<?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-6943182587803769798</id><updated>2011-11-06T08:22:05.723-08:00</updated><category term='Juni'/><category term='dikt'/><title type='text'>Der tanker svever avsted...</title><subtitle type='html'>WWW.grethemarita.blogspot.com</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Grethe Marita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13549293521539080123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S3G5mfW33gI/AAAAAAAAAbs/4myGfAhTNAE/S220/OgAAAFoNmXq-Tw9ES-vVYvQZLvY2eiTs3P9cDT9P3cfj20-aSI1c7E1T9Wte0WQBbhcof2oLjwyAAlo0r68QhtS_wxUAm1T1UDN1ATMQTQRxh5-fHXzdLkbODHN2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>169</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943182587803769798.post-4269844566391475642</id><published>2011-11-06T08:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T08:22:05.978-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SOMETHING'S WRONG</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rgOje8599-8/Trazd5MCoLI/AAAAAAAAAg0/y6frwj-bO4I/s1600/_DSC0084%2B%25283%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rgOje8599-8/Trazd5MCoLI/AAAAAAAAAg0/y6frwj-bO4I/s320/_DSC0084%2B%25283%2529.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671918106868621490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello! I've decided to just quit this blog! I'm too busy updating the Norwegian blog, and I don't like the name on this blog either. I don't know it I'll leave it for a while and then maybe try to change the name, header and just start all over again. I don't know if I want to delete my account because I have so many dear memories here I don't want to delete! Hm... &lt;br /&gt;We'll see. Right now you can keep yourself updated on feilinformert.blogg.no ( I would like this blog to be named that, missinformed.blogspot.com instead og my name, sucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6943182587803769798-4269844566391475642?l=grethemarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/feeds/4269844566391475642/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6943182587803769798&amp;postID=4269844566391475642' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/4269844566391475642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/4269844566391475642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/2011/11/somethings-wrong.html' title='SOMETHING&apos;S WRONG'/><author><name>Grethe Marita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13549293521539080123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S3G5mfW33gI/AAAAAAAAAbs/4myGfAhTNAE/S220/OgAAAFoNmXq-Tw9ES-vVYvQZLvY2eiTs3P9cDT9P3cfj20-aSI1c7E1T9Wte0WQBbhcof2oLjwyAAlo0r68QhtS_wxUAm1T1UDN1ATMQTQRxh5-fHXzdLkbODHN2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rgOje8599-8/Trazd5MCoLI/AAAAAAAAAg0/y6frwj-bO4I/s72-c/_DSC0084%2B%25283%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943182587803769798.post-6301968211834435611</id><published>2011-03-27T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T13:20:32.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I been gone for so long</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hello again. After I don't know how long I found out that I probably should start writing here again since I am moving to England very soon and this is great training for my English. Well. this time I don't have so much to say. I've been around, my head in school books and nothing special that happened. I can do a quick update an other time and for now, so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's good to see you again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rLmcSirlIZ8/TY-bnTb4qrI/AAAAAAAAAf4/Bptvfr5KZVM/s1600/DSCN0542%2B2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 202px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rLmcSirlIZ8/TY-bnTb4qrI/AAAAAAAAAf4/Bptvfr5KZVM/s320/DSCN0542%2B2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588856762124511922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6943182587803769798-6301968211834435611?l=grethemarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/feeds/6301968211834435611/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6943182587803769798&amp;postID=6301968211834435611' title='1 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/6301968211834435611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/6301968211834435611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-been-gone-for-so-long.html' title='I been gone for so long'/><author><name>Grethe Marita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13549293521539080123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S3G5mfW33gI/AAAAAAAAAbs/4myGfAhTNAE/S220/OgAAAFoNmXq-Tw9ES-vVYvQZLvY2eiTs3P9cDT9P3cfj20-aSI1c7E1T9Wte0WQBbhcof2oLjwyAAlo0r68QhtS_wxUAm1T1UDN1ATMQTQRxh5-fHXzdLkbODHN2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rLmcSirlIZ8/TY-bnTb4qrI/AAAAAAAAAf4/Bptvfr5KZVM/s72-c/DSCN0542%2B2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943182587803769798.post-1759980289052601605</id><published>2010-09-26T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T12:14:41.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The funniest man on a long time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4u2ZsoYWwJA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=nb_NO" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA, I just died a little inside! :P&lt;br /&gt;Love the part when he talks about his daughter! She's fucking two! I can beat her up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6943182587803769798-1759980289052601605?l=grethemarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/feeds/1759980289052601605/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6943182587803769798&amp;postID=1759980289052601605' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/1759980289052601605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/1759980289052601605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/2010/09/funniest-man-on-long-time.html' title='The funniest man on a long time!'/><author><name>Grethe Marita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13549293521539080123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S3G5mfW33gI/AAAAAAAAAbs/4myGfAhTNAE/S220/OgAAAFoNmXq-Tw9ES-vVYvQZLvY2eiTs3P9cDT9P3cfj20-aSI1c7E1T9Wte0WQBbhcof2oLjwyAAlo0r68QhtS_wxUAm1T1UDN1ATMQTQRxh5-fHXzdLkbODHN2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943182587803769798.post-8964574296325373737</id><published>2010-09-11T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T11:55:54.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rooftop and bad wine</title><content type='html'>I had a great time with one of my best friends, Angel, on his rooftop, in Sandefjord. Vi talk about everything and nothing, and no one has ever made that sense like he did during a conversation about nothing! Maybe the wine had something to do with it!? I don't know, but I wanted to stop time and live that moment forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yesterday, and everyday since that day I've been feeling things I didn't think I felt, things I didn't feel, but was insecure to feel and now I don't know if I felt it at all!? Did I make sense? Well, I get it if I don't. I want to know what to feel, know how to feel and more. I want to know if I made a mistake i shouldn't have done and I want to know if there is more time to regret doing those mistakes! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to grow up! I'm afraid of what the future brings. The ups and downs, if I'll live happy, if I die old. I don't like the future, I love now! I love the people in my life right now, I love the place i live right now, I love everything about now! But it's hard to know if now is my best time of life, or will the best time be in five years? I don't know, do you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LiGVOvPmR3o?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=nb_NO"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LiGVOvPmR3o?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=nb_NO" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6943182587803769798-8964574296325373737?l=grethemarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/feeds/8964574296325373737/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6943182587803769798&amp;postID=8964574296325373737' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/8964574296325373737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/8964574296325373737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/2010/09/rooftop-and-bad-wine.html' title='Rooftop and bad wine'/><author><name>Grethe Marita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13549293521539080123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S3G5mfW33gI/AAAAAAAAAbs/4myGfAhTNAE/S220/OgAAAFoNmXq-Tw9ES-vVYvQZLvY2eiTs3P9cDT9P3cfj20-aSI1c7E1T9Wte0WQBbhcof2oLjwyAAlo0r68QhtS_wxUAm1T1UDN1ATMQTQRxh5-fHXzdLkbODHN2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943182587803769798.post-5759861284963706177</id><published>2010-08-16T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T11:57:33.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All around me are familliar faces</title><content type='html'>Today I haven't used my day with any sense. I have slept a lot, and bought some stuff from a secondhand store. The lady is really over prized! Really! But i still bought some stuff. A sweater, a jacket and a blouse. Really cute!&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards i have spent the rest of my day watching a friend play Joshi. We just hang out a couple of friends and had a great time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6943182587803769798-5759861284963706177?l=grethemarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/feeds/5759861284963706177/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6943182587803769798&amp;postID=5759861284963706177' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/5759861284963706177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/5759861284963706177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/2010/08/all-around-me-are-familliar-faces.html' title='All around me are familliar faces'/><author><name>Grethe Marita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13549293521539080123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S3G5mfW33gI/AAAAAAAAAbs/4myGfAhTNAE/S220/OgAAAFoNmXq-Tw9ES-vVYvQZLvY2eiTs3P9cDT9P3cfj20-aSI1c7E1T9Wte0WQBbhcof2oLjwyAAlo0r68QhtS_wxUAm1T1UDN1ATMQTQRxh5-fHXzdLkbODHN2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943182587803769798.post-4913097539360829549</id><published>2010-08-12T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T13:33:08.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What do we feel now?</title><content type='html'>The TV's on, mute. &lt;br /&gt;The radio is on, mute.&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I actually hear is my neighbor upstairs, the tapping of my typing, and the music from Spotify; Foals - Spanish Sahara.&lt;br /&gt;What do I see, feel? The lamp post outside that can't decide if it want to stay on, or off.&lt;br /&gt;The light of my computer screen is to sharp. My eyes hurt, like when I'm too tired!&lt;br /&gt;What else? What do I sense? &lt;br /&gt;Smell: nothing&lt;br /&gt;Feelings: Nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't feel lonely, I don't feel afraid.&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel sad, hurt or mad.&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel happy, glad or tired.&lt;br /&gt;NOTHING, absolutely nothing!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel the voice in the back of my head, I don't feel thedark, the light. &lt;br /&gt;I just know I'm alive, not for sure, but still. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7gj4UjGZLlA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=nb_NO"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7gj4UjGZLlA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=nb_NO" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6943182587803769798-4913097539360829549?l=grethemarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/feeds/4913097539360829549/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6943182587803769798&amp;postID=4913097539360829549' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/4913097539360829549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/4913097539360829549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/2010/08/hva-fles-na.html' title='What do we feel now?'/><author><name>Grethe Marita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13549293521539080123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S3G5mfW33gI/AAAAAAAAAbs/4myGfAhTNAE/S220/OgAAAFoNmXq-Tw9ES-vVYvQZLvY2eiTs3P9cDT9P3cfj20-aSI1c7E1T9Wte0WQBbhcof2oLjwyAAlo0r68QhtS_wxUAm1T1UDN1ATMQTQRxh5-fHXzdLkbODHN2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943182587803769798.post-7867255777814202478</id><published>2010-08-06T11:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T11:46:01.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fake it</title><content type='html'>Wow, it's really easy to pretend I'm someone else. Put on a fake mask and fake it! &lt;br /&gt;The only negative thing about this is; it feels like a parasite! I can't do anything, I feel so trapped in my own lies. And I can't get out! We'll try harder next time? No, there won't be a next time! I really need someone to save me, but I won't admit I have any faults to fix! Fuck it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6943182587803769798-7867255777814202478?l=grethemarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/feeds/7867255777814202478/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6943182587803769798&amp;postID=7867255777814202478' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/7867255777814202478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/7867255777814202478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/2010/08/fake-it.html' title='Fake it'/><author><name>Grethe Marita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13549293521539080123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S3G5mfW33gI/AAAAAAAAAbs/4myGfAhTNAE/S220/OgAAAFoNmXq-Tw9ES-vVYvQZLvY2eiTs3P9cDT9P3cfj20-aSI1c7E1T9Wte0WQBbhcof2oLjwyAAlo0r68QhtS_wxUAm1T1UDN1ATMQTQRxh5-fHXzdLkbODHN2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943182587803769798.post-696336006633160539</id><published>2010-08-06T03:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T04:07:06.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Got me out here, in the water so deep</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Each minute makes me even more confused. I don't know if I want to laugh or cry. I'm a bit frustrated right now, but what to do. What you did yesterday didn't help either! I made me think. Replay every single moment all over again in my head! Let's take a second and reflect all that we can do! Think about it, why were we afraid to speak about it? Why were we afraid to show it!? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You came along just a little too late. I'm so sorry. Why couldn't we both been a little more attentive to each other!? I thought you didn't care, you didn't seem to be interested! So eventually after a time I loss my feeling away to everyone else, but you. I don't get it! I really don't get it! It's weird not to have you around anymore! I hope it gets better with time, and if it doesn't, then I'll have to try again, and if it's too late for me, then I'll just have to forget everything! But I really don't want to forget you, I enjoy your company, and I really want you there, if not as my lover, at least as my best friend!&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/U-AiVCNHQKg&amp;amp;hl=nb_NO&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song doesn't have anything to do with the text, I just love Lissie, and her songs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6943182587803769798-696336006633160539?l=grethemarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/feeds/696336006633160539/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6943182587803769798&amp;postID=696336006633160539' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/696336006633160539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/696336006633160539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/2010/08/got-me-out-here-in-water-so-deep.html' title='Got me out here, in the water so deep'/><author><name>Grethe Marita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13549293521539080123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S3G5mfW33gI/AAAAAAAAAbs/4myGfAhTNAE/S220/OgAAAFoNmXq-Tw9ES-vVYvQZLvY2eiTs3P9cDT9P3cfj20-aSI1c7E1T9Wte0WQBbhcof2oLjwyAAlo0r68QhtS_wxUAm1T1UDN1ATMQTQRxh5-fHXzdLkbODHN2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943182587803769798.post-8923870709754183978</id><published>2010-08-05T02:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T02:59:10.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Now that it's over</title><content type='html'>Now it's over. It's sad to say it, but it's over. I had great months, but we had to different opinions of how a relationship had to work. I'm sorry a million times. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6943182587803769798-8923870709754183978?l=grethemarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/feeds/8923870709754183978/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6943182587803769798&amp;postID=8923870709754183978' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/8923870709754183978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/8923870709754183978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/2010/08/now-that-its-over.html' title='Now that it&apos;s over'/><author><name>Grethe Marita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13549293521539080123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S3G5mfW33gI/AAAAAAAAAbs/4myGfAhTNAE/S220/OgAAAFoNmXq-Tw9ES-vVYvQZLvY2eiTs3P9cDT9P3cfj20-aSI1c7E1T9Wte0WQBbhcof2oLjwyAAlo0r68QhtS_wxUAm1T1UDN1ATMQTQRxh5-fHXzdLkbODHN2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943182587803769798.post-1600626041495910007</id><published>2010-07-19T14:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T14:12:32.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reality!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Damn, it's really hard to tell what I want to  &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/6943182587803769798-1600626041495910007?l=grethemarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/feeds/1600626041495910007/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6943182587803769798&amp;postID=1600626041495910007' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/1600626041495910007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/1600626041495910007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/2010/07/reality.html' title='Reality!'/><author><name>Grethe Marita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13549293521539080123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S3G5mfW33gI/AAAAAAAAAbs/4myGfAhTNAE/S220/OgAAAFoNmXq-Tw9ES-vVYvQZLvY2eiTs3P9cDT9P3cfj20-aSI1c7E1T9Wte0WQBbhcof2oLjwyAAlo0r68QhtS_wxUAm1T1UDN1ATMQTQRxh5-fHXzdLkbODHN2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943182587803769798.post-7933470389879060209</id><published>2010-07-19T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T08:16:25.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I will, you won't</title><content type='html'>It's amazing how some people don't get it! They can't read body language, they don't understand when I tell 'em 100 times that I won't. They simply don't get it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell them to go, they'll come.&lt;br /&gt;I tell 'em to don't, they'll do.&lt;br /&gt;I refuse to hold 'em, they force me. &lt;br /&gt;I tell them to stay, and then they'll leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/TERryBtPZLI/AAAAAAAAAfg/tOWgEcA4X-Y/s1600/nude-art-photography.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 309px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/TERryBtPZLI/AAAAAAAAAfg/tOWgEcA4X-Y/s320/nude-art-photography.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495635952494666930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Chapter 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We, as human being have a hard time to get other people. Sometimes your friend or your boyfriend tells you when you're home that what you did, wasn't very clever. &lt;br /&gt;I can tell by own experience. It's not very fun to stand there and trying to tell an other person that enough is enough, and that other people don't have the same boundaries as yourself. &lt;br /&gt;We don't know when the limit is crossed, and then it's maybe too late to take it back.&lt;br /&gt;How can we express ourselves entirely without telling what we think or feel directly?  I don't use to have a hard time to be myself, but when I'm with you, I can't even thing right. And that's maybe why the we should go our own ways. Damn, it's hard to live. I love to live, and live to love, but you're making it really hard. I think of others and realize that you are not right for me. I'm sorry, but at least we tried. right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to hurt others feeling. But sometimes I have to do it. But it will only hurt a little while. I don't know you well. How can I even know you love me? How can I know you don't tell me you care, but really don't. So I actually don't know if it's going to &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;hurt you.&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/6943182587803769798-7933470389879060209?l=grethemarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/feeds/7933470389879060209/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6943182587803769798&amp;postID=7933470389879060209' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/7933470389879060209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/7933470389879060209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-will-you-wont.html' title='I will, you won&apos;t'/><author><name>Grethe Marita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13549293521539080123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S3G5mfW33gI/AAAAAAAAAbs/4myGfAhTNAE/S220/OgAAAFoNmXq-Tw9ES-vVYvQZLvY2eiTs3P9cDT9P3cfj20-aSI1c7E1T9Wte0WQBbhcof2oLjwyAAlo0r68QhtS_wxUAm1T1UDN1ATMQTQRxh5-fHXzdLkbODHN2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/TERryBtPZLI/AAAAAAAAAfg/tOWgEcA4X-Y/s72-c/nude-art-photography.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943182587803769798.post-3811961818892192371</id><published>2010-07-13T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T12:40:56.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/TDzA-SL87aI/AAAAAAAAAfY/yYPu2X9SHMc/s1600/20090503015427.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/TDzA-SL87aI/AAAAAAAAAfY/yYPu2X9SHMc/s320/20090503015427.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493477821751553442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even thou you tell me I'm your favorite and you love me so, I just can't believe you. How is it you don't answer me. You don't tell me what, when you said you would. You don't love me at all! I don't believe you! Are you ashamed of me, or is it just me? &lt;br /&gt;We are all afraid of being hated, but I don't know what i did to loose you. you told me it was us forever, and now. Look at us. I gave you and our relationship everything. A new friend. And you choose her instead of me! What a wonderful world, aight?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6943182587803769798-3811961818892192371?l=grethemarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/feeds/3811961818892192371/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6943182587803769798&amp;postID=3811961818892192371' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/3811961818892192371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/3811961818892192371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/2010/07/even-thou-you-tell-me-im-your-favorite.html' title=''/><author><name>Grethe Marita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13549293521539080123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S3G5mfW33gI/AAAAAAAAAbs/4myGfAhTNAE/S220/OgAAAFoNmXq-Tw9ES-vVYvQZLvY2eiTs3P9cDT9P3cfj20-aSI1c7E1T9Wte0WQBbhcof2oLjwyAAlo0r68QhtS_wxUAm1T1UDN1ATMQTQRxh5-fHXzdLkbODHN2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/TDzA-SL87aI/AAAAAAAAAfY/yYPu2X9SHMc/s72-c/20090503015427.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943182587803769798.post-999473787794101601</id><published>2010-07-13T02:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T02:16:51.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'>erase</title><content type='html'>It's weird how we feel so alive the minute before we fall asleep. I don't mind being erased from theirs memory, but it would be nice if we could find friends that you can disagree with, without start fighting. Maybe we weren't that good friends we thought we were. Why fight for something like this??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6943182587803769798-999473787794101601?l=grethemarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/feeds/999473787794101601/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6943182587803769798&amp;postID=999473787794101601' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/999473787794101601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/999473787794101601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/2010/07/erase.html' title='erase'/><author><name>Grethe Marita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13549293521539080123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S3G5mfW33gI/AAAAAAAAAbs/4myGfAhTNAE/S220/OgAAAFoNmXq-Tw9ES-vVYvQZLvY2eiTs3P9cDT9P3cfj20-aSI1c7E1T9Wte0WQBbhcof2oLjwyAAlo0r68QhtS_wxUAm1T1UDN1ATMQTQRxh5-fHXzdLkbODHN2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943182587803769798.post-570277607691528379</id><published>2010-07-12T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T11:24:24.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Really, friends?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The friends you think and take for being the closest are as often the ones who gives you the most shit! They might know you best of all, but isn't it them who should yes, when the answer really is no, just to be the good friend they said they were. If there are three in a group, you suddenly find out they are talking behind your back. Backs stabbed! For real! And you suddenly find out they said something they told you they would tell you up in the face! And what happens when you after a time realize that you can't trust your best friend anymore, because of things he said behind your back! I have to admit I already started to doubt our relationship. you are a little more experienced than me, and when you hand out with her, I get the thoughts that it might be better for you because, then you can talk too someone on more your own level. And when we are three, it complicates everything, suddenly. As often, it's only me and one more, but we are you and two more. And that complicates everything! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6943182587803769798-570277607691528379?l=grethemarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/feeds/570277607691528379/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6943182587803769798&amp;postID=570277607691528379' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/570277607691528379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/570277607691528379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/2010/07/really-friends.html' title='Really, friends?'/><author><name>Grethe Marita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13549293521539080123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S3G5mfW33gI/AAAAAAAAAbs/4myGfAhTNAE/S220/OgAAAFoNmXq-Tw9ES-vVYvQZLvY2eiTs3P9cDT9P3cfj20-aSI1c7E1T9Wte0WQBbhcof2oLjwyAAlo0r68QhtS_wxUAm1T1UDN1ATMQTQRxh5-fHXzdLkbODHN2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943182587803769798.post-5336431709654904040</id><published>2010-07-09T03:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T03:58:23.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I never let anyone walk behind me!</title><content type='html'>I'm really tired. What can possibly make me feel like this? Well, work. Everyday the last two weeks. Today I got free, but have to work tomorrow. Joy! I might don't go to work, a friend asked  me to join on a festival! I'll join! Ofc! :) Stavern Festival. But I have to work on Sunday thou... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except of that, what have I been up too lately? Don't know. Just working. Someone seen the Office? Haha, it's hilarious!  Love it, with a major L!!! &lt;br /&gt;Just see, Dwight is my Sensei! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/poDLjwSmaW0&amp;amp;hl=nb_NO&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really worth seeing it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I want you guys to listen to this beautiful song!&lt;br /&gt;Lissie - When I'm alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6i7jNwv_3oc&amp;amp;hl=nb_NO&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6i7jNwv_3oc&amp;amp;hl=nb_NO&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6943182587803769798-5336431709654904040?l=grethemarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/feeds/5336431709654904040/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6943182587803769798&amp;postID=5336431709654904040' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/5336431709654904040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/5336431709654904040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/2010/07/im-really-tired.html' title='I never let anyone walk behind me!'/><author><name>Grethe Marita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13549293521539080123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S3G5mfW33gI/AAAAAAAAAbs/4myGfAhTNAE/S220/OgAAAFoNmXq-Tw9ES-vVYvQZLvY2eiTs3P9cDT9P3cfj20-aSI1c7E1T9Wte0WQBbhcof2oLjwyAAlo0r68QhtS_wxUAm1T1UDN1ATMQTQRxh5-fHXzdLkbODHN2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943182587803769798.post-1145331267483994853</id><published>2010-06-28T04:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T04:54:41.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer time, lazy time!</title><content type='html'>Wow! over 15 days ago??  Well... I don't have much to tell. I past my exam, yay! Math exam btw! And ehh...look at this video of Miley Cyrus! :D  &lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YMkiFaVh3AU&amp;amp;hl=nb_NO&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He he, I know it's fake, but it makes me soooo happy! :P &lt;br /&gt;And what else is new? hm...&lt;br /&gt;Summer time is lazy time, sp I'll just post something now and then! &lt;br /&gt;Kisses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Grethe M&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6943182587803769798-1145331267483994853?l=grethemarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/feeds/1145331267483994853/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6943182587803769798&amp;postID=1145331267483994853' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/1145331267483994853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/1145331267483994853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/2010/06/wow-over-15-days-ago-well.html' title='Summer time, lazy time!'/><author><name>Grethe Marita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13549293521539080123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S3G5mfW33gI/AAAAAAAAAbs/4myGfAhTNAE/S220/OgAAAFoNmXq-Tw9ES-vVYvQZLvY2eiTs3P9cDT9P3cfj20-aSI1c7E1T9Wte0WQBbhcof2oLjwyAAlo0r68QhtS_wxUAm1T1UDN1ATMQTQRxh5-fHXzdLkbODHN2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943182587803769798.post-4783871434759056165</id><published>2010-06-11T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T08:59:58.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey</title><content type='html'>Now it's been a reaaaallyyyy long time since the last scrap...&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been up anything special, schools out, I was in London last weekend, in Sweeden three weeks ago and Stine is back tomorrow. That's what I look forward too.... Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll write more when I got more time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6943182587803769798-4783871434759056165?l=grethemarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/feeds/4783871434759056165/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6943182587803769798&amp;postID=4783871434759056165' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/4783871434759056165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/4783871434759056165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/2010/06/hey.html' title='Hey'/><author><name>Grethe Marita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13549293521539080123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S3G5mfW33gI/AAAAAAAAAbs/4myGfAhTNAE/S220/OgAAAFoNmXq-Tw9ES-vVYvQZLvY2eiTs3P9cDT9P3cfj20-aSI1c7E1T9Wte0WQBbhcof2oLjwyAAlo0r68QhtS_wxUAm1T1UDN1ATMQTQRxh5-fHXzdLkbODHN2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943182587803769798.post-4264766915432594848</id><published>2010-05-07T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T10:46:02.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S-RRs0HvJuI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/Aa5yf24fc8s/s1600/_DSC0310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S-RRs0HvJuI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/Aa5yf24fc8s/s320/_DSC0310.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468585677881812706" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6943182587803769798-4264766915432594848?l=grethemarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/feeds/4264766915432594848/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6943182587803769798&amp;postID=4264766915432594848' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/4264766915432594848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/4264766915432594848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/2010/05/love.html' title='love'/><author><name>Grethe Marita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13549293521539080123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S3G5mfW33gI/AAAAAAAAAbs/4myGfAhTNAE/S220/OgAAAFoNmXq-Tw9ES-vVYvQZLvY2eiTs3P9cDT9P3cfj20-aSI1c7E1T9Wte0WQBbhcof2oLjwyAAlo0r68QhtS_wxUAm1T1UDN1ATMQTQRxh5-fHXzdLkbODHN2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S-RRs0HvJuI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/Aa5yf24fc8s/s72-c/_DSC0310.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943182587803769798.post-6483470154888839544</id><published>2010-05-01T05:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T07:27:03.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why wont you just slap my face?</title><content type='html'>I'm sitting and listening to a telephone conversation with  mum and my brother. They were talkin' shit abouth my dad, because they are now separated, and mum told him about something that happend this morning. The thing was that dad didn't want to drive me to the train station, and he was directly an asshole. But Then they started talkin, mum and my brother, that my younger brother was the victim. That's fear enough, but I mean, he didn't even notice that they were fighting. It makes me so mad!!!!!!!     fuck everyhting!!!   I hate being ignored. They don't even notice what they were doing all this time to their own flesh and blood. You poor thing, they don't care much about you. They just enjoyd wachin' to see you rotn like a corp in a dirty bag. And kiking it. And hitting it. I don't think they wan't to hurt you, it's just that they are so self sentered that they don't notice it... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S9w5O9JGp1I/AAAAAAAAAfI/7_3NSLzOsUY/s1600/_DSC0020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S9w5O9JGp1I/AAAAAAAAAfI/7_3NSLzOsUY/s320/_DSC0020.