentrate. Oh yeah!</title><content type='html'>I can feel it. How the inspiration of actually concentrating and studying overflows me! Oh my!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was being sarcastic. As if to trick myself into actually being concentrated, you know.&lt;br /&gt;What should I do!?!&lt;br /&gt;Argh! &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so look for the autumn school brake. Muse. The Titanic Exhibition. Some underground music gig. Work. I just want this coming week to pass by without pain and tierdness, but I know that's just something I wish and not at all close to reality.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and another thing! Autumn brake also equals talking to Angelica on skype, for hours! :D&lt;br /&gt;Totally disco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7188846032554225697-3621866702503603705?l=anakiin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anakiin.blogspot.com/feeds/3621866702503603705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anakiin.blogspot.com/2009/10/concentrate-oh-yeah.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7188846032554225697/posts/default/3621866702503603705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7188846032554225697/posts/default/3621866702503603705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anakiin.blogspot.com/2009/10/concentrate-oh-yeah.html' title='Concentrate. Oh yeah!'/><author><name>Rosie. H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05348809483946317517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/St9AKJok6KI/AAAAAAAAAGI/hLaIRaitT6I/S220/IMGP0765.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7188846032554225697.post-425983893958996782</id><published>2009-10-17T10:42:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T11:13:22.848+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Sun</title><content type='html'>No, it's not winter and there is no sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I wrote a poem/song called &lt;em&gt;Vintersol,&lt;/em&gt; wich means &lt;em&gt;Winter Sun&lt;/em&gt;, and yeah, it's in Swedish.&lt;br /&gt;And I wrote one yesterday too! In English though. It's not quite finished yet. I keep writing when I'm supposed to study for all these tests next week and prepare my presentation. I know nothing about everything, or so it feels.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and another thing. Screw love. I hate it!&lt;br /&gt;He has messed up my mind now that I need to concentrate. I keep thinking about it all and I really don't have time for that. Seriously. Perhaps things were better they way they were before he decided to speak to me. It's actually quite irritating. I want to talk to someone about it so my mind can get more clear.&lt;br /&gt;Dad? No. He can't handle this kind of stuff. My brother? No. He's not talking to me at the moment and besides, I would neve talk about this with him. Mom? Hell no. She made it clear this week that she never wants to hear about how I feel. Not that she has ever listened anyway. It's easy to tell becasue from time to time after I've said something to her I ask "What did I just say?" and she never knows. It's like I'm just talking to myself. Maybe I should do that? Sort of reflect the situation for myself. Deal out the cards...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The cards!&lt;/em&gt; Of course, why didn't I think of that earlier!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7188846032554225697-425983893958996782?l=anakiin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anakiin.blogspot.com/feeds/425983893958996782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anakiin.blogspot.com/2009/10/winter-sun.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7188846032554225697/posts/default/425983893958996782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7188846032554225697/posts/default/425983893958996782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anakiin.blogspot.com/2009/10/winter-sun.html' title='Winter Sun'/><author><name>Rosie. H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05348809483946317517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/St9AKJok6KI/AAAAAAAAAGI/hLaIRaitT6I/S220/IMGP0765.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7188846032554225697.post-7639840540003746870</id><published>2009-10-16T19:27:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T11:27:16.740+02:00</updated><title type='text'>"You're like an Indian summer in the middle of a winter..."</title><content type='html'>Oh God, oh God, oh God! I'm freaking out!&lt;br /&gt;Long story, but anyway...I've always had this little crush on this certain guy for like...a long time. But I mean, usually you know what your chances are to even get close to someone, and mine were minimum. So I just kept it as a secret. Thinking of his perfect face and being a silly little girl.&lt;br /&gt;The thing is...after years...he's talking to me! Now that's really odd. And I keep answering the questions he ask in such a weird way. The wrong way. The what-do-you-want way. The second after I've uttered anything to him I always I have this inner fight were I get so mad at myself for being so stupid. &lt;em&gt;Why did I say that?&lt;/em&gt; is all I'm thinking and &lt;em&gt;What's my freaking problem? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I explode inside, while pretending to be casual. I'm such a dork.&lt;br /&gt;A happy dork, though. I wish I had Angelica here with me so we could be dorks together. I'm still saving for England.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so this guy, he's adorable. And this can't just be a random thing, right? Or maybe it is. But how come he knows something about me that he wouldn't be able to know if he didn't like me? Ok, weird sentence, but I can't put up it here. It might be way too obvious if he sort of get hold of my blog! I would never be able to face him again.&lt;br /&gt;Again, the thing is that no one would ever ask you those questions just because. There's some sort of purpose behind it, especially when this is the first time that he's actually talking to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7188846032554225697-7639840540003746870?l=anakiin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anakiin.blogspot.com/feeds/7639840540003746870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anakiin.blogspot.com/2009/10/youre-like-idian-summer-in-middle-of.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7188846032554225697/posts/default/7639840540003746870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7188846032554225697/posts/default/7639840540003746870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anakiin.blogspot.com/2009/10/youre-like-idian-summer-in-middle-of.html' title='&quot;You&apos;re like an Indian summer in the middle of a winter...&quot;'/><author><name>Rosie. H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05348809483946317517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/St9AKJok6KI/AAAAAAAAAGI/hLaIRaitT6I/S220/IMGP0765.