<?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-6115087034156081630</id><updated>2011-04-22T01:07:51.909+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Pernille. :]</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifanyonecared.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115087034156081630/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifanyonecared.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Pernille Tårnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15729101507690647008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SSGuivk9PVI/AAAAAAAAANo/yf-QGUtgyf4/S220/n587601894_2471.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>68</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115087034156081630.post-5828120496950133912</id><published>2009-03-02T15:50:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T15:56:49.119+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nemlig.</title><content type='html'>Nemlig, jeg skal småblogge igjen. (:&lt;br /&gt;Lang pause-sak nå, ting går meg ofte på nervene og jeg har trengt tid til å tenke. Dere må nesten bare tilgi meg, små venner, - jeg er glad i dere vet dere. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ja, men ihvertfall.&lt;br /&gt;Jeg og Simen har vært sammen i akkurat 7 mnd. og 6 dager. ^^&lt;br /&gt;Jeg og Nassa er venner, skal til henne til helga tror jeg.&lt;br /&gt;Jeg bruker og mixer klær i klesskapet mitt, det er gøy.&lt;br /&gt;Jeg har vært på utdanningsmesse, noe som var utrolig spennende.&lt;br /&gt;Jeg er ikke like deprimert lenger&lt;br /&gt;Me like The Used. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeg kommer ikke på noe spesielt å fortelle dere, men jeg har ihvertfall begynt å stå på slalom. Det har resultert i noen tryn og veldigveldig ømme legger, men ikke noe mer enn det. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fader. Duste-pc, høyreklikk-saken på musa funker ikke så jeg får ikke lagret noen bilder. Min pc er det virus på. &lt;br /&gt;Jeg savner bildene mine, jeg vil at dere skal se dem. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Hvordan går det med dere?&lt;br /&gt;- Har det skjedd noe i det siste?&lt;br /&gt;- Har dere savnet meg? (a)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pernille. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6115087034156081630-5828120496950133912?l=ifanyonecared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifanyonecared.blogspot.com/feeds/5828120496950133912/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115087034156081630&amp;postID=5828120496950133912' title='1 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115087034156081630/posts/default/5828120496950133912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115087034156081630/posts/default/5828120496950133912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifanyonecared.blogspot.com/2009/03/nemlig.html' title='Nemlig.'/><author><name>Pernille Tårnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15729101507690647008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SSGuivk9PVI/AAAAAAAAANo/yf-QGUtgyf4/S220/n587601894_2471.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115087034156081630.post-1930599640145163721</id><published>2009-01-05T20:52:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T20:52:58.746+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tanker.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tanker.     &lt;br /&gt;Hva om vi bare hadde sluttet &amp;#229; tenke. S&amp;#229; lett livet hadde v&amp;#230;rt da. Det er tankene som &amp;#248;delegger oss. Ja, de har f&amp;#248;rt til god utvikling ute i verden, men det sl&amp;#229;r ikke alltid tilbake p&amp;#229; gode m&amp;#229;te.       &lt;br /&gt;Tankene f&amp;#229;r f&amp;#248;lelser til &amp;#229; spire og gro, de p&amp;#229;virker oss b&amp;#229;de fysisk og psykisk, river ett menneske ned bit etter bit. Men til slutt er det likevel tankene som gir oss h&amp;#229;p.      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;- Ja, dagens visdomsord fra Pernille. :']    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;Tenk det, jeg blogger igjen!    &lt;br /&gt;Omg, det f&amp;#248;les som en evighet siden, og det er det jo. Men s&amp;#229; har jeg v&amp;#230;rt litt opptatt med Simen s&amp;#229; har ikke hatt tilgang til internett. &amp;gt;&amp;lt;    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;Ja, f&amp;#248;rst og fremst, det ble svart kjole - svart topp - r&amp;#248;dt belte, men selskapet hos mormoren og morfaren til Simen fikk jeg ikke v&amp;#230;rt med i.    &lt;br /&gt;Julaften derimot, hos bestemor, den var jeg med p&amp;#229;. Det endte med at mamma ble kastet ut (nesten ihvertfall) og kj&amp;#248;rte gr&amp;#229;tende hjem imens jeg og s&amp;#248;sknene mine skulle bli hos bestemor til 2. juledag. omg, det er den verste julaftenen noensinne!    