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466306976814638930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6943182587803769798-6483470154888839544?l=grethemarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/feeds/6483470154888839544/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6943182587803769798&amp;postID=6483470154888839544' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/6483470154888839544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/6483470154888839544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/2010/05/why-wont-you-just-slap-my-face.html' title='Why wont you just slap my face?'/><author><name>Grethe Marita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13549293521539080123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S3G5mfW33gI/AAAAAAAAAbs/4myGfAhTNAE/S220/OgAAAFoNmXq-Tw9ES-vVYvQZLvY2eiTs3P9cDT9P3cfj20-aSI1c7E1T9Wte0WQBbhcof2oLjwyAAlo0r68QhtS_wxUAm1T1UDN1ATMQTQRxh5-fHXzdLkbODHN2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S9w5O9JGp1I/AAAAAAAAAfI/7_3NSLzOsUY/s72-c/_DSC0020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943182587803769798.post-8839573716670231419</id><published>2010-03-23T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T14:06:07.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing to say nothing to think</title><content type='html'>Lately a whole lot have been going on. This weekend there was something called UKM (Ungdomens kultur mønstring) It's a type of competission where people can do almost whatever they want to! I danced with a friend. Nothing serious, just for fun. It was awsome. Probably the best stage experience  I've ever had! AMAZING! I also had to pictures. You can present different things in different categories. So what I had in the competission was: Two pictures. One drawing and one acryl and the dance. I don't have any photography of the pictures, but I'll post it some other day. We didn't get to the semi finals with the dance, but the acryl painting did. So I hope I'll come to the UKM festival. that would be awsome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S6kpEHcvN4I/AAAAAAAAAe0/s8Xyl7QX_TQ/s1600-h/24910_10150153483205206_795455205_11579888_3558318_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S6kpEHcvN4I/AAAAAAAAAe0/s8Xyl7QX_TQ/s320/24910_10150153483205206_795455205_11579888_3558318_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451933974604494722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Malin to the left, me to the right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S6kpDzZDPvI/AAAAAAAAAes/cpmGTiP7O8E/s1600-h/24031_411998206396_572231396_5498948_4589107_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S6kpDzZDPvI/AAAAAAAAAes/cpmGTiP7O8E/s320/24031_411998206396_572231396_5498948_4589107_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451933969220321010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are som craezy pitures of ud while were dancing. Skækk...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6943182587803769798-8839573716670231419?l=grethemarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/feeds/8839573716670231419/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6943182587803769798&amp;postID=8839573716670231419' title='1 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/8839573716670231419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/8839573716670231419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/2010/03/nothing-to-say-nothing-to-think.html' title='Nothing to say nothing to think'/><author><name>Grethe Marita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13549293521539080123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S3G5mfW33gI/AAAAAAAAAbs/4myGfAhTNAE/S220/OgAAAFoNmXq-Tw9ES-vVYvQZLvY2eiTs3P9cDT9P3cfj20-aSI1c7E1T9Wte0WQBbhcof2oLjwyAAlo0r68QhtS_wxUAm1T1UDN1ATMQTQRxh5-fHXzdLkbODHN2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S6kpEHcvN4I/AAAAAAAAAe0/s8Xyl7QX_TQ/s72-c/24910_10150153483205206_795455205_11579888_3558318_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943182587803769798.post-6399146310759362979</id><published>2010-03-19T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T15:33:37.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovely!!</title><content type='html'>These last weeks have been skeptic. Last weekend I was and saw UKM Sandefjord, and today it was UKM Kick off Larvik and tomorrow is the big day when Malin and me are dancing a meaningless dance in onepieces. I can't wait!! The song is MGMT-Kids and the "group" name is The New Asian Onepieces, haha, meaningless, I know!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Tuesday was spent with Alice. We didn't do anything but talking and doing my nails. They were like a rainbow for almost two weeks!  &lt;br /&gt;We also made something to eat. But when we looked after something to eat, we found something nasty. A ehh...rømme? It was out of date 25th January 2010. Eeew.... &lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S6P6g6m6rYI/AAAAAAAAAek/QYS9pJCloMQ/s1600-h/_DSC0485.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S6P6g6m6rYI/AAAAAAAAAek/QYS9pJCloMQ/s320/_DSC0485.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450475417443675522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S6P6fx8AcJI/AAAAAAAAAec/yMDQCdZ4kc8/s1600-h/_DSC0481.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S6P6fx8AcJI/AAAAAAAAAec/yMDQCdZ4kc8/s320/_DSC0481.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450475397936345234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S6P6fVSnXvI/AAAAAAAAAeU/xolHPnGjX7A/s1600-h/_DSC0477.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alice wasn't very happy obut my big adveture to open the box, so she was standing on the other side of the room. But I mean, who can blame her? The thing had hair! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S6P6fVSnXvI/AAAAAAAAAeU/xolHPnGjX7A/s1600-h/_DSC0477.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S6P6fVSnXvI/AAAAAAAAAeU/xolHPnGjX7A/s320/_DSC0477.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450475390246543090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6943182587803769798-6399146310759362979?l=grethemarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/feeds/6399146310759362979/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6943182587803769798&amp;postID=6399146310759362979' title='2 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/6399146310759362979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/6399146310759362979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/2010/03/lovely.html' title='Lovely!!'/><author><name>Grethe Marita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13549293521539080123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S3G5mfW33gI/AAAAAAAAAbs/4myGfAhTNAE/S220/OgAAAFoNmXq-Tw9ES-vVYvQZLvY2eiTs3P9cDT9P3cfj20-aSI1c7E1T9Wte0WQBbhcof2oLjwyAAlo0r68QhtS_wxUAm1T1UDN1ATMQTQRxh5-fHXzdLkbODHN2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S6P6g6m6rYI/AAAAAAAAAek/QYS9pJCloMQ/s72-c/_DSC0485.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943182587803769798.post-1158749235664203688</id><published>2010-03-07T12:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T14:31:24.565-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be yourself, is the hardest you can do</title><content type='html'>I enjoy my own company, don't really need anyone. But at the same time, I can't think my life withouth the people I love. They are the ones who create memories, and I am nothing without them. I  still like to sit in the quite and think. I know how to enjoy the emptyness with a pencil and a piece of paper, and a cappucino in the other hand. The warmth that embrace every single idea, thought, and creativity that leeks out of my mind, out of nothing with a huge enthusiasm to life. Imagine a life of nothing, where all you can photography is the snow falling down, and the ice that swim on the water surface. The smoke that pores out the nikotin of you and the imagination that blows up your mind. I would have lived in a land like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S5Qnt1q6nLI/AAAAAAAAAeE/ZnuJINo3mZQ/s1600-h/DSC01433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S5Qnt1q6nLI/AAAAAAAAAeE/ZnuJINo3mZQ/s320/DSC01433.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446021517852449970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6943182587803769798-1158749235664203688?l=grethemarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/feeds/1158749235664203688/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6943182587803769798&amp;postID=1158749235664203688' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/1158749235664203688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/1158749235664203688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/2010/03/be-yourself-is-hardest-you-can-do.html' title='Be yourself, is the hardest you can do'/><author><name>Grethe Marita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13549293521539080123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S3G5mfW33gI/AAAAAAAAAbs/4myGfAhTNAE/S220/OgAAAFoNmXq-Tw9ES-vVYvQZLvY2eiTs3P9cDT9P3cfj20-aSI1c7E1T9Wte0WQBbhcof2oLjwyAAlo0r68QhtS_wxUAm1T1UDN1ATMQTQRxh5-fHXzdLkbODHN2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S5Qnt1q6nLI/AAAAAAAAAeE/ZnuJINo3mZQ/s72-c/DSC01433.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943182587803769798.post-6445254375195551712</id><published>2010-03-02T11:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T12:56:20.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Counting bodies like sheep to the rythm of the wardrums</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Now, after hours of doing NOTHING at all I think I'll finally go to sleep. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now listen to my bed-song for the night! Counting bodies like sheep to the rythm of the wardrums-a perfect circle. I love the part when they start wispering really angry "go to sleep" It sounds like he's saying Don't you think. Love the song, it's a bit political. Very nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here you got a picture, crezy I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S417SfdKYPI/AAAAAAAAAd8/pDYOY9J8rkI/s1600-h/_DSC019333+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 207px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S417SfdKYPI/AAAAAAAAAd8/pDYOY9J8rkI/s320/_DSC019333+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444143082172473586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6943182587803769798-6445254375195551712?l=grethemarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/feeds/6445254375195551712/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6943182587803769798&amp;postID=6445254375195551712' title='1 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/6445254375195551712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/6445254375195551712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/2010/03/counting-bodies-like-sheep-to-rythm-of.html' title='Counting bodies like sheep to the rythm of the wardrums'/><author><name>Grethe Marita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13549293521539080123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S3G5mfW33gI/AAAAAAAAAbs/4myGfAhTNAE/S220/OgAAAFoNmXq-Tw9ES-vVYvQZLvY2eiTs3P9cDT9P3cfj20-aSI1c7E1T9Wte0WQBbhcof2oLjwyAAlo0r68QhtS_wxUAm1T1UDN1ATMQTQRxh5-fHXzdLkbODHN2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S417SfdKYPI/AAAAAAAAAd8/pDYOY9J8rkI/s72-c/_DSC019333+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943182587803769798.post-3161266165362265062</id><published>2010-02-28T06:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T13:58:19.428-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last day of vacation</title><content type='html'>Today was mt very last day of vacation. One unforgetable week!  &lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I finally cold call him mine! And I also lost my wallet and today I dyed my hair, now it's dead! I killed it. It's so ugly!   So, except for that, I had to do my homework, so I've been using som hours on two drawings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here they are, we have to know how the human body is built up, because tomorrow were having a act-model in class, that'll be interesting.&lt;br /&gt;And I know, crappy quality on the pictures, it's only two megapixels from my phone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S4rmiyegh9I/AAAAAAAAAd0/YqacRbaIGb0/s1600-h/DSC01413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S4rmiyegh9I/AAAAAAAAAd0/YqacRbaIGb0/s320/DSC01413.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443416584970340306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S4rminCGEgI/AAAAAAAAAds/RAQBXlEcNIw/s1600-h/DSC01414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S4rminCGEgI/AAAAAAAAAds/RAQBXlEcNIw/s320/DSC01414.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443416581898375682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6943182587803769798-3161266165362265062?l=grethemarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/feeds/3161266165362265062/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6943182587803769798&amp;postID=3161266165362265062' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/3161266165362265062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/3161266165362265062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/2010/02/last-day-of-vacation.html' title='Last day of vacation'/><author><name>Grethe Marita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13549293521539080123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S3G5mfW33gI/AAAAAAAAAbs/4myGfAhTNAE/S220/OgAAAFoNmXq-Tw9ES-vVYvQZLvY2eiTs3P9cDT9P3cfj20-aSI1c7E1T9Wte0WQBbhcof2oLjwyAAlo0r68QhtS_wxUAm1T1UDN1ATMQTQRxh5-fHXzdLkbODHN2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S4rmiyegh9I/AAAAAAAAAd0/YqacRbaIGb0/s72-c/DSC01413.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943182587803769798.post-3593712603454336565</id><published>2010-02-26T15:08:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T15:30:14.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Typing something you cant understand</title><content type='html'>Today when every single one of my friends were at the Ne-Yo consert I had to work. Not that you should feel sorry for me, because I didn't really wanna go. I'm not a big Ne-Yo fan or fan of the other artist's that were there. Anyways. It was a cherity concert called "Peru-rocken". The local high school collecting money to a school in Peru. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have to ask! Why &lt;em&gt;rock, &lt;/em&gt;the closest you came to rock was the local band, Offender, and they play ska-punk, reaggea, trash-punk etc...so, wock? I woulnd't call it that.&lt;br /&gt;Annyways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S4hZLwcHOkI/AAAAAAAAAdk/DIvPIhauj9A/s1600-h/Skruf_Stark_White.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 119px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S4hZLwcHOkI/AAAAAAAAAdk/DIvPIhauj9A/s320/Skruf_Stark_White.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442698208193493570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S4hZLnqErbI/AAAAAAAAAdc/BoCJDW3pPTQ/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 94px; height: 132px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S4hZLnqErbI/AAAAAAAAAdc/BoCJDW3pPTQ/s320/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442698205836127666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S4hZLvDUVSI/AAAAAAAAAdU/gPfwnMLw-EY/s1600-h/17001_RistoranteThinCrustMozzarella3D.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 140px; height: 140px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S4hZLvDUVSI/AAAAAAAAAdU/gPfwnMLw-EY/s320/17001_RistoranteThinCrustMozzarella3D.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442698207821059362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were she doing today? You think? Well, I ha to work, til eight o'clock! Shooot me! &lt;br /&gt;But after work, I buyed a mosarella pizza, a box of Skruff white-strong and Vouge. I spent the evening woth my younger brother waching "40 year old virgin"  I had to laugh, I mean, all the time. Now I thought I could go read my magazine and the dream...again. Hopefully not a crazy deam, freaky, awfull! You get my point! &lt;br /&gt;So, lots of goodnight kisses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; -Grethe Marita &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&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/6943182587803769798-3593712603454336565?l=grethemarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/feeds/3593712603454336565/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6943182587803769798&amp;postID=3593712603454336565' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/3593712603454336565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/3593712603454336565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/2010/02/typing-something-you-cant-understand.html' title='Typing something you cant understand'/><author><name>Grethe Marita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13549293521539080123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S3G5mfW33gI/AAAAAAAAAbs/4myGfAhTNAE/S220/OgAAAFoNmXq-Tw9ES-vVYvQZLvY2eiTs3P9cDT9P3cfj20-aSI1c7E1T9Wte0WQBbhcof2oLjwyAAlo0r68QhtS_wxUAm1T1UDN1ATMQTQRxh5-fHXzdLkbODHN2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S4hZLwcHOkI/AAAAAAAAAdk/DIvPIhauj9A/s72-c/Skruf_Stark_White.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943182587803769798.post-3240969864723607537</id><published>2010-02-26T03:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T04:08:28.882-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lil Wayne, Rebirth</title><content type='html'>I just have put up a little comercial on this new album. Actually, I'm not a big fan of Lil Wayne, but this albus was awsome! Reminded me a bit of nu-metal. Maeby. But how he did a whole new thing was cool. The album is the seventh, and was released February 2, 2010.&lt;br /&gt;For all you who are a bit sceptic, just use two seconds and listen to it. You find the album on Spotify. The genre is rap rock, pop rock, elctro-hop. It's cool, absolutly recomended!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S4e3pWsUhCI/AAAAAAAAAdM/Uqr8lrhPGGU/s1600-h/lil-wayne-rebirth-front-cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S4e3pWsUhCI/AAAAAAAAAdM/Uqr8lrhPGGU/s320/lil-wayne-rebirth-front-cover.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442520595794527266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6943182587803769798-3240969864723607537?l=grethemarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/feeds/3240969864723607537/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6943182587803769798&amp;postID=3240969864723607537' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/3240969864723607537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/3240969864723607537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/2010/02/lil-wayne-rebirth.html' title='Lil Wayne, Rebirth'/><author><name>Grethe Marita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13549293521539080123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S3G5mfW33gI/AAAAAAAAAbs/4myGfAhTNAE/S220/OgAAAFoNmXq-Tw9ES-vVYvQZLvY2eiTs3P9cDT9P3cfj20-aSI1c7E1T9Wte0WQBbhcof2oLjwyAAlo0r68QhtS_wxUAm1T1UDN1ATMQTQRxh5-fHXzdLkbODHN2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S4e3pWsUhCI/AAAAAAAAAdM/Uqr8lrhPGGU/s72-c/lil-wayne-rebirth-front-cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943182587803769798.post-88287705400287549</id><published>2010-02-24T10:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T10:22:02.799-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No-lifer deluxe</title><content type='html'>Even if my monday was absolutly perfect! Today wasn't!&lt;br /&gt;I'm soooo bored! And angry. Nothing today went ok. &lt;br /&gt;I had the craziest dream, and woke up several times of it. And then I heard noices, because someone had to fix something outside! NINE in the morning ffs!!!  After that, people started to call me, and after THAT my dad, little brother and cousin startet shouting outside my bedroom door, and turned on the volume on the tv and aaaaargh! &lt;br /&gt;So as you may see, this day wasn't the best one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I finally thought I could get out, spend some time with Ella, but she couldn't.&lt;br /&gt;So that left me all by myself. Hours after hours...&lt;br /&gt;Now my little brother saved me with a little chocolate and chips. And ofc, &lt;em&gt;he &lt;/em&gt;sent me a text mesage! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6943182587803769798-88287705400287549?l=grethemarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/feeds/88287705400287549/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6943182587803769798&amp;postID=88287705400287549' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/88287705400287549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/88287705400287549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/2010/02/no-lifer-deluxe.html' title='No-lifer deluxe'/><author><name>Grethe Marita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13549293521539080123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S3G5mfW33gI/AAAAAAAAAbs/4myGfAhTNAE/S220/OgAAAFoNmXq-Tw9ES-vVYvQZLvY2eiTs3P9cDT9P3cfj20-aSI1c7E1T9Wte0WQBbhcof2oLjwyAAlo0r68QhtS_wxUAm1T1UDN1ATMQTQRxh5-fHXzdLkbODHN2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943182587803769798.post-4165588594512334099</id><published>2010-02-22T14:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T14:26:35.705-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An other perfect day</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I'll call it our second date. He gave me the most beautifull Rose. I'm so endlessly happy right now!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S4MENHa8pXI/AAAAAAAAAdE/TvVIPzKndZw/s1600-h/_DSC0063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S4MENHa8pXI/AAAAAAAAAdE/TvVIPzKndZw/s320/_DSC0063.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441197398170576242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6943182587803769798-4165588594512334099?l=grethemarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/feeds/4165588594512334099/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6943182587803769798&amp;postID=4165588594512334099' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/4165588594512334099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/4165588594512334099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/2010/02/other-perfect-day.html' title='An other perfect day'/><author><name>Grethe Marita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13549293521539080123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S3G5mfW33gI/AAAAAAAAAbs/4myGfAhTNAE/S220/OgAAAFoNmXq-Tw9ES-vVYvQZLvY2eiTs3P9cDT9P3cfj20-aSI1c7E1T9Wte0WQBbhcof2oLjwyAAlo0r68QhtS_wxUAm1T1UDN1ATMQTQRxh5-fHXzdLkbODHN2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S4MENHa8pXI/AAAAAAAAAdE/TvVIPzKndZw/s72-c/_DSC0063.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943182587803769798.post-732871862074873937</id><published>2010-02-22T05:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T05:41:18.154-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conquering my nothing</title><content type='html'>It's funny how life can change in such a short time. I wouldn't say that life has changed that much, but the days feel shorter, but also longer. The days are brighter, and easier. All the "problems" I used to think of isn't gone, I just don't use so much energi thinking of them. I feel relieved, and free. Like heavy burden's taken of my shoulders. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a girl, walking by the ocean, wondering when the waves will take me, wondering where I left my head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The days are easier, lighter, brighter. The noices and voices are gone. The therapy I find in art is not usefull anymore. I now rest my thoughts in words. &lt;br /&gt;Well, The days are easier. And why is that? I think it will be easier to carry everything with someone. I hope I found him. I'm so happy. I'm now headding to the mall, I wonder what he is thinking. Hm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I was in a family birthday. Michelle's 18th birthday. We wached Disney classics and played with lego. Funny way to celabrate a 18th birthday. Anyways, I had a great time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought this dark time would be worse than last year. I thought I would be lost, but I've been strong, though I lost a thon of people I love. They moved away, lost the contact and just never stays. I feel high, I know it's because I'm happy right now, right here. But I still miss some of my friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Grethe Marita&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6943182587803769798-732871862074873937?l=grethemarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/feeds/732871862074873937/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6943182587803769798&amp;postID=732871862074873937' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/732871862074873937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/732871862074873937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/2010/02/conquering-my-nothing.html' title='Conquering my nothing'/><author><name>Grethe Marita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13549293521539080123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S3G5mfW33gI/AAAAAAAAAbs/4myGfAhTNAE/S220/OgAAAFoNmXq-Tw9ES-vVYvQZLvY2eiTs3P9cDT9P3cfj20-aSI1c7E1T9Wte0WQBbhcof2oLjwyAAlo0r68QhtS_wxUAm1T1UDN1ATMQTQRxh5-fHXzdLkbODHN2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943182587803769798.post-7670205226852087744</id><published>2010-02-20T04:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T04:38:43.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just beat it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yesterday I was at the music classes Michael Jackson show. &lt;br /&gt;The show was absolutly incredible! &lt;br /&gt;They had all the dances from the music videos,  different people sang. And personally I think they could have choosen other person on the different songs. F. example dirty dianna.&lt;br /&gt;But the entire show was so undescrivable!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S3_VE-VNweI/AAAAAAAAAc0/MeY7BLNAN0U/s1600-h/beat-it_cropped.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 143px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S3_VE-VNweI/AAAAAAAAAc0/MeY7BLNAN0U/s200/beat-it_cropped.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440301156315021794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As I said the other day, I was on a date on Thursday. I think it went out absolutly perfect!&lt;br /&gt;We were on Milano and ate, and talked for a long time. The time flew so we lost the buss to the cinema. So that ment we had to just sit there, but I liked it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When the place had to close we had to go. I won't go into so many details, but it was like a movie! I'm sooo happy at the moment! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S3_VEhYEYUI/AAAAAAAAAcs/WQGhsgK2WXo/s1600-h/l_first-date.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S3_VEhYEYUI/AAAAAAAAAcs/WQGhsgK2WXo/s200/l_first-date.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440301148542361922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;’First Date’ by Doug Hyde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6943182587803769798-7670205226852087744?l=grethemarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/feeds/7670205226852087744/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6943182587803769798&amp;postID=7670205226852087744' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/7670205226852087744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/7670205226852087744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/2010/02/just-beat-it.html' title='Just beat it!'/><author><name>Grethe Marita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13549293521539080123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S3G5mfW33gI/AAAAAAAAAbs/4myGfAhTNAE/S220/OgAAAFoNmXq-Tw9ES-vVYvQZLvY2eiTs3P9cDT9P3cfj20-aSI1c7E1T9Wte0WQBbhcof2oLjwyAAlo0r68QhtS_wxUAm1T1UDN1ATMQTQRxh5-fHXzdLkbODHN2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S3_VE-VNweI/AAAAAAAAAc0/MeY7BLNAN0U/s72-c/beat-it_cropped.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943182587803769798.post-7566796283568711285</id><published>2010-02-17T08:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T08:30:58.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One day we'll die, but not the rest of the days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The last days, since saturnday I've been feeling kind of sick, but in a good way. I have these butterflies in my tummy, constantly! I have been ignoring them, but it won't work! &lt;br /&gt;They are ther, still!!! Omg! &lt;br /&gt;And what else? The one that keep making me feel sick, and stop eating, and so happy. And the worst is, I feel permanently high! Like I've been smokin some shit! Hah, but wtf?&lt;br /&gt;I know, and hopefully you know what I'm talking about. It's not real butterflies. I mean, it's still winter, and snow and cold and all that shit, but still. I just can't get any negativity out of it! I think I might falling over, falling in love... It's a big thing for me to say, but I think it's true. &lt;br /&gt;I knew I liked this guy all along, but I was ignoring the feelings because we were such good friends, and I thought he never look at someone like me. Not because yeah, but because I thought I weren't his type of girl, and that he was more the type that liked to party and hook up with girls. Understand what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;Well...on saturnday he kissed me!! &lt;br /&gt;And I also heard from his bf, that is my childhood friend, that he liked me. And that made me even more nervouse, and also made me like gelly. Omg!!&lt;br /&gt;I know I act like I'm fourteen now, but the whole thing mekes me act like one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sorry, haha... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here comes the big news. He asked me out. That means, tomorrow I'm going on a date! &lt;br /&gt;Wish me good luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day we'll die, but not the rest of the fays. And tomorrow, is one of these rest's, hopefully!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6943182587803769798-7566796283568711285?l=grethemarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/feeds/7566796283568711285/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6943182587803769798&amp;postID=7566796283568711285' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/7566796283568711285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/7566796283568711285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/2010/02/one-day-well-die-but-not-rest-of-days.html' title='One day we&apos;ll die, but not the rest of the days'/><author><name>Grethe Marita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13549293521539080123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S3G5mfW33gI/AAAAAAAAAbs/4myGfAhTNAE/S220/OgAAAFoNmXq-Tw9ES-vVYvQZLvY2eiTs3P9cDT9P3cfj20-aSI1c7E1T9Wte0WQBbhcof2oLjwyAAlo0r68QhtS_wxUAm1T1UDN1ATMQTQRxh5-fHXzdLkbODHN2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943182587803769798.post-4468120811746353030</id><published>2010-02-14T07:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T07:55:59.402-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy mother's day mum!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just want to tell mum that I miss her, and can't wait for her to come back!!! It's only a week left now! So mum, happy mother's day. This is your day, do whatever you want to!!&lt;br /&gt;Love you so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mum and me &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S3gbblSbHgI/AAAAAAAAAck/1SL3_HzQbOQ/s1600-h/17332_1270758376808_1465327751_729494_884109_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S3gbblSbHgI/AAAAAAAAAck/1SL3_HzQbOQ/s200/17332_1270758376808_1465327751_729494_884109_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438126710729678338" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And now the negative things! I so absoluttly don't like valentine's. It's  a day sellers use to sell more crap to people, stupid people? I mean, we don't need a day once in a year to be romantic to someone you love. Why can't we show some more love ya' all??? It's just an american tradition that the rest of the world adopted to sell more, as I said.&lt;br /&gt;Well, enough now. I can at least say that  my valentine's day/mother's day started just perfect! &lt;br /&gt;I was drunk!!&lt;br /&gt;So, I had a great time hanging out with some friends, and laughing a lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's an old picture , two years old I think. But care (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S3gbbGY0GiI/AAAAAAAAAcc/tYeLWu04btg/s1600-h/i285190605_82669_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S3gbbGY0GiI/AAAAAAAAAcc/tYeLWu04btg/s200/i285190605_82669_4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438126702434982434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6943182587803769798-4468120811746353030?l=grethemarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/feeds/4468120811746353030/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6943182587803769798&amp;postID=4468120811746353030' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/4468120811746353030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/4468120811746353030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-mothers-day-mum.html' title='Happy mother&apos;s day mum!!'/><author><name>Grethe Marita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13549293521539080123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S3G5mfW33gI/AAAAAAAAAbs/4myGfAhTNAE/S220/OgAAAFoNmXq-Tw9ES-vVYvQZLvY2eiTs3P9cDT9P3cfj20-aSI1c7E1T9Wte0WQBbhcof2oLjwyAAlo0r68QhtS_wxUAm1T1UDN1ATMQTQRxh5-fHXzdLkbODHN2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S3gbblSbHgI/AAAAAAAAAck/1SL3_HzQbOQ/s72-c/17332_1270758376808_1465327751_729494_884109_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943182587803769798.post-1706833895734385665</id><published>2010-02-11T12:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T12:21:39.385-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wondering, and wan't to know what everyone thinks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today I spent my wholeday at work thinkin' about a friend. &lt;br /&gt;It's not a possitive think, because it made me sooo stressed. And it wasn't even thinkin' something, it was more, wondering.&lt;br /&gt;Well, today, four people, people I don't tell secrets til, and people my friends don't tell my secrets til came to me and asked me if I was in love. And some of them didn't ask, they just said "you are in love, you like him" But I don't get it. I spend as much time with him, as my other friend. We are like a three'o, the new three'o at school. And I love them both, but I have to admitt, I know I maeby one day in the future, right now or something...could fall in love with him. I mean, I've always ment he was pretty, beautyfull or handsome. Call it what you wan't, but right now, I dont't think I'm able to be in a relationship, 'cause I like to be in that little three'o, just as friends...