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7188846032554225697.post-2065302165039962807</id><published>2009-10-09T22:22:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T23:17:51.873+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Hide and seek.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/Ss-iyXKxY4I/AAAAAAAAAEw/mOlgxgkIXNo/s1600-h/IMGP0642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390706265082127234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/Ss-iyXKxY4I/AAAAAAAAAEw/mOlgxgkIXNo/s400/IMGP0642.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So. I just watched the swedish version of Idol. I love Tove. I'm not really a fan of Calle, but he sung Destiny Calling by Melody Club and I just love that song. It's my all time favorite MC-song and he did well. I remember the first time I heard that song. Melody Club's second album just got released and so I went for their signing at Bengas. And a signing there often means a mini-gig too! Lovely days. I miss that time. I love my life now, but I no longer have those friends I once used to have. I miss them. I don't know...I feel so stupid and naive. I should just stop bothering them by asking if they want to hang out by the café or something. I mean, who am I kidding? I guess they don't need me as much as I need them...or miss me as much I miss them. Maybe it's just about time for me to realize that. Like I said. Navie and stupid with foolish eyes. I just...hate myself for being like this. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;xoxo...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7188846032554225697-2065302165039962807?l=anakiin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anakiin.blogspot.com/feeds/2065302165039962807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anakiin.blogspot.com/2009/10/hide-and-seek.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7188846032554225697/posts/default/2065302165039962807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7188846032554225697/posts/default/2065302165039962807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anakiin.blogspot.com/2009/10/hide-and-seek.html' title='Hide and seek.'/><author><name>Rosie. H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05348809483946317517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/St9AKJok6KI/AAAAAAAAAGI/hLaIRaitT6I/S220/IMGP0765.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/Ss-iyXKxY4I/AAAAAAAAAEw/mOlgxgkIXNo/s72-c/IMGP0642.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7188846032554225697.post-8053924626090308524</id><published>2009-10-09T17:23:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T17:37:44.985+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Lalaland</title><content type='html'>Pretty solid day. I only had one lesson and I happen to love the subject. It's Swedish &lt;3 And we talk about cool stuff like Shakespeare, literature, kulture and lots of other amazing things. Dad picked me up with Randy so we could go to Panduro and get some paint and locks. I miss having enough time for lookbooking :c And I miss lookbook, so I posted a new look! I love lookbook &lt;3 Not that I'm active really since I've got no time, but I really really love that site &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/Ss9XbOkJfWI/AAAAAAAAAEY/BvbfndKGiiU/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 324px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390623404263570786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/Ss9XbOkJfWI/AAAAAAAAAEY/BvbfndKGiiU/s400/2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(look I posted on lookbook)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Right, I have to go fix my Green Day banner for sunday &lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7188846032554225697-8053924626090308524?l=anakiin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anakiin.blogspot.com/feeds/8053924626090308524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anakiin.blogspot.com/2009/10/lalaland.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7188846032554225697/posts/default/8053924626090308524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7188846032554225697/posts/default/8053924626090308524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anakiin.blogspot.com/2009/10/lalaland.html' title='Lalaland'/><author><name>Rosie. H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05348809483946317517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/St9AKJok6KI/AAAAAAAAAGI/hLaIRaitT6I/S220/IMGP0765.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/Ss9XbOkJfWI/AAAAAAAAAEY/BvbfndKGiiU/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7188846032554225697.post-5421545303982690323</id><published>2009-10-08T21:36:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T21:49:04.471+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Haha :D</title><content type='html'>I just wrote a song while dad went out for a walk with our dog :P&lt;br /&gt;I don't know...it's a bit funny...I won't share xD&lt;br /&gt;Well at least not now :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kinda proud of myself in the way that even though everything is crap...I'm happy about life. So what if I feel close to sucidal...that doesn't make everything else bad...and that's a feeling you can't just be too serious about really. Ice-cream will still be yum, pianos will still call me and music will still make me dance on the streets &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Woho! PEACE OUT!:D &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7188846032554225697-5421545303982690323?l=anakiin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anakiin.blogspot.com/feeds/5421545303982690323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anakiin.blogspot.com/2009/10/h.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7188846032554225697/posts/default/5421545303982690323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7188846032554225697/posts/default/5421545303982690323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anakiin.blogspot.com/2009/10/h.html' title='Haha :D'/><author><name>Rosie. H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05348809483946317517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/St9AKJok6KI/AAAAAAAAAGI/hLaIRaitT6I/S220/IMGP0765.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7188846032554225697.post-2718097595492732708</id><published>2009-10-08T20:23:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T20:38:53.506+02:00</updated><title type='text'>You suck!</title><content type='html'>It's not as if I have any pilot ambitions left. I confronted my teacher, but when I turned away I just couldn't remember what I got out of it? And I think it's because I don't really care of what he says. It just doesn't matter what I do. Even if I do try to make peace and I really want to, but it doesn't work. I try my hardest. I listen carefully at class, I've done mostly well at tests, I've never been late...I know I can't be that wrong. He's got no freaking reason for being so mean. This is not like "Freaky Friday"...the one with Lindsay Lohan. Really, there's nothing I can do. I'm fed up with this shit.