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;Romjula var fantastisk, gidder ikke g&amp;#229; i detaljer, men de fire siste dagen av ferien var vi p&amp;#229; Skeikampen og jeg har endelig funnet ut at jeg skal st&amp;#229; p&amp;#229; ski med Simen, kommer ikke utenom n&amp;#229;r han elsker ski. (x    &lt;br /&gt;Jeg p&amp;#229; slalom, han p&amp;#229; twintip. Watch out people, I suck. &amp;gt;&amp;lt;    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;Jeg fikk tre timr s&amp;#248;vn f&amp;#248;r vekkerklokka mi ringte, jeg klarte ikke vekke mamma, ringte pappa og Hennie for &amp;#229; sp&amp;#248;rre hva jeg burde gj&amp;#248;re, sovna til 13.00. Min f&amp;#248;rste skoledag er i morgen. &amp;gt;&amp;lt;    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;- Hva har dere gjort i romjula?    &lt;br /&gt;- Hvordan var deres f&amp;#248;rste skoledag?    &lt;br /&gt;- Hva synes dere om visdomsordene mine?    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;Later. Pernille. (:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6115087034156081630-1930599640145163721?l=ifanyonecared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifanyonecared.blogspot.com/feeds/1930599640145163721/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115087034156081630&amp;postID=1930599640145163721' title='5 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115087034156081630/posts/default/1930599640145163721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115087034156081630/posts/default/1930599640145163721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifanyonecared.blogspot.com/2009/01/tanker.html' title='Tanker.'/><author><name>Pernille Tårnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15729101507690647008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SSGuivk9PVI/AAAAAAAAANo/yf-QGUtgyf4/S220/n587601894_2471.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115087034156081630.post-4676157301856043121</id><published>2008-12-23T20:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T20:53:49.475+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Lillejulaften og Karl.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SVFBxk6asqI/AAAAAAAAAYs/jzHO1tgCgOo/s1600-h/2utonef%5B9%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="320" alt="2utonef" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SVFBy5mstHI/AAAAAAAAAYw/L0x9EtV5bsg/2utonef_thumb%5B7%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Se hva Karl lagde til meg. (:   &lt;br /&gt;Look at my eyes. :D   &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Haha, stakkars Karl, han kom hele veien fra De&amp;#248;r til Brevik for &amp;#229; m&amp;#248;te meg, ogs&amp;#229; mista han bussen han skulle ta hjem. Jeg fulgte han halvveis omtrent, men da var klokka allerede 15 min. over n&amp;#229;r han egentlig skulle v&amp;#230;rt hjemme. Han fikk husarrest pga. meg. &amp;gt;&amp;lt; Dette skjedde da i g&amp;#229;r.   &lt;br /&gt;Egentlig skulle jeg dra til han i dag, men mamma klarte ikke organisere noenting s&amp;#229; det endte opp med at jeg ble sittende hjemme med hovne &amp;#248;yne og v&amp;#229;te kinn etter en j&amp;#230;vlig krangel med mamma. Nei, hu slo meg ikke, jeg gr&amp;#229;t. Mamma begynner selvf&amp;#248;lgelig &amp;quot;Nei, ikke gj&amp;#248;r det da, PERNILLE!&amp;quot;, og da M&amp;#197; jeg jo gj&amp;#248;re det. M&amp;#248;dre er noen manipulerende kjerringer noen ganger. &amp;gt;&amp;lt;   &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;D&amp;#230;ven, i dag er det lillejulaften. Det f&amp;#248;les ikke s&amp;#229;nn. Haha, jeg henger etter, falt av et sted p&amp;#229; veien tenker jeg. (x   &lt;br /&gt;Det f&amp;#248;rste jeg skal gj&amp;#248;re i morgen er vel.. l&amp;#248;pe ned til mamma og mase om morgengave, se p&amp;#229; tre n&amp;#248;tter til Askepott. S&amp;#229; skal mamma klippe meg (hvis hu ikke gj&amp;#248;r det i kveld), s&amp;#229; skal jeg ta p&amp;#229; meg finstasen og trippe rundt helt til vi skal dra til bestemor. Innimellom har jeg nok skrivd et innlegg og retta s&amp;#229; mye p&amp;#229; kl&amp;#230;r/frisyre at det har blitt helt &amp;#248;delagt. (x   &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Apropos finstas.. jeg ELSKER &amp;#229; ta p&amp;#229; meg masse fine kl&amp;#230;r og vise meg fram, julaften er vel den dagen i &amp;#229;ret jeg virklig f&amp;#248;ler meg fin.   &lt;br /&gt;Jeg har enda ikke funnet ut hvilket antrekk jeg skal ha, men hvis jeg tar det med r&amp;#248;dt belte s&amp;#229; kan jeg kanskje bruke gr&amp;#248;nne tights til. Jeg liker gr&amp;#248;nne tights, de er funny. (8   &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Om 3 dager skal jeg til Simen. Det &amp;#229; sitte p&amp;#229; buss i 1 t. og 20 min. er utrolig kjedelig, men n&amp;#229;r jeg skal m&amp;#248;te han s&amp;#229; er det virkelig verdt det! W&amp;#230;h, jeg gleder meg. (8   &lt;br /&gt;Gruer meg bittelittveldig til selskapet hos mormoren og morfaren, men familien jeg har m&amp;#248;tt (folkene p&amp;#229; faren sin side) var visst veldig begeistret for meg. Spesielt.   &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;- Er dere klar for julaften?   &lt;br /&gt;- Hva er det f&amp;#248;rste dere gj&amp;#248;r om morgene p&amp;#229; julaften?   &lt;br /&gt;- Hva skal dere ha p&amp;#229; dere p&amp;#229; julaften?   &lt;br /&gt;- Liker dere gr&amp;#248;nne tights?   &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Cya later, folkz. (:  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6115087034156081630-4676157301856043121?l=ifanyonecared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifanyonecared.blogspot.com/feeds/4676157301856043121/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115087034156081630&amp;postID=4676157301856043121' title='4 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115087034156081630/posts/default/4676157301856043121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115087034156081630/posts/default/4676157301856043121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifanyonecared.blogspot.com/2008/12/lillejulaften-og-karl.html' title='Lillejulaften og Karl.'/><author><name>Pernille Tårnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15729101507690647008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SSGuivk9PVI/AAAAAAAAANo/yf-QGUtgyf4/S220/n587601894_2471.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SVFBy5mstHI/AAAAAAAAAYw/L0x9EtV5bsg/s72-c/2utonef_thumb%5B7%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115087034156081630.post-1297542936068485150</id><published>2008-12-22T13:20:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T13:20:22.021+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Julekjole.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jeg drukner t&amp;#229;rene i musikk. Den harde sannheten fra sangene sl&amp;#229;r mot meg. Smerten iler igjennom hodet mitt og etterlater seg arr som aldri kommer til &amp;#229; bli hvisket ut.     &lt;br /&gt;Hodepinen. Smertene. Det t&amp;#230;rer p&amp;#229;. For hver dag som g&amp;#229;r blir jeg borte, litt etter litt.      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;S&amp;#229;nn g&amp;#229;r det n&amp;#229;r jeg pr&amp;#248;ver &amp;#229; lage noe p&amp;#229; 3 min. hahaha. Me sux, no one care.    &lt;br /&gt;Jeg har lyst til &amp;#229; lage et laaangt innlegg med masse dritt som dere M&amp;#197; svare p&amp;#229;, men det g&amp;#229;r ikke. (x    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Du er s&amp;#229; deilig Pernille. &amp;lt;3     &lt;br /&gt;Jeg har ALDRI m&amp;#248;tt en person som er like skj&amp;#248;nn som deg! Jeg klarer ikke beskrive hva jeg f&amp;#248;ler for deg eller hvilken betydning du har i livet mitt!      &lt;br /&gt;Hvordan du har blitt min er en ting jeg aldri hadde trodd kom til &amp;#229; skje! Du er virkelig den vakreste jeg vet om, og jeg elsker deg av hele mitt hjerte. Resten av meg ogs&amp;#229;. &amp;lt;3      &lt;br /&gt;Jeg kan se for meg lyset p&amp;#229; rommet ditt, men det eneste jeg klarer &amp;#229; forestille meg er at lyset skinner p&amp;#229; din gylne hud og du ligger &amp;#229; smiler med de vakre &amp;#248;ynene dine, som jeg kan stirre i til evig tid. &amp;lt;3&lt;/em&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;Simen er herlig. &amp;lt;3    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;Jeg spiser sjokolade, og har nettopp f&amp;#229;tt masse kjeft av mamma fordi jeg glemte &amp;#229; ta vaskemaskinen i dag s&amp;#229; &amp;quot;jeg har INGEN kl&amp;#230;&amp;#230;&amp;#230;&amp;#230;r&amp;quot;. In my ass, l&amp;#229;n noe av meg da.    &lt;br /&gt;Og n&amp;#229; har jeg v&amp;#230;rt ute &amp;#229; f&amp;#229;tt gave fra Christianbestevenn. &amp;#197;, jeg er s&amp;#229; glad i han. (:    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;Jeg skal til Simen 2. juledag - siste s&amp;#248;ndag i ferien, og da m&amp;#229; jeg delta i selskap hos mormoren og morfaren hans. Jeg skal ha p&amp;#229; meg det samme som jeg skal ha p&amp;#229; p&amp;#229; julaften, men jeg sliter med julekjolen min.. Derfor skal dere stemme, hvilket bilde?    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SU-F_ofGMlI/AAAAAAAAAYc/lFk_nFLp3ZM/s1600-h/Picture%20852%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="244" alt="Picture 852" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SU-GAJZZT_I/AAAAAAAAAYg/vopEp7gko4Y/Picture%20852_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SU-GAqgLIXI/AAAAAAAAAYk/YqD9nFdJ9Do/s1600-h/Picture%20855%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="244" alt="Picture 855" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SU-GBGQkSTI/AAAAAAAAAYo/kcqdE4skSKw/Picture%20855_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;Jeg kan love dere at det ser bedre ut p&amp;#229; ekte. (x    &lt;br /&gt;Og bildene ble tatt p&amp;#229; badet. ^^    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;- Hva skal dere i dag?    &lt;br /&gt;- Hva skal dere i romjula?    &lt;br /&gt;- Hva skal dere p&amp;#229; julaften?    &lt;br /&gt;- Hvilken kjole-sak? VIKTIG!    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;Cya, later. folkz. ^^&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6115087034156081630-1297542936068485150?l=ifanyonecared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifanyonecared.blogspot.com/feeds/1297542936068485150/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115087034156081630&amp;postID=1297542936068485150' title='7 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115087034156081630/posts/default/1297542936068485150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115087034156081630/posts/default/1297542936068485150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifanyonecared.blogspot.com/2008/12/julekjole.html' title='Julekjole.'/><author><name>Pernille Tårnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15729101507690647008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SSGuivk9PVI/AAAAAAAAANo/yf-QGUtgyf4/S220/n587601894_2471.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SU-GAJZZT_I/AAAAAAAAAYg/vopEp7gko4Y/s72-c/Picture%20852_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115087034156081630.post-6431886877473446719</id><published>2008-12-21T15:31:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T15:31:43.412+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Grått.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SU5TSBSAaCI/AAAAAAAAAYU/HE2IQwGZ-Vo/s1600-h/Picture%20819%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="244" alt="Picture 819" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SU5TTLqplDI/AAAAAAAAAYY/7xfrCLgYDLs/Picture%20819_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;Det er greit &amp;#229; kunne sitte &amp;#229; se ut gjennom vinduet n&amp;#229;r det er vakkert ute med sn&amp;#248; og en litt tidlig solnedgang. Men n&amp;#229;r det er som n&amp;#229;, gr&amp;#229;-bl&amp;#229;tt, ikke noe sn&amp;#248; og vind, da er ikke vindustitting like sjarmerende lenger. &amp;gt;&amp;lt;    &lt;br /&gt;Jaja, s&amp;#229; lenge det kommer sn&amp;#248; til julaften skal jeg la Moder Jord styre med naturen selv.    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;Men ihvertfall, jeg lukket gardinene, plukket opp alle sakene fra gulvet, st&amp;#248;vsugde, fjerna det knuste speilet og hang opp Conversene mine, - det ene paret.    &lt;br /&gt;Til slutt tigga jeg med meg telys- og holdere og fant ild. D&amp;#230;ven, s&amp;#229; pent det ser ut her inne n&amp;#229;. (: Jeg er i skikkelig julestemning i dag. (8    &lt;br /&gt;Det er 3 dager til julaften og 5 dager til jeg skal til Simen. JEG GLEDER MEG! :D    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;*tlf. ringer, Pernille tar den*    &lt;br /&gt;- Pernille: Hallo?    &lt;br /&gt;- Pappa: Hei jenta mi.. *senke stemmen* - hvilken BH-st&amp;#248;rrelse bruker du?    &lt;br /&gt;Haha, jeg ler, JEG LER!     &lt;br /&gt;Tror han stod midt i butikken. Jeg synes ikke det er noe &amp;#229; v&amp;#230;re flau over jeg, fortenk. (x    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;Jeg er i godt hum&amp;#248;r i dag, men det er mest fordi rommet mitt ser bra ut for en gangs skyld. Jeg har en bitteliten hodepine, men akkurat n&amp;#229; bryr jeg meg ikke. Skal nyte de siste &amp;#248;yeblikkene f&amp;#248;r jul, og romjula, S&amp;#197; kan jeg g&amp;#229; tilbake til den stressende hverdagen.    &lt;br /&gt;Litt deprimerende tanke at jeg ikke fikk opplevd f&amp;#248;rjulstiden med Simen, men jeg visste jo egentlig at det m&amp;#229;tte bli s&amp;#229;nn. Jeg bor i Son, han bor i Nannestad. Det er 11 mil det folkens, 11 MIL!    &lt;br /&gt;Menmen, han er en utrolig fantastisk person som jeg, hvis dere ikke reagerer for sterkt, elsker. Han er den personen i verden som har mest av min respekt, som jeg kan fortelle alt til og som jeg stoler fullt og helt p&amp;#229;. Han og Hennie. &amp;lt;3    &lt;br /&gt;Ja, jeg er 14, men jeg er veldig bevisst p&amp;#229; f&amp;#248;lelsene mine, jeg har opplevd alt for mye til &amp;#229; ikke vite hva som str&amp;#248;mmer gjennom hjernen og hjertet mitt..    