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6943182587803769798-1706833895734385665?l=grethemarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/feeds/1706833895734385665/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6943182587803769798&amp;postID=1706833895734385665' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/1706833895734385665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/1706833895734385665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/2010/02/wondering-and-want-to-know-what.html' title='wondering, and wan&apos;t to know what everyone thinks'/><author><name>Grethe Marita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13549293521539080123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S3G5mfW33gI/AAAAAAAAAbs/4myGfAhTNAE/S220/OgAAAFoNmXq-Tw9ES-vVYvQZLvY2eiTs3P9cDT9P3cfj20-aSI1c7E1T9Wte0WQBbhcof2oLjwyAAlo0r68QhtS_wxUAm1T1UDN1ATMQTQRxh5-fHXzdLkbODHN2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943182587803769798.post-4674557084284439850</id><published>2010-02-10T08:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T08:32:00.558-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick, sick, sick</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;I made it through all last year, but the time had to come. I'm sick! How I hate to be sick. &lt;br /&gt;And I also had this crazy dream last night. Maeby I write it down later. But now I think I might go back to my cousy, warm bed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6943182587803769798-4674557084284439850?l=grethemarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/feeds/4674557084284439850/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6943182587803769798&amp;postID=4674557084284439850' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/4674557084284439850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/4674557084284439850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/2010/02/sick-sick-sick.html' title='Sick, sick, sick'/><author><name>Grethe Marita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13549293521539080123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S3G5mfW33gI/AAAAAAAAAbs/4myGfAhTNAE/S220/OgAAAFoNmXq-Tw9ES-vVYvQZLvY2eiTs3P9cDT9P3cfj20-aSI1c7E1T9Wte0WQBbhcof2oLjwyAAlo0r68QhtS_wxUAm1T1UDN1ATMQTQRxh5-fHXzdLkbODHN2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943182587803769798.post-988936045188838348</id><published>2010-02-09T07:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T11:35:55.419-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No one knows</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We get some rules to follow&lt;br /&gt;That and this&lt;br /&gt;These and those&lt;br /&gt;No one knows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get these pills to swallow&lt;br /&gt;How they stick&lt;br /&gt;In your throat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Tastes like gold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;No one knows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I realize you're mine&lt;br /&gt;Indeed a fool of mine&lt;br /&gt;And I realize you're mine&lt;br /&gt;Indeed a fool of mine&lt;br /&gt;Ahh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I journey through the desert&lt;br /&gt;Of the mind&lt;br /&gt;With no hope&lt;br /&gt;I found low&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drift along the ocean&lt;br /&gt;Dead lifeboats in the sun&lt;br /&gt;And come undone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pleasently caving in&lt;br /&gt;I come undone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I realize you're mine&lt;br /&gt;Indeed a fool of mine&lt;br /&gt;And I realize you're mine&lt;br /&gt;Indeed a fool and mine&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heaven smiles above me&lt;br /&gt;What a gift there below&lt;br /&gt;But no one knows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gift that you give to me&lt;br /&gt;No one knows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Queens of the Stone Age&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6943182587803769798-988936045188838348?l=grethemarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/feeds/988936045188838348/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6943182587803769798&amp;postID=988936045188838348' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/988936045188838348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/988936045188838348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/2010/02/no-one-knows.html' title='No one knows'/><author><name>Grethe Marita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13549293521539080123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S3G5mfW33gI/AAAAAAAAAbs/4myGfAhTNAE/S220/OgAAAFoNmXq-Tw9ES-vVYvQZLvY2eiTs3P9cDT9P3cfj20-aSI1c7E1T9Wte0WQBbhcof2oLjwyAAlo0r68QhtS_wxUAm1T1UDN1ATMQTQRxh5-fHXzdLkbODHN2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943182587803769798.post-1866250132884192342</id><published>2010-02-07T10:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T12:13:53.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One weekend, followed by a hangover!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Friday night I was out with some friends. We were at a club named moon, and it was  ladies night, so free drinks on me! I danced a lot, and had a great time! Unforgettable.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I was at Malin's, she finally got her own place now, so we can do almost what we want to. Hehe, not really, but I like to think we can.&lt;br /&gt;So, we were 6-7 persons, drinkin' and having a good time. &lt;br /&gt;Here I got some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;I like to call this first one&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; "I was gonna clean my room, but then I got high"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I love afroman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S28c_iNMrDI/AAAAAAAAAbk/TY1SHZfCQP4/s1600-h/_DSC0919.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S28c_iNMrDI/AAAAAAAAAbk/TY1SHZfCQP4/s200/_DSC0919.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435595153098976306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S28c_SzJZ7I/AAAAAAAAAbc/lPP2js-927c/s1600-h/_DSC0910.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S28c_SzJZ7I/AAAAAAAAAbc/lPP2js-927c/s200/_DSC0910.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435595148963178418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S28c_MthuGI/AAAAAAAAAbU/6B9AFStDVQg/s1600-h/_DSC0911.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S28c_MthuGI/AAAAAAAAAbU/6B9AFStDVQg/s200/_DSC0911.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435595147328993378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S28cFnA5iSI/AAAAAAAAAbM/M-ajEym1ChA/s1600-h/_DSC0909.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S28cFnA5iSI/AAAAAAAAAbM/M-ajEym1ChA/s200/_DSC0909.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435594157957155106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I woke up and the sun was shining in the window! Amazing. I haven't seen the sun like this since last year! I was so happy, so I called Ilda and desided that we should have a photoshoot. So we had. Here are some pictures.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S28cFc2oQ0I/AAAAAAAAAbE/p_HvUbV51ok/s1600-h/_DSC1054.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S28cFc2oQ0I/AAAAAAAAAbE/p_HvUbV51ok/s200/_DSC1054.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435594155229725506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S28cE4-i1cI/AAAAAAAAAa8/JVMm_dyJ5M8/s1600-h/_DSC1040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S28cE4-i1cI/AAAAAAAAAa8/JVMm_dyJ5M8/s200/_DSC1040.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435594145599247810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S28cEsuU-SI/AAAAAAAAAa0/S_MBKtt9aH4/s1600-h/_DSC0997.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S28cEsuU-SI/AAAAAAAAAa0/S_MBKtt9aH4/s200/_DSC0997.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435594142310005026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S28cEYCl5MI/AAAAAAAAAas/yv-d5UHrh5E/s1600-h/_DSC1134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S28cEYCl5MI/AAAAAAAAAas/yv-d5UHrh5E/s200/_DSC1134.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435594136757855426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6943182587803769798-1866250132884192342?l=grethemarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/feeds/1866250132884192342/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6943182587803769798&amp;postID=1866250132884192342' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/1866250132884192342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/1866250132884192342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/2010/02/one-weekend-followed-by-hangover.html' title='One weekend, followed by a hangover!'/><author><name>Grethe Marita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13549293521539080123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S3G5mfW33gI/AAAAAAAAAbs/4myGfAhTNAE/S220/OgAAAFoNmXq-Tw9ES-vVYvQZLvY2eiTs3P9cDT9P3cfj20-aSI1c7E1T9Wte0WQBbhcof2oLjwyAAlo0r68QhtS_wxUAm1T1UDN1ATMQTQRxh5-fHXzdLkbODHN2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S28c_iNMrDI/AAAAAAAAAbk/TY1SHZfCQP4/s72-c/_DSC0919.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943182587803769798.post-8226193238597870204</id><published>2010-02-04T11:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T12:07:49.239-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One second relationship</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I sat in the bus, wondering if the time would stop and crash my sick mentality.&lt;br /&gt;I like to study people, see how they move, imagine what they are thinkin' about and make up stories about theyr day, week, life...&lt;br /&gt;I sat in the seat that turns the opposite way of the direction the bus drives and could see almost every person on the bus. I started starrin' on a guy, without even notice that I was wachin' him. So I just stoped. Then I started to see all the trees on the way, the cars, the sky, everything I passed by. Then I saw her, even thou she was sitting just in front of me, I noticed her now.&lt;br /&gt;She was starrin' at me. So I started to study her hair, her eyes, her expression in her reflection.&lt;br /&gt;She had red lips and blue eyes. Or was it green?  Well, I just had to look at her. But after one or two bus stops she was gone. Gone forever, probably. &lt;br /&gt;That was my shortest relationship!&lt;br /&gt;And I can't stop thinkin' how she looked at me. I mean, she was just a ordinary girl, but I had never seen her before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I think I'll stop thinkin', and just eat my delicious pita my dad made me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6943182587803769798-8226193238597870204?l=grethemarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/feeds/8226193238597870204/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6943182587803769798&amp;postID=8226193238597870204' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/8226193238597870204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/8226193238597870204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/2010/02/one-second-relationship.html' title='One second relationship'/><author><name>Grethe Marita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13549293521539080123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S3G5mfW33gI/AAAAAAAAAbs/4myGfAhTNAE/S220/OgAAAFoNmXq-Tw9ES-vVYvQZLvY2eiTs3P9cDT9P3cfj20-aSI1c7E1T9Wte0WQBbhcof2oLjwyAAlo0r68QhtS_wxUAm1T1UDN1ATMQTQRxh5-fHXzdLkbODHN2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943182587803769798.post-4414820220168942801</id><published>2010-02-03T12:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T12:31:37.312-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Steeling music to a still crappy TV show</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok, It's like The Vampire Diaries have been steeling my entire spotify playlist to the soundtrack! :O   On the first eppisode, I don't remember if it was kids or moons, birds and monsters of MGMT that played. And today!!!   A fine frenzy, one of my ABSOLUTE favourite artist sings. I mean, the soundtrack. A fine frenzy - stood up. I love that song!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And if you wonder why I still watch this serie??  I know I said it was crappy, and I stil mean it. But it's just that it's so I don't know. I'm addicted!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that's all for today, chau!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6943182587803769798-4414820220168942801?l=grethemarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/feeds/4414820220168942801/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6943182587803769798&amp;postID=4414820220168942801' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/4414820220168942801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/4414820220168942801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/2010/02/steeling-music-to-still-crappy-tv-show.html' title='Steeling music to a still crappy TV show'/><author><name>Grethe Marita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13549293521539080123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S3G5mfW33gI/AAAAAAAAAbs/4myGfAhTNAE/S220/OgAAAFoNmXq-Tw9ES-vVYvQZLvY2eiTs3P9cDT9P3cfj20-aSI1c7E1T9Wte0WQBbhcof2oLjwyAAlo0r68QhtS_wxUAm1T1UDN1ATMQTQRxh5-fHXzdLkbODHN2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943182587803769798.post-5050805373697018508</id><published>2010-02-02T11:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T11:44:30.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On the path of freedom!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's been a while since I last time posted something. And for all of you who might take alook once in a while, don't worry, I havent' quit bloging, not jet.  I have just been really uninspired and I haven't got a lot of time lately. &lt;br /&gt;But now, I'm back on track!&lt;br /&gt;Well, the 18th January I had birthday! Finally after walking so long as an underaged girl, I finally made it! I'm 18!!!! Not I can do almost whatever I wan't to! I can drink, smoke, go out, and ehh DRIVE!!  Buuut, I don't smoke, anymore. And I do like to take a glass of wine once in a while, but yeah. But the lisence. I haven't even started jet, so I what to d, what to do?&lt;br /&gt;For my birthday I got from Ilda and Aida a piercing. Hip piercing. It wasn't as painfull as I thought it would be, but that's maby because I expected so much pain. A week later I got my paycheck! So, yes, I took an other piercing. But this time, septum! I'm sick, I know! &lt;br /&gt;And not so many of my preciouss friends at school are so happy 'bout it either. They call me ox and so much more! I don't even remember it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while since last time, I know. but after this short, but also not so short time I've bben feeling like I'm loosin my english vocabulary. I feel that there are words I don't remember how to spell. I feel stupid. So for all of you readers, there will be a lot more to read, just becauseI have to keep up my english!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have so much more to say this time, but I'll keep write even more often. So long for now, and a lot of love to everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6943182587803769798-5050805373697018508?l=grethemarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/feeds/5050805373697018508/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6943182587803769798&amp;postID=5050805373697018508' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/5050805373697018508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/5050805373697018508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/2010/02/on-path-of-freedom.html' title='On the path of freedom!!!'/><author><name>Grethe Marita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13549293521539080123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S3G5mfW33gI/AAAAAAAAAbs/4myGfAhTNAE/S220/OgAAAFoNmXq-Tw9ES-vVYvQZLvY2eiTs3P9cDT9P3cfj20-aSI1c7E1T9Wte0WQBbhcof2oLjwyAAlo0r68QhtS_wxUAm1T1UDN1ATMQTQRxh5-fHXzdLkbODHN2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943182587803769798.post-7613647291939634456</id><published>2010-01-10T13:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T13:16:32.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sucky vampires and ice-cold feets!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm actually not in a condition to write right now, but I can tell 'bout yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;I was suposed to go to Linda's b-party, but I couldn't find out where it was, and I also didn't know how to get there, or come home. So I just took the bus home again, and it was freakin' cold!  I couldn't feel my toes! So, at home I saw The lord of the ring, the third one. One og my fav films! Yay! And that was nice, because I haven't seen 'em on a long time!&lt;br /&gt;Because of the cold yesterday I woke up with a cold. Not that nice, but that didn't stop me!Anyways. I don't have a lot to write about, but I can tell about a new show on Tv-norway ( Tv- Norge) The vampire diaries! &lt;br /&gt;It SUCKS!&lt;br /&gt;it's a true copy of Twilight. And I know that the book was written before Twilight, but still.&lt;br /&gt;Clumsy girl, check. Hot vampire who likes the girl, and also thirstes for her blood, check. A bad guy, that also whant the girl, check. And the "good" vampire is also a true copy of Edward. &lt;br /&gt;SUCKS! But cougar town ruled. I loved it! So, that's all for this time.&lt;br /&gt;So peace out for now, love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6943182587803769798-7613647291939634456?l=grethemarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/feeds/7613647291939634456/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6943182587803769798&amp;postID=7613647291939634456' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/7613647291939634456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/7613647291939634456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/2010/01/sucky-vampires-and-ice-cold-feets.html' title='Sucky vampires and ice-cold feets!'/><author><name>Grethe Marita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13549293521539080123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S3G5mfW33gI/AAAAAAAAAbs/4myGfAhTNAE/S220/OgAAAFoNmXq-Tw9ES-vVYvQZLvY2eiTs3P9cDT9P3cfj20-aSI1c7E1T9Wte0WQBbhcof2oLjwyAAlo0r68QhtS_wxUAm1T1UDN1ATMQTQRxh5-fHXzdLkbODHN2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943182587803769798.post-5128577431267876460</id><published>2010-01-03T11:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T11:42:01.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Such a lozer wannabe!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't know what's happening! I reaaly don't mind what happen's now and then, but I think I might trying to do something! Ok, you might be confused because of what I'm writing.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, yesterday I was at Sarah's house. We saw Mean girls, it's been a long time since I saw it last time, so it was cool. And i over ate myself on candies...ugh! But as always. Picture speaks louder than words. So here come a lot of pictures :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yummi&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S0DybPOQZgI/AAAAAAAAAaU/gcdsAzkloBE/s1600-h/_DSC0385.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S0DybPOQZgI/AAAAAAAAAaU/gcdsAzkloBE/s200/_DSC0385.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422600501110793730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S0Dya-Tz-BI/AAAAAAAAAaM/5vDdkat-qdI/s1600-h/_DSC0358.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S0Dya-Tz-BI/AAAAAAAAAaM/5vDdkat-qdI/s200/_DSC0358.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422600496570693650" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sarah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S0DyakZVwyI/AAAAAAAAAaE/A79oQEWWF2w/s1600-h/_DSC0409.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S0DyakZVwyI/AAAAAAAAAaE/A79oQEWWF2w/s200/_DSC0409.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422600489614557986" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Resmije, Sarah and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S0DyaUp1vEI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/TZkOfMxK8Vs/s1600-h/_DSC0386.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S0DyaUp1vEI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/TZkOfMxK8Vs/s200/_DSC0386.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422600485388794946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S0DxiI6ospI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/ODLxhoWKurU/s1600-h/_DSC0368.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S0DxiI6ospI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/ODLxhoWKurU/s200/_DSC0368.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422599520165343890" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Resmije, Ilda and Sarah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S0DxhzCN-HI/AAAAAAAAAZs/e-nc6NrG0hQ/s1600-h/_DSC0357.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S0DxhzCN-HI/AAAAAAAAAZs/e-nc6NrG0hQ/s200/_DSC0357.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422599514291566706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S0DxhrnBZ4I/AAAAAAAAAZk/qr_ipkYGYyg/s1600-h/_DSC0384.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S0DxhrnBZ4I/AAAAAAAAAZk/qr_ipkYGYyg/s200/_DSC0384.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422599512298448770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S0DxhMW9q1I/AAAAAAAAAZc/DaEDe6kz86Q/s1600-h/_DSC0406.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S0DxhMW9q1I/AAAAAAAAAZc/DaEDe6kz86Q/s200/_DSC0406.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422599503909595986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S0DxgpFiSMI/AAAAAAAAAZU/dP60lFEOEbo/s1600-h/_DSC0391.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S0DxgpFiSMI/AAAAAAAAAZU/dP60lFEOEbo/s200/_DSC0391.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422599494441257154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6943182587803769798-5128577431267876460?l=grethemarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/feeds/5128577431267876460/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6943182587803769798&amp;postID=5128577431267876460' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/5128577431267876460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/5128577431267876460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/2010/01/such-lozer-wannabe.html' title='Such a lozer wannabe!'/><author><name>Grethe Marita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13549293521539080123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S3G5mfW33gI/AAAAAAAAAbs/4myGfAhTNAE/S220/OgAAAFoNmXq-Tw9ES-vVYvQZLvY2eiTs3P9cDT9P3cfj20-aSI1c7E1T9Wte0WQBbhcof2oLjwyAAlo0r68QhtS_wxUAm1T1UDN1ATMQTQRxh5-fHXzdLkbODHN2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S0DybPOQZgI/AAAAAAAAAaU/gcdsAzkloBE/s72-c/_DSC0385.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943182587803769798.post-2166790778015653066</id><published>2010-01-02T07:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T08:37:19.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here comes the pictures!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;For all of you who maby read my blog, I just want to say one thing Thank you. Here are the pictures. And some of them are really blurry.&lt;br /&gt;And I want to mention one thing before finnishing this post! I have in mind to open a new blog. But a norwegian one. I haven't desided name jet, but I'll tell when it's open!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy New Year, 2010!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/Sz91CtU6CgI/AAAAAAAAAZM/IpSgvKIKZNM/s1600-h/_DSC0512.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/Sz91CtU6CgI/AAAAAAAAAZM/IpSgvKIKZNM/s200/_DSC0512.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422181165764839938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/Sz91Cdx6GDI/AAAAAAAAAZE/UPAzs-U0gxU/s1600-h/_DSC0508.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/Sz91Cdx6GDI/AAAAAAAAAZE/UPAzs-U0gxU/s200/_DSC0508.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422181161591511090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/Sz91CGK9QGI/AAAAAAAAAY8/Zlh2TYU7_Fw/s1600-h/_DSC0510.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/Sz91CGK9QGI/AAAAAAAAAY8/Zlh2TYU7_Fw/s200/_DSC0510.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422181155254124642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/Sz9yo2cnozI/AAAAAAAAAY0/MyF5todRA5M/s1600-h/_DSC0509.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/Sz9yo2cnozI/AAAAAAAAAY0/MyF5todRA5M/s200/_DSC0509.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422178522513253170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/Sz9yokx2hgI/AAAAAAAAAYs/5gEm_2l1yGM/s1600-h/_DSC0486.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/Sz9yokx2hgI/AAAAAAAAAYs/5gEm_2l1yGM/s200/_DSC0486.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422178517770470914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/Sz9yodIrNKI/AAAAAAAAAYk/66xlLMzasy0/s1600-h/_DSC0484.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/Sz9yodIrNKI/AAAAAAAAAYk/66xlLMzasy0/s200/_DSC0484.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422178515718714530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/Sz9yoADcR1I/AAAAAAAAAYc/YM711tRF_Go/s1600-h/_DSC0474.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/Sz9yoADcR1I/AAAAAAAAAYc/YM711tRF_Go/s200/_DSC0474.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422178507912136530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/Sz9ynnoxoMI/AAAAAAAAAYU/gHrLPwxiy8Y/s1600-h/_DSC0461.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/Sz9ynnoxoMI/AAAAAAAAAYU/gHrLPwxiy8Y/s200/_DSC0461.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422178501357838530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/Sz9wuVkESoI/AAAAAAAAAYM/BERJcuKV-3U/s1600-h/_DSC0500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/Sz9wuVkESoI/AAAAAAAAAYM/BERJcuKV-3U/s200/_DSC0500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422176417742080642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/Sz9wuHN1mbI/AAAAAAAAAYE/m-N_i6Ah2W0/s1600-h/_DSC0477.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/Sz9wuHN1mbI/AAAAAAAAAYE/m-N_i6Ah2W0/s200/_DSC0477.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422176413890746802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/Sz9wty5SGBI/AAAAAAAAAX8/oXJJEabSLIA/s1600-h/_DSC0467.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/Sz9wty5SGBI/AAAAAAAAAX8/oXJJEabSLIA/s200/_DSC0467.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422176408435824658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/Sz9wtqnp9HI/AAAAAAAAAX0/cFCu_2zPOk4/s1600-h/_DSC0472.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/Sz9wtqnp9HI/AAAAAAAAAX0/cFCu_2zPOk4/s200/_DSC0472.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422176406214407282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/Sz9wtZpaTxI/AAAAAAAAAXs/6okQn1rJILQ/s1600-h/_DSC0460.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/Sz9wtZpaTxI/AAAAAAAAAXs/6okQn1rJILQ/s200/_DSC0460.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422176401658367762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6943182587803769798-2166790778015653066?l=grethemarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/feeds/2166790778015653066/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6943182587803769798&amp;postID=2166790778015653066' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/2166790778015653066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/2166790778015653066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/2010/01/here-comes-pictures.html' title='Here comes the pictures!'/><author><name>Grethe Marita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13549293521539080123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S3G5mfW33gI/AAAAAAAAAbs/4myGfAhTNAE/S220/OgAAAFoNmXq-Tw9ES-vVYvQZLvY2eiTs3P9cDT9P3cfj20-aSI1c7E1T9Wte0WQBbhcof2oLjwyAAlo0r68QhtS_wxUAm1T1UDN1ATMQTQRxh5-fHXzdLkbODHN2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/Sz91CtU6CgI/AAAAAAAAAZM/IpSgvKIKZNM/s72-c/_DSC0512.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943182587803769798.post-6514896440915818110</id><published>2010-01-02T06:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T07:23:18.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Black lines, and plenty of memories!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;2009 is over, and 2010 is just about to start! &lt;br /&gt;I have endless of memories, good ones and bad ones, but I will keep the good ones in my heart!&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot of pictures from new year eve, but I haven't uploaded them jet. But they'll come! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't know the exact word on it, but it's nyttårsforsett on norwegian, and I'll just call new year promise to myself. Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;Last year I didn't have any, bu two years ago I had two! &lt;br /&gt;1. Be a vegetarian for one year. I have been for two years.&lt;br /&gt;2. Wear a bikini in the summer, and I did! It was unconfortable, but I made it!&lt;br /&gt;This year I have 3-4&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm not wearing any makeup exept for special parties and so on...&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm not spending any money on clothes or food that I don't need.&lt;br /&gt;3. Travel to at least three places in europe, except Sweeden, Denmark and Spain.&lt;br /&gt;4. Be on at least 1 festival this summer.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, it was four. I hope I can keep them and I hope this year will be the awsomest of all years. In 16 days I turn 18, and I know I'm going to have the best selebraiton EVER!! Can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More pictures from the new year eve will come :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6943182587803769798-6514896440915818110?l=grethemarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/feeds/6514896440915818110/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6943182587803769798&amp;postID=6514896440915818110' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/6514896440915818110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/6514896440915818110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/2010/01/black-lines-and-plenty-of-memories.html' title='Black lines, and plenty of memories!'/><author><name>Grethe Marita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13549293521539080123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S3G5mfW33gI/AAAAAAAAAbs/4myGfAhTNAE/S220/OgAAAFoNmXq-Tw9ES-vVYvQZLvY2eiTs3P9cDT9P3cfj20-aSI1c7E1T9Wte0WQBbhcof2oLjwyAAlo0r68QhtS_wxUAm1T1UDN1ATMQTQRxh5-fHXzdLkbODHN2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943182587803769798.post-7102274329760167968</id><published>2009-12-27T14:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T13:07:27.075-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kick ass night, ended with vomit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;On the second day of christmas my momma gave to me, a big bottle of wine to go out and have fun with my girls. Well, As you can see on the pictures below I had a GREAT night! We had so much fun, taking pictures and ate candies ( I know I said I felt sick of it) anddrank cofee with baylies *love love love*&lt;br /&gt;The night was soooo much longer than it felt like, and I got to know a girl ( the one in green shirt), she was supah cool, and the rest of these cute girls are Malin and Sara. I have been a lot with these guys latly, and  I love hanging out with them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your probably asking yourself why I wrote "ended with vomit", but it's pretty obious, isn't it? And I won't say any names either. hehe...&lt;br /&gt;So,  my dad picked me up later and I have NEVER slept that good on a loooong time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/Szfh0BKxcoI/AAAAAAAAAXk/GY4p9vmclcM/s1600-h/DSC_0226.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/Szfh0BKxcoI/AAAAAAAAAXk/GY4p9vmclcM/s320/DSC_0226.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420048960346747522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/Szfhz1YXWtI/AAAAAAAAAXc/b-vPHfJZ7ls/s1600-h/DSC_0234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/Szfhz1YXWtI/AAAAAAAAAXc/b-vPHfJZ7ls/s320/DSC_0234.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420048957182532306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/Szfhzm8TfMI/AAAAAAAAAXU/MJcQR9pjnLk/s1600-h/DSC_0242.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/Szfhzm8TfMI/AAAAAAAAAXU/MJcQR9pjnLk/s320/DSC_0242.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420048953306741954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/SzfhzBNUmqI/AAAAAAAAAXM/1sbCw4h3IJc/s1600-h/DSC_0246.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/SzfhzBNUmqI/AAAAAAAAAXM/1sbCw4h3IJc/s320/DSC_0246.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420048943177570978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/Szfhy91sLCI/AAAAAAAAAXE/c6Inuo0EJto/s1600-h/DSC_0250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/Szfhy91sLCI/AAAAAAAAAXE/c6Inuo0EJto/s320/DSC_0250.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420048942273145890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/Szfg1uO0QhI/AAAAAAAAAW8/jmgyvfEKyoE/s1600-h/DSC_0253.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/Szfg1uO0QhI/AAAAAAAAAW8/jmgyvfEKyoE/s320/DSC_0253.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420047890111545874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/Szfg1Z__mUI/AAAAAAAAAW0/ydsaUQABKus/s1600-h/DSC_0256.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/Szfg1Z__mUI/AAAAAAAAAW0/ydsaUQABKus/s320/DSC_0256.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420047884680665410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/Szfg03AWwaI/AAAAAAAAAWs/xiW902pRq0I/s1600-h/DSC_0260.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/Szfg03AWwaI/AAAAAAAAAWs/xiW902pRq0I/s320/DSC_0260.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420047875286942114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sara, Malin and Johanna (Y)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/Szfg0hSyC-I/AAAAAAAAAWk/Shp7YPiEpRw/s1600-h/DSC_0261.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/Szfg0hSyC-I/AAAAAAAAAWk/Shp7YPiEpRw/s320/DSC_0261.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420047869458648034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Malin tryin' to bite her toe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/Szfg0RxNJpI/AAAAAAAAAWc/_vd3fgBBwEg/s1600-h/DSC_0225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/Szfg0RxNJpI/AAAAAAAAAWc/_vd3fgBBwEg/s320/DSC_0225.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420047865291286162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, this is it today, and my plans tomorrow is to hang out with my pressious Odin, movies and a looooot of pictures ofc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;xoxo -Grethe Marita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6943182587803769798-7102274329760167968?l=grethemarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/feeds/7102274329760167968/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6943182587803769798&amp;postID=7102274329760167968' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/7102274329760167968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/7102274329760167968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/2009/12/kick-ass-night-ended-with-vomit.html' title='Kick ass night, ended with vomit'/><author><name>Grethe Marita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13549293521539080123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S3G5mfW33gI/AAAAAAAAAbs/4myGfAhTNAE/S220/OgAAAFoNmXq-Tw9ES-vVYvQZLvY2eiTs3P9cDT9P3cfj20-aSI1c7E1T9Wte0WQBbhcof2oLjwyAAlo0r68QhtS_wxUAm1T1UDN1ATMQTQRxh5-fHXzdLkbODHN2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/Szfh0BKxcoI/AAAAAAAAAXk/GY4p9vmclcM/s72-c/DSC_0226.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943182587803769798.post-4750221507291235293</id><published>2009-12-27T14:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T14:29:06.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>X-mas and so on</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Three days since christmas. I hope all of you readers had a great christmas, and ate so much good food!&lt;br /&gt;Well, I can start with what I got!&lt;br /&gt;As you can see on the first picture, I got a lot of cool stuff. A book, dødslekene, money, hand lotion and bodylotion, a lot of clothes, rayfarers, an awsome mask from venize and OFC! A camera! Nikon D3000. I don't have a picture of it, because I used it to take these pictures. Hehe, I have to say I am very proud of it!&lt;br /&gt;The next picture is of our tree. I don't like it, it's too ehh...yeah.&lt;br /&gt;And I have been eaten sooooo much! Chocolates, nuts, candies, you name it! So I'm kind of tired of sweets now...&lt;br /&gt; And as you may know, I'm a vegetarian, so last year was my first christmas as a vegan and got soya-nuggets. I wanted to cry, haha...so I wondered what I would get this year, and I I got SALMON!!!! It was D.E. licious!!!  I ate everything! Yummi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/SzfdOBg5LjI/AAAAAAAAAWU/DNroSAqczP0/s1600-h/DSC_0180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/SzfdOBg5LjI/AAAAAAAAAWU/DNroSAqczP0/s320/DSC_0180.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420043909557988914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/SzfcwR5crxI/AAAAAAAAAWM/gkMq8l_a6q0/s1600-h/DSC_0020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/SzfcwR5crxI/AAAAAAAAAWM/gkMq8l_a6q0/s320/DSC_0020.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420043398559870738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/SzfcwJ51VKI/AAAAAAAAAWE/cYhcS-wHXzw/s1600-h/PC240101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/SzfcvU_nNKI/AAAAAAAAAV0/OpgLBcM2U18/s320/PC240108.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420043382211163298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/SzfcvAmXi_I/AAAAAAAAAVs/6teifYyEkI0/s1600-h/DSC_02022+copy2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/SzfcvAmXi_I/AAAAAAAAAVs/6teifYyEkI0/s320/DSC_02022+copy2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420043376736570354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Lot's of kisses, Grethe Marita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6943182587803769798-4750221507291235293?l=grethemarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/feeds/4750221507291235293/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6943182587803769798&amp;postID=4750221507291235293' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/4750221507291235293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/4750221507291235293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/2009/12/x-mas-and-so-on.html' title='X-mas and so on'/><author><name>Grethe Marita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13549293521539080123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S3G5mfW33gI/AAAAAAAAAbs/4myGfAhTNAE/S220/OgAAAFoNmXq-Tw9ES-vVYvQZLvY2eiTs3P9cDT9P3cfj20-aSI1c7E1T9Wte0WQBbhcof2oLjwyAAlo0r68QhtS_wxUAm1T1UDN1ATMQTQRxh5-fHXzdLkbODHN2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/SzfdOBg5LjI/AAAAAAAAAWU/DNroSAqczP0/s72-c/DSC_0180.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943182587803769798.post-8556124026131595469</id><published>2009-12-24T07:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T08:01:29.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas, and santa doesn't excist!</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry that I haven't bloged a lot lately, but whatever! I just wanted to use some minutes of my christmas evening to wish everyone a merry christmas!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And for all you who doesn't know it jet! Santa doesn't excist, anymore! Why? There aren't any nice kids anymore! But we still get presents, right? So who cares?  But that wasn't the point in this post. The point was! This is the day people, for all you who spend the day with family or people you love show them that you love them. And for you who have to be at work or are sitting alone drinkin' a fine wine. Remember, MERRY CHRISTMAS! And the world love you all for making this world such a fantastic place! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;A lot of wishes and kisses from me, Grethe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6943182587803769798-8556124026131595469?l=grethemarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/feeds/8556124026131595469/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6943182587803769798&amp;postID=8556124026131595469' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/8556124026131595469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/8556124026131595469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas-and-santa-doesnt-excist.html' title='Merry Christmas, and santa doesn&apos;t excist!'/><author><name>Grethe Marita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13549293521539080123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S3G5mfW33gI/AAAAAAAAAbs/4myGfAhTNAE/S220/OgAAAFoNmXq-Tw9ES-vVYvQZLvY2eiTs3P9cDT9P3cfj20-aSI1c7E1T9Wte0WQBbhcof2oLjwyAAlo0r68QhtS_wxUAm1T1UDN1ATMQTQRxh5-fHXzdLkbODHN2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943182587803769798.post-7996572214650817003</id><published>2009-12-10T10:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T10:48:41.884-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I know, I know!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What makes a blogger popular as a blogger, or more important, what makes a good blog? Interesting and cool. I've been on different blogs and understand now that I have to stop writing about me, unless I'm a barbie and write like ten times a day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most interesting thing to write about is everything! More spesific? I think I'll start writing only about cool things that happens, or daily news and ofc: ART! Art means mostly fashion, but you keep yourself updated, and you'll see. I will from now on start writing more about...well things people like! I can post more photo's, that means I have to bring my camera everywere I go. Even to school, haha... I will re-new my blog. From the bottom and make it brand-new. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will also make a new blog, but a norwegian one. And on blogg.no. I just have a little poblem, what should the name on the blog be? I have understood that my own name isn't very cathy, except for Alice, Ali and Marthe(They love to say my whole name, fas and like a foreign, Grethe Marita Ayala Pettersen) &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So, if someone have a great idea just tell me&lt;/span&gt;. Ok, if you don't know how to comment on the post just look for me on &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;facebook.com. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just have to say two things before ending this post. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; I was really shocked that a big music produser/ singer as Tibaland had made a song with Miley Cyrus. Don't miss-understand me, she have a lot of cool songs, but he just can't sink THAT low.&lt;br /&gt;and two, &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; I found a new singer, really cool, she have a special voice, remind me of Duffy and kind of the same style as her too. Paloma Faith. You should really hear some of her songs. Here is a few songs: Smoke &amp;amp; Mirrors, Play on and New York.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; from me,&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; Grethe Marita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6943182587803769798-7996572214650817003?l=grethemarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/feeds/7996572214650817003/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6943182587803769798&amp;postID=7996572214650817003' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/7996572214650817003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/7996572214650817003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-know-i-know.html' title='I know, I know!'/><author><name>Grethe Marita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13549293521539080123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S3G5mfW33gI/AAAAAAAAAbs/4myGfAhTNAE/S220/OgAAAFoNmXq-Tw9ES-vVYvQZLvY2eiTs3P9cDT9P3cfj20-aSI1c7E1T9Wte0WQBbhcof2oLjwyAAlo0r68QhtS_wxUAm1T1UDN1ATMQTQRxh5-fHXzdLkbODHN2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943182587803769798.post-1624192716155456376</id><published>2009-12-09T13:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T07:35:01.501-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drivin' on this road too long</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;Everything feels like stardust. I remember it when I stopped to blog. I was dizzy...I feel this way again.   It's winter time, it's cold, it's dark, sadnes rushes through everything I touch and I feel like I'm the one that causes most depression to the homes.&lt;br /&gt;But really...&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things that make me sick, I hate stayin' at home, but I also hate faking smiles at school. I hust myself so much for trying to fake a smile. &lt;br /&gt;But I must say I'm a hell of an actress. &lt;br /&gt;What does it take to, take to be quite, quite like the snow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6943182587803769798-1624192716155456376?l=grethemarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/feeds/1624192716155456376/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6943182587803769798&amp;postID=1624192716155456376' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/1624192716155456376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/1624192716155456376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/2009/12/drivin-on-this-road-too-long.html' title='Drivin&apos; on this road too long'/><author><name>Grethe Marita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13549293521539080123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S3G5mfW33gI/AAAAAAAAAbs/4myGfAhTNAE/S220/OgAAAFoNmXq-Tw9ES-vVYvQZLvY2eiTs3P9cDT9P3cfj20-aSI1c7E1T9Wte0WQBbhcof2oLjwyAAlo0r68QhtS_wxUAm1T1UDN1ATMQTQRxh5-fHXzdLkbODHN2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943182587803769798.post-249301726398350933</id><published>2009-12-08T10:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T10:33:57.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Better late than never</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know it's been a time sinsce our dear pop-king passed away. And it beguns to be old news, and everyone is over it, blah blah...but then again, I have to come, late, and say that I think that was one of the worlds sadest lost. I wish I had been on at least one consert and seen one of my heroes live. But now it's waaaay to late. &lt;br /&gt;And call me sick, but I've always found something atractive 'bout him. So yes, I actually don't think he was uuugly as some ment. He had his beauty, even if all the fakenes led to his death. &lt;br /&gt;Poor Peter Pan!&lt;br /&gt;But as my friend, Anders said, now he found his neverland. And may he rest in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/Sx6btwvInFI/AAAAAAAAAT0/8KdmYpoGgJ0/s1600-h/Michael-Jackson-bad-tour.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/Sx6btwvInFI/AAAAAAAAAT0/8KdmYpoGgJ0/s320/Michael-Jackson-bad-tour.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412935012624931922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here: When I think he was on his best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sexy thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Countdown!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1 2 3 4 5 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 7 8.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;b&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;r &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day: Beat it - Michael Jackson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6943182587803769798-249301726398350933?l=grethemarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/feeds/249301726398350933/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6943182587803769798&amp;postID=249301726398350933' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/249301726398350933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/249301726398350933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/2009/12/better-late-than-never.html' title='Better late than never'/><author><name>Grethe Marita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13549293521539080123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S3G5mfW33gI/AAAAAAAAAbs/4myGfAhTNAE/S220/OgAAAFoNmXq-Tw9ES-vVYvQZLvY2eiTs3P9cDT9P3cfj20-aSI1c7E1T9Wte0WQBbhcof2oLjwyAAlo0r68QhtS_wxUAm1T1UDN1ATMQTQRxh5-fHXzdLkbODHN2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/Sx6btwvInFI/AAAAAAAAAT0/8KdmYpoGgJ0/s72-c/Michael-Jackson-bad-tour.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943182587803769798.post-3340943658974691505</id><published>2009-12-06T10:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T11:23:19.769-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some things never change</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The world didn't need to work like it do.&lt;br /&gt;Everything we do makes us  functional. And everything we want makes us  infallible.&lt;br /&gt;We live in a ucertanity where everyone wished they were angels.&lt;br /&gt;And we wished to fade away from life in greatness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We all believe that no greater power understands us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That we  are only dust in the worlds problem, but the world is really the dust's failure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And all the things that points out our&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;joy are not longer sorrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Everything we want are not longer searched by our enemies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things never change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;copyright by: Grethe Marita Ayala Pettersen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; Verden trengte ikke fungere  slik den gjør. Alt vi er gjør oss funksjonelle. Og alt vi ønsker gjør oss ufeilbarlige. Vi lever i en uvisshet der alle ønsket de var engler. Også ønsket vi å visne bort fra livet  med storhet. Vi tror ingen større makt skjønner oss. At vi kun er støv i verdens problem. Men det er verden som er støvets misgjerning. Og de tingene som påpeker våre gleder er ikke lenger sorg. Alt vi ønsket er ikke lenger søkt blandt våre fiender.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Countdown!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1  2  3 4 5 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;6. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day: Matt Nathan - I  saw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6943182587803769798-3340943658974691505?l=grethemarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/feeds/3340943658974691505/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6943182587803769798&amp;postID=3340943658974691505' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/3340943658974691505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/3340943658974691505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/2009/12/world-didnt-need-to-work-like-it-do.html' title='Some things never change'/><author><name>Grethe Marita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13549293521539080123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S3G5mfW33gI/AAAAAAAAAbs/4myGfAhTNAE/S220/OgAAAFoNmXq-Tw9ES-vVYvQZLvY2eiTs3P9cDT9P3cfj20-aSI1c7E1T9Wte0WQBbhcof2oLjwyAAlo0r68QhtS_wxUAm1T1UDN1ATMQTQRxh5-fHXzdLkbODHN2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943182587803769798.post-4971248924862489834</id><published>2009-12-02T11:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T11:48:06.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dead meat!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I didn't feel for making a video today, so I just start writing. I'm really tired, and don't know what to write. I have spend all my day to get readdy for a geography pressentation, and I hope it turns right. And tomorrow, I'm using my day to study for an other test, so that means I'll have to wooork again. But at least I'm spending the day with Alice, y dear &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Countdown!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; 2. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;e&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;e&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;b&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;r&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Song of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;the day: Il Divo - La promesa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(sinsce I don't know so many christmas carols, I mix 'em)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6943182587803769798-4971248924862489834?l=grethemarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/feeds/4971248924862489834/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6943182587803769798&amp;postID=4971248924862489834' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/4971248924862489834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/4971248924862489834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/2009/12/dead-meat.html' title='dead meat!'/><author><name>Grethe Marita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13549293521539080123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S3G5mfW33gI/AAAAAAAAAbs/4myGfAhTNAE/S220/OgAAAFoNmXq-Tw9ES-vVYvQZLvY2eiTs3P9cDT9P3cfj20-aSI1c7E1T9Wte0WQBbhcof2oLjwyAAlo0r68QhtS_wxUAm1T1UDN1ATMQTQRxh5-fHXzdLkbODHN2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943182587803769798.post-8177732506814858455</id><published>2009-12-01T14:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T14:37:24.118-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First video, 1th desember!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344" align="center"&gt;                             &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1P5FFfILuAI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my very first video, and I made it a music video, haha... I really rock! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I have to begin my countdown till Christmas! I think this one will extraordinary from the other ones! Maby, I don't know, even better than the other ones. But I don't like pressents, and I am work-less so I don't know how to get the money to buy pressents either... Yaiks!I can maaake many presents, people always value that! Yep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Countdown!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1.D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day: Yanni - A love for life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(sinsce I don't know so many christmas carols, I mix 'em)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6943182587803769798-8177732506814858455?l=grethemarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/feeds/8177732506814858455/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6943182587803769798&amp;postID=8177732506814858455' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/8177732506814858455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/8177732506814858455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/2009/12/first-video-crappy-video.html' title='First video, 1th desember!'/><author><name>Grethe Marita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13549293521539080123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S3G5mfW33gI/AAAAAAAAAbs/4myGfAhTNAE/S220/OgAAAFoNmXq-Tw9ES-vVYvQZLvY2eiTs3P9cDT9P3cfj20-aSI1c7E1T9Wte0WQBbhcof2oLjwyAAlo0r68QhtS_wxUAm1T1UDN1ATMQTQRxh5-fHXzdLkbODHN2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943182587803769798.post-5414307952168584154</id><published>2009-11-22T06:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T07:00:38.031-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A family of dreams fallin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you come to that point where such things as family are no longer an important thing in your head, you should do something abaout it! Sometimes it might be to late.&lt;br /&gt;Times when you sit all by yourself, chatting on messenger or commenting something on facebook at the sime time as your listening to music that uses to make you feel something more, but don't feel anything! Those times. Those times are scary. No, they aren't that either, because you don't feel anything.  So they can impossible be scary.&lt;br /&gt;Things that made you laugh, makes you cry. Things that made you feel you had fell in love, make you feel like you hate. Things that used to make  you feel glad, makes you angry.&lt;br /&gt;It's a mad world. &lt;br /&gt;I feel like Donnie Darko (search for the film-trailer). Sick, stuck in a mad world. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/SwlQN-Wq65I/AAAAAAAAATk/ZOn713iSIDI/s1600/6a00c22529b9e1604a011016035d5a860b-500pi.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/SwlQN-Wq65I/AAAAAAAAATk/ZOn713iSIDI/s320/6a00c22529b9e1604a011016035d5a860b-500pi.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406941028641598354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sometimes I wish we could do the same operations as they do in "Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind". Just errase everything you want to. Errase people from your life in just one night! &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;(and btw, I really recomand these movies) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I don't understand myself sometimes. I really start to believe myself when I tell people (just on joke) that I don't have feelings, I do things on impulses. I do what fit's me the best. Awh, I don't know. I don't know where to burry my head down anymore! Can someone help me, please!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/SwlQNnM_jNI/AAAAAAAAATc/4YcJQGGU-6U/s1600/eternalsunshinepubv.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/SwlQNnM_jNI/AAAAAAAAATc/4YcJQGGU-6U/s320/eternalsunshinepubv.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406941022426991826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6943182587803769798-5414307952168584154?l=grethemarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/feeds/5414307952168584154/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6943182587803769798&amp;postID=5414307952168584154' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/5414307952168584154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/5414307952168584154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/2009/11/family-of-dreams-fallin.html' title='A family of dreams fallin&apos;'/><author><name>Grethe Marita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13549293521539080123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S3G5mfW33gI/AAAAAAAAAbs/4myGfAhTNAE/S220/OgAAAFoNmXq-Tw9ES-vVYvQZLvY2eiTs3P9cDT9P3cfj20-aSI1c7E1T9Wte0WQBbhcof2oLjwyAAlo0r68QhtS_wxUAm1T1UDN1ATMQTQRxh5-fHXzdLkbODHN2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/SwlQN-Wq65I/AAAAAAAAATk/ZOn713iSIDI/s72-c/6a00c22529b9e1604a011016035d5a860b-500pi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943182587803769798.post-1739069955976081240</id><published>2009-11-17T10:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T07:33:02.112-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We are no longer in disguise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We should turn our faces to the world and show ourselves! &lt;br /&gt;We shouldn't be afraid to tell the truth.&lt;br /&gt;We shoulb yell and scream untill people hear why wer'e screaming.&lt;br /&gt;We shouldn't be afraid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I feel so unlucky! &lt;br /&gt;Like everything bad always have to happen' round me!&lt;br /&gt;It's like someone telling me that I never can win this!&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling you I'm going to take this.&lt;br /&gt;I am always fighting.&lt;br /&gt;Now watch you burn.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it feels like hell! Screaming and yelling, but I will show that I'm not always hiding.&lt;br /&gt;Someday I'll set you on fire, to finally watch you burn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/SwQTMz0OGjI/AAAAAAAAAS0/3MHA9IWBSF0/s1600/GetAttachment222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 208px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/SwQTMz0OGjI/AAAAAAAAAS0/3MHA9IWBSF0/s320/GetAttachment222.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405466563540032050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, to put all this text in a way people might understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm like people most. Wan't things I can't get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then. I'm holding a baloon. Filled with air. The baloon it's made og glass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hold it safe, but still not so safe in my hands. Clumsy hands.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then, I catch my dream that floats safe in the air.&lt;br /&gt;The baloon that used to be my dream (the air) fills up with water ( reallity)&lt;br /&gt;I still have the baloon in my hands, but this time it doesn't floats in the air. It's too heavy.&lt;br /&gt;So what happens next?&lt;br /&gt;The baloon slips from my hands. Falls to ground.&lt;br /&gt;Smash, and the reallity it's gone. &lt;br /&gt;My next obtion! The dream, that is in my mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Why do I have to be so clumsy!!??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I feel nothing at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I'm the opposite of king Midas, everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;touch, turns to shit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6943182587803769798-1739069955976081240?l=grethemarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/feeds/1739069955976081240/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6943182587803769798&amp;postID=1739069955976081240' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/1739069955976081240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/1739069955976081240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/2009/11/we-are-no-longer-in-disguise.html' title='We are no longer in disguise'/><author><name>Grethe Marita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13549293521539080123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S3G5mfW33gI/AAAAAAAAAbs/4myGfAhTNAE/S220/OgAAAFoNmXq-Tw9ES-vVYvQZLvY2eiTs3P9cDT9P3cfj20-aSI1c7E1T9Wte0WQBbhcof2oLjwyAAlo0r68QhtS_wxUAm1T1UDN1ATMQTQRxh5-fHXzdLkbODHN2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/SwQTMz0OGjI/AAAAAAAAAS0/3MHA9IWBSF0/s72-c/GetAttachment222.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943182587803769798.post-8478224813227652413</id><published>2009-11-15T08:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T09:36:15.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Living by seconds</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aight, now (finally) I'll write everything with the details I remember.&lt;br /&gt;I can start with Halloween, it was awsome!! I was a dead-cyber-nurse (as I wrote) with white contacts and a lot of blooooood!!!  Ok, the hours passed and I got to know a lot of new people. So, when it was nearly two am I was exausted. I'm NOT a night-person. So I just wanted to fall into dream-world. I started to look for bed, or a place to sleep. I didn't find anything, so I fell asleep on the warm bathroom-floor. Two hours later I woke up and found one biiig bed. And the best thiiing was, NO ONE was sleeping in it! Amazing. Ok, here comes the freaki or fun part. Depends how you look at it. I woke up feeling that someone was huging me. I opened my eyes, and there a guy dressed like a norwegian oger (troll) was over me and sudently kissed me on my cheek. I jumped out of the bed and ran downstairs. Haha, later I understood that he was just confused and still drunk. AND he apologized to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;GET FOCUSED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Get focused was the IT of this fall! I had so much fun. I was working with the group named "Get lættis" something as lol. Ok, we were suposed to be stand up somedians and make a show with some games. It was so fun. I almost couldn't talk bcause I laughed so much.&lt;br /&gt;At the festival therer was a wolleyyball compatition, conserts, preeches and much more. Ellen Miles sang. She is pretty amazing. (chech out Ellen Miles on Facebook) I also met an old friend, who looked pretty hot now. Haha. (hope he doesn't see this) And it was cool, I prayed and got a new start. And I think I ate like 3 times for the whole weekend. I gave everything I had  to Get Involved. &lt;strong&gt;(www.getfocused.com).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here you can Simen with the mic and me behind him with some other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/SwA42En9aMI/AAAAAAAAASs/SY20bkrypCU/s1600-h/12945_198016456420_654146420_4436272_3818703_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/SwA42En9aMI/AAAAAAAAASs/SY20bkrypCU/s320/12945_198016456420_654146420_4436272_3818703_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404382054450030786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/SwA42J5dtKI/AAAAAAAAASk/CjLR4VExlqI/s1600-h/bilde.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/SwA42J5dtKI/AAAAAAAAASk/CjLR4VExlqI/s320/bilde.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404382055865627810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;UNITE LARVIK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Unite was yesterday. I woke up and around 1 o'clock I went down to the church to start fixin' the scene. Make some banders and fix the tables in the café. A man from Ungfila, Oslo preeched. It was amazing. He filled my head with so much energi and thoughts Ii never thought abaout before. We sang a lot, many songs from Jesus Culture and Hillsong. And the entertament was Alex and Tom. The had a chilli eating compatition live, and it was awsome. Tom started crying, haha. I had a great time with friends, and also got to know other people better. The whole thing ended arround 12. It was great. And next year it will be a thousand times better!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;-xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6943182587803769798-8478224813227652413?l=grethemarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/feeds/8478224813227652413/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6943182587803769798&amp;postID=8478224813227652413' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/8478224813227652413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/8478224813227652413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/2009/11/aight-now-finally-ill-write-everything.html' title='Living by seconds'/><author><name>Grethe Marita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13549293521539080123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S3G5mfW33gI/AAAAAAAAAbs/4myGfAhTNAE/S220/OgAAAFoNmXq-Tw9ES-vVYvQZLvY2eiTs3P9cDT9P3cfj20-aSI1c7E1T9Wte0WQBbhcof2oLjwyAAlo0r68QhtS_wxUAm1T1UDN1ATMQTQRxh5-fHXzdLkbODHN2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/SwA42En9aMI/AAAAAAAAASs/SY20bkrypCU/s72-c/12945_198016456420_654146420_4436272_3818703_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943182587803769798.post-3730564464936289537</id><published>2009-11-09T14:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T14:21:12.932-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update with regrets</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Update with regrets? Ok, I can just update fast, because I don't got a lot of time right now. Latly I've been on a halloween party, it was cool, I was dressed as a dead-cyber-nurse (don't ask) a lot of blood and white contacts and stuff... I woke up with an "oger" beside me, (nothing happened) but I was so confused and jumped out  of the bed, because I went to an EMPTY bed and fell asleep. Ok, up next was GET FOCUSED!!!! I swear! It was AWSOME!!!  I 've never felt that way. So happy, almost like I've fallen in love. I'll tell you more about it later. This happened this weekend. And hm...nothing more special actually. I got a borring life. But next weekend it's Unite Larvik. I can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/SviVQPV6ETI/AAAAAAAAASc/g6sF16Um4aM/s1600-h/14443_1234714595736_1465327751_638804_2802761_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/SviVQPV6ETI/AAAAAAAAASc/g6sF16Um4aM/s320/14443_1234714595736_1465327751_638804_2802761_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402231859259773234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss STINE! miss you, miss you soooo much!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6943182587803769798-3730564464936289537?l=grethemarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/feeds/3730564464936289537/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6943182587803769798&amp;postID=3730564464936289537' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/3730564464936289537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/3730564464936289537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/2009/11/update-with-regrets.html' title='Update with regrets'/><author><name>Grethe Marita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13549293521539080123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S3G5mfW33gI/AAAAAAAAAbs/4myGfAhTNAE/S220/OgAAAFoNmXq-Tw9ES-vVYvQZLvY2eiTs3P9cDT9P3cfj20-aSI1c7E1T9Wte0WQBbhcof2oLjwyAAlo0r68QhtS_wxUAm1T1UDN1ATMQTQRxh5-fHXzdLkbODHN2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/SviVQPV6ETI/AAAAAAAAASc/g6sF16Um4aM/s72-c/14443_1234714595736_1465327751_638804_2802761_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943182587803769798.post-6819222868272347771</id><published>2009-10-18T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T14:09:35.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies and cute guys</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's been a time since the last time, but you'll survive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I don't remember aaaall the days, but i can tell some of those I do remember. Tuesday it was a concert at the school "Gaia-konserten" and it was so fun. I met an old friend, that I haven't seen on a long time. So that was great. I have to admit, he was looking great, I could say hot, but that would be rude. Haha, no, I'm a liar, he was. And an amazing singer!! And the trip home was awsome... Ole drove, with Simen and Sondre in the car, I just couldn't do anything else but laugh. We had a car-game...   it goes like f.ex: would you eat my poop or drink his pee...haha. It was cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, on friday I worked, but felt sick, so I went home, but later I was with a friend, Christer. We went to a church where we were alone and sang to "Rent" playbacks. THAT was also AAAAWSOME!!! So, saturnday I worked, but later I was supposed to go to a meating but loss the buss, so I and my girlfriends went to wach the new film "Fame" So Aida, Ilda, Resmije, Anisa, Alice and me saw it together. I loved the film, I just wanted to leave out my dream, but if it only was that easy, right. Also there was so many cute guys and amazing talents in the movie. We can't forget that. hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/StuCe7IobRI/AAAAAAAAASM/xjlgJ087bZI/s1600-h/fame_poster03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/StuCe7IobRI/AAAAAAAAASM/xjlgJ087bZI/s320/fame_poster03.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394048446487883026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/StuCeSVFsvI/AAAAAAAAASE/k10-5-y5Ojs/s1600-h/32292577.jpg"&gt;Except for that I have desided to take three new piercings, or maby just two... I want hips and maby cleeve. Both places are cool, but I think that it might be too much with  cleeve. What do  you think? Any respons? But I can sure just dream about that stomach, but the piercings would be cool. The next time I got money .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/StuCeSVFsvI/AAAAAAAAASE/k10-5-y5Ojs/s1600-h/32292577.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 106px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/StuCeSVFsvI/AAAAAAAAASE/k10-5-y5Ojs/s320/32292577.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394048435534279410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6943182587803769798-6819222868272347771?l=grethemarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/feeds/6819222868272347771/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6943182587803769798&amp;postID=6819222868272347771' title='2 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/6819222868272347771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/6819222868272347771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/2009/10/movies-and-cute-guys.html' title='Movies and cute guys'/><author><name>Grethe Marita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13549293521539080123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S3G5mfW33gI/AAAAAAAAAbs/4myGfAhTNAE/S220/OgAAAFoNmXq-Tw9ES-vVYvQZLvY2eiTs3P9cDT9P3cfj20-aSI1c7E1T9Wte0WQBbhcof2oLjwyAAlo0r68QhtS_wxUAm1T1UDN1ATMQTQRxh5-fHXzdLkbODHN2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/StuCe7IobRI/AAAAAAAAASM/xjlgJ087bZI/s72-c/fame_poster03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943182587803769798.post-658843832280535851</id><published>2009-09-28T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T16:02:33.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ildas place</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jobb, jobb, jobb, jobb... mye jobbing, men null salg. DET er dritt, men det var jo litt gøy fordeom da! Svenskene er kule, og Ali vant vin, han ble så lykkelig! Hehe, og så på vei hjem fra jobb, akkurat da jeg kom til bussholdeplassen kom jeg på at mobilen min fortsatt var til lading på  jobb. Kjipt!  Etter jobb trøstet jeg meg med en is før bussen kom, satt i sola og nøyt den godt! Så var det hjem Digg! Dusje, enda diggere! Så var det til for Disney Channel, magikerne på beverly place. Etter det, Ilda kom, vi gikk en tur, siden vi ikke har noe liv, og det er sånn vi sløser bort tide, så gikk vi til Ilda og spiste.  Så kom Sara og fortyrra, men det gjør ikke noe, hun hadde masse godteri. Haha,  så det var koselig. Vi hørte på masse musikk og jeg tviler på at en eneste sang ble spilt ferdig! Men mye forskellig hvertfall. Alt fra Bethoven til The corrs... morsomt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Det hele toppet dagen med at Stine var på msn, jeg er så glad i den jenta, og jeg savner hun skikkelig!!!  Trist hun er så langt unna :(&lt;br /&gt;Også ja, jeg har fått sånn reefill på dilla av A fine frenzy, hun har jo kommet ut med ny plate og greier. (9/08/09) som heter så mye som "bomb in a birdcage" Har hørt noe, og så langt, er jeg stoooor fornøyd! Jeg har som alltid, også vært syyyykt jente-forelska i henne!! Hun er så sykt pen, og jeg skal bli henne! Jeg er vanligvis veldig mot copy.cats, men jeg skal ha min egen touch, men håret mitt vil jeg ha sånn...selv om jeg så må bleke det ned først! I'll do it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeg vil rett og slett se ut som henne, ha hennes karierre og utsende! Love love love, Jeg vet jeg er fjortiss nå, men noen ting gjør meg sånn!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/SsEndDjzeGI/AAAAAAAAAR8/-Zz9uScQZkU/s1600-h/DSC_0265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/SsEndDjzeGI/AAAAAAAAAR8/-Zz9uScQZkU/s320/DSC_0265.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386630009436993634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/SsEncvXoXqI/AAAAAAAAAR0/R_77DkIbaEc/s1600-h/bird_in_a_cage.jpg"&gt;Allison Sudol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/SsEncvXoXqI/AAAAAAAAAR0/R_77DkIbaEc/s320/bird_in_a_cage.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386630004017225378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/SsEncZb8mLI/AAAAAAAAARs/CDiwnll73yw/s1600-h/AFineFrenzy576.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/SsEncZb8mLI/AAAAAAAAARs/CDiwnll73yw/s320/AFineFrenzy576.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386629998129748146" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/6943182587803769798-658843832280535851?l=grethemarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/feeds/658843832280535851/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6943182587803769798&amp;postID=658843832280535851' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/658843832280535851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/658843832280535851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/2009/09/ildas-place.html' title='Ildas place'/><author><name>Grethe Marita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13549293521539080123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S3G5mfW33gI/AAAAAAAAAbs/4myGfAhTNAE/S220/OgAAAFoNmXq-Tw9ES-vVYvQZLvY2eiTs3P9cDT9P3cfj20-aSI1c7E1T9Wte0WQBbhcof2oLjwyAAlo0r68QhtS_wxUAm1T1UDN1ATMQTQRxh5-fHXzdLkbODHN2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/SsEndDjzeGI/AAAAAAAAAR8/-Zz9uScQZkU/s72-c/DSC_0265.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943182587803769798.post-1511989222866770829</id><published>2009-09-24T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T13:38:30.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fylkeselevråds oppstarts-seminar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Idag kom jeg "endelig" hjem fra en to dagers lang oppstarts-seminar for fylkeselevrådet. Det var noe jeg absolutt ambefaler for alle!! Hehe.. Det startet 10 på mandag på politiskolen i Stavern, startet med litt informasjon, bli kjent leker og debatter. Følte at alt ble mere serriøst, noe som gjorde det hele mye bedre å kunne føre både dialoger og diskusjoner med alle der. Skulle ønske det var litt oftere sånn i klasse debattene. Vi fikk også omvisning på Thor Heyerdal, den nye storskolen i Larvik. Det var også veldig spennede. &lt;br /&gt;Så var det lunsj, spiste laks, det var digg det. Og vi gikk rundt omkring og koste oss og en tur til nærmeste butikk å kjøpe godis.&lt;br /&gt;Etter det var det den kulturelle skolesekken som hadde ordet tilbake på politiskolen, der fikk vi ett lite innslag med Bellman (skrevet om dem før i et innlegg fra april) det var kjempe bra, helt utrolig faktisk. De er like bra live som i studio!Legger ved link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www11.nrk.no/urort/Bellman/default.aspx"&gt;http://www11.nrk.no/urort/Bellman/default.aspx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Så ble det mye snakk om hva det var osv, vi fikk da t-shirts, lypsil, penner og brosjyrer. Haha&lt;br /&gt;Og når de hadde gått var det mere bli kjent tid. Vi satt å snakket og koste oss. Kort-triks, biljard, tv osv osv... Etter hvert ble det til at alle satt å lo av x-faktor og jeg la meg ikke før 12, de fleste gjorde vell det. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idag satte jeg og Sandra ( hun jeg delte rom med) vekkeklokka på 7, men så slumra vi den helt fram til hvart på åtte. Begger stressa litt da og trodde vi kom for sent til frokosten. Men der satt bare Ulrik, helt alene. De fleste kom rett etter oss da. Så hadde vi et møte med VKT (Vestviken kollektiv transport) og fikk mye info av de når det gjaldt bussene i vestfold. Så var det tid for å velge styret i fylkeselevrådet, og jeg stilte som både infoansvarlig og styremedlem, men fikke ikke noen av plassene. Det var da Bjør-Kristian og Mirna som tok, men jeg tror begge kommer til å gjøre en veldig bra jobb. Dessuten fikk jeg plass sommedlem i den kulturelle skole-sekken, og et annet styre som egentlig ikke hadde noe spesielt navn, men jeg kaller det internasjonalt ungdomsarbeid. Det gikk ut på å sammarbeide med elever og ungdommer i hele norge og Europa. Så det første seminaret er da i Hamar, så blir det Danmark osv. Gleder meg både til å jobbe med kultur og internasjonalt sammarbeid. Det tror jeg kan bli veldig spennende og lærerikt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bilder fra Fredriksverf i Stavern, (politiskolen)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/SrvWPWhY3RI/AAAAAAAAARc/cCGiVHgZxX0/s1600-h/Fredriksvern+2+bilde+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/SrvWPWhY3RI/AAAAAAAAARc/cCGiVHgZxX0/s320/Fredriksvern+2+bilde+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385133338683563282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6943182587803769798-1511989222866770829?l=grethemarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/feeds/1511989222866770829/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6943182587803769798&amp;postID=1511989222866770829' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/1511989222866770829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/1511989222866770829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/2009/09/fylkeselevrads-oppstarts-seminar.html' title='Fylkeselevråds oppstarts-seminar'/><author><name>Grethe Marita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13549293521539080123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S3G5mfW33gI/AAAAAAAAAbs/4myGfAhTNAE/S220/OgAAAFoNmXq-Tw9ES-vVYvQZLvY2eiTs3P9cDT9P3cfj20-aSI1c7E1T9Wte0WQBbhcof2oLjwyAAlo0r68QhtS_wxUAm1T1UDN1ATMQTQRxh5-fHXzdLkbODHN2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/SrvWPWhY3RI/AAAAAAAAARc/cCGiVHgZxX0/s72-c/Fredriksvern+2+bilde+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943182587803769798.post-730701066358100474</id><published>2009-09-22T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T12:41:15.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Skribling og babling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Idag var en veldig koselig dag igrunn. Sånn helt bortsett fra at jeg ødela neglene med masse maling i kunstfagene så er alt helt greit. Hendene mine ser smålig voldtatt ut, men det er greit. Fordi jeg er ganske lykkelig!  Men jo, idag. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Sara Alnaq har bursdag!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hun er atten da, og vi var på King Palace å spiste, det var syyykt chill. Cola Zelo! &lt;br /&gt;Så tok vi masse bilder, de fleste ble nokk en del monga, men vi får se.Jeg har ellers egentlig bare slappa av, var på Nordbyen en tur med mamma, og fikk maaasse sminke, masse ting jeg egentlig ikke har bruk for, men det er gøy å ha da. Så koste meg jeg. Hm...føler at dette innlegget er veldig lite interessant i å med at de siste har vært litt stærke meninger og følelser osv... men noen ganger blir jo ting litt kjedelig. &lt;br /&gt;Har ikke så mange bilder å legge ut heller, men joda. På lørdag var jeg med Chadi, han tok ny tattovering, som btw, jeg har tegna *stolt* (reklame) Og den ble døds kul, ellers har helga vært drit kjedelig, gikk tur til Halseen og tilbake, så spiste jeg ostekake hos Ilda, det var nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Så er det vell ikke stort mere å fortelle tror jeg. Kanskje jeg har noe mere spesifikt og interessant å skrive om next time??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Her er hvertfall noen bilder fra Alice-Grethe photo shoot tidligere i høst.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/Srkn-d8RQjI/AAAAAAAAARU/LxY3GbAhu8g/s1600-h/OgAAAF7bkngq7gGa_ROgTCAsSIOeTYT__IBh15SyNl2rkMA1Q-sYWygPFVWJsTaFMi3Iw-DsJI-Adps7HAPzr5tQ4GUAm1T1UOqh87FTLDZUU6kdKWPBGoyvrQ_x.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/Srkn-d8RQjI/AAAAAAAAARU/LxY3GbAhu8g/s320/OgAAAF7bkngq7gGa_ROgTCAsSIOeTYT__IBh15SyNl2rkMA1Q-sYWygPFVWJsTaFMi3Iw-DsJI-Adps7HAPzr5tQ4GUAm1T1UOqh87FTLDZUU6kdKWPBGoyvrQ_x.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384378783640928818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/Srkn-F-Sc0I/AAAAAAAAARM/thxlJTqVblA/s1600-h/OgAAABZnO7ooa8-gLf_g7Hxic1Fq9PTZw3yB8juOptTc6xm4yfyMAjRxJe1A3-AhNsvH6tavxQt5Srj1hh7P-6b_UrIAm1T1UIw8b8qsCre6eUzGuWFwJbvbEix8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/Srkn-F-Sc0I/AAAAAAAAARM/thxlJTqVblA/s320/OgAAABZnO7ooa8-gLf_g7Hxic1Fq9PTZw3yB8juOptTc6xm4yfyMAjRxJe1A3-AhNsvH6tavxQt5Srj1hh7P-6b_UrIAm1T1UIw8b8qsCre6eUzGuWFwJbvbEix8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384378777206944578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6943182587803769798-730701066358100474?l=grethemarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/feeds/730701066358100474/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6943182587803769798&amp;postID=730701066358100474' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/730701066358100474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/730701066358100474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/2009/09/skribling-og-babling.html' title='Skribling og babling'/><author><name>Grethe Marita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13549293521539080123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S3G5mfW33gI/AAAAAAAAAbs/4myGfAhTNAE/S220/OgAAAFoNmXq-Tw9ES-vVYvQZLvY2eiTs3P9cDT9P3cfj20-aSI1c7E1T9Wte0WQBbhcof2oLjwyAAlo0r68QhtS_wxUAm1T1UDN1ATMQTQRxh5-fHXzdLkbODHN2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/Srkn-d8RQjI/AAAAAAAAARU/LxY3GbAhu8g/s72-c/OgAAAF7bkngq7gGa_ROgTCAsSIOeTYT__IBh15SyNl2rkMA1Q-sYWygPFVWJsTaFMi3Iw-DsJI-Adps7HAPzr5tQ4GUAm1T1UOqh87FTLDZUU6kdKWPBGoyvrQ_x.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943182587803769798.post-4256163621093620035</id><published>2009-09-15T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T12:11:17.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Papiravfall - matavfall - Restavfall</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nei, det handler ikke om kildesortering i den forstand. Selv om det er veldig viktig, så er ikke det jeg skal skrive om her idag da...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, idag hadde vi klasse bare til halv tolv, noe som var eeeekstreeemt digg. Etter skolen var planen å dra på 1 etage (café i Sjf) å slappe av der med Martine og Kari Malene. Men uheldigvis så hadde Martine feber, så da dro Kari malene og jeg istedet. Det var veldig koselig faktisk, etter en stund på café så surra vi rundt på Hvaltorvet på jakt etter en kjole tingest til KAri, og heldig som vi var, fant hun 2 på samme sted. Hm...Masse greier, vi surra generelt overalt og bare prata masse. Veldig kosligt. Etter en lang stund måtte jeg dra, og Kari og...så vi stakk hvert vårt. Hjemme ventet masse spanske brev på meg, jeg hadde nemlig lovt mamma å oversette fadderbarn-brevene for henne. Ja, Ilda og Aida kom innom, vi dro ut, masse greier, masse greier. Veldig koselig og alt det der...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men jeg syns det er veldig koselig at jeg har fått sjangsen til å være mer med Martine og Kari Malene. Fordi det har vært litt ensomt i klassen siden Stine (DUST) er borte. Så vi er alle blitt "restavfallet" til noens mennesker og da får vi bare holde sammen. Det er heller ikke ment som noe negativt når jeg sier restavfall...det er et veeeeldig possitivt og koselig ord. Hehe.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6943182587803769798-4256163621093620035?l=grethemarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/feeds/4256163621093620035/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6943182587803769798&amp;postID=4256163621093620035' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/4256163621093620035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/4256163621093620035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/2009/09/papiravfall-matavfall-restavfall.html' title='Papiravfall - matavfall - Restavfall'/><author><name>Grethe Marita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13549293521539080123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S3G5mfW33gI/AAAAAAAAAbs/4myGfAhTNAE/S220/OgAAAFoNmXq-Tw9ES-vVYvQZLvY2eiTs3P9cDT9P3cfj20-aSI1c7E1T9Wte0WQBbhcof2oLjwyAAlo0r68QhtS_wxUAm1T1UDN1ATMQTQRxh5-fHXzdLkbODHN2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943182587803769798.post-4953576060189705711</id><published>2009-09-14T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T14:28:17.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feminisme? Heller et mannsdominert samfunn!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok, jeg bare satt å funderte litt over dette med feminisme. Aida vekte en liten tanke i meg igår da vi var ute å hadde det litt gøy med kamera. Fordi, ok, jeg hadde ikke barbert beina, og viste det"stolt" fram da, og så sier Aida. "Oi, fett, skikkelig feminist" Og da tenkte jeg ehm...ok?&lt;br /&gt;Fordi: Feminisme er et samlebegrep for sosiale, filosofiske og politiske teorier om kvinner og kvinners rettigheter. Feminister jobber for å fremme like rettigheter og muligheter for alle, uavhengig av vedkommenes kjønn eller legning. Ordet feminisme stammer fra det latinske ordet femina, som betyr kvinne. ( fra wikipedia) Og det vil da si at feminister er litt menn... De vil ha likestilling og ha samme rettigheter som menn da. Og så kom jeg på den filmen, miss undercover, hun starter jo som en feminist, og tenker at alle jenter som ER feminine er tette. Men hør her. Er det sånn at feminister, som prøver å fremme likestilling skal være som menn, er det ikke det vi ikke vil at skal være da. Vi vil jo ha selvstendighet, noe som er blitt mye bedre av, ja, men likevel. Hvordan skal vi vise at vi er sterke selvstendige kvinner når vi igjen prøver å ligne de vi ikke vil sammenlignes med?? Jeg, personlig mener da at å la være å barbere seg på leggene, eller være ustelt og litt mere "gutt" da, er feil måte å fremme vår sak på. &lt;br /&gt;Selv foretrekker jeg søte kjoler, velstelt hår, sminke og nybarberte legger. Jeg vil heller gå fram som en sterk selvstendig kvinne på den måten. Det er mye, myyyyeee bedre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Så når vi bruker tiiiiimesvis på å diskutere kjønnsrollene i vårt samfunn, og likevel ser ut som værste mannen, hvordan skal vi klare å få fram saken da!?&lt;br /&gt;Tenk på at vi skal liksom se bra ut, og samtidig vise krefter. Du ser ikke Oprah Winfrey la alt gro, hun ser ut som en sterk kvinne, men ser likevel bra ut! Sånn vil heller jeg være. Så det var vel en liten tanke å tenke på eller? Myyye bedre spørr du meg! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6943182587803769798-4953576060189705711?l=grethemarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/feeds/4953576060189705711/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6943182587803769798&amp;postID=4953576060189705711' title='2 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/4953576060189705711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/4953576060189705711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/2009/09/feminisme-heller-et-mannsdominert.html' title='Feminisme? 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Og det er da veldig trist i og med at jeg nå ikke har en rar person vedsiden av meg i klassen :( Smiley for det!&lt;br /&gt;Og idag var jeg å fikk skolebøkene, så nå er bøkene og skapet på plass. Nå er det ordentlig skole folkens! Uff! &lt;br /&gt;Jeg føler meg kjempe umotivert, og egentlig litt alene. Men jeg overlever nok. Som sagt, skole er viktist dette året. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vi har da startet med det vi skal jobbe med i Visuelle kunstfag og Design og arkitektur. Jeg er da altså overlykkelig fordi vi ikke skal ha så mye arkitektur i år...mere design! Det er veeeldig bra. &lt;br /&gt;Ellers er det masse annet å tenke på. har hatt min første Sosiologi time, det var festlig. Vi hadde debatt alerede i første økt, og det gikk litt hardt for seg. &lt;br /&gt;Og jeg som er så lett å provosere, ble veldig truffet. Utlendings politikken osv. Det virker som om at jeg faktisk er mere politisk engasjert enn jeg trodde. Noe som er, bra?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Etter skolen idag ble jeg også nesten påkjørt.  Jeg gikk av bussen, hadde på musikken og uten å tenke meg om, helt i min egen verden bare begynte jeg å gå over veien, bak bussen. Og selvfølgelig kom det en bil i full fart da, men med min super raske refleks og reaksjonstid så klarte jeg å hoppe unna. Hehe. Jeg ble hvertfall ikke skadet. Mannen som kjørte bråstoppa og en annen dame også. Jeg unnskyldte meg veeeldig mye da, siden det var jo min feil. Men jeg har aldri hvert så stengt i min egen boble før. Det var sært. Så da var det egentlig hjem. Har slappet av. Spist is og kost meg. Mamma lagde empanadas og cosido. Vafler og gulrot-saft. Det var suuper digg. Så måltidene idag har vært best og best og best. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Frokost:&lt;/span&gt; Fruktsalat m/vaniljesaus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Lunsj:&lt;/span&gt; Druer, Pære og Youghurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Mellommåltid":&lt;/span&gt; Is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Middag:&lt;/span&gt; Pannekaker m/tomatsuppe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Dessert: &lt;/span&gt;Vaffler og eh...is, hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Kveldsat:&lt;/span&gt; Empanadas og Cosido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Har ikke så mye å klage på egentlig. Jeg har også snakket med Ilda, så hun blir modellen min til et fotoprosjekt. "blottet for følelser" Jeg velger å tolke det litt annerledes enn det er "ment". Tar ordene hver for seg, litt bokstavlig og jeg håper jeg klarer det. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fant super masse inspirasjon i bildene til Rube Akfaro(www.ruben-alfaro.com) og på www.dafoto.no. Utrolige bilder fra begge steder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruben Alfaro &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/SpQ4WBBMPmI/AAAAAAAAARE/CkTlQ7TLOOY/s1600-h/consumed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 248px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/SpQ4WBBMPmI/AAAAAAAAARE/CkTlQ7TLOOY/s320/consumed.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373982206241554018" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;dafoto.no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/SpQ4V_Q9dXI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/8Gm-LEyacWw/s1600-h/3745199991_fe9c8ae8c7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 255px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/SpQ4V_Q9dXI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/8Gm-LEyacWw/s320/3745199991_fe9c8ae8c7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373982205770823026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6943182587803769798-2303853142238168087?l=grethemarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/feeds/2303853142238168087/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6943182587803769798&amp;postID=2303853142238168087' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/2303853142238168087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/2303853142238168087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/2009/08/arts-sculptures-and-later-photograpy.html' title='Arts, sculptures and later photograpy'/><author><name>Grethe Marita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13549293521539080123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S3G5mfW33gI/AAAAAAAAAbs/4myGfAhTNAE/S220/OgAAAFoNmXq-Tw9ES-vVYvQZLvY2eiTs3P9cDT9P3cfj20-aSI1c7E1T9Wte0WQBbhcof2oLjwyAAlo0r68QhtS_wxUAm1T1UDN1ATMQTQRxh5-fHXzdLkbODHN2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/SpQ4WBBMPmI/AAAAAAAAARE/CkTlQ7TLOOY/s72-c/consumed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943182587803769798.post-6370056164716807527</id><published>2009-08-14T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T14:08:42.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Changing the weather</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok, ILDA OG AIDA ER HJEMME IGJEN!!! Jeg er så glad!! Jeg ble så lykkelig da jeg kom hjem fra nordbyen idag! Awh!!!  Lykkerus!!!  Sånn, da er den gleden ute!  Og jeg har fått utrykt meg, hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Og det innlegget egentlig skal handle om!&lt;br /&gt;Jeg har lovt både meg og eh..meg at jeg ikke, IKKE skal tilbake til de samme type depresjonene jeg har hatt tidligere! Depresjoner som i "depresjoner".&lt;br /&gt;Det er mye man ikke forstår, rett og slett fordi det ikke er meningen. Jeg vil leve bedre, bli et bedre menneske. Derrav null drikking på meg fremover. Beklager til alle dere som ikke støtter meg med det! Med det er et valg jeg har tatt, og syns er greit. Jeg er stolt av meg rett og slett!!&lt;br /&gt;Ellers så har jeg vært flink å trent nesten hver dag, jeg har blitt flinkere til å ha Gud i sentrum av livet og jeg skal fokusere på skolen fra nå av.&lt;br /&gt;Jeg føler meg liksom så tom invendig, så det jeg vil prøve på er å fylle det tomrommet med ting som faktisk gjør meg bra, ikke dritt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6943182587803769798-6370056164716807527?l=grethemarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/feeds/6370056164716807527/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6943182587803769798&amp;postID=6370056164716807527' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/6370056164716807527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/6370056164716807527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/2009/08/changing-weather.html' title='Changing the weather'/><author><name>Grethe Marita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13549293521539080123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S3G5mfW33gI/AAAAAAAAAbs/4myGfAhTNAE/S220/OgAAAFoNmXq-Tw9ES-vVYvQZLvY2eiTs3P9cDT9P3cfj20-aSI1c7E1T9Wte0WQBbhcof2oLjwyAAlo0r68QhtS_wxUAm1T1UDN1ATMQTQRxh5-fHXzdLkbODHN2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943182587803769798.post-6580951163203741667</id><published>2009-08-12T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T13:54:36.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Norway, not just a boring place</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nå har jeg vært her i Norge i snart en uke, og jeg har ikke gjort så veldig mye enda. &lt;br /&gt;Kan jo forsåvidt ta en bitte-liten oppdatering : &lt;strong&gt;Mandag&lt;/strong&gt; sov jeg lenge så var jeg på shopping med mamma på nord byen. Etterpå var jeg en tur med Glenn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tirsdag&lt;/strong&gt;: hm...jeg husker ikke riktig, men tror jeg var..jo! Jeg var i bursdags selskap til broren min, Vegar! &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Gratulerer! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Onsdag&lt;/strong&gt;: (idag) Jeg var først i bøkeskogen å jogga/gikk 10 km med Resmije. Det var kjempe koselig, selvom vannet begynte å smake varmt og plastikk og vi gikk oss vill i Bøkeskogen, så vi endte opp på Dammen og gikk videre somewere...Det var dødskoselig!&lt;br /&gt;Etter det skulle jeg egentlig med Michelle, men istedet så fikk jeg bedskjed om at vi skulle til Porsgrunn, så da gikk turen dit og jeg fikk meg en tur innom Down Town og deeeet var ikke så altfor bortkastet. Kjøpte en kjole og bolero fra Bik Bok, Sko jeg har ønsket meg kjempe lenge fra DNA og en ganske så kul bukse fra Cubus, som kun kostet meg 40 kr. Jeg elsker salg!!!&lt;br /&gt;På H&amp;amp;M fant jeg forresten den offiser jakken jeg blogget om igår. Akkurat en sånn jeg har lett etter, det kjipe var at det var bare en igjen, og det var str 36. Hvorfor kunne det ikke vært 38!!?? Men jeg reiser til en annen H&amp;amp;M så finner jeg den der! Just wait! Jeg skal ha den, og jeg har også kjøpt den fra Bik Bok, eller Lena kjøpte den for meg. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Morgendagen&lt;/strong&gt;:Planen imorgen er sykle til Stavern med Resmije halv tolv, så tar vi oss en is på Losen, og kanskje Alice kommer en tur! Det blir nok veldig koselig! &lt;br /&gt;Jeg fant ut at det å kjede seg her i Norge ikke har noe med Norge å gjøre, jeg har igrun vært ganske negativ selv, men jeg skal begynne å være mere aktiv. Gjøre flere ting på egenhånd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6943182587803769798-6580951163203741667?l=grethemarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/feeds/6580951163203741667/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6943182587803769798&amp;postID=6580951163203741667' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/6580951163203741667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/6580951163203741667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/2009/08/norway-not-just-boring-place.html' title='Norway, not just a boring place'/><author><name>Grethe Marita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13549293521539080123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S3G5mfW33gI/AAAAAAAAAbs/4myGfAhTNAE/S220/OgAAAFoNmXq-Tw9ES-vVYvQZLvY2eiTs3P9cDT9P3cfj20-aSI1c7E1T9Wte0WQBbhcof2oLjwyAAlo0r68QhtS_wxUAm1T1UDN1ATMQTQRxh5-fHXzdLkbODHN2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943182587803769798.post-6217176137149200066</id><published>2009-08-11T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T13:20:40.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Military Jacket</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wanted! So badly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er det noen som vet hvor jeg kan få skaffet meg en slik en?&lt;br /&gt;Jakken altså, jeg har lett helt siden mai!! Og jeg begynner å bli ganske desperat! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gjerne si ifra om noen vet noe!  Ikke den fra Bik bok!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/SoHSD4C19GI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/hY241syBJtc/s1600-h/Balmain+4-horz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 271px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/SoHSD4C19GI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/hY241syBJtc/s320/Balmain+4-horz.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368803194828092514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6943182587803769798-6217176137149200066?l=grethemarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/feeds/6217176137149200066/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6943182587803769798&amp;postID=6217176137149200066' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/6217176137149200066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/6217176137149200066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/2009/08/military-jacket.html' title='Military Jacket'/><author><name>Grethe Marita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13549293521539080123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S3G5mfW33gI/AAAAAAAAAbs/4myGfAhTNAE/S220/OgAAAFoNmXq-Tw9ES-vVYvQZLvY2eiTs3P9cDT9P3cfj20-aSI1c7E1T9Wte0WQBbhcof2oLjwyAAlo0r68QhtS_wxUAm1T1UDN1ATMQTQRxh5-fHXzdLkbODHN2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/SoHSD4C19GI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/hY241syBJtc/s72-c/Balmain+4-horz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943182587803769798.post-4376547278774472972</id><published>2009-08-10T02:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T02:32:53.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Norway, post five!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ja, da var det siste innlegget dedikert til mitt kjære Paraguay! &lt;br /&gt;Fly turen gikk helt greit, ikke noe stress eller noe, men det har kanskje noe med at både i Sao Paolo og i London hadde vi 5 timer på oss...  &lt;br /&gt;Ok, når man er forelsket pleier man som regel å gå rundt å tenke på den personen  konstant, så er alt det den gjør søtt og man husker absolutt alt. Sånn har jeg det, men jeg er liksom forelsket i Paraguay! Jeg husker alt, og jeg savner å være der! Jeg savner lufta, menneskene, lyden! Jeg savner absolutt alt! Jeg klarte t.o.m å glemme Freia for Paraguay, og da MÅ det være ekte kjærlighet siden det er meg og Freia det er snakk om! &lt;br /&gt;Awwh!! &lt;br /&gt;Jeg vil ikke være her, dumme, kalde ekle norge! Jeg skriver norge med liten 'n' t.o.m!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Teite teite teite kulde!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ikke det at det har vært så varmt i Py i det siste, men vinter der nede er nesten sommer her! Så jeg kan faktisk si teite kulde! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Om ca 2 uker er det skole igjen, yey! Not! &lt;br /&gt;Jeg vil tilbake til Paraguay, der hadde jeg faktisk klart, og orket skolen!&lt;br /&gt;Ja, men da så!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6943182587803769798-4376547278774472972?l=grethemarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/feeds/4376547278774472972/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6943182587803769798&amp;postID=4376547278774472972' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/4376547278774472972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/4376547278774472972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/2009/08/norway-post-five.html' title='Norway, post five!'/><author><name>Grethe Marita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13549293521539080123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S3G5mfW33gI/AAAAAAAAAbs/4myGfAhTNAE/S220/OgAAAFoNmXq-Tw9ES-vVYvQZLvY2eiTs3P9cDT9P3cfj20-aSI1c7E1T9Wte0WQBbhcof2oLjwyAAlo0r68QhtS_wxUAm1T1UDN1ATMQTQRxh5-fHXzdLkbODHN2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943182587803769798.post-3899551526220431899</id><published>2009-08-07T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T17:57:14.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paraguay,post four!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Andprobably the last one here!&lt;br /&gt;Ok, idag er det den 7 august! Jeg sitter paa en nett cafè i Campo Grande, og venter til at tiden skal fly. Men den gjor det ikke... Mierda!!&lt;br /&gt;Den siste uka her har ikke vaert saa morsom egentlig... maaasse drama, og jeg vet ikke hva jeg skal gjore. Derfor savner jeg chadi og anders, de er saa care!  Selvfolgelig savner jeg flere, og mange er vell borte naar jeg kommer hjem...&lt;br /&gt;Jeg vil dessuten egentlig ikke reise hjem. Det er trist at jeg har to liv, ett her og ett i norge, og at jeg bare faar ha det ene i maks 2mnd. Det som er ganske sykt, er at det jeg opplever her paa to mnd, opplever jeg ikke paa ett aar i Norge. &lt;br /&gt;Men jeg kommer til aa savne Paraguay. Alle menneskene, musikken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ja...Om 48 timer ca vil jeg vaere tilbake i Larvik.&lt;br /&gt;Jeg baade gleder og gruer meg! &lt;br /&gt;Jeg forteller bedre naar jeg har en bedre pc...&lt;br /&gt;Kisses&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6943182587803769798-3899551526220431899?l=grethemarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/feeds/3899551526220431899/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6943182587803769798&amp;postID=3899551526220431899' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/3899551526220431899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/3899551526220431899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/2009/08/paraguaypost-four.html' title='Paraguay,post four!'/><author><name>Grethe Marita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13549293521539080123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S3G5mfW33gI/AAAAAAAAAbs/4myGfAhTNAE/S220/OgAAAFoNmXq-Tw9ES-vVYvQZLvY2eiTs3P9cDT9P3cfj20-aSI1c7E1T9Wte0WQBbhcof2oLjwyAAlo0r68QhtS_wxUAm1T1UDN1ATMQTQRxh5-fHXzdLkbODHN2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943182587803769798.post-1509153101407176876</id><published>2009-08-02T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T09:52:03.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paraguay, post three!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aight, det er faktisk ikke saa mye aa skrive. Jeg har hatt det saa sinnsykt bra her. Og egentlig har jeg ikke saerlig lyst til aa reise hjem til kulde og skole. Mennesker her nede er dessuten saa mye mere aapne og ikke halvparten saa egoistiske som der hjemme. Pluss at andre ting har skjedd som gjor at jeg har lyst til aa bli. Men det blir fint og tror jeg. Usa er ikke helt utestengt enda, jeg faar vite det til uka ellernoe. Og om jeg ikke drar skal jeg ikke vaere saa sosial lenger. Jeg skal fokusere som **** paa skole. Og karakterene skal opp!! Egentlig vil jeg bare drite i alt, jeg gruer meg egentlig. Fordi alle de jeg pleide aa vaere med er borte naa. Noen er reist bort, en er i USA! Og noen gaar ikke paa svgs. Saa jeg blir liksom sittende alene. Men jeg overlever vell det!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ellers saa kan jeg egentlig fortelle om hvordan ting har vaert her. Det har vaert sinnsykt kaldt en uke, men naa er det bedre. Sola skinner og jeg har faatt venner som jeg ikke vil reise fra. Folk her verdsetter en liksom litt mere...Jeg er i grunn ganske heldig med valg av venner og forsaavidt! Og om jeg ikke har sagt det for, saa har jeg trent hver dag i tre uker naa.  Jeg drar til et treningsstudio hver morgen klokka 7 og resultater har faktisk begynt aa synes. Jeg har ogsaa bestemt meg for at jeg skal fortsette med aa trene naar je gkommer hjem.&lt;br /&gt;Jeg reiser jo paa torsdag fra Paraguay, og klokka 3 paa natta gaar flyet fra Campo Grande i Brasil paa fredag. Saa blir det til Brasilia, Sao Paolo, London og Oslo. Haaper egentlig det er varmt naar jeg kommer hjem. Kanskje jeg faar litt farge for skolestart.&lt;br /&gt;Ellers saa vurdere jeg STEEEERKT aa farge haaret mitt veldig rodt, eller i det minste ta permanent. Men Mamma lar meg ikke. Saa vi faar se hva det blir til. Jeg begynner aa savne Paraguay allerede. Jeg har virkelig ikke lyst til aa reise. Det er noe jeg har minst lyst til akkurat naa. Jeg skal spare og jobbe saa jeg kanskje kan komme igjen i juleferien. Og hvis ikke, kommer jeg uansett neste sommerferie. Jeg kommer til aa ende opp som vaerste bleike liket. Men de her liker jo aa kalle meg "vampyr" da. Vampyr, fordi jeg er bleik og fordi jeg har lyse oyne som i Twilight:P Siden det e rvellden filmen jeg har sett mest paa her! Meeeen, jeg orker ikke sitte aa blogge hele dagen, saa vi sees om en uke regner jeg med. Og jeg vet ikke om det blir enda ett innlegg for jeg reiser hjem... Chattas!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6943182587803769798-1509153101407176876?l=grethemarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/feeds/1509153101407176876/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6943182587803769798&amp;postID=1509153101407176876' title='1 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/1509153101407176876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/1509153101407176876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/2009/08/paraguay-post-three.html' title='Paraguay, post three!'/><author><name>Grethe Marita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13549293521539080123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S3G5mfW33gI/AAAAAAAAAbs/4myGfAhTNAE/S220/OgAAAFoNmXq-Tw9ES-vVYvQZLvY2eiTs3P9cDT9P3cfj20-aSI1c7E1T9Wte0WQBbhcof2oLjwyAAlo0r68QhtS_wxUAm1T1UDN1ATMQTQRxh5-fHXzdLkbODHN2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943182587803769798.post-5238157074931127051</id><published>2009-07-11T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T14:56:38.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paraguay, post two!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Greit. Det er en stund siden nå. Grunner: Jeg har vært i Asuncion, Fos de Yguasu og hele forrige uke var jeg syk. Bihull-betennelse og høy feber. Det har vært drit kjedelig! Men jo! Kan vell starte å fortelle litt om Fos. Vi ankom da først Asuncion. Der planen var å ta buss videre til Fos, men vi måtte vist ha en vaksine H1N1...something like that. Men den stoppa de å gi i Februar, noe som viste seg å være vanskelig for oss å finne. Dessuten hadde vi brukt masse penger på taxi for å kjøre rundt til de forskjellige sykehusene. Uansett. Det vi da gjorde var at vi tok bussen til grensa, så vi fortsatt var i Paraguay, så tok vi heller en annen buss inn til Fos. Og der kom vi med. Så var vi i Fos i tre-fire dager. Husker ikke. Men det var gøy. Kjøpte meg to parr nye sko. Og øredobber. Det var ikke så mye annet jeg fikk helt lyst på. Vi så på "The greath waterfalls of Yguasu! Det var skikkelig pent altså! Legger ut masse bilder på Facebook og. På lørdagen, siste dagen vi var der så begynte jeg å føle meg litt dårlig. Og bussturen på vei hjem var helt forferdelig! Det regnet, så jeg koste meg med å bare se ut av vinduet å se på lyn som slo ned rett bortenfor oss og frøys. Plutselig stoppet bussen så alle måtte ut fordi hele bussen ble røyklagt. Men isteden for å slippe oss ut, så måtte vi sitte inne å vente. DET var helt for j*****!!! Men vi overlevde, bussen ble fiksa, og vi kjørte videre hjem. Vi var fremme halv 6 på morgenen i Pedro Juan Caballero. Det jeg gjorde var å legge meg med en gang. Og våknet med feber. Altså starten på en dritt-uke med bihull-betennelse og feber. Men nå er det heldigvis over! Det er deilig! Bortsett fra sykdom så har det ikke skjedd så mye egentlig.&lt;br /&gt;Legger med noen bilder fra Fos :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/SlkJITNeUqI/AAAAAAAAAQk/hFFFeoTnu24/s1600-h/P7030101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357323269934305954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/SlkJITNeUqI/AAAAAAAAAQk/hFFFeoTnu24/s200/P7030101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/SlkJICEchvI/AAAAAAAAAQc/4W_UezrOJO8/s1600-h/P7030072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357323265333036786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/SlkJICEchvI/AAAAAAAAAQc/4W_UezrOJO8/s200/P7030072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/SlkJHujA1aI/AAAAAAAAAQU/HlXt6NFjGAQ/s1600-h/P7030056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357323260092536226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/SlkJHujA1aI/AAAAAAAAAQU/HlXt6NFjGAQ/s200/P7030056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/SlkJHRd_eGI/AAAAAAAAAQM/0oqzbDx3mVM/s1600-h/P7030053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357323252286847074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/SlkJHRd_eGI/AAAAAAAAAQM/0oqzbDx3mVM/s200/P7030053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/SlkJG3kdLSI/AAAAAAAAAQE/X7ybfV4HhZw/s1600-h/P7030050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357323245334637858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/SlkJG3kdLSI/AAAAAAAAAQE/X7ybfV4HhZw/s200/P7030050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/6943182587803769798-5238157074931127051?l=grethemarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/feeds/5238157074931127051/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6943182587803769798&amp;postID=5238157074931127051' title='2 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/5238157074931127051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/5238157074931127051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/2009/07/paraguay-post-two.html' title='Paraguay, post two!'/><author><name>Grethe Marita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13549293521539080123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S3G5mfW33gI/AAAAAAAAAbs/4myGfAhTNAE/S220/OgAAAFoNmXq-Tw9ES-vVYvQZLvY2eiTs3P9cDT9P3cfj20-aSI1c7E1T9Wte0WQBbhcof2oLjwyAAlo0r68QhtS_wxUAm1T1UDN1ATMQTQRxh5-fHXzdLkbODHN2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/SlkJITNeUqI/AAAAAAAAAQk/hFFFeoTnu24/s72-c/P7030101.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943182587803769798.post-1602302127445955052</id><published>2009-06-26T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T07:48:39.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paraguay</title><content type='html'>Ja, da har jeg vaert her i noen dager. Vaeret er forsaavidt som forventet, altsaa kaldt, og ellers saa er ingenting forandret. Alle er kjempe glade for aa se oss, og igaar hadde jeg min forste "fest" her. Jau jau, det var morsomt. Fikk litt vin da vet du! Skal skrive mere en annen dag, naar jeg har bedre tid, og orker mere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men en ting jeg  er litt skuffa over er folk der hjemme. Alle er saa falske osv. Og med alle mener jeg selvfolgelig ikke alle alle, men mange. Kan ikke folk bare vaere straight on aa ikke ljuge. Jeg vet at det er ikke flere enn tre-fire stykker jeg kommer til aa savne der hjemme. Det er ikke noe jeg gidder aa late som om jeg gjor. Fake folk!!! Irritation. Ok, nokk om det! Jeg vil ha varmen fra Norge!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6943182587803769798-1602302127445955052?l=grethemarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/feeds/1602302127445955052/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6943182587803769798&amp;postID=1602302127445955052' title='2 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/1602302127445955052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/1602302127445955052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/2009/06/paraguay.html' title='Paraguay'/><author><name>Grethe Marita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13549293521539080123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S3G5mfW33gI/AAAAAAAAAbs/4myGfAhTNAE/S220/OgAAAFoNmXq-Tw9ES-vVYvQZLvY2eiTs3P9cDT9P3cfj20-aSI1c7E1T9Wte0WQBbhcof2oLjwyAAlo0r68QhtS_wxUAm1T1UDN1ATMQTQRxh5-fHXzdLkbODHN2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943182587803769798.post-189360978614238487</id><published>2009-06-21T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T23:26:18.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Somewhere over the rainbow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Idag reiser jeg kl 12.&lt;br /&gt;Da er det en mulighet for at jeg ikke får sett noen hjemme før om ett år. Det får vi svar på etterhvert. &lt;br /&gt;Igår hadde jeg invitert en del til grilling på tollerodden. Møtte noen opp? Det var ikke mange. Ella, Alice og Mona. Vi tusla bort til Herregården og møtte Elwin, Michelle, Thea og Martine. Der The var den som ble med videre til meg. Elwin skulle til Varnes å spille konsert da, så det skjønner jeg. Ellers...skuff.&lt;br /&gt;Jani kunne ikke kjøre inn til byen fordi hun hadde drukket osv osv.Hjemme koste vi oss. Aida kom, derretter Stine og Ilda. Vi bestilte pizza og slappa egentlig av stort sett...det var kos. Kommer til å savne mange her altså!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men men, vi ses folkens! Skal prøve å blogge mens jeg er borte :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6943182587803769798-189360978614238487?l=grethemarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/feeds/189360978614238487/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6943182587803769798&amp;postID=189360978614238487' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/189360978614238487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/189360978614238487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/2009/06/somewhere-over-rainbow.html' title='Somewhere over the rainbow'/><author><name>Grethe Marita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13549293521539080123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S3G5mfW33gI/AAAAAAAAAbs/4myGfAhTNAE/S220/OgAAAFoNmXq-Tw9ES-vVYvQZLvY2eiTs3P9cDT9P3cfj20-aSI1c7E1T9Wte0WQBbhcof2oLjwyAAlo0r68QhtS_wxUAm1T1UDN1ATMQTQRxh5-fHXzdLkbODHN2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943182587803769798.post-1941614082433173205</id><published>2009-06-20T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T15:29:57.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When the real test is running</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Idag er det natt til søndag, altså den 20 juni. Jeg kom akkurat hjem fra Aida og Ilda's og timingen var perfekt. Jeg har pappelotter i håret, for imorgen vil jeg ha krøller. Det har akkurat sluttet å regne, og vinden er kjølig. En perfekt lørdags natt spørr du meg. Jonathan og Pappa er bare plagsomme og snakker mye. For akkurat nå, er jeg stille og konsentrert. Jeg henter en nektaring som er veldig sur merker jeg, og spiser den opp før jeg begynner å blogge. Men selvfølgelig klarer jeg å distraheres av alt mulig annet. Som lookbook, nettby og Face. &lt;br /&gt;Planene mine endres ikke. &lt;br /&gt;Jeg reiser til Paraguay på mandag. Og gårsdagen + idag har vært spesiell. &lt;br /&gt;Jeg har fått sagt hade til mange, og mange eller alle, får jeg muligens ikke sett på ett år. &lt;br /&gt;Joda, det er trist og alt det der.&lt;br /&gt;Men alle tar sorgene på forskudd. Jeg har jo ikke blitt godtatt enda, og jeg vet jo ikke helt sikkert om jeg skal dra. Men egentlig håper jeg jo på det. Jeg tenker bare på fremtiden som om jeg var i USA. Jeg vil ikke være her i Norge rett og slett. Det er så my ejeg vil slippe. Jeg vil starte på nytt ett år. Jeg vil ikk råtne alene i Sandefjord heter det kanskje. Vet ikke jeg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/Sj1iphOXzhI/AAAAAAAAAP8/SAruLqosIxk/s1600-h/surface.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 138px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/Sj1iphOXzhI/AAAAAAAAAP8/SAruLqosIxk/s200/surface.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349540397818826258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/Sj1hF05ktFI/AAAAAAAAAP0/4J2M74XlQd4/s1600-h/P2110341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/Sj1hF05ktFI/AAAAAAAAAP0/4J2M74XlQd4/s200/P2110341.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349538685113381970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uansett, så har den siste uka vært helt ok, eller konge!&lt;br /&gt;Har vært med Ilda, hadde photo shoot, og med Alice, Mona og Chadi på café. Var også på øvelsen til Polardroids, og tok vaksine osv.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/Sj1hFSFKbhI/AAAAAAAAAPs/1qEC3WnP528/s1600-h/P2110248.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/Sj1hFSFKbhI/AAAAAAAAAPs/1qEC3WnP528/s200/P2110248.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349538675766750738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/Sj1hFDbLh1I/AAAAAAAAAPk/rflkWFr8Dss/s1600-h/P2110350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/Sj1hFDbLh1I/AAAAAAAAAPk/rflkWFr8Dss/s200/P2110350.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349538671832565586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/Sj1hEzdeGTI/AAAAAAAAAPc/85-R_O7nD8g/s1600-h/jhkjhkj.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/Sj1hEzdeGTI/AAAAAAAAAPc/85-R_O7nD8g/s200/jhkjhkj.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349538667547203890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Masse greier, masse greier. Jeg har fått sagt hadet til de fleste. Jeg trenger litt pusterom, tenkte pause. Kose meg.&lt;br /&gt;Amarulla&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6943182587803769798-1941614082433173205?l=grethemarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/feeds/1941614082433173205/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6943182587803769798&amp;postID=1941614082433173205' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/1941614082433173205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/1941614082433173205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/2009/06/when-real-test-is-running.html' title='When the real test is running'/><author><name>Grethe Marita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13549293521539080123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S3G5mfW33gI/AAAAAAAAAbs/4myGfAhTNAE/S220/OgAAAFoNmXq-Tw9ES-vVYvQZLvY2eiTs3P9cDT9P3cfj20-aSI1c7E1T9Wte0WQBbhcof2oLjwyAAlo0r68QhtS_wxUAm1T1UDN1ATMQTQRxh5-fHXzdLkbODHN2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/Sj1iphOXzhI/AAAAAAAAAP8/SAruLqosIxk/s72-c/surface.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943182587803769798.post-4951266581835276976</id><published>2009-06-15T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T14:50:47.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Minnutes to  movie waching...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;For øyeblikket sitter jeg i mørks kjøkken. Eller har bevegd meg videre til stua for å se film. Vi kjøpte ny film ista, 10 000 bc. Hun ene er mekk!! Sykt pen!&lt;br /&gt;Og kan noen fortelle meg hva bc står for? Trodde det var Before Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men unsett. Den ene inviten jeg hadde til lookbook gav jeg til Thea. Hun er den eneste som har spurt, så gav den :)&lt;br /&gt;Så nå blir det gøy med flere kjente der inne.&lt;br /&gt;Jeg reiser til Paraguay snart, om en uke. Og egentlig skal jeg jo til USA. Men vet ikke om ting går opp i opp lenger. Må muligens betale hele summen på 70 000 kr på en gang, og det har vi ikke råd til. Så må se ann.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ellers? Lite å fortelle. Jeg har farget håret, noe jeg har sagt tror jeg, og klept meg.&lt;br /&gt;Også har jeg begynt å utvide ørene. Eller den ene siden. Det blir nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Så, nå ser jeg videre på 10 000 bc med Eirik og Michelle tror jeg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6943182587803769798-4951266581835276976?l=grethemarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/feeds/4951266581835276976/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6943182587803769798&amp;postID=4951266581835276976' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/4951266581835276976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/4951266581835276976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/2009/06/minnutes-to-movie-waching.html' title='Minnutes to  movie waching...'/><author><name>Grethe Marita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13549293521539080123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S3G5mfW33gI/AAAAAAAAAbs/4myGfAhTNAE/S220/OgAAAFoNmXq-Tw9ES-vVYvQZLvY2eiTs3P9cDT9P3cfj20-aSI1c7E1T9Wte0WQBbhcof2oLjwyAAlo0r68QhtS_wxUAm1T1UDN1ATMQTQRxh5-fHXzdLkbODHN2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943182587803769798.post-6274741644109485572</id><published>2009-06-14T05:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T05:22:54.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nå er det en stund siden jeg har blogga. Og grunnen er vell som mange andre, har jeg og sakte men sikkert blitt lei, fordi det bl.annet ikke skjer så veldig mye spesi lenger. &lt;br /&gt;Nå er det snart ferie, selvom min egentlig startet for en uke siden. I mellomtiden forrige blogginlegg så har jeg vell egentlig bare surra rundt, blitt litt brun og shoppa. Jeg har klart å få invite til lookbook.nu. Eller Patrick klarte å skaffe meg, jeg er storfornøyd. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lookbook.nu/user/42780-Grethe-marita-A"&gt;http://lookbook.nu/user/42780-Grethe-marita-A&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bildene jeg har lagt ut er ett halvt år gamle osv da, men men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeg har også klart å få jobbet så hardt at jeg mest sannsynlig, skal til USA til høsten. Jeg har søkt på vestkysten...&lt;br /&gt;Eller ikke helt, men uansett. Florida, Georgia, Tennesee osv... håper selvfølgelig på Florida, da kan jeg bruke spansken og.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeg har også klept meg, og farget håret. Endelig, fordi jeg fikk jo ganske stygg ettervekst i lengden. Men nå syns jeg i grunn at håret mitt er for mørkt.&lt;br /&gt;Igår var jeg hos Jani på Toga-party. Og jeg er en av de sjeldne i landet uten ett hvitt laken. Så jeg fikk restene av Michelle sitt. Noe som gjorde at jeg ble en veldig naken greker. Skifta selvfølgelig uttover kvelden. Det var kjempe koselig. Og vi hadde mange morsomme drikkeleker!  Jeg ble lei rundt ett-to tiden, men dro ikke før to-halv tre. &lt;br /&gt;Så nå skal jeg bare slappe av i sola! Chill...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reiser til Paraguay den 23. juni btw...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6943182587803769798-6274741644109485572?l=grethemarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/feeds/6274741644109485572/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6943182587803769798&amp;postID=6274741644109485572' title='1 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/6274741644109485572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/6274741644109485572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/2009/06/na-er-det-en-stund-siden-jeg-har-blogga.html' title=''/><author><name>Grethe Marita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13549293521539080123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S3G5mfW33gI/AAAAAAAAAbs/4myGfAhTNAE/S220/OgAAAFoNmXq-Tw9ES-vVYvQZLvY2eiTs3P9cDT9P3cfj20-aSI1c7E1T9Wte0WQBbhcof2oLjwyAAlo0r68QhtS_wxUAm1T1UDN1ATMQTQRxh5-fHXzdLkbODHN2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943182587803769798.post-6680905519569860629</id><published>2009-05-27T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T09:58:19.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Obsession is my last desire</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nå tenker jeg det er på tide å skrive igjen. Det er jo heller ikke så veldig lenge siden, men likevel. Jeg skal jo liksom bli flinkere!  Tiden går liksom så fort tenker jeg, men for et halvt år siden syns jeg den gikk for sakte. Nå er det under en måndte til sommerferien. Det blir digg med ferie, men på den andre siden så blir det og litt kjedelig siden jeg er borte fra alt som skjer her i Norge. Jeg skulle ønske jeg ikke skulle være der sååå lenge. But that's how it have to be!&lt;br /&gt;Ellers så lurer dere kanskje på overskriften? &lt;br /&gt;Jo, det jeg mener er flere ting egentlig. Jeg har f.eks blitt helt hekta på www.lookbook.nu.&lt;br /&gt;Det er en side for fashionistas, der folk legger ut egne fotografier av klær og stil. "Klesdagbok" kan man vell kalle det.  Og det fantastiske er at folk ikke bare bruker merkeklær, og de er "vanlige" mennsker! Det er secondhand, vitage og selvfølgelig mye merke greier. &lt;br /&gt;Det er mennesker, både gutter og jenter fra hele verden, i alle aldre. Jeg får så syyykt mye inspirasjon der inne, og siden jeg fant siden har jeg vært inne der hver eneste dag! Uten untak!!Jeg har veeeldig lyst til å joine selv, men man må ha invitasjon. Noe som irriterer meg til de grader. Jeg har leitet overalt etter "invite code", men ingen jeg har funner funker lenger. &lt;br /&gt;Så om det er nooen i hele denne vide verden som kommer over dette og har en invitasjon å gi bort. Please kontakt meg!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idag var skoledagen egentlig nokk så bortkastet. Vi var i en halvtime av tysk timen så stakk lærern. 2. økt var det fri, og så var vi med design og arkitektur læreren på avslutning. Så vi hadde natursti. Det var egentlig veldig gøy, spesielt med alle de søte klasse folka! Vi kava skikkelig, og laget vårt var rett og slett best. Tror det andre laget vant, men likevel! Vi hadde det så fett!! + at vi fikk is og twist! &lt;em&gt;Det&lt;/em&gt; var nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other obsessions: It's not over, and we'll just have to build upon our weaknes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6943182587803769798-6680905519569860629?l=grethemarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/feeds/6680905519569860629/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6943182587803769798&amp;postID=6680905519569860629' title='1 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/6680905519569860629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/6680905519569860629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/2009/05/obsession-is-my-last-desire.html' title='Obsession is my last desire'/><author><name>Grethe Marita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13549293521539080123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S3G5mfW33gI/AAAAAAAAAbs/4myGfAhTNAE/S220/OgAAAFoNmXq-Tw9ES-vVYvQZLvY2eiTs3P9cDT9P3cfj20-aSI1c7E1T9Wte0WQBbhcof2oLjwyAAlo0r68QhtS_wxUAm1T1UDN1ATMQTQRxh5-fHXzdLkbODHN2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943182587803769798.post-3099050128901891197</id><published>2009-05-26T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T06:28:36.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hippies dance 'tound the fire</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;På lørdag var jeg jo i hippie bursdagen til Marit! Jeg som er så veeeldig flink, klarte selvfølgelig å glemme gaven, men hun får den til helgen.&lt;br /&gt;Så, jeg "kledde" meg ut da, egentlig vil jeg si at jeg gikk akkurat slik jeg går ellers og, men det sier vell bare at jeg er litt hippie av meg. Jo, jeg freit meg også ganske så ut da! En vi, eller jeg ble kjent med (siden de fleste der allerede kjente han) syns jeg var ganske kjekk da. Og selvfølgelig klarer jeg å si det høy, når han står rett bak meg. Men jeg syns jeg fint klarte å ro meg unna! Tror ikke han merket noe. Jeg hadde med meg litt absolut vodka, og senere så hadde noen av oss en shotte-lek. Det gikk absolutt ikke bra. Jeg klarte aldri å få noen til å shotte, så når alle fikk et høyt nummer, valgte de meg...som oftest. DET var ganske irriterendes etterhvert. &lt;br /&gt;Da det hadde gått noen runder klarte jeg ikke mere. Jeg gikk på kjøkkenet og "drakk vann" der jeg istedet bare ble fordi jeg ikke turte mere. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;Da jeg sto der kom Stian da, vi prata og når vi gikk ut gav han meg genseren hans, det var ganske søtt. Vi koste oss veldig mye alle sammen tror jeg. Marit hadde også fire veeeeldig søte kattunger. De var helt nydelige!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Igår var vi på kino med klassen. Vi så på engler og demoner. Sinnsykt bra film! Stine ble hvertfall helt oppslukt av den. Så idag hadde vi bare to økter, siden Berit var så snill og lot oss gå siste økt. Nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Her er noen bilder fra festen(bilder StineW.D):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Dette er altså da fra shot'e leken. Etter at jeg rømte selvsagt.&lt;br /&gt;(i bilde: Mona, Micheller og Jani)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/Shvs0ofDP5I/AAAAAAAAAPM/LL8gSwLWoyA/s1600-h/n793610289_7014327_5621524.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/Shvs0ofDP5I/AAAAAAAAAPM/LL8gSwLWoyA/s200/n793610289_7014327_5621524.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340122172142862226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/Shvs0ddka_I/AAAAAAAAAPE/WAt5U-ruJ1g/s1600-h/n793610289_7014323_94680.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;koser oss i sola, eller skyggen.&lt;br /&gt;(I bilde: Mona, Jonas og Chadi)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/Shvs0ddka_I/AAAAAAAAAPE/WAt5U-ruJ1g/s200/n793610289_7014323_94680.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340122169183857650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/Shvs0L-4TNI/AAAAAAAAAO8/a-KHQ2rNe6M/s1600-h/4611_176298845289_793610289_7014325_8120291_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/Shvs0L-4TNI/AAAAAAAAAO8/a-KHQ2rNe6M/s200/4611_176298845289_793610289_7014325_8120291_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340122164491734226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/Shvsz6U-kMI/AAAAAAAAAO0/3IRllCzhEfk/s1600-h/4611_176298830289_793610289_7014322_5104765_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Kos med vannpipe ;D&lt;br /&gt;(i bildet: Oscar, Hedvig, meg og Jani)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 153px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/Shvsz6U-kMI/AAAAAAAAAO0/3IRllCzhEfk/s200/4611_176298830289_793610289_7014322_5104765_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340122159752581314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6943182587803769798-3099050128901891197?l=grethemarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/feeds/3099050128901891197/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6943182587803769798&amp;postID=3099050128901891197' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/3099050128901891197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/3099050128901891197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/2009/05/hippies-dance-tound-fire.html' title='Hippies dance &apos;tound the fire'/><author><name>Grethe Marita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13549293521539080123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S3G5mfW33gI/AAAAAAAAAbs/4myGfAhTNAE/S220/OgAAAFoNmXq-Tw9ES-vVYvQZLvY2eiTs3P9cDT9P3cfj20-aSI1c7E1T9Wte0WQBbhcof2oLjwyAAlo0r68QhtS_wxUAm1T1UDN1ATMQTQRxh5-fHXzdLkbODHN2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/Shvs0ofDP5I/AAAAAAAAAPM/LL8gSwLWoyA/s72-c/n793610289_7014327_5621524.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943182587803769798.post-1066101888133473916</id><published>2009-05-23T04:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T04:49:16.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to feel fly!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok, på onsdag, den 20.Mai hadde min kjære lillebror bursdag, han ble fjorten! Det er så uvirkelig. Føles ut som om jeg var det for bare noen måndter siden. Tiden går så fort, det e rlitt trist. Uansett, på torsdag hadde vi fri(kristi himmelfartsdag) Da gjorde jeg egentlig ikke så altfor mye, jeg var hjemme og rundt 6 tiden kom Martine U, Chadi og Stine. Egentlig skulle vell Christer og komme, men han dukket aldri opp, men Jani kom da. Vi grilla litt og så på film. "Taking liives" Den var egentlig veldig bra. &lt;br /&gt;På fredag var jeg med Stine på NB, kjøpte to nye kjole ting, og så var det rett på jobb. Der gikk det vell helt ok, egentlig ikke, men ja. Bedre enn onsdagen. Etter jobb var jeg på sliperiet, jeg så på White Snakes eller Snake. Don't know. Det var helt ok, hadde ikke hørt dem før, eller om dem heller. Men jaja, da jeg sto der og så på alle voksne folka som dansa, tenkte jeg at festivaler og konserter er en mulighet for voksne til å drite seg ut. Jeg skal ALDRI bli sånn :S&lt;br /&gt;Så idag har jeg stort sett bare slappet av, tatt meg en dusj og gjort meg så hippie som jeg klarer å bli med mine klær. Jeg skal nemlig i Hippie-bursdag til Marit. Reiser til Tønsberg nå tenkte jeg. Så da snakkes vi vell. Skal fortelle alt en dag. Antageligvis ikke imorgen. Men, slik føler man det, jeg er glaaaaad!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6943182587803769798-1066101888133473916?l=grethemarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/feeds/1066101888133473916/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6943182587803769798&amp;postID=1066101888133473916' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/1066101888133473916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/1066101888133473916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/2009/05/time-to-feel-fly.html' title='Time to feel fly!'/><author><name>Grethe Marita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13549293521539080123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S3G5mfW33gI/AAAAAAAAAbs/4myGfAhTNAE/S220/OgAAAFoNmXq-Tw9ES-vVYvQZLvY2eiTs3P9cDT9P3cfj20-aSI1c7E1T9Wte0WQBbhcof2oLjwyAAlo0r68QhtS_wxUAm1T1UDN1ATMQTQRxh5-fHXzdLkbODHN2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943182587803769798.post-3343683001473252258</id><published>2009-05-17T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T08:54:25.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Morro jeg har fra morgen til kveld!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Idag er/ var 17. mai. Det ville si at dagen ble kos, oppå kos, oppå kos! Og slik ble det. Selv om jeg egentlig veldig gjerne ville sove mye etter Sandefjordsturen med Resmije, Nora, Aida og Ilda, så dro jeg ut med Mick. Hele dagen har vært en stor kose dag! Været har vært fantastisk og jeg har vært stapp-mett hele tiden. Jeg vet ikke hvor bra det er da. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, siden det nå er en stund siden jeg har skrevet, tenkte jeg at jeg skulle gå gjennom en kort oppsumering av det jeg husker, og siden jeg er så flink, så husker jeg ikke rekkefølge, så jeg tar det i farta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, på Fredag var jeg på Kickoff, da skulle vi stemme å greier og siden jeg måtte rekke buss hjem til Larvik så fikk jeg ikke gjort det. Men jeg vet hvem jeg hadde stemt på. Det var veldig vanskelig, fordi det v ar syyyykt mange flinke! Og de som vant var Sensce Absence. De var helt på topp, aldri sett dem spille så bra! Så da får de spille på Slotsfjell festivalen! Synd jeg ikke får de med meg. Men men, that's life. På lørdag var jeg igjen i Tønsberg, først med Ilda, Resmije og Nora, men så fant jeg Anders i bussen så jeg ble heller med han og møtte Chadi. Chadi var veldig fyllesyk, og skulle prøve å stå på brett. Konklusjon-ikke bra!&lt;br /&gt;Da jeg var på vei hjem, og bussturen var veldig koselig. Det må jeg bare få sagt! Uansett, jeg hoppet av i Sandefjord, for da skulle Stine og meg på grill pary hos Odin. Eller Nero som han så fint kalles. Nei, jeg trodde jeg ikke kente noen der. Men møtte Mange kjente smil! DEt var døds koselig, og ble kjent med mange nye. Det er litt deilig å bli kjent med nye mennesker iblandt. &lt;br /&gt;Og Norge varn med overlegen poengsum på MGP(melodi gran prix), så neste år skal visst jeg bli med David å se på det. Ja, vi får se. Jeg har aldri vært noe spesielt fan av sånt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ok, legger til noen bilder fra idag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/ShLVvBtDT2I/AAAAAAAAAOM/01X3TsZ1RP4/s1600-h/IMG_0100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/ShLVvBtDT2I/AAAAAAAAAOM/01X3TsZ1RP4/s200/IMG_0100.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337563512275423074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/ShLVu35gc1I/AAAAAAAAAOE/v4je1MMm7Fw/s1600-h/IMG_0047.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Liker dette bilde, random kid i bakgrunnen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/ShLVu35gc1I/AAAAAAAAAOE/v4je1MMm7Fw/s200/IMG_0047.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337563509643309906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/ShLVuSkVmiI/AAAAAAAAAN8/9ZmHAHhyUWg/s1600-h/IMG_0046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/ShLVuSkVmiI/AAAAAAAAAN8/9ZmHAHhyUWg/s200/IMG_0046.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337563499622406690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/ShLVtnMsT9I/AAAAAAAAAN0/GpI533nXO0Q/s1600-h/IMG_0090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/ShLVtnMsT9I/AAAAAAAAAN0/GpI533nXO0Q/s200/IMG_0090.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337563487980507090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6943182587803769798-3343683001473252258?l=grethemarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/feeds/3343683001473252258/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6943182587803769798&amp;postID=3343683001473252258' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/3343683001473252258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/3343683001473252258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/2009/05/morro-jeg-har-fra-morgen-til-kveld.html' title='Morro jeg har fra morgen til kveld!'/><author><name>Grethe Marita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13549293521539080123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S3G5mfW33gI/AAAAAAAAAbs/4myGfAhTNAE/S220/OgAAAFoNmXq-Tw9ES-vVYvQZLvY2eiTs3P9cDT9P3cfj20-aSI1c7E1T9Wte0WQBbhcof2oLjwyAAlo0r68QhtS_wxUAm1T1UDN1ATMQTQRxh5-fHXzdLkbODHN2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/ShLVvBtDT2I/AAAAAAAAAOM/01X3TsZ1RP4/s72-c/IMG_0100.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943182587803769798.post-1345876307941958208</id><published>2009-05-06T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T12:51:34.419-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends, cold and Hanna montana</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Litt om gårsdagen, det var bare veldig koselig å gå tur med Ilda, Aida og Glenn. Vi prata og tulla rundt, så spilte vi litt fotball. Og Aida og meg løp fra de andre. Vi satt oss på akebakken på Tagdvedt og jeg skremte Aida så sinnsykt med en plante som jeg lurte henne til å tro at var en larve. Så når vi fant Ilda og Glenn lurte vi de og. Glenn skrek som en liten jente! Det var hysterisk!! Uanset, jeg fikk også 6 på engelsk tentamen, noe jeg er ganske stolt over. Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Det er idag jeg vil skrive mest om, fordi idag har dagen vært så sykt bra enda jeg glemte vi hadde fri økt første økt, så jeg satt i Bakern med Rune i nesten to timer. Men jeg tegnet mye hørte på Rune lage musikk på mobilen med den Sony Ericson music mixer-maker-ett eller annet tingesten. Han med musikken, og jeg som sleit med å få handa på tegningen riktig. Det var ganske så frustrerende.  Men, i engelsktimen så vi på Twilight. Vi skulle egentlig notere ting og skrive om hvilken rolle Jacob hadde i filmen, men siden jeg hadde sett filmen sånn ca 7 ganger fra før så gadd jeg ikke. Haha, jeg vet jeg er nerd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De to siste øktene hadde vi Desig og arkitektur, eller rettere sagt den siste økta, fordi vi skulle egentlig til byen å se på klær som i "design" Meeeen, alle dro da selvfølgelig hjem.&lt;br /&gt;Jeg som skulle på kino etter skolen, dro med Ida og Sigrid til timen. Så da satt jeg der å hadde naturfag med 1MUA. Det var en opplevelse for seg selv. Veldig, ekstremt festlig. For alle som tror musikklinja er gærne i friminuttene, så er de tusen ganger værre i timer. Hvertfall i den timen. Jeg fikk til og med advarsel fra læreren; "Du vet virkelig ikke hva du begir deg ut på". Haha, jeg måtte le da... Så når timen var ferdig tok vi, altså en del fra MUA klassen buss til Tønsberg der vi splitta oss for så å møtes på kinoen igjen, og så så vi på Hanna Montana the movie. Jeg syns filmen var så bra, og jeg gråt ikke i det hele tatt *host*&lt;br /&gt;Bussen  hjem igjen satt jeg å prata med Ida, og Chadi, Anders og Linda som tulla forran oss. F. eks da vi snakka om noe ganske alvorlig og  serriøst kommer plutselig Chadi og sier han har skrevet et hayku dikt om penisen hans. Det gav en stor kontrast, det var ganske Chadi...Haha...&lt;br /&gt;Så da gleder man seg til en dag med elevrådsmøte og tysk prøve imorgen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6943182587803769798-1345876307941958208?l=grethemarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/feeds/1345876307941958208/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6943182587803769798&amp;postID=1345876307941958208' title='2 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/1345876307941958208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/1345876307941958208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/2009/05/friends-cold-and-hanna-montana.html' title='Friends, cold and Hanna montana'/><author><name>Grethe Marita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13549293521539080123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S3G5mfW33gI/AAAAAAAAAbs/4myGfAhTNAE/S220/OgAAAFoNmXq-Tw9ES-vVYvQZLvY2eiTs3P9cDT9P3cfj20-aSI1c7E1T9Wte0WQBbhcof2oLjwyAAlo0r68QhtS_wxUAm1T1UDN1ATMQTQRxh5-fHXzdLkbODHN2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943182587803769798.post-5211680908240705545</id><published>2009-05-03T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T08:15:23.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drømmer + en sjette sans</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Inatt våknet jeg midt på natta. Rundt halv tre, eller halv fire. Husker ikke, men jeg våknet fra en drøm der jeg røyket hasj faktisk. Så hørte jeg summing og så ett kræsj. Da ejg sto opp for å se hva det var var det noen fulle ungdommer som hadd e kræsja på en lys-stolpe rett utenfor rommet mitt. Men overskriften min er om dette...&lt;br /&gt;Forskere sier at man drømmer kun rett før man våkner, og noen ganger i det du faller i søvn. Men noen ganger så våkner man av ting midt på natten, enten en lyd osv...og du irriterer deg over at du ble vekt fordi drømmer var så digg. Men om det er sånn at man drømmer rett før man våkner, vil det si at kroppen eller sinnet har en sjette sans som forteller deg at nå våkner du snart av noe rart. At nå er det like før noe skjer, og da kan hodet bruke de minuttene den har i transen igjen på å drømme, før lyden veker deg. &lt;br /&gt;Det var bare en liten tanke som plaget meg veldig da jeg våknet av det kræsjet da jeg drømte at jeg røykte. Haha, altså, ikke pga. drømmen, mest fordi jeg liker ikke å våkne midt på natten. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uansett så er det kanskje greit å fortelle at gårsdagen var kjempe koselig med Mona og Michelle hos Ella. Vi spilte "vil du bli millioner" og "true or false" Nei, jeg vant ikke.&lt;br /&gt;Vi tok oss et glass vin og slappet av. Det var super koselig, og Ella hadde et sånt tre etasjers fat med maaaasse sjokolade. Da ble jeg lykkelig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tidligere på dagen var jeg i Sandefjord med Ilda, vi surra rundt, og det var kjempe koselig. Det var en stemning som vi ikke har hatt på kjempe lenge. Det var sånn som det pleide å være før alle guttene og alt det der. Som på sommeren for to år siden, da vi satt ved Lågen. Det var rett og slett deilig! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6943182587803769798-5211680908240705545?l=grethemarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/feeds/5211680908240705545/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6943182587803769798&amp;postID=5211680908240705545' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/5211680908240705545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/5211680908240705545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/2009/05/drmmer-en-sjette-sans.html' title='Drømmer + en sjette sans'/><author><name>Grethe Marita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13549293521539080123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S3G5mfW33gI/AAAAAAAAAbs/4myGfAhTNAE/S220/OgAAAFoNmXq-Tw9ES-vVYvQZLvY2eiTs3P9cDT9P3cfj20-aSI1c7E1T9Wte0WQBbhcof2oLjwyAAlo0r68QhtS_wxUAm1T1UDN1ATMQTQRxh5-fHXzdLkbODHN2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943182587803769798.post-8241187759657231999</id><published>2009-05-01T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T13:30:54.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First taste of summer '09</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jeg tror at inatt og idag var den første sommer smaken jeg fikk, som brakta gamle fjorårets følelser tilbake. Det var utroooolig deilig. Eller, definer deilig! &lt;br /&gt;Uansett, så var jeg med masse venner å feiret natt til første mai igår. Jeg hadde med meg en flaske med Frost. Veldig godt, i små mengder, og ikke minst eh...jeg kommer ikke på mer. &lt;br /&gt;Jeg var da på Gon, og det kom en hel gjeng med masse folk, derav mange fjortisser som ble drita på vann og cola. Og andre som meg som styrtet ned hele flasker og ble så fjerne at vi sa masse rart. Et lite gullkorn, som jeg ALDELES ikke husker jeg sa var ;&lt;br /&gt;"Han er så deilig fordi han har griser!" &lt;br /&gt;Og dette ble sagt av meg om en veldig sjarmerendes person, men igjen. Dén setningen var rar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Også er det flere som har fått vite hvor glad jeg er i dem. Absolutt alt var sant, men når du er påvirket blir liksom følelser blåst opp til de grader. Jeg koste meg med Thea og Michelle og da jeg skulle blir fulgt hjem av Ilda og Aida så bare slapp de meg, og i sakte film falt jeg ned en skråning og forstuet beinet, eller trøkka skikkelig over, eller noe lignende.&lt;br /&gt;Jeg har veldig vondt bare. Ellers er alt bare svart, bortsett fra at jeg husker å ha gått ekstremt mye. Noe jeg senere fikk info om at jeg gjorde fordi Ilda og Aida drassa meg rundt halve Larvik før jeg kom hjem og la meg. Så vurderte jeg å kaste opp på verandaen til naboen, men rakk det ikke bare. La oss stoppe der.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idag var jeg hos Jani på første mai grilling. Jeg syklet ned til henne, ganske sprekt gjort, selv om det for det meste er nedover bakker. Jeg hadde med meg veggisburgerne mine og salat. Lille vegetar meg! Vi la oss på plenen på masse tepper, og Thea var der alt da jeg kom. Senere kom Christoffer, Maggi, Michelle, Julie og Chadi. Så satt vi der.&lt;br /&gt;Vi grillet og koste oss. Jeg ble ganske hyper etterhvert, og sola stekte. Serriøst!&lt;br /&gt;Engangsgrillen begynte å brenne med planken den stod på, og jeg begynte å lekeslåss med Chadman. Så angrep vi Michelle istedet. Og verden ble et lykkelig sted! Haha, den ble serriøst det altså! Og det skjedde egentlig ikke stort, det var vell bare det at vi koste oss så sinnsykt, og alt var så bra. Dessuten hadde jeg latterkrampe pga mine egnge kommentaren fra kvelden før.&lt;br /&gt;Ja, dette er da den første ordentlige sommerdagen i år, og de slutter desverre den 23. juni fordi da reiser jeg til Paraguay ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6943182587803769798-8241187759657231999?l=grethemarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/feeds/8241187759657231999/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6943182587803769798&amp;postID=8241187759657231999' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/8241187759657231999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/8241187759657231999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/2009/05/first-taste-of-summer-09.html' title='First taste of summer &apos;09'/><author><name>Grethe Marita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13549293521539080123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S3G5mfW33gI/AAAAAAAAAbs/4myGfAhTNAE/S220/OgAAAFoNmXq-Tw9ES-vVYvQZLvY2eiTs3P9cDT9P3cfj20-aSI1c7E1T9Wte0WQBbhcof2oLjwyAAlo0r68QhtS_wxUAm1T1UDN1ATMQTQRxh5-fHXzdLkbODHN2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943182587803769798.post-2096737384757744100</id><published>2009-04-28T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T08:57:11.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Up, up in the sky</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Da har det gått en stund, eller ikke såååå lenge, men lenge nok. Jeg er blitt veldig flink i det siste vil jeg si, jeg har klart heeelt fint å ignorere alle teite følelser. Og noe som er VELDIG typpisk meg er at jeg alltid klarer å bli kjent med, og senere venn med personer som holder på med, eller er sammen med personer jeg liker. Men denne gangen er det helt i orden, fordi dette menneske er et utrolig fantastisk menneske som bare stråler, rett og slett. Og jeg ønsker henne og han det beste, fordi de passer faktisk utrolig godt sammen, selv om jeg alltid kommer til å ønske at det var meg og han istedet. Fordi det var utrolig sterke følelser i bildet. Selv om jeg aldri fikk sagt noe.&lt;br /&gt;Sånn bortsett fra det har jeg som sagt vært veldig flink denne helgen, ting som jeg for to uker siden hadde fått hakeslep av eller ikke sett fordi jeg var så blind er ikke sånn i det hele tatt lenger. Nå er jeg egentlig ganske fornøyd. Og det som jeg liker best, er at den tomme følelsen begynner å komme tilbake.&lt;br /&gt;Tomheten fyller meg opp.&lt;br /&gt;Jeg elsker den følelsen, selv om andre føleler kanskje dukker opp igjen. &lt;br /&gt;Men, siden jeg reiser til Paraguay den 23. Juni så vil jeg ikke falle for noen, eller noe i den duren. &lt;br /&gt;Da blir det bare vondt å reise, og om det skjer, så orker jeg ikke å være borte så lenge. Men det skjer ikke uansett. Jeg pleier ikke å falle for personer så lett. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/SfcmcCTp5WI/AAAAAAAAANs/VE9YfD-adXo/s1600-h/DSC00352.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nokk om sånt kliss, la oss snakke om alt som har skjedd. En enkel oppsumering:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Fredag 24. april. UKM Kick off konsert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Masse skjedde, ikke noe å skrive om. Det er litt teit igrunn. Og det var vel egentlig her jeg åpnet øynene enda mere, ja! Var med Christopher, Stine, Ilda, Glenn og kompisen til Doff.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Lørdag 25. april. UKM fylkesmønstring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Masse folk, Slit, Jupiter army eller polar droids som de nå heter spilte.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Søndag 26. april. UKM fylkesmønstring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Da var det "finale" Henrik spilte og Kidney garden. Henrik kom videre til lands mønstringen. Jeg kom da ikke videre med bildene mine, men "et annet liv" ble nominert til en utstilling i operaen! Håper det går bra hvertfall&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/SfcmcCTp5WI/AAAAAAAAANs/VE9YfD-adXo/s1600-h/DSC00352.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/SfcmcCTp5WI/AAAAAAAAANs/VE9YfD-adXo/s200/DSC00352.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329770947113772386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Dette er da bildet som ble nominert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Så, alt + alt = Jeg har det så bra :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6943182587803769798-2096737384757744100?l=grethemarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/feeds/2096737384757744100/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6943182587803769798&amp;postID=2096737384757744100' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/2096737384757744100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/2096737384757744100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/2009/04/up-up-in-sky.html' title='Up, up in the sky'/><author><name>Grethe Marita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13549293521539080123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S3G5mfW33gI/AAAAAAAAAbs/4myGfAhTNAE/S220/OgAAAFoNmXq-Tw9ES-vVYvQZLvY2eiTs3P9cDT9P3cfj20-aSI1c7E1T9Wte0WQBbhcof2oLjwyAAlo0r68QhtS_wxUAm1T1UDN1ATMQTQRxh5-fHXzdLkbODHN2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/SfcmcCTp5WI/AAAAAAAAANs/VE9YfD-adXo/s72-c/DSC00352.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943182587803769798.post-260413523830059319</id><published>2009-04-24T04:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T04:39:48.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alkymisten</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Verden elsker meg igjen! Det er kjempe deilig, jeg føler meg bedre enn på lenge! &lt;br /&gt;Ikke alt er ordnet enda selvfølgelig, men ting order seg!! Alle heldagsprøvene er ferdige, det er døds deilig og tror det gikk sånn helt ok på alle tre faktisk. Føles hvertfall sånn. Spesielt på engelsk og norsk. &lt;br /&gt;Så har jeg lest Alkymisten av Paulo Coelho! Han er fra Brasil og denne boken holder sted i Spania og nord i afrika, egypt osv. Absolutt en anbefalt bok. Den er så drømmende, inspirerende og har absolutt sterk personlighet. Verdt å bruke to netter på! Den er bare på 189 sider eller noe sånn ca. Bare les den.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/SfGkpHrcJsI/AAAAAAAAANk/lqdb9X1lsu8/s1600-h/Alkymisten.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 120px; height: 195px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/SfGkpHrcJsI/AAAAAAAAANk/lqdb9X1lsu8/s200/Alkymisten.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328220860498847426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Lytt til hjertet" Sa alkymisten, "den vet det meste"Men ellers, idag er det åpen scene på verden teateret 1900 i Sandefjord. 30cc.Så skal nok kose meg med Ilda, Alice, Stine osv...det blir nice :)&lt;br /&gt;Ja, jeg brukte smiley, jeg er glad idag, da tillater jeg meg det.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6943182587803769798-260413523830059319?l=grethemarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/feeds/260413523830059319/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6943182587803769798&amp;postID=260413523830059319' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/260413523830059319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/260413523830059319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/2009/04/alkymisten.html' title='Alkymisten'/><author><name>Grethe Marita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13549293521539080123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S3G5mfW33gI/AAAAAAAAAbs/4myGfAhTNAE/S220/OgAAAFoNmXq-Tw9ES-vVYvQZLvY2eiTs3P9cDT9P3cfj20-aSI1c7E1T9Wte0WQBbhcof2oLjwyAAlo0r68QhtS_wxUAm1T1UDN1ATMQTQRxh5-fHXzdLkbODHN2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/SfGkpHrcJsI/AAAAAAAAANk/lqdb9X1lsu8/s72-c/Alkymisten.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943182587803769798.post-8768580136884794505</id><published>2009-04-21T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T13:04:10.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nrk.no/urort</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jeg vil bare meddele att urørt på  nrk's nettside er fantastisk. Snakker om å finne band som ingen har hørt om, eller på for den saks skyld så er dette perfekt. Fordi det er jo mye lokale band fra rundtomkring i vårt kjære norges land. Har visst om urørt lenge, har bare ikke registrert det i hodet. Og så var jeg innom Frida sin blogg (http://fridacatarina.blogg.no/), og leste et gammelt innlegg og så var jeg tilbake på urørt igjen. Slik kan det gå. Disse to lenkene er noe dere bør ta dere tid til å høre på. Kjempe bra!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www11.nrk.no/urort/Bellman/default.aspx"&gt;http://www11.nrk.no/urort/Bellman/default.aspx&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www11.nrk.no/urort/Artist/PrincessNiko/default.aspx"&gt;http://www11.nrk.no/urort/Artist/PrincessNiko/default.aspx&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kos dere, jeg er nå trøtt sa vi. Buenas noche!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6943182587803769798-8768580136884794505?l=grethemarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/feeds/8768580136884794505/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6943182587803769798&amp;postID=8768580136884794505' title='1 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/8768580136884794505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/8768580136884794505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/2009/04/nrknourort.html' title='nrk.no/urort'/><author><name>Grethe Marita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13549293521539080123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S3G5mfW33gI/AAAAAAAAAbs/4myGfAhTNAE/S220/OgAAAFoNmXq-Tw9ES-vVYvQZLvY2eiTs3P9cDT9P3cfj20-aSI1c7E1T9Wte0WQBbhcof2oLjwyAAlo0r68QhtS_wxUAm1T1UDN1ATMQTQRxh5-fHXzdLkbODHN2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943182587803769798.post-8251360651542972142</id><published>2009-04-21T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T12:09:25.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Understanding me, but not understanding my head</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jeg skjønner meg ikke på hodet mitt, noen ganger vet jeg akkurat hva jeg vil, og i neste sekkund vil jeg ikke det lenger. Jeg vet jeg sa jeg elsket han, og jeg kommer alltid til å gjøre det. Men noen ganger er det bare best å prøve å glemme, fortrenge og la vær. Jeg har bestemt meg for, egentlig alltid visst det, men jeg skal ikke lengte etter en jeg aldri hadde. Jeg skal bare beundre han fra avstanden, som alltid. Ikke si ett ord til én sjel og dette blir det siste jeg skriver om han, så lenge jeg ikke kan kalle han &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;min&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/Se4ZYokCy2I/AAAAAAAAANc/dAEqP-714dE/s1600-h/sunblock.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/Se4ZYokCy2I/AAAAAAAAANc/dAEqP-714dE/s200/sunblock.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327223320222026594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;La me danse valsen min, la meg få gjøre som &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;jeg &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;vil, jeg driter vell i hva dere syns og mener. Nå er det min tur til å svirre rundt, falle for nye og drepe følelser. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Nå som jeg er ett skritt nærmere gleder jeg meg alt til morgendagen. Jeg er endelig frisatt fra besettelsen.&lt;br /&gt;Nå kan jeg gjøre som jeg vil, og ikke bry meg om, eller høre på andre.Fra nå av skal jeg prøve meg som super ego.Pass på!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Jeg skjønner ikke meg lenger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6943182587803769798-8251360651542972142?l=grethemarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/feeds/8251360651542972142/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6943182587803769798&amp;postID=8251360651542972142' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/8251360651542972142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/8251360651542972142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/2009/04/understanding-me-but-not-understanding.html' title='Understanding me, but not understanding my head'/><author><name>Grethe Marita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13549293521539080123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S3G5mfW33gI/AAAAAAAAAbs/4myGfAhTNAE/S220/OgAAAFoNmXq-Tw9ES-vVYvQZLvY2eiTs3P9cDT9P3cfj20-aSI1c7E1T9Wte0WQBbhcof2oLjwyAAlo0r68QhtS_wxUAm1T1UDN1ATMQTQRxh5-fHXzdLkbODHN2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/Se4ZYokCy2I/AAAAAAAAANc/dAEqP-714dE/s72-c/sunblock.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943182587803769798.post-5310206183010262589</id><published>2009-04-19T06:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T07:11:45.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Topp humør!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hm, ting forandrer seg. Man merker det i luften. Skulle ønske alt var som ifjor vår. Det var deilig. Men som sagt, ting forandrer seg. Og idag er det bare en bra-dag. Jeg er i topp humør og skal tilbringe hele dagen med alle favoritt jentene mine, nesten alle. Men det blir best uansett. Grilling, og kos. Gleder meg! Så det som gjorde dagen litt bedre var at jeg våknet til reggaton, og det som hadde toppet det hele var om Henrik ringte, eller sendte melding :P Det er fordi det er så koselig å snakke med han! Men, nå er det grill-time. Jeg med min deilige veggetar mat. Haha, det er faktisk veldig godt, tro det eller ei. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 color="#ff6666"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devo acseptar mi vida normal, pero yo quiero algo mas.&lt;br /&gt;Yo busco siempre amor de verdad.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6943182587803769798-5310206183010262589?l=grethemarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/feeds/5310206183010262589/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6943182587803769798&amp;postID=5310206183010262589' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/5310206183010262589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/5310206183010262589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/2009/04/hm-ting-forandrer-seg.html' title='Topp humør!'/><author><name>Grethe Marita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13549293521539080123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S3G5mfW33gI/AAAAAAAAAbs/4myGfAhTNAE/S220/OgAAAFoNmXq-Tw9ES-vVYvQZLvY2eiTs3P9cDT9P3cfj20-aSI1c7E1T9Wte0WQBbhcof2oLjwyAAlo0r68QhtS_wxUAm1T1UDN1ATMQTQRxh5-fHXzdLkbODHN2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943182587803769798.post-2750565856632176180</id><published>2009-04-15T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T13:31:41.868-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dikt'/><title type='text'>You die</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haven't many of us been there, done that&lt;br /&gt;Felt the puls in your veins pumpin' your blood so loud that you could feel it touch you skin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;From the inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could just sit there drawing so many hearts it would loose it's shape&lt;br /&gt;Even if you knew you wer&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;e alone you had to see around you just to make sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You are alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The spell that you created just doesn't dissapear&lt;br /&gt;For every single heart you draw your head spin, the time is running out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just let it bleed, let the feeling bleed to break the spell&lt;br /&gt;Suddently it feels like it's burning inside you, tearing your bones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You are burning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just won't agree the others, that the spell it's your own&lt;br /&gt;Suddently you don't cry for your pain anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling that appears, apeals to you like summer wind upon your burning skin&lt;br /&gt;We all see the fear, you feel afraid and can't talk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now all you can do it's waching everything spinn around, and down&lt;br /&gt;You want to cry, but all you can is smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You are crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, go and die&lt;br /&gt;It's all you were waiting for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You die&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6943182587803769798-2750565856632176180?l=grethemarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/feeds/2750565856632176180/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6943182587803769798&amp;postID=2750565856632176180' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/2750565856632176180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/2750565856632176180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-die.html' title='You die'/><author><name>Grethe Marita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13549293521539080123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S3G5mfW33gI/AAAAAAAAAbs/4myGfAhTNAE/S220/OgAAAFoNmXq-Tw9ES-vVYvQZLvY2eiTs3P9cDT9P3cfj20-aSI1c7E1T9Wte0WQBbhcof2oLjwyAAlo0r68QhtS_wxUAm1T1UDN1ATMQTQRxh5-fHXzdLkbODHN2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943182587803769798.post-3044130436415577456</id><published>2009-04-14T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T13:57:52.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ønske, ønske, knust!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jeg ønsker meg en piercing til. Siden jeg nå har fått det store friheten av å bare leve som &lt;em&gt;jeg &lt;/em&gt;vil. Siden pappa nå driter i hvordan livsstilen min er. Vet ikke om jeg skal være glad eller skuffet. Tar det heller med likegyldighet. Orker ikke flere skuffelser, de baller seg bare på.&lt;br /&gt;Men uansett, den piercingen jeg evnt. tar er jo ikke så synlig. I munnen. Begge faktisk. Enten Smile piercing eller bare regular i tunga.&lt;br /&gt;Begge hadde vært kult, men føler det blir for mye i munnen da.&lt;br /&gt;Kan jo heller ta medusa eller septum, bridge kanskje?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/SeTtyvM7CXI/AAAAAAAAANU/ZtbYDtwyYyU/s1600-h/tonguepeircing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 144px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/SeTtyvM7CXI/AAAAAAAAANU/ZtbYDtwyYyU/s200/tonguepeircing.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324642115378678130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/SeTtyuG6XxI/AAAAAAAAANM/_L19XfZZ7Bs/s1600-h/2725128457_f34da90bff.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Den i munnen under her er altså da smile piercing, ikke bites'ene, men den &lt;em&gt;i &lt;/em&gt;munnen. Og septum er den i midten under nesa. For dere som ikke visste det.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/SeTtyuG6XxI/AAAAAAAAANM/_L19XfZZ7Bs/s1600-h/2725128457_f34da90bff.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/SeTtyuG6XxI/AAAAAAAAANM/_L19XfZZ7Bs/s200/2725128457_f34da90bff.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324642115085033234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ja, ok. Enten eller blir det nå. Noe. Jeg vil tøye grensene så lang jeg kan, fordi kanskje pappa da reagerer og kommer tilbake fra sin paranoide lille boble.&lt;br /&gt;Kanskje en tattovering i samme slengen?&lt;br /&gt;Nei, jeg vil ikke ødelegge meg selv helt på veien. Selv om jeg er på ganske så god vei. &lt;br /&gt;Joda, pappa truet, eller rettere sagt sa han skulle fjerne både dataen og nettet fra rommet mitt. At jeg ikke fortjente den. Han er så egosentrisk at det halve skulle vært nok. Bare fordi han ikke får det på den måten HAN vil ha det, så må han ta fra meg eller straffe meg på en eller annet idiotisk måte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, vet dere, jeg må fortelle om en drøm jeg hadde igår natt. &lt;br /&gt;Jeg satt først ved elvekanten i lågen, og stirret på speilbildet mitt. Bildet var da noe så utrolig forferdelig syn av meg selv der jeg forsvant i to helt sorte øyne. Men samtidig kom Ilda og satt ved siden av meg, hun plasket bort bildet og ristet på hodet. &lt;em&gt;" Du vet det der ikke er deg, dette er deg"&lt;/em&gt; sier hun i det hun gir meg en porselensdokke med ett knust øye. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plutselig står jeg på en grein i et tre, fortsatt ved lågen. Jeg halvveis brekker en grein over meg, binder en løkke og bare hopper ned. Jeg kveles, og alt blodet fyker til hodet på meg. Puste vansker ect ved et selvmordsforsøk med henging.&lt;br /&gt;Greina som alt er halv brukket av brekker helt og jeg treffer bakken med ett dunk, så forsvinner jeg. Da drømmer jeg ikke mere, som en "drømme pause" som jeg kaller det, de timene alt bare er svart. Da du ikke husker noe. &lt;br /&gt;Uansett, så "våkner" jeg igjen og da ligger jeg på gresset med et brev jeg har skrevet der jeg forklarer hvorfor jeg valgte å dø, osv. &lt;br /&gt;Det er ganske skremmende igrunn, fordi jeg sendte tydeligvis en melding til alle kl: 1700, ca presist, der jeg ber dem komme å finne meg om en halvtime. Og da skal jeg liksom være død, hengt, så de får bedskjed så ikke sjokket blir for stort. Meldingen sender jeg til David, Glenn, Stine, Ilda, Mamma og Chadi. Jeg aner ikke hvorfor de, men det var drømmen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Denne drømmen var ganske creapy igrunn, selvmord, så brev, mennesker. Akkurat som en oppskrift. Jeg husker til og med dato, klokkeslett, personer, speilbildet, porselensdokka, ALT.&lt;br /&gt;Jeg vil helst ikke si datoen, tenk om det er en av disse "advarsels" drømmene. La oss ikke ta forhastede slutninger, jeg vil på ingen måte dø, enda.&lt;br /&gt;Ja, la oss leve lykkelig i en rød verden der alt bare er vakre svevende skyer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6943182587803769798-3044130436415577456?l=grethemarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/feeds/3044130436415577456/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6943182587803769798&amp;postID=3044130436415577456' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/3044130436415577456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/3044130436415577456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/2009/04/nske-nske-knust.html' title='Ønske, ønske, knust!'/><author><name>Grethe Marita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13549293521539080123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S3G5mfW33gI/AAAAAAAAAbs/4myGfAhTNAE/S220/OgAAAFoNmXq-Tw9ES-vVYvQZLvY2eiTs3P9cDT9P3cfj20-aSI1c7E1T9Wte0WQBbhcof2oLjwyAAlo0r68QhtS_wxUAm1T1UDN1ATMQTQRxh5-fHXzdLkbODHN2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/SeTtyvM7CXI/AAAAAAAAANU/ZtbYDtwyYyU/s72-c/tonguepeircing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943182587803769798.post-8821048381786620148</id><published>2009-04-13T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T10:48:16.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tregselens gjennombrudd og fryktens overskudd.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Idag våknet jeg med en ekkel klump i magen , har tenkt tanken tusen ganger idag. Svimmelhet og kvalme. Blod og gørr. Nei, ikke det, men det er ikke en deilig følelse hvertfall.&lt;br /&gt;Jeg vedder på at over 50% av alle innleggene her er såkalte "emo" innlegg. Om folk leser bloggen min vet jeg heller ikke, så jeg gjetter på at dette er en løsning for uttømmelse av teite følelser som jeg har så vansker med å vise, og innrømme osv. Jeg skjønner ikke greia, en dag er alt best, en annen dag går alt til grunne på nytt. Det virker som for meg at verden ikke er skapt slik at alle kan ha det bra over lenger tid. Karma har bare gitt et lite tidsrom meg glede så ikke alt går til h*******. Men hvorfor trenger det å være sånn? Hvilken livsstil eller lære skal vi tro på? At glede er noe vi skaper selv, at vi bestemmer hvordan tilværelsen skal være. Eller at det er en kraft over oss som bestemmer det. Enten karma eller sjebnen. Det bestemmer vell hver og en av oss hva vi vil kalle. Jeg tror værken på karma eller sjebnen. Jeg tror at våre valg fører oss til de stedene vi er og at skjer det oss noe så er det på grunn av valgene vi har tatt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/SeN6eO5fGjI/AAAAAAAAAMM/0QHRxLj7s-I/s1600-h/eyes.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 56px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/SeN6eO5fGjI/AAAAAAAAAMM/0QHRxLj7s-I/s200/eyes.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324233844295932466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masse utslipp av følelser&lt;br /&gt;Er det noen som har en idé til hvordan man finner en slik perfekt løsning?&lt;br /&gt;Ingen, nei? Tenkte meg det. &lt;br /&gt;Dagen igår gikk egentlig ikke helt som forventet. Den &lt;em&gt;startet &lt;/em&gt;bra, og endte forsåvidt "bra". Men ikke inne i henne. &lt;br /&gt;Ok, det er slik at noen mennesker bare ikke klarer å holde på en følelse lenge nok, eller på en stemning. Jeg er et sånt menneske. Hunklarer ikke la alt være bra. Hun MÅ alltid rote det til. Uansett hva som skjer, er hun der bak sene-teppet og klipper i trådene så kulissene faller sammen.&lt;br /&gt;At hun ikke klarer å bare ha alt i orden. Men som den perfekte løgner, eller skuespiller hun er, så klarer ingen å legge merke til hennes skader, følelser eller henne. Hun bare sitter der i dette idylliske bildet på en seng med silke laken ok blomstret putetrekk. Hun legger seg forsiktig ned så det "perfekte" håret faller på siden og treffer sengen perfekt og den hvite melke huden bare faller med et lite dunk i kanten og der sovner hun. Sover som et barn, uten å bevege seg, bare ligger der, til dagen igjen vekker henne og hun da husker å være noen andre igjen. Hun tar på seg sin fineste kjole, hennes beste parfyme og sminken sitter perfekt på. &lt;br /&gt;Ingen mistenker henne for å være noe annet enn lykkelig. Ingen mistenker henne for å ikke smile, hun bare smiler, nikker, gjør alt som forventes. Kalles konservativ, men liker det fordi hun vet at de lever på hennes løgn. Hun vet at nak dørene, er hun ikke dette "perfekte" smilet. Bak dørene er hun det syke menneske alle frykter. Hun  viser det selvfølgelig ikke til noen, og hun later jo som om hun er bra ellers.&lt;br /&gt;Det værste er at, ingen mistenker henne! &lt;br /&gt;Men hun lever der.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/SeN6dyaKAJI/AAAAAAAAAME/ZYBe04F5xz4/s1600-h/perfect.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 183px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/SeN6dyaKAJI/AAAAAAAAAME/ZYBe04F5xz4/s200/perfect.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324233836648333458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Sjokket som gjorde meg mest redd var at selv om han ikke kjente henne så godt, så kunne han gjette så mye rett. Noe hun selv ikke hadde inrømt for seg selv, hun nektet selvfølgelig selv om sjokket tok henne med et slag i magen. At han kunne ha så mye rett! Utrolig.&lt;br /&gt;Hun fortalte at hun gråt ikke, slik gjorde man bare ikke. Det var svakt, og dessuten hadde hun ikke noe å gråte for. Det værste som hadde skjedd henne var at et familiemedlem hadde dødd, og det var ikke noe å gråte for, fordi hun ikke hadde kjent han så godt uansett.&lt;br /&gt;Så, oppsumering: Hun var rett og slett ikke like fantastisk som hun trodde alle trodde om henne.&lt;br /&gt;Hva gikk galt egentlig?&lt;br /&gt;Grunnen til det var muligens at hun rett og slett livredd noen skulle finne ut hva hun var, hvem hun var. Er det så rart egentlig? Å frykte at noen vet for mye om deg? Det er ingen som vet &lt;em&gt;alt &lt;/em&gt;om en person, og derfor vil hun ikke knytte seg til en person, for da vil man helst at denne personen skal vite mest mulig om deg. &lt;br /&gt;Hun lever i sin boble, med sine forvrengte meninger om hvordan alt skal fungere og være.&lt;br /&gt;Og at han hadde så mye rett om henne skremte henne alt for mye, for mye til å kunne takke ja til hans generøse tilbud. Hun er jo bare forvirret vile jeg sagt, hun er forvirret, vet ikke hvor hun vil gå, hva hun vil. Hun vet ikke om det hun føler egentlig er det hun føler, og heller ikke om det er det hun vil. Kanskje holder hun bare på disse følelsene fordi det er de eneste hun kjenner til og det er liksom tryggest. Trygg havn.&lt;br /&gt;Hadde hun hatt svaret på alle spørsmål og åpenbaringer hadde hun kanskje til og med  gitt han det svaret han mest sansynlig ville hørt. Men hun kunne det ikke, hun kunne ikke gi han noe som var så frem og tilbake, han fortjente det ikke. Han fortjente bedre. &lt;br /&gt;Om han bare kunne forstå henne, og skjønne at det var ikke sånn at &lt;em&gt;han &lt;/em&gt;ikke var god nok, det var heller omvendt. Og da han hele tiden gjentok seg og sa han var skuffet og sint, det tærte ned på henne, hun følte at verden skulle rase, og at hun mistet &lt;em&gt;det &lt;/em&gt;vennskapet. Det skulle vell kanskje ikke være lett heller. Men hun er så redd, redd for alt dette med følelser. Hun har jo lært før. Ikke selvlært, ikke alt hvertfall. Men hun har lært. &lt;br /&gt;Hun vil desverre heller ikke dele disse tankene, følelsene og minnene med noen. Tenk deg det værste, de kan bruke det mot henne. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Det tillater hun bare ikke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men, så var det vell slik at hun heller tenkte på å hoppe da hun satt på toppen og måtte fortelle han alt dette. Hun hadde en strålende mulighet til å bare ta et skritt så kunne alle smertene, løgnene og all den falske gleden vært borte. Jeg kunne vært emg selv, død. Men der forsnakket jeg meg.&lt;br /&gt;Uansett, jeg var nødt til å isenesette hele hendelsen. Hun syns ikke det var pinlig, men det er også fordi hun ikke eier skam. Hun blir aldri flau. Hun trenger ikke det heller, hun er jo den minst skamlige i familien. Eller etter hennes yngste bror. Men ja, det er ikke hun som skal være skamfull. Men likevel er hun flau over dem. Er det rart? Hun har jo en meget god grunn til å ikke binde seg til slike følelser. Det er en skam, syns, utsultet og forslått tanke. &lt;br /&gt;Ikke spørr, hun hadde mange rare måter å forklare seg på, men likevel fikk hun aldri frem det hun ville. Hun er heller ikke sikker på om de følelsene hun har for "den utvalgte" mannen er ekte lenger. Men hun har sagt det, hun har ikke skreket det, men visket det. Men hun har hvertfall sagt det. De tre ordene som betyr mest for henne i hele verden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Jeg elsker han"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men som sagt, forvirrelse og miskapte ord kan være alt hun fikk med seg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6943182587803769798-8821048381786620148?l=grethemarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/feeds/8821048381786620148/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6943182587803769798&amp;postID=8821048381786620148' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/8821048381786620148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/8821048381786620148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/2009/04/tregselens-gjennombrudd-og-fryktens.html' title='Tregselens gjennombrudd og fryktens overskudd.'/><author><name>Grethe Marita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13549293521539080123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S3G5mfW33gI/AAAAAAAAAbs/4myGfAhTNAE/S220/OgAAAFoNmXq-Tw9ES-vVYvQZLvY2eiTs3P9cDT9P3cfj20-aSI1c7E1T9Wte0WQBbhcof2oLjwyAAlo0r68QhtS_wxUAm1T1UDN1ATMQTQRxh5-fHXzdLkbODHN2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/SeN6eO5fGjI/AAAAAAAAAMM/0QHRxLj7s-I/s72-c/eyes.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943182587803769798.post-5835742017073235316</id><published>2009-04-11T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T14:58:43.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Påske start? Påske slutt!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok, nå er ikke hodet mitt helt meg og jeg husker ikke alt som har skjedd siden sist. Heller ikke i rekkefølge tror jeg. Men hvertfall, det er påskeferie og den første helgen dro jeg til Skien, siste dagen på jobb fikk jeg krav, altså bonus. Det var digg. I skien slappet vi av hos Bård og tok oss en pils. Det var koselig. Så på søndag var Morten, Monica, Michelle, Tim, Eirik og meg på Mølen. Det var kjempe koselig, og været var fantastisk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Her er noen bilder :)&lt;br /&gt;Trykker du på&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/SeCm2NzmXfI/AAAAAAAAALQ/6GrEad_v_Bg/s1600-h/IMG_1235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/SeCm2NzmXfI/AAAAAAAAALQ/6GrEad_v_Bg/s200/IMG_1235.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323438209901157874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/SeCm2IUSy1I/AAAAAAAAALI/BHHL0od_zu4/s1600-h/IMG_1179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/SeCm2IUSy1I/AAAAAAAAALI/BHHL0od_zu4/s200/IMG_1179.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323438208427674450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/SeCm1_HataI/AAAAAAAAALA/lAN1xJi-0fI/s1600-h/IMG_1191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/SeCm1_HataI/AAAAAAAAALA/lAN1xJi-0fI/s200/IMG_1191.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323438205957748130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;På mandag var det jobb, på tirsdag jobb, og onsdag jobb. Men på onsdag klarte jeg og sovne på bussen, så måtte gå fra byen i Sandefjord til jobb. Kom bare 3 min for sent da. Litt proud over det da. Etter jobb tok jeg meg en tur til Christopher der Eirik også var. De satt og slappet av med cider faktisk. Rundt åtte måtte jeg gå, og Eirik fulgte meg hjem, noe som kanskje ikke var like lurt fordi han ikke helt var seg selv, men vi gikk oss heldigvis ikke vill, og tror han fant veien tilbake. Ok, på torsdag skulle egentlig disse to komme til meg, men det gikk ikke busser så det blei det ikke noe av. Så istedet sovnet jeg på verandaen og fikk meg noen fregner, altså tusen stykker på nesa. Men jeg bestemte meg for å overse det, de forsvinner etterhvert, noen av de.&lt;br /&gt;Jeg bare slappet av hele dagen og etterhvert kom Anders og Glenn, vi satt da og så på Pirates of the caribien, og noe annet ekkelt etterpå. På nrk1 tror jeg. Uansett. Det var bare nasty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;På fredag var jeg først i familie middag så dro jeg mot pappas vilje og etter en lang diskusjon til Christopher på fest. DET angrer jeg ikke på, var kjempe koselig. Masse kjent folk. Dro hjem med Jani sent, og det værste er at pappa opførte seg som om ingenting hadde skjedd. &lt;br /&gt;Altså, jeg vant kampen, akk så!&lt;br /&gt;Så idag tidlig dro jeg tilbake. Der Stine, Christopher og Chadman var de enste igjen. Det var koselig, ikke det at vi ble så lenge, men men. Vi måtte alle gå, og det var såååå fint vær. Hjemm hang jeg med Resmije, det er så lenge siden jeg har sett henne. Det var koselig. Vi så på Hankock eller hvordan man skriver det, og spilte kort til sent. Egentlig ble jeg beedt på nachos hos Mona, men jeg fant ingen løsning på transport, så måtte droppe det. Det var dritt.&lt;br /&gt;Imorgen skal jeg med Christopher, og om det skjærer seg spiller jeg litt wolley med Resmijeg. Man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6943182587803769798-5835742017073235316?l=grethemarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/feeds/5835742017073235316/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6943182587803769798&amp;postID=5835742017073235316' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/5835742017073235316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/5835742017073235316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/2009/04/ok-na-er-ikke-hodet-mitt-helt-meg-og.html' title='Påske start? Påske slutt!'/><author><name>Grethe Marita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13549293521539080123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S3G5mfW33gI/AAAAAAAAAbs/4myGfAhTNAE/S220/OgAAAFoNmXq-Tw9ES-vVYvQZLvY2eiTs3P9cDT9P3cfj20-aSI1c7E1T9Wte0WQBbhcof2oLjwyAAlo0r68QhtS_wxUAm1T1UDN1ATMQTQRxh5-fHXzdLkbODHN2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/SeCm2NzmXfI/AAAAAAAAALQ/6GrEad_v_Bg/s72-c/IMG_1235.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943182587803769798.post-7611408846756496433</id><published>2009-03-29T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T14:17:52.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Siste helg i mars</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kort om helgen. Vell, på fredag var jeg jo på K1, konsert. Det var morsomt, mange band jeg ikke hadde hørt før. Og med mange, mener jeg alle. Jeg har liksom alltid klart å ungå noen av de, at jeg akkurat ikke har rukket det. Men denne gangen fikk jeg de med meg. Etter konserten dro en gjeng til Chadman. Jeg vet ikke hvorfor, men jeg var ikke helt på topp. Og rundt tolv hentet moren til Su oss, så Stine og meg satt på, altså -oss-. Hjemme satt vi på en film og stekte pizza. En til hver.Filmen,  Cider house Rules, var kjempe fin, så langt vi kom før Stine sovna på soffaen og jeg begynte å rydde litt. Måtte selvfølgelig vekke henne og få henne til sengs. Så den natten ble jeg vekt ett parr ganger av Stine som måtte på do. Og noe jeg aldri har skjønt, hvorfor SPØRR du? Bare bruk doen, mi casa es su casa! Men, men, du er en underlig sjel. På lørdag våknet jeg rundt elleve og ryddet, vasket opp og lagde frokost til Stine og meg. Jeg er så søt, haha, nei, men jeg hadde klart meg fint om jeg hadde bodd alene. Lagde altså da speilegg, to til hver. Og så prøvde vi å se videre på filmen der vi slapp, men da ville plutselig ikke DVD spilleren fungere. Tett. Da vi hadde våknet litt mere til kom Vegard da, han kjørte oss opp til Nordbyen der vi var i la meg se, fem hele minutter før Stine dro til byen. Jeg orket ikke å være med, så jeg dro hjem, men var ikke der lenge før jeg dro til Ilda. Egentlig skulle jeg til Frida i Sandefjord, men jeg følte meg ikke helt bra, så Chadi og Michelle kom heller innom til meg. Jeg satte på en pizza til de og stekte mais keisj til meg. Veggetarmat.  Lagde te og så satt vi å så på Disney Channel, jeg merker jeg ser for mye på tv, når jeg kan alle theme-sangene til hver eneste serie. Til og med "når det ringer ut, USA". Senere kom Glenn, det var koselig. Og de ble vell til rundt tolv, Glenn dro halv ett, begge bare satt der og stirra, kjempe trøtte. Jeg orket ingenting, så jeg fant ut at jeg måtte nok legge meg.   &lt;br /&gt;Og idag, idag sto jeg opp kjempe sent, rundt tolv tror jeg, og fant ut at jeg skulle rydde hjemme før pappa og Jonathan kom hjem. Så jeg støvsugde og vasket kjøkkenet. Ikke hele huset, men noe. Så resten av tiden brukte jeg på å stelle meg, tok meg en dusj og ordnet meg. Neste ting opp var Aidas bursdag. Egentlig har hun bursdag imorgen, men vi feiret den idag. &lt;br /&gt;Ok, noe mere? jo, en morsom dialog jeg og aida hadde til Ilda kom.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, here I go:&lt;br /&gt;A: Du vet du skal stille til sommertid ida?&lt;br /&gt;G: Hæ? Så klokka er bare halv fem?&lt;br /&gt;A: JA!&lt;br /&gt;G: OI! kjitt.&lt;br /&gt;Ilda: Nei, du skal stille forrover!&lt;br /&gt;G: Ah! Så klokka er halv sju?&lt;br /&gt;A: Serr? Jammen da kom det ingen til bursdagen min da!&lt;br /&gt;Ilda: NEI! Den ER halv seks!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, blond-moment!&lt;br /&gt;Skriver mere imorgen.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6943182587803769798-7611408846756496433?l=grethemarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/feeds/7611408846756496433/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6943182587803769798&amp;postID=7611408846756496433' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/7611408846756496433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/7611408846756496433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/2009/03/kort-om-helgen.html' title='Siste helg i mars'/><author><name>Grethe Marita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13549293521539080123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S3G5mfW33gI/AAAAAAAAAbs/4myGfAhTNAE/S220/OgAAAFoNmXq-Tw9ES-vVYvQZLvY2eiTs3P9cDT9P3cfj20-aSI1c7E1T9Wte0WQBbhcof2oLjwyAAlo0r68QhtS_wxUAm1T1UDN1ATMQTQRxh5-fHXzdLkbODHN2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943182587803769798.post-4541340872180874688</id><published>2009-03-27T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T10:38:46.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You gotta, gotta believe me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Trip, trap, close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Wake up and forget the lies&lt;br /&gt;1, 2, 3 now it's over&lt;br /&gt;See you again, when you are sober&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A, B, C you breathe your air&lt;br /&gt;He knocks you out, twice a year&lt;br /&gt;Green and yellow, they burn it up&lt;br /&gt;The magic's gone, you gotta stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trip, trap, up again&lt;br /&gt;You do the same to erraise your pain&lt;br /&gt;xoxo, kiss goodnight&lt;br /&gt;When you wake up, you'll fight your fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time, in a freamaway land&lt;br /&gt;You made your wish, and now it's in your hand&lt;br /&gt;Bobedibo, your choice is gone&lt;br /&gt;You made it then, and now it's on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A, B, C, you breathe their air&lt;br /&gt;She knocks you out twice a year&lt;br /&gt;Green and yellow, you burn it up&lt;br /&gt;The magic's gone, but they can't stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Et lite dikt inspirert av ting, og litt barne sang-ish :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/Sc0OsWLWxRI/AAAAAAAAAKY/Gqir6K9cqp4/s1600-h/n746698794_1401809_1059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/Sc0OsWLWxRI/AAAAAAAAAKY/Gqir6K9cqp4/s320/n746698794_1401809_1059.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317922890024666386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Her er et bilde fra en tidligere konsert. I desemeber da, men "grethe band" som jeg egentlig ville skulle hete "Sunrice attack"(f.v. Anders, Petter, Grethe/meg og Glenn på trommer) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nå er det K1 time, skal på konsert. Savner det altså, er så lenge siden. Og er hjemme alene hele helgen, det er så digg! Så Stine skal sove over her ja, det blir nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6943182587803769798-4541340872180874688?l=grethemarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/feeds/4541340872180874688/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6943182587803769798&amp;postID=4541340872180874688' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/4541340872180874688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/4541340872180874688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-gotta-gotta-believe-me.html' title='You gotta, gotta believe me!'/><author><name>Grethe Marita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13549293521539080123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S3G5mfW33gI/AAAAAAAAAbs/4myGfAhTNAE/S220/OgAAAFoNmXq-Tw9ES-vVYvQZLvY2eiTs3P9cDT9P3cfj20-aSI1c7E1T9Wte0WQBbhcof2oLjwyAAlo0r68QhtS_wxUAm1T1UDN1ATMQTQRxh5-fHXzdLkbODHN2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/Sc0OsWLWxRI/AAAAAAAAAKY/Gqir6K9cqp4/s72-c/n746698794_1401809_1059.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943182587803769798.post-64472501021044104</id><published>2009-03-22T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T10:38:00.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My last goodbye</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Jeg lovte å legge ut bilder av vertical labret'en min og tattoo'en til Elwin, men har ikke bilde av Elwin enda. Men her er leppa mi hvertfall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/ScZ0grLnJyI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/zlUXbNLPyyk/s1600-h/P3220089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/ScZ0grLnJyI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/zlUXbNLPyyk/s320/P3220089.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316064514853512994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jeg er veldig fornøyd da ^^ &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, jeg har i det siste prøvd å overbevise meg selv om at det er de retningene jeg vil, men så blir jeg liksom aldri fornøy. Jeg er usikker og jeg aner ikke hva jeg vil. Jeg drømmer rare ting, og jeg drømmer ofte, noe jeg vanligvis ikke gjør. Og mennesker jeg ikke omgås med er i drømmene, surrealistiske ting, men på en veldig normal måte. &lt;br /&gt;Vanskelig å forklare. &lt;br /&gt;Men poenget mitt er, at jeg ikke skjønner hva som skjer med meg...&lt;br /&gt;Det er så mye jeg savner, så mye jeg egentlig trenger, men jeg vet ikke hva. Uh, emo innlegg idag.&lt;br /&gt;Poenget med innleggs navnet er at jeg da vil si hadet for siste gang til alle disse ukjente følelsene, jeg vil si hadet til alt som har med bl.annet det og gjøre. Jeg vil ikke tenke på deg mere, fra nå av er vi bare bekjente. Jeg håper jeg klarer å overbevise megselv om det hvertfall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Igår var jeg i byen i Sandefjord med Emil og Christopher. Serriøst, det er så morsomt å være med de, Christopher tuller med dialekta til Emil hele tiden, det er så gøy. Emil skjønner da altså ikke humoren i det, men jeg ler like godt hver gang. &lt;br /&gt;Etterhvert kom Eirik, så mista jeg mobilen min. Sjokk.&lt;br /&gt;Da vi leita kom Alice og Thea løpende, eller, Alice kom løpende. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;Vi gikk rundt å leita, og Christopher ringta og noen hadde heldigvis funnet den. &lt;br /&gt;Da måtte jeg gå, skulle på Unite Larvik, som var sinnsykt bra. Men det var også trist at jeg måtte gå, fordi Chadi kom like etter at jeg dro.&lt;br /&gt;Men, men...jeg hadde det gøy på bussen da. Overhøre samtalen til sånne søte fjortis gangsta's som er eldre enn meg. Åh, det er så gøy å høre på. &lt;br /&gt;Uansett, jeg er så glad mange av tingene mellom noen mennesker og meg blir ordnet opp i. At noen forstår, og ikke bare er tette og driter i det.&lt;br /&gt;Jeg håper bare at en dag, når jeg forsvinner, så skal mennesker forstå. Jeg skal gjøre noe, lage noe, som gjør at alle forstår. At alle vil forstå, alle vil få beskjed.&lt;br /&gt;Det skal gjøres elegant og vakkert, ved et minnefult sted.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deadlock - The brave/ Agony applause&lt;br /&gt;En sang jeg vil dere skal høre på.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6943182587803769798-64472501021044104?l=grethemarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/feeds/64472501021044104/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6943182587803769798&amp;postID=64472501021044104' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/64472501021044104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/64472501021044104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-last-goodbye.html' title='My last goodbye'/><author><name>Grethe Marita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13549293521539080123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S3G5mfW33gI/AAAAAAAAAbs/4myGfAhTNAE/S220/OgAAAFoNmXq-Tw9ES-vVYvQZLvY2eiTs3P9cDT9P3cfj20-aSI1c7E1T9Wte0WQBbhcof2oLjwyAAlo0r68QhtS_wxUAm1T1UDN1ATMQTQRxh5-fHXzdLkbODHN2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/ScZ0grLnJyI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/zlUXbNLPyyk/s72-c/P3220089.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943182587803769798.post-5826086747297985325</id><published>2009-03-19T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T14:30:39.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back again, and for good this time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jeg bestemte meg for å blogge igjen, denne gangen har jeg tenkt nøye gjennom alle valgene mine. Jeg har fått oppleve å bli kjent med herlige mennesker, og jeg har utforsket grenser. Også har jeg funne ut masse nytt om gamle venner, at de som sa de brydde seg, egentlig ikke gjør det, men fint bytter ut gammelt til nytt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En liten oppsumering av alt det som har skjedd siden sist: Vell, det er jo nesten to måneder siden sist, men likevel tar jeg kun med det aller viktigste. Og ikke i rekkefølge, skal prøve å huske dato.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, det har vært mye tungt som har skjedd når det gjelder følelser. Jeg har fått bekreftet sanheten med det fakta jeg ble tildelt tidligere i vinter. Jeg ble knust, har aldri følt et så stort tap. Det var akkurat som om noen slo pusten vekk fra meg, at alt ble tomt og at følelsene mine forsvant med nyhetene.  Michelle og Chadi gjorde det "slutt", eller det de hadde ble avsluttet, fordi de var jo aldri ordentlig sammen kan man si. Det var trist, men har alltid ment at Michelle og Elwin hører sammen, og jeg syns det er fantastisk at de fant til hverandre igjen, noe jeg visste komme til å skje. Så var det jo kjempe, kjempe bra syns nå jeg. Jeg bryr meg veldig mye om vennene mine, så det er sagt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Også har det vært UKM, i Larvik hadde jeg to bilder utstilt, og sang med Alice. Kom videre med bildene, noe jeg syns var så kult, og det var bildene jeg satset på. Helga etter sov Sanne hos meg, "Kan vi snakke i mørket?" Internt, jeg var kjempe trøtt. Så det var jeg i Tønsberg og så på UKM der, fikk bare med meg første del, fordi Sanne, Stine og jeg måtte dra til Sandefjord, hvor vi møtte Nanett og sov hos henne. Det var kjempe koselig! Så helga etter der igjen, altså for en uke siden så var jeg med på UKM i Sandefjord med egen sang, sang på spansk. Jeg var kjempe nervøs og rotet til alt sammen. Elwin og Stine var sykt flinke, men det var trist de ikke kom videre. Det samme med Hidden Purity, det nye av dem var veldig bra.  Angel dedikerte sangen hans til Stine og greier, jeg syns det var kjempe søtt da! Også var det vell ikke så mye mere fra den helga. På Onsdag var jeg i Oslo meg klassen. Vi var på industri museet, moderne kunst museet eller noe, og i den Norske Opera. Omvisningene var ikke så morsomme, men det var jo helt greit. Stine klarte å rote seg bort også, ble kjempe irritert, men måtte le av det. Shoppet ikke så mye, men fikk kjøpt en ny kjole, bok og CD. Michael Bublé, og The Host. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeg er blitt kjent med Christopher og Emil, to veldig koselige mennesker. Christopher er som en Chadi, han er akkurat som om jeg har kjent han kjempe lenge. Er veldig avslappet rundt han, som med Chadman :D&lt;br /&gt;Så idag var Mick, Christopher, Stine, Elwin og meg på tjølling tattoo...Jeg tok piercing, vertical labret. Den var ikke så vond faktisk. Christopher tok i nesa, og Elwin tok tattoveringen jeg hadde tegna. Jeg er litt proud da, men selvfølgelig, betydningen er mye viktigere.&lt;br /&gt;Skriver mere når jeg får tid, og skal legge ut bilder av Elwin sin tattoo og min labret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6943182587803769798-5826086747297985325?l=grethemarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/feeds/5826086747297985325/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6943182587803769798&amp;postID=5826086747297985325' title='1 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/5826086747297985325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/5826086747297985325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/2009/03/back-again-and-for-good-this-time.html' title='Back again, and for good this time'/><author><name>Grethe Marita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13549293521539080123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S3G5mfW33gI/AAAAAAAAAbs/4myGfAhTNAE/S220/OgAAAFoNmXq-Tw9ES-vVYvQZLvY2eiTs3P9cDT9P3cfj20-aSI1c7E1T9Wte0WQBbhcof2oLjwyAAlo0r68QhtS_wxUAm1T1UDN1ATMQTQRxh5-fHXzdLkbODHN2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943182587803769798.post-8041890803751144906</id><published>2009-02-25T09:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T09:24:00.281-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The End</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jeg tror jeg slutter med bloggskriving. Jeg skal ikke slette den, fordi det er jo mange koselige og ehm, ikke så koselige ting her. Men hvertfall, det er koselig å mimre til, le til. Ting man kan huske som noe bra, godt. &lt;br /&gt;Jeg orker rett og slett ikke mere å fortsette å oppdatere, og bare i det siste, kan jeg ikke si at noe har vært særlig oppmuntrende og hyggelig. Derfor, gir jeg opp.&lt;br /&gt;Til alle dere som faktisk har giddi å lese, takk, og til alle andre. Hm, ikke noe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/SaV-UQGn41I/AAAAAAAAAKI/by5dillWpSQ/s1600-h/Saturno_devorando_a_su_hijo+Francisco+Goya+ca+1820.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 179px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/SaV-UQGn41I/AAAAAAAAAKI/by5dillWpSQ/s320/Saturno_devorando_a_su_hijo+Francisco+Goya+ca+1820.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306786622311228242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Et av mine favoritt kunstnere: Fransisco Goya.Til dere som kjenner meg, dere skjønner hvorfor jeg liker han.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6943182587803769798-8041890803751144906?l=grethemarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/feeds/8041890803751144906/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6943182587803769798&amp;postID=8041890803751144906' title='1 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/8041890803751144906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/8041890803751144906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/2009/02/end.html' title='The End'/><author><name>Grethe Marita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13549293521539080123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S3G5mfW33gI/AAAAAAAAAbs/4myGfAhTNAE/S220/OgAAAFoNmXq-Tw9ES-vVYvQZLvY2eiTs3P9cDT9P3cfj20-aSI1c7E1T9Wte0WQBbhcof2oLjwyAAlo0r68QhtS_wxUAm1T1UDN1ATMQTQRxh5-fHXzdLkbODHN2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/SaV-UQGn41I/AAAAAAAAAKI/by5dillWpSQ/s72-c/Saturno_devorando_a_su_hijo+Francisco+Goya+ca+1820.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943182587803769798.post-5907540547269336600</id><published>2009-02-21T14:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T14:37:54.099-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck it all!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's right, Fuck it &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ALL!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6943182587803769798-5907540547269336600?l=grethemarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/feeds/5907540547269336600/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6943182587803769798&amp;postID=5907540547269336600' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/5907540547269336600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/5907540547269336600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/2009/02/fuck-it-all.html' title='Fuck it all!'/><author><name>Grethe Marita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13549293521539080123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S3G5mfW33gI/AAAAAAAAAbs/4myGfAhTNAE/S220/OgAAAFoNmXq-Tw9ES-vVYvQZLvY2eiTs3P9cDT9P3cfj20-aSI1c7E1T9Wte0WQBbhcof2oLjwyAAlo0r68QhtS_wxUAm1T1UDN1ATMQTQRxh5-fHXzdLkbODHN2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943182587803769798.post-5277497432043830095</id><published>2009-02-20T05:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T06:58:18.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid love-obsessed universe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is it THAT hard to understand me? To understand why I'm being so negativ all the fucking time! This stupid world! This stubid obsession! This stupid everything!&lt;br /&gt;I just can't find the point anymore, I can't find the meaning I used to live for. &lt;br /&gt;I also think I don't believe in true love anymore. Or taking Chadis idea.&lt;br /&gt;"I believe in true love, I just don't believe it is meant to everyone. And I'm not the lucky one"&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that make sensce! &lt;br /&gt;So, real love doesn't excist for me, how cruel is the world!&lt;br /&gt;I don't think faith likes me anymore, but I was kind of stupid to believe she did in the first place. Stupid enough to believe true love excisted for me.&lt;br /&gt;Not anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided that I'm not gonna fall in love with anyone ever again! I'm just waiting for this stupid crush to get over, then I can start over again.&lt;br /&gt;And then, after school, I'll just pack my bag and travel wherever I want to go. I'll travel to India, to Afrika, to Australia. Europe and China. Just stay in a random city a couple of month and eat for the little money I own when I work. &lt;br /&gt;And the only love I'll ever let myself to feel is the love to excistment. To the world, earth, the air. I'll fall in love with the places I've been, but never in a someone. Never in a person, ever again!  It hurts too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's try some positiv thinkin'.&lt;br /&gt;Hm, ok, I actually have it really great. I got the best friends I could ever ask for, I don't miss anything.&lt;br /&gt;I love living like a misserable loser. I love living my life.What's the deal? I think maby Karma is ater me. Have I been such a bitch that I deserve this?I jsut don't understand, why do some people have it so easy with everything about life and love.&lt;br /&gt;First, I fall in love with the  person I just CAN'T get, then I try to get over him by getting with someone else. After a time I understand that it just doesn't work that way.&lt;br /&gt;I did that mistake twice. &lt;br /&gt;And when I maby think I can get a chance with someone, everything get's destroyed. They never answeres the phone, they don't text me. What to do? Nothing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6943182587803769798-5277497432043830095?l=grethemarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/feeds/5277497432043830095/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6943182587803769798&amp;postID=5277497432043830095' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/5277497432043830095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/5277497432043830095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/2009/02/stupid-love-obsessed-universe.html' title='Stupid love-obsessed universe'/><author><name>Grethe Marita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13549293521539080123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S3G5mfW33gI/AAAAAAAAAbs/4myGfAhTNAE/S220/OgAAAFoNmXq-Tw9ES-vVYvQZLvY2eiTs3P9cDT9P3cfj20-aSI1c7E1T9Wte0WQBbhcof2oLjwyAAlo0r68QhtS_wxUAm1T1UDN1ATMQTQRxh5-fHXzdLkbODHN2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943182587803769798.post-3005999281931115283</id><published>2009-02-19T11:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T02:55:15.645-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why does it always rain on me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;På tirsdag var det koselig, Alice sov hos meg, så vi ble intervjuet av ØP. Noe som var rart, fordi aviser alltid vrenger på det en sier. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.op.no/kultur/article4134451.ece"&gt;Du kan trykke her å se det selv.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Så skulle jeg egentlig ned til byen på Café med Chadi, men det skjedde jo ikke, så møtte Anders i byen. Vi sto å snakket skikkelig lenge  med Lars Terje, som jeg ikke hadde sett på kjempe lenge.&lt;br /&gt;Så etter en stund  da Chadi aldri kom dro Alice, Anders og meg  ned tik k1 istedet.&lt;br /&gt;Og gjett om jeg ble glad! Kia var der! Jeg bar løp bort og omfavnet henne! Jeg har egentlig ikke kjent Kia sånn kjempe-kjempe lenge, men er så glad i henne! Hun er så lett å bli glad i!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;På onsdag dro jeg til Skien, som planlagt. Michelle hadde bursdag, og det var koeslig. Masse greier.Men nok om  det.Jeg har de siste dagene/ukene bare levd inne i mitt eget hode. Har ikke kunnet bevegd meg utenfor, noe som er litt trist, fordi jeg savner alt som det pleide å være. Ei venninne spurte meg idag hvorfor jeg var så negativ til dette med forrhold og alt det der. Hm, nei si det. Kanskje fordi det eneste jeg vil er et valg jeg ikke kan velge. Det er ikke noe valg, det er mere en premie kun de aller-aller heldigste kan vinne. Og desverre er verden så uretferdig, at jeg er ikke en av de heldige vinnerne. Også var det en annen venn som sa han var beskymret for meg. Fordi jeg har lagt til meg en stygg uvane de siste dagene, altså det at jeg blir fjern, med vilje.Men det er fordi da kan jeg leve meg tilbake til 'gamle dager' da man ikke likte det uoppnålige. Dumme, dumme, teite verden!Kjærlighet.Også pluss alle de andre spørsmålene inne i hodet mitt, som ikke inngår 'gamle dager'. Men nå-tiden, eller rettere sagt, frem tiden. Ingen av spørsmålene blir besvart, og da er det jo nesten ikke vits i å høre på de bli stilt.Og på toppen av alt det, er det ikke bare mine egne spørsmål som skal bli besvart, men også alle andre som løper bort og tror jeg vet om en kilde av kunnskap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, nå er jeg helt klart gal. Mere enn før altså. Men noen ganger er lengselen mye sterkere enn andre ganger, det er ikke noe jeg kan gjøre noe med. Og ja, jeg skal fortsette å beskytte og stå opp for uansett hvor mye vondt jeg får fra den siden. Men det er verdt det, fordi jeg er bare ikke det de leter etter. Så jeg kan jo ikke akkurat klage, kan jeg?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6943182587803769798-3005999281931115283?l=grethemarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/feeds/3005999281931115283/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6943182587803769798&amp;postID=3005999281931115283' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/3005999281931115283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/3005999281931115283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/2009/02/why-does-it-always-rain-on-me.html' title='Why does it always rain on me?'/><author><name>Grethe Marita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13549293521539080123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S3G5mfW33gI/AAAAAAAAAbs/4myGfAhTNAE/S220/OgAAAFoNmXq-Tw9ES-vVYvQZLvY2eiTs3P9cDT9P3cfj20-aSI1c7E1T9Wte0WQBbhcof2oLjwyAAlo0r68QhtS_wxUAm1T1UDN1ATMQTQRxh5-fHXzdLkbODHN2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943182587803769798.post-9061245655808878419</id><published>2009-02-14T11:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T11:15:42.467-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's crap!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;Så mye kjedet jeg meg på selveste St. Valentine's day!&lt;br /&gt;Jeg har jo sagt at Valentins dagen sucks!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hmm, kanskje jeg skal begynne å bruke briller? Da vil jeg ha sånne:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Jeg kler det litt da?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/SZcXUgXUk0I/AAAAAAAAAKA/41oBx5PZUw8/s1600-h/webcam.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/SZcXUgXUk0I/AAAAAAAAAKA/41oBx5PZUw8/s320/webcam.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302732727304622914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6943182587803769798-9061245655808878419?l=grethemarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/feeds/9061245655808878419/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6943182587803769798&amp;postID=9061245655808878419' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/9061245655808878419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6943182587803769798/posts/default/9061245655808878419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grethemarita.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines-crap.html' title='Valentine&apos;s crap!'/><author><name>Grethe Marita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13549293521539080123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/S3G5mfW33gI/AAAAAAAAAbs/4myGfAhTNAE/S220/OgAAAFoNmXq-Tw9ES-vVYvQZLvY2eiTs3P9cDT9P3cfj20-aSI1c7E1T9Wte0WQBbhcof2oLjwyAAlo0r68QhtS_wxUAm1T1UDN1ATMQTQRxh5-fHXzdLkbODHN2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1qHm2gyze40/SZcXUgXUk0I/AAAAAAAAAKA/41oBx5PZUw8/s72-c/webcam.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