&lt;br /&gt;I hope Santa won't give him any  presents this year :C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(whoa, I don't really know about that...I can't wish anyone that! I mean, that's pretty mean...God I'm so lame T.T' I fail at being mean.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7188846032554225697-2718097595492732708?l=anakiin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anakiin.blogspot.com/feeds/2718097595492732708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anakiin.blogspot.com/2009/10/you-suck.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7188846032554225697/posts/default/2718097595492732708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7188846032554225697/posts/default/2718097595492732708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anakiin.blogspot.com/2009/10/you-suck.html' title='You suck!'/><author><name>Rosie. H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05348809483946317517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/St9AKJok6KI/AAAAAAAAAGI/hLaIRaitT6I/S220/IMGP0765.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7188846032554225697.post-4320017630657222601</id><published>2009-10-08T10:55:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T10:57:30.614+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Real men take baths together!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/Ss2pLwj4IqI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/s5nzY7Nv0sc/s1600-h/Green_Day_Bubble_Bath_by_WowToast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390150348511388322" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 374px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/Ss2pLwj4IqI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/s5nzY7Nv0sc/s400/Green_Day_Bubble_Bath_by_WowToast.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They sure are&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; REAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; men! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Haha, love it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7188846032554225697-4320017630657222601?l=anakiin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anakiin.blogspot.com/feeds/4320017630657222601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anakiin.blogspot.com/2009/10/real-men-take-baths-together.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7188846032554225697/posts/default/4320017630657222601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7188846032554225697/posts/default/4320017630657222601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anakiin.blogspot.com/2009/10/real-men-take-baths-together.html' title='Real men take baths together!'/><author><name>Rosie. H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05348809483946317517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/St9AKJok6KI/AAAAAAAAAGI/hLaIRaitT6I/S220/IMGP0765.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/Ss2pLwj4IqI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/s5nzY7Nv0sc/s72-c/Green_Day_Bubble_Bath_by_WowToast.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7188846032554225697.post-5300927366601426072</id><published>2009-10-07T21:53:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T22:24:09.745+02:00</updated><title type='text'>This is not what I would call a lovely day.</title><content type='html'>I'm so tierd. I've had a fucked up day. First, the train doesn't work...leaving me in a situation of panic. Why panic? Because I was supposed to be outside school exactly at 7 am. EXACTLY! If you're late, well, buhu. Nobody cares if you would have been on time and that you got up at 5 am just so that you would be ready.&lt;br /&gt;See, I had this fieldtrip to Linköping with my class today...well I didn't actually, since I obviously missed the buss with what? Three minutes? Come on! And it wasn't my fault...stupid train. I know it's not my teachers fault that I was late and it's not mine either...but they could've waited. I'm always on time and they know that so...they should've figured out that something wasn't quite right. I know everybody's just thinking that I'm ignorant. That I don't care. That I'm some sort of rebel for no reason but lack of inteligence. But I'm not. And even if I've been acting like a rebel it's beacuse I've had good reasons. I've been going against a lot of things, but I'm not stupid and ignorant.&lt;br /&gt;And then on my way back home I had to take the bus since the trains were fucked...and that takes a lot longer...and of course it was late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I was kinda happy when I got home. I ate pie, watched Gossip Girl and played some piano and guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then mom got home...ruining everything. Yelling and complaining. Bringing down my hippie-aura with hers. I hate when she does that. I just want to be happy and I keep telling her that but she's like "You can't be like that! Blahblahblah...!"&lt;br /&gt;Why not? Why can't you be happy about life? I know the sun can't shine all the time and I'm glad it doesn't. In fact, I'm thankful for being depressed! But anger...I just...don't like it. You know, chill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to bed now. Sweet dreams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7188846032554225697-5300927366601426072?l=anakiin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anakiin.blogspot.com/feeds/5300927366601426072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anakiin.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-is-not-what-i-would-call-lovely.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7188846032554225697/posts/default/5300927366601426072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7188846032554225697/posts/default/5300927366601426072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anakiin.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-is-not-what-i-would-call-lovely.html' title='This is not what I would call a lovely day.'/><author><name>Rosie. H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05348809483946317517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/St9AKJok6KI/AAAAAAAAAGI/hLaIRaitT6I/S220/IMGP0765.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7188846032554225697.post-6653384570754568178</id><published>2009-10-07T12:09:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T12:23:41.414+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I keep falling for T's and M's</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/SsxpUYunL4I/AAAAAAAAAEA/uF-dX_FTH8I/s1600-h/IMGP0198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389798653011898242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/SsxpUYunL4I/AAAAAAAAAEA/uF-dX_FTH8I/s400/IMGP0198.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yeah, I just thought about it :o&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Haha, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wierd&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/SsxqzrgWKBI/AAAAAAAAAEI/ICfroRZh1S8/s1600-h/IMGP0491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389800290139908114" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/SsxqzrgWKBI/AAAAAAAAAEI/ICfroRZh1S8/s400/IMGP0491.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Oh, and also! I'm getting a uke soon! I've wanted one for way too long and I'm as usually going to work during the school breaks so I mean, I can afford one. They're not that expensive, but still very awesome :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Peace &lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7188846032554225697-6653384570754568178?l=anakiin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anakiin.blogspot.com/feeds/6653384570754568178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anakiin.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-keep-falling-for-ts-and-ms.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7188846032554225697/posts/default/6653384570754568178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7188846032554225697/posts/default/6653384570754568178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anakiin.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-keep-falling-for-ts-and-ms.html' title='I keep falling for T&apos;s and M&apos;s'/><author><name>Rosie. H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05348809483946317517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/St9AKJok6KI/AAAAAAAAAGI/hLaIRaitT6I/S220/IMGP0765.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/SsxpUYunL4I/AAAAAAAAAEA/uF-dX_FTH8I/s72-c/IMGP0198.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7188846032554225697.post-7592434088415948596</id><published>2009-10-06T20:59:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T21:16:52.853+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Noah and the Whale heading for Sweden! :'D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/SsuXhhDIVVI/AAAAAAAAAD4/0dJO_wFPjKI/s1600-h/noah-and-the-whale.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 289px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389567981141906770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/SsuXhhDIVVI/AAAAAAAAAD4/0dJO_wFPjKI/s400/noah-and-the-whale.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just as I thought I was out of happy pills for the day another one came crashing to my heart! :D&lt;br /&gt;Why? Because &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/noahandthewhale"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Noah and the Whale&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; are coming to Sweden! To&lt;em&gt; Stockholm&lt;/em&gt; (and Gothenburg, but that's rather far).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course I'm going! They'll be playing in Debaser and I happen to love that place...uhm, though I've never been to a gig there xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is so awesome I can't believe it! I was jumping around like a monkey, all crazy, but I had to keep it down since I've already accidentally scared mom because of my happyness today. Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know what to doooo!!! I mean, I do know, but still...I don't! It's crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7188846032554225697-7592434088415948596?l=anakiin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anakiin.blogspot.com/feeds/7592434088415948596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anakiin.blogspot.com/2009/10/noah-and-whale-heading-for-sweden-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7188846032554225697/posts/default/7592434088415948596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7188846032554225697/posts/default/7592434088415948596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anakiin.blogspot.com/2009/10/noah-and-whale-heading-for-sweden-d.html' title='Noah and the Whale heading for Sweden! :&apos;D'/><author><name>Rosie. H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05348809483946317517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/St9AKJok6KI/AAAAAAAAAGI/hLaIRaitT6I/S220/IMGP0765.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/SsuXhhDIVVI/AAAAAAAAAD4/0dJO_wFPjKI/s72-c/noah-and-the-whale.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7188846032554225697.post-8851561275992238933</id><published>2009-10-06T16:48:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T17:18:56.655+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='röd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='töntarna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='red'/><title type='text'>Long time No see, my love &lt;3</title><content type='html'>I was just wondering when &lt;a href="http://kent.nu/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kent's&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; new album would be released. I've been waiting for so long ever since they went to Berlin and now...a new single! :'D&lt;br /&gt;It's called "Töntarna", in english it means "The dorks" and I love it!&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful. I just can't wait for more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/SstelYw817I/AAAAAAAAADo/BstEGbqfTXs/s1600-h/tontarna_340-v3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 340px; HEIGHT: 340px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389505375474866098" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/SstelYw817I/AAAAAAAAADo/BstEGbqfTXs/s400/tontarna_340-v3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(the new single)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as I write this I hear "Längesen vi sågs" = "Long time No see".&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite songs. Especially the part where Jocke sings &lt;em&gt;Vi vände oss mot kameran och log = We turned to the camera and smiled.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad, though, but it's so beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/SstfGFARj_I/AAAAAAAAADw/K_qayKgwX8U/s1600-h/091005-red-340-thomas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 340px; HEIGHT: 340px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389505937106112498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/SstfGFARj_I/AAAAAAAAADw/K_qayKgwX8U/s400/091005-red-340-thomas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(the new album cover!!!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited about it all. I must go to a concert next year when their tour starts...&lt;em&gt;my heart has been craving for it. My entire SOUL has been craving for it. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&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/7188846032554225697-8851561275992238933?l=anakiin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anakiin.blogspot.com/feeds/8851561275992238933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anakiin.blogspot.com/2009/10/long-time-no-see-my-love-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7188846032554225697/posts/default/8851561275992238933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7188846032554225697/posts/default/8851561275992238933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anakiin.blogspot.com/2009/10/long-time-no-see-my-love-3.html' title='Long time No see, my love &lt;3'/><author><name>Rosie. H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05348809483946317517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/St9AKJok6KI/AAAAAAAAAGI/hLaIRaitT6I/S220/IMGP0765.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/SstelYw817I/AAAAAAAAADo/BstEGbqfTXs/s72-c/tontarna_340-v3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7188846032554225697.post-806429027125325646</id><published>2009-10-06T11:25:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T11:36:03.310+02:00</updated><title type='text'>This is another post of nothing really, but I felt like writing...so I did!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/SssNme5-yHI/AAAAAAAAADg/5T2MTttzrIE/s1600-h/IMGP0021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389416333861374066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/SssNme5-yHI/AAAAAAAAADg/5T2MTttzrIE/s400/IMGP0021.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I'm all restless. I've cleaned up a bit, read a book...I'm thinking of taking a shower and do all those homeworks I've got to do. It's super nice outside. Autumn. I've got that familiar autumn-feeling in me now. The nice one with the sun shining and all the wonderful warm colors around me. Maybe I should go for a walk? Hmm...yeah :D&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my brother passed all the tests so now he's got a drivers license!!! Flawless! I'm so proud of him :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7188846032554225697-806429027125325646?l=anakiin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anakiin.blogspot.com/feeds/806429027125325646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anakiin.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-is-another-post-of-nothing-really.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7188846032554225697/posts/default/806429027125325646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7188846032554225697/posts/default/806429027125325646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anakiin.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-is-another-post-of-nothing-really.html' title='This is another post of nothing really, but I felt like writing...so I did!'/><author><name>Rosie. H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05348809483946317517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/St9AKJok6KI/AAAAAAAAAGI/hLaIRaitT6I/S220/IMGP0765.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/SssNme5-yHI/AAAAAAAAADg/5T2MTttzrIE/s72-c/IMGP0021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7188846032554225697.post-4311875796975567110</id><published>2009-10-05T21:20:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T21:33:35.741+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freaking out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='omg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='green day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lalalaaa'/><title type='text'>So...very...close!</title><content type='html'>Ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm seriously DYING over here. Green Day...*hyperventilating*...just a few more days! THIS IS SO FREAKY! My brother and I have been waiting for so so sooooo very long! It's insane! I can't really take it in, you know. Whoa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/SspJrUizw4I/AAAAAAAAAC8/tPpiKd0SLfA/s1600-h/GreenDay_Poster_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 349px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389200912700130178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/SspJrUizw4I/AAAAAAAAAC8/tPpiKd0SLfA/s400/GreenDay_Poster_web.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7188846032554225697-4311875796975567110?l=anakiin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anakiin.blogspot.com/feeds/4311875796975567110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anakiin.blogspot.com/2009/10/soveryclose.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7188846032554225697/posts/default/4311875796975567110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7188846032554225697/posts/default/4311875796975567110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anakiin.blogspot.com/2009/10/soveryclose.html' title='So...very...close!'/><author><name>Rosie. H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05348809483946317517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/St9AKJok6KI/AAAAAAAAAGI/hLaIRaitT6I/S220/IMGP0765.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/SspJrUizw4I/AAAAAAAAAC8/tPpiKd0SLfA/s72-c/GreenDay_Poster_web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7188846032554225697.post-1157768517466160820</id><published>2009-10-04T13:43:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T13:46:23.465+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Book: The Hunger Games</title><content type='html'>Awesome. Read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/SsiK8g5hx4I/AAAAAAAAAC0/jOk-aYVmN7Q/s1600-h/hg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 265px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388709726376806274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/SsiK8g5hx4I/AAAAAAAAAC0/jOk-aYVmN7Q/s400/hg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7188846032554225697-1157768517466160820?l=anakiin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anakiin.blogspot.com/feeds/1157768517466160820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anakiin.blogspot.com/2009/10/book-hunger-games.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7188846032554225697/posts/default/1157768517466160820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7188846032554225697/posts/default/1157768517466160820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anakiin.blogspot.com/2009/10/book-hunger-games.html' title='Book: The Hunger Games'/><author><name>Rosie. H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05348809483946317517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/St9AKJok6KI/AAAAAAAAAGI/hLaIRaitT6I/S220/IMGP0765.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/SsiK8g5hx4I/AAAAAAAAAC0/jOk-aYVmN7Q/s72-c/hg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7188846032554225697.post-2139345894527037926</id><published>2009-10-03T08:06:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T08:16:47.612+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for something better</title><content type='html'>I'm soon heading to Täby for some awesomeness in this dull situation. Great! Really...&lt;br /&gt;So I gonna go pack my stuff, get some socks and BAM! To infinity and Beyond (the Iron Sea)!!!