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;BTW, jeg meldte meg inn i konkurransen p&amp;#229; &lt;a href="http://www.fotoverden.blogspot.com"&gt;Fotoverden&lt;/a&gt;, faktisk s&amp;#229; pr&amp;#248;ver jeg &amp;#229; bli m&amp;#229;nedens fotograf. (x     &lt;br /&gt;Ja, litt h&amp;#248;yt &amp;#229; sikte n&amp;#229;r jeg ikke har deltatt i s&amp;#229;nne konkurranser f&amp;#248;r, men det f&amp;#229;r g&amp;#229;. ^^    &lt;br /&gt;Bildet &amp;#248;verst er en av bildene jeg sendte inn, de ble tatt med et 2 megapixels mobilkamera, s&amp;#229; jeg synes ihvertfall ikke det ble s&amp;#229; verst.    &lt;br /&gt;(Den hvite streken er r&amp;#248;yken etter et fly.)    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;- Hvordan ser det ut hos dere?    &lt;br /&gt;- Er dere glad i rommet deres?    &lt;br /&gt;- ogs&amp;#229; det evige sp&amp;#248;rsm&amp;#229;let, - er dere i julestemning enda?    &lt;br /&gt;- Har dere meldt dere inn i noen konkurranser i det siste?    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;Later, folkz. (:    &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6115087034156081630-6431886877473446719?l=ifanyonecared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifanyonecared.blogspot.com/feeds/6431886877473446719/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115087034156081630&amp;postID=6431886877473446719' title='5 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115087034156081630/posts/default/6431886877473446719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115087034156081630/posts/default/6431886877473446719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifanyonecared.blogspot.com/2008/12/grtt.html' title='Grått.'/><author><name>Pernille Tårnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15729101507690647008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SSGuivk9PVI/AAAAAAAAANo/yf-QGUtgyf4/S220/n587601894_2471.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SU5TTLqplDI/AAAAAAAAAYY/7xfrCLgYDLs/s72-c/Picture%20819_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115087034156081630.post-5041426773900360935</id><published>2008-12-20T17:44:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T17:44:17.172+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Modell for mamma.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;N&amp;#229; har det seg s&amp;#229;nn at moren min er veldig glad i &amp;#229; fotografere, derfor har hun brukt meg som modell noen ganger.    &lt;br /&gt;Faktisk s&amp;#229; trives jeg med &amp;#229; bli tatt bilder av, ikke til vanlig, men n&amp;#229;r man blir dolla opp og g&amp;#229;r med fine kl&amp;#230;r er det ikke akkurat s&amp;#229; vanskelig &amp;#229; like det.     &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;Men ihvertfall, jeg sa at jeg kanskje kom til &amp;#229; legge ut bildene, og her komme de. (:&amp;#160; &lt;br /&gt;Klarte ikke &amp;#229; f&amp;#229; alle riktig vei fordi jeg bruker WINDOWS LIVE WRITER. &amp;gt;&amp;lt;     &lt;br /&gt;Bildene er tatt av en amat&amp;#248;r-fotograf, de er ikke s&amp;#229;nn mega-redigert og vi hadde ikke masse fancy utstyr.     &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SU0gqvRoSzI/AAAAAAAAAVY/MBBL4Sl6EQ0/s1600-h/Picture%20004%5B16%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="164" alt="Picture 004" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SU0grT8eMsI/AAAAAAAAAVk/I7yvCqeDrPI/Picture%20004_thumb%5B6%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="164" alt="Picture 009" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SU0gr3cUAOI/AAAAAAAAAVo/tEBrz6YQ1Hc/Picture%20009_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SU0gstbIdhI/AAAAAAAAAVs/Ka000-H-n0I/s1600-h/Picture%20007%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="164" alt="Picture 007" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SU0gtK1kZFI/AAAAAAAAAVw/LUFD8ZvNwwk/Picture%20007_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SU0gths4cRI/AAAAAAAAAV0/lpQurDIqGIQ/s1600-h/Picture%20008%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="244" alt="Picture 008" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SU0guG4eNnI/AAAAAAAAAV4/soqqPnnmlKI/Picture%20008_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="164" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SU0gu5I267I/AAAAAAAAAV8/HNsUHki85xA/s1600-h/Picture%20035%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="244" alt="Picture 035" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SU0gvRWOsYI/AAAAAAAAAWI/mspMkzY5fVo/Picture%20035_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="164" border="0" /&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &lt;/a&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;Jeg og Charlie, en venninne av mamma, var modeller for mamma.     &lt;br /&gt;Ja, jeg hadde bes&amp;#248;k av Nassa, s&amp;#229; hun var med og s&amp;#229; p&amp;#229;, ogs&amp;#229;.. Det bl&amp;#229;ste helt grusomt mye, ogs&amp;#229; var vi nede ved sj&amp;#248;en. N&amp;#229;r jeg synes et tyllsl&amp;#248;r og det &amp;#229; ha f&amp;#248;ttene i sj&amp;#248;en er varmt, da er det kaldt ute. &amp;gt;&amp;lt;     &lt;br /&gt;Jeg skulle da v&amp;#230;re en brud som ble forlatt ved alteret, imens Charlie var en engel. (8     &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SU0gwObgVjI/AAAAAAAAAWM/mKyhQqaBBng/s1600-h/3%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="244" alt="3" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SU0gwnldeAI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/NU0v5NtvQWc/3_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="180" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SU0gxVqVR2I/AAAAAAAAAWc/gsBlQL2Zp7U/s1600-h/IMG_6319%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="244" alt="IMG_6319" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SU0gxzgek1I/AAAAAAAAAWg/RHanXg8hgyg/IMG_6319_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="164" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SU0gySu3mwI/AAAAAAAAAWk/c7gx4VjRQ-w/s1600-h/IMG_6313%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="244" alt="IMG_6313" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SU0gzNdqVyI/AAAAAAAAAWw/EceiPtYvX4E/IMG_6313_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="164" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SU0gzkZuzaI/AAAAAAAAAW0/09dsMhwN-xc/s1600-h/IMG_6328_-_Kopi%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="244" alt="IMG_6328_-_Kopi" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SU0g0YBk8WI/AAAAAAAAAW4/dqGnr8cjOKI/IMG_6328_-_Kopi_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="164" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SU0gzkZuzaI/AAAAAAAAAW0/09dsMhwN-xc/s1600-h/IMG_6328_-_Kopi%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SU0g0yP4_mI/AAAAAAAAAW8/AlYvZU2wmj4/s1600-h/IMG_6366%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="244" alt="IMG_6366" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SU0g1RNco8I/AAAAAAAAAXI/WbxjSnUbalE/IMG_6366_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="164" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SU0g2GMx6kI/AAAAAAAAAXM/lkoFL5CW33c/s1600-h/IMG_6371%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="244" alt="IMG_6371" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SU0g25RZurI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/qZH9dZNTqGk/IMG_6371_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="164" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SU0g3XavIPI/AAAAAAAAAXU/Wtp9GVEOCVo/s1600-h/IMG_6376%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="244" alt="IMG_6376" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SU0g3xbaLnI/AAAAAAAAAXY/JaAyPINrs-k/IMG_6376_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="164" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;Som dere kanskje skj&amp;#248;nner er jeg mest forn&amp;#248;yd med de siste bildene. Jeg satt nede p&amp;#229; en kaf&amp;#232; i Son, den var riktignok stengt, men det gikk masse folk forbi.     &lt;br /&gt;D&amp;#230;ven, jeg er s&amp;#229; stilt av disse bildene.     &lt;br /&gt;Det siste har faktisk Simen hengt opp p&amp;#229; veggen. (: Personlig ble jeg mest forn&amp;#248;yd med nummer 3.     &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;- Hvilket/hvilke bilde(r) likte dere best av engle-bildene?     &lt;br /&gt;- Hvilket/hvilke bilde(r) likte dere best av 50/60-talls-bildene?     &lt;br /&gt;- Hva har dere gjort i det siste?     &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;Later folkz. (:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6115087034156081630-5041426773900360935?l=ifanyonecared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifanyonecared.blogspot.com/feeds/5041426773900360935/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115087034156081630&amp;postID=5041426773900360935' title='6 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115087034156081630/posts/default/5041426773900360935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115087034156081630/posts/default/5041426773900360935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifanyonecared.blogspot.com/2008/12/modell-for-mamma.html' title='Modell for mamma.'/><author><name>Pernille Tårnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15729101507690647008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SSGuivk9PVI/AAAAAAAAANo/yf-QGUtgyf4/S220/n587601894_2471.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SU0grT8eMsI/AAAAAAAAAVk/I7yvCqeDrPI/s72-c/Picture%20004_thumb%5B6%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115087034156081630.post-1329108712024924966</id><published>2008-12-20T14:16:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T14:30:55.102+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okei, denne gangen for &lt;a href="http://www.stupid-memories.blogspot.com"&gt;Mille&lt;/a&gt; sin skyld. ;o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ja, jeg er treig. (x&lt;br /&gt;Skulle gjerne lagt ut bilder, men nå har det seg sånn at jeg er litt treig med å få ting fra mobilen-pc`en, så jeg får ha en oppsummering på nyåret. (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vet ikke om jeg sa det, men jeg fikk en &lt;strong&gt;FUCKINGS 6`ER PÅ NORSKTENTAMEN!