&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, about that last part...well, I had to xD &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I love that fact that everything I say and do always have something with Keane or any of my favorite bands and stuff related to them. Like, how I end sentences. For example: If I say "I'm lost!" a second later I would add "...in the sun!" :D&lt;br /&gt;Lost in the sun, from &lt;em&gt;Sunshine&lt;/em&gt; &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I really have to go xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheeeeeeeers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//Rosie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7188846032554225697-2139345894527037926?l=anakiin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anakiin.blogspot.com/feeds/2139345894527037926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anakiin.blogspot.com/2009/10/time-for-something-better.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7188846032554225697/posts/default/2139345894527037926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7188846032554225697/posts/default/2139345894527037926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anakiin.blogspot.com/2009/10/time-for-something-better.html' title='Time for something better'/><author><name>Rosie. H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05348809483946317517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/St9AKJok6KI/AAAAAAAAAGI/hLaIRaitT6I/S220/IMGP0765.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7188846032554225697.post-7022185444930902245</id><published>2009-10-01T23:57:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T00:22:55.480+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy ending, please...?</title><content type='html'>God...I keep worrying about my family in the Philippines. Grandfather refuses to get the mud and shit cleaned out. The reason: a new, even stronger hurricane is coming. So I do understand him in that matter, but he also refuses to go with my uncle for better shelter. Silly old man! Damn it, you can't swim and the water might just crash over you anytime now. Why, oh why?&lt;br /&gt;Why is he doing this to us? The place where we live is already the most vulnerabe part of the country right now and the man doesn't even bother. He's being very...I don't know. I know there's nothing I actually can do...&lt;br /&gt;I'm just so frustrated and torn and sad and...what am I?&lt;br /&gt;And then it just turns out that everyone's &lt;em&gt;not &lt;/em&gt;ok after all. &lt;em&gt;One of my uncles is missing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that the bad things happen all at the same time? I want this to be over. Everything's ruined. There you go you stupid hurricane, you've taken it all. Leave.&lt;br /&gt;I'll just...pray and pray and pray. For everyone over there and for people here. I hate this. It's horrible. I hope this soon will be over and that the end will be happy, not just for my family, but for everyone. For the ones close to me, my friend, her family and her father.&lt;br /&gt;This is such a deep cut. I want it to heal. It feels like someone's taking my breath away and ripping out my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;// Rosie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7188846032554225697-7022185444930902245?l=anakiin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anakiin.blogspot.com/feeds/7022185444930902245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anakiin.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-ending-please.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7188846032554225697/posts/default/7022185444930902245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7188846032554225697/posts/default/7022185444930902245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anakiin.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-ending-please.html' title='Happy ending, please...?'/><author><name>Rosie. H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05348809483946317517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/St9AKJok6KI/AAAAAAAAAGI/hLaIRaitT6I/S220/IMGP0765.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7188846032554225697.post-7281335818457524610</id><published>2009-09-29T18:39:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T19:10:26.739+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='autumn'/><title type='text'>Dinner At Eight</title><content type='html'>We orienteered today at school. It was ok :) I usually like maps and stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's definitley autumn now. And it's coooold. But I like the fact that I can wear my favourite jacket, just for a while though, since it'll be to cold to wear when the winter comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was, of course, awesome because of my Drama group &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;We're going to work this saturday and I so look for to it :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/SsI8hq9CTII/AAAAAAAAACk/1iZqu1q6NnM/s1600-h/IMGP0445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386934653452176514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/SsI8hq9CTII/AAAAAAAAACk/1iZqu1q6NnM/s400/IMGP0445.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon time for dinner. Weheeeey! :D&lt;br /&gt;This is my brothers girlfriend Linn, my bro Kimwell and Randy our doggie :P&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...yeah, we have our special ways of cooking. This is the Kimwell-style!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;// &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Rosie :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7188846032554225697-7281335818457524610?l=anakiin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anakiin.blogspot.com/feeds/7281335818457524610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anakiin.blogspot.com/2009/09/dinner-at-eight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7188846032554225697/posts/default/7281335818457524610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7188846032554225697/posts/default/7281335818457524610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anakiin.blogspot.com/2009/09/dinner-at-eight.html' title='Dinner At Eight'/><author><name>Rosie. H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05348809483946317517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/St9AKJok6KI/AAAAAAAAAGI/hLaIRaitT6I/S220/IMGP0765.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/SsI8hq9CTII/AAAAAAAAACk/1iZqu1q6NnM/s72-c/IMGP0445.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7188846032554225697.post-3884376153724308252</id><published>2009-09-28T09:17:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T19:13:57.983+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Good news in the bad ones</title><content type='html'>Oh, my eyes hurt. It feels like someone's pricking them with a needle. I really should go to bed earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. What's happening? Well, first of all, I'm really relieved to hear from my cousin Claire in the Philippines. In case you don't know what I'm talking about...there has been a very strong hurricane/monsoon, the strongest since 1967,and it's been raining like hell. Actually a whole mounth of rain just crashed down within a couple of hours...no electricity. Basically the entire Luzon was under water, that means almost half the country. God, my heart just broke. I've been so worried. And mom too. So worried we got frustrated at each other and started to argue for no reason at all. She was telling me to look it, and I did. I clicked on every site about it. She was like "Look it up!!!" and then a answered "I am!!!" and yeah, it went on like that until we got irritated at each other. But I guess that's just because we worried so much.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so my cousin just posted on facebook that everyone's ok. *taking a deep breath*&lt;br /&gt;They've been cleaning for two days, still not finish though. And well, everything is basically ruined. The mud is unholy. I wished I could help. I hate to watch the news. It looks terrible.&lt;br /&gt;Really, I'm so glad everyone's fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I could work there for charity? Helping out children. I mean, I speak the language fluently, I've almost got my whole family there and I know the country quite well. Not forever of course. I'm going to England and stuff, too. I can't just not go. And Sweden is a country I love a lot. But you know, just for a while. I feel like I have to. I care too much for my on good. That's not a bad thing, but it's sort of my weakness and sometimes I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I better finish my homework now! I can't screw this up. I can't afford it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;// &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rosie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7188846032554225697-3884376153724308252?l=anakiin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anakiin.blogspot.com/feeds/3884376153724308252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anakiin.blogspot.com/2009/09/good-news-in-bad-ones.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7188846032554225697/posts/default/3884376153724308252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7188846032554225697/posts/default/3884376153724308252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anakiin.blogspot.com/2009/09/good-news-in-bad-ones.html' title='Good news in the bad ones'/><author><name>Rosie. H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05348809483946317517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/St9AKJok6KI/AAAAAAAAAGI/hLaIRaitT6I/S220/IMGP0765.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7188846032554225697.post-1225320449961950670</id><published>2009-09-27T16:23:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T16:40:14.776+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I've lost the race</title><content type='html'>Blargh. I hate this ._.&lt;br /&gt;I have to stick with the construction, but I really really don't want to! I want to have Physics and now, after my confession of how little I like construction, my teacher will so glare at me. Like, you're-a-shame-for-the-tech glare.&lt;br /&gt;So if I hate it? He doesn't like art-freaks...or art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been wasting my time trying to finnish the hand-in. Feels like I've been doing nothing at all. Just staring. Fumbling with the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sucks. There's nothing I'm really good at. What should I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;// Rosie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7188846032554225697-1225320449961950670?l=anakiin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anakiin.blogspot.com/feeds/1225320449961950670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anakiin.blogspot.com/2009/09/ive-lost-race.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7188846032554225697/posts/default/1225320449961950670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7188846032554225697/posts/default/1225320449961950670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anakiin.blogspot.com/2009/09/ive-lost-race.html' title='I&apos;ve lost the race'/><author><name>Rosie. H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05348809483946317517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/St9AKJok6KI/AAAAAAAAAGI/hLaIRaitT6I/S220/IMGP0765.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7188846032554225697.post-6266446050012979115</id><published>2009-09-27T01:51:00.009+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T02:18:17.835+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='j-quiz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jesse quin and the mets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jq'/><title type='text'>Jesse, Billy, Angelica and Me :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/Sr6qDp7MpLI/AAAAAAAAACE/f4uN56WiXMM/s1600-h/Jesse_Quin_by_Pinkest_Princess.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 248px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 159px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385929184152167602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/Sr6qDp7MpLI/AAAAAAAAACE/f4uN56WiXMM/s400/Jesse_Quin_by_Pinkest_Princess.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I so so soooo love the updates on Jesse Quin and the Mets' myspace! &lt;3&gt; &lt;div&gt;Yeah :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday I spoke to Angelica for &lt;em&gt;FIVE HOURS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Skype = pure awesomeness.&lt;br /&gt;I fell asleep at three in the morning, still on skype, and my heart skipped when Angelica asked "Are you sleeping?" xD I was like "Zzzzzz...wha...whaaaaat!" and then I was back to reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/Sr6r1pyA4cI/AAAAAAAAACM/j5TyTxbqOic/s1600-h/Video+call+snapshot+33.png"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385931142618735042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/Sr6r1pyA4cI/AAAAAAAAACM/j5TyTxbqOic/s400/Video+call+snapshot+33.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/Sr6sKwPUcvI/AAAAAAAAACU/VUlf54PRysw/s1600-h/Video+call+snapshot+30.png"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385931505129517810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/Sr6sKwPUcvI/AAAAAAAAACU/VUlf54PRysw/s400/Video+call+snapshot+30.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We made funny faces :D&lt;br /&gt;And we managed to get us a "slave" for a year? Haha, I don't know...it was very late xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Strangers are nice talking to but I can't just give away my skypename to people I don't know since it is my real name and blah blah...geez!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/Sr6uDj96EVI/AAAAAAAAACc/mOFWB8Z1Zjo/s1600-h/Video+call+snapshot+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385933580599431506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/Sr6uDj96EVI/AAAAAAAAACc/mOFWB8Z1Zjo/s400/Video+call+snapshot+1.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, let me introduce you to my new friend, Billy :D &lt;3&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've written a song. Bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;//&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Rohohohosie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7188846032554225697-6266446050012979115?l=anakiin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anakiin.blogspot.com/feeds/6266446050012979115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anakiin.blogspot.com/2009/09/jesse-billy-angelica-and-me.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7188846032554225697/posts/default/6266446050012979115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7188846032554225697/posts/default/6266446050012979115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anakiin.blogspot.com/2009/09/jesse-billy-angelica-and-me.html' title='Jesse, Billy, Angelica and Me :)'/><author><name>Rosie. H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05348809483946317517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/St9AKJok6KI/AAAAAAAAAGI/hLaIRaitT6I/S220/IMGP0765.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/Sr6qDp7MpLI/AAAAAAAAACE/f4uN56WiXMM/s72-c/Jesse_Quin_by_Pinkest_Princess.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7188846032554225697.post-4803472242393820571</id><published>2009-09-25T18:25:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T19:17:26.717+02:00</updated><title type='text'>MTWTF</title><content type='html'>Haha, MTWTF...I mean, WTF is a funny part...MT could be a short for just something-somthinge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANYWAY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, kinda nice day. Chill. I spent some time after school wondering around in the city with Michley looking for some suitable football shoes for her brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met My! A girl who used to go to our school...we always hung out and stuff. She didn't really have anyone in her class, but boom, we became friends. She changed to St. Eriks though this term. We had fun...we always stood up for her, whatever it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, after summer, when we met her, she just totally tried to avoid us. I looked straight into her eyes, glad to see her after the summer, but she just walked pass us, hiding behind the surrounding people. And I know she saw me. Michely called for her name four times before she had to stop...but she didn't stop because she wanted to. It was her kind father reacting to her name...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all just makes me mad in some way. We were her only friends. I never expected to ever spend some time with her after she changed school, that's something you just know, but to just ignore us like that after all we've been through is something you just don't do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE GOOD THING IS...&lt;em&gt;dad made his super-awesome apple pie :D &lt;3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I posted another look on lookbook :3&lt;br /&gt;And that's pretty awesome. I'm so in love with lookbook &lt;3&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 275px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385454144410377970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/Srz6As-8XvI/AAAAAAAAAB0/0zCncuYoxLI/s400/lb4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;some spare pics after lookbooking :3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;//&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; Rosie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7188846032554225697-4803472242393820571?l=anakiin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anakiin.blogspot.com/feeds/4803472242393820571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anakiin.blogspot.com/2009/09/mtwtf.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7188846032554225697/posts/default/4803472242393820571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7188846032554225697/posts/default/4803472242393820571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anakiin.blogspot.com/2009/09/mtwtf.html' title='MTWTF'/><author><name>Rosie. H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05348809483946317517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/St9AKJok6KI/AAAAAAAAAGI/hLaIRaitT6I/S220/IMGP0765.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/Srz6As-8XvI/AAAAAAAAAB0/0zCncuYoxLI/s72-c/lb4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7188846032554225697.post-3721083164604484359</id><published>2009-09-24T18:32:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T20:36:28.874+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Rebel, rebel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/Sru7ePzhM1I/AAAAAAAAABk/Erse4aP9kMw/s1600-h/IMGP0011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385103907764646738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bnyFZ6fI1wY/Sru7ePzhM1I/AAAAAAAAABk/Erse4aP9kMw/s400/IMGP0011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I want to go to England. Like, ALOT. You know just go somewhere else. I'm starting to become this wierd I-don't-care-anymore person? It's just that I am so very tierd of everything. Of how people always are telling me what's wrong and what's right when I know deep inside what really is right for me. People always pop up from nowhere telling me off. In all the confusion I don't really know where my heart beats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you're not supposed to take those things in, and I don't, but when I finally get it all clear in my mind it's too late. I hate when people are telling me it's too late when really it's not. And I hate these rules telling me "No, you can't do that. It's a part of you now. The end." I mean, no, never, that's not true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And now I am this rebel, walking against it all. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;// &lt;/span&gt;Rosie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7188846032554225697-3721083164604484359?l=anakiin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anakiin.blogspot.com/feeds/3721083164604484359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anakiin.blogspot.com/2009/09/rebel-rebel.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7188846032554225697/posts/default/3721083164604484359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7188846032554225697/posts/default/3721083164604484359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anakiin.blogspot.com/2009/09/rebel-rebel.html' title='Rebel, rebel'/><author><name>Rosie. 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