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Sorry ordspråket.&lt;/em&gt; Også fikk jeg 5+ på engelsk, og 4 på matte. Har dere hørt det før, har dere hørt det nå også.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wæhæ, jeg fikk karakterkortet, følg med nå:&lt;br /&gt;- Engelsk, skriftlig: 5&lt;br /&gt;- Engelsk, muntlig: 5&lt;br /&gt;- Matematikk: 4&lt;br /&gt;- Mat og Helse: 4&lt;br /&gt;- Musikk: 5&lt;br /&gt;- Naturfag: 4&lt;br /&gt;- Norsk, hovedmål: 6&lt;br /&gt;- Norsk, sidemål: 5&lt;br /&gt;- Norsk, muntlig: 6&lt;br /&gt;- RLE: har ikke hatt enda.&lt;br /&gt;- Fransk: 4&lt;br /&gt;- Samfunnsfag: 5&lt;br /&gt;Atferd: G&lt;br /&gt;Orden: G&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taha, jeg er litt skuffa over matte og Mat&amp;Helse, men jeg skal prøve å rette det opp til neste år. ^^&lt;br /&gt;Jeg fikk 4,75 i snitt. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juleshowet gikk utrolig bra, takk til lærerne som ga meg sjansen til å bli med, takk til elevene for å gi meg guts til å entrè scenen. Takk til Hennie som satt oppi basen og fulgte med på showet. Takk til Thea som fiksa parykken. Takk til Simen som sa lykke til og støttet meg mellom showene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Også vil jeg takke Hennie og Simen for at de jagde bort depresjonstiden min, dere er mitt lys i livet. Dere burde bare visst hvor mye dere betyr for meg. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Også dere?&lt;br /&gt;En gang skal jeg legge ut noen av bildene fra da jeg har vært modell for mamma, men i mellomtiden kan dere besøke &lt;em&gt;Loverock&lt;/em&gt;, som er meg, på nettby og se dem. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later folkz, selvom det kan ta tid. (:&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6115087034156081630-1329108712024924966?l=ifanyonecared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifanyonecared.blogspot.com/feeds/1329108712024924966/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115087034156081630&amp;postID=1329108712024924966' title='2 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115087034156081630/posts/default/1329108712024924966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115087034156081630/posts/default/1329108712024924966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifanyonecared.blogspot.com/2008/12/okei-denne-gangen-for-mille-sin-skyld.html' title=''/><author><name>Pernille Tårnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15729101507690647008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SSGuivk9PVI/AAAAAAAAANo/yf-QGUtgyf4/S220/n587601894_2471.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115087034156081630.post-3118017205474617468</id><published>2008-12-09T16:18:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:14:01.076+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Vakkert.</title><content type='html'>Wæh, orker ikke laste opp masse bilder, det kommer bare opp html-koder, det er noe gærent med pc`en min tror jeg. ;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaja, i dag fikk jeg tilbake engelsktentamen og.. jeg fikk 5/6 ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I`m so fuckings proud!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taha, jeg fikk 5/6 i engelsk lixm, et mirakel på jord!&lt;br /&gt;Også hadde jeg N&amp;M-prøve i dag, noe jeg kom på i går ettermiddag, UTEN bok. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaja, det gikk vel sånn passe bra, sånn som det alltid gjør når jeg har glemt prøver. Omg, jeg hadde fransk-prøve forrige uke som jeg nesten ikke hadde øvd til, tro meg, jeg gruer meg til å få den igjen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeg tenker på det hver gang jeg er ute, - det er så vakkert!&lt;br /&gt;Ja, det er bitende kaldt. Rumper, fingre, neser, lår og ører får frostskader, men likevel. Det er så &lt;strong&gt;VAKKERT!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snøen demper alle lyder, man hører is/kram snø knuse under føttene dine, du glir bortover bakken som Bambi, - sjarmerende folkz, det er sjarmerende!&lt;br /&gt;Jeg har heldigvis ikke den vanlige depresjons-tiden rundt desember som jeg pleier å ha, jeg er lykkelig. Mye takket være Simen tror jeg. Og Hennie.&lt;br /&gt;Faen så glad jeg er i dere to, dere betyr så mye, og er der alltid. Og dere forstår og støtter meg. Dere er min verden, jeg kan ærlig og oppriktig si at jeg elsker dere, begge to. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Ja, jeg vet, elsker er sterkt, men dette er ikke misbruk, dette er følesler. Ekte følelser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vi lagde julekaker i M&amp;H i dag, det var funny. Dessverre så var ikke Hennie på skolen. Jeg og Kristian satt igjen alene på gruppa vår, inntil vi fikk en reserve - Dennis - og vi funker utrolig bra sammen.&lt;br /&gt;Jeg begynner å komme i julestemning takket være at Simen fortalte meg at han snart var ferdig med gaven min. Awie, jeg gleder meg. Han er kreativ, det liker jeg. (:&lt;br /&gt;Jeg har bittelitt&lt;em&gt;veldigveldig&lt;/em&gt; problemer med å finne gave til Simen. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeg kom på at jeg og Simen må lage mat sammen en gang. Eller bake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Hva slags personer samarbeider dere sammen med?&lt;br /&gt;- Meg og Simen på kjøkkenet, any thoughts?&lt;br /&gt;- Noen forslag til hva jeg skal gi til Simen?&lt;br /&gt;- Har dere kommet i julestemning enda?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6115087034156081630-3118017205474617468?l=ifanyonecared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifanyonecared.blogspot.com/feeds/3118017205474617468/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115087034156081630&amp;postID=3118017205474617468' title='10 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115087034156081630/posts/default/3118017205474617468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115087034156081630/posts/default/3118017205474617468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifanyonecared.blogspot.com/2008/12/vakkert.html' title='Vakkert.'/><author><name>Pernille Tårnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15729101507690647008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SSGuivk9PVI/AAAAAAAAANo/yf-QGUtgyf4/S220/n587601894_2471.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115087034156081630.post-3909544221296396604</id><published>2008-12-08T15:25:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T15:31:52.919+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jaokei, &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.panic-at-the-last.blogspot.com"&gt;Vikkan&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;/em&gt;fornøyd nå? ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okei, den siste uka nå har det skjedd utrolig mye. ;o&lt;br /&gt;Jeg og Hennie har vært ute nesten hver dag, noe jeg er utrolig stolt av. ^^&lt;br /&gt;Vi har hatt snøballkrig, vi har aka, varma oss ved Cato Senteret o.l, med flere folk of course. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ogsåå.. I helga var Simen her!&lt;br /&gt;Han skulle jo spille på Kjeller`n så han sov likesågodt hos meg. (: Helga var herlig, og Kjeller`n eide. ^^&lt;br /&gt;Også har jeg funnet ut at jeg er utrolig glad i Simen og Hennie, de er de som har mest av min respekt i hele verden, mest fordi de holder ut med meg, men.. Neida. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wæh, i dag skrev jeg sugent, men det kan være det samme, tror ikke det er så mange som bryr seg. (x&lt;br /&gt;Men folk, jeg fikk 4. på mattetentamen! Jeg er ikke fornøyd, men det er ikke så verst. Tror jeg. Nå venter jeg på engelsk og norsk. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Hva har dere gjort i det siste?&lt;br /&gt;- Har dere akt enda?&lt;br /&gt;- Hvem er dere mest glad i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later folkz. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6115087034156081630-3909544221296396604?l=ifanyonecared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifanyonecared.blogspot.com/feeds/3909544221296396604/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115087034156081630&amp;postID=3909544221296396604' title='6 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115087034156081630/posts/default/3909544221296396604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115087034156081630/posts/default/3909544221296396604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifanyonecared.blogspot.com/2008/12/jaokei-vikkan-fornyd-n-okei-den-siste.html' title=''/><author><name>Pernille Tårnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15729101507690647008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SSGuivk9PVI/AAAAAAAAANo/yf-QGUtgyf4/S220/n587601894_2471.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115087034156081630.post-1289448743398233672</id><published>2008-12-01T19:26:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T19:35:00.110+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Utfordring.</title><content type='html'>Ja, Ellie utfordra meg. Great.&lt;br /&gt;6 (u)interessante fakta om meg:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Jeg er for det meste i godt humør.&lt;br /&gt;- Jeg fikk dilla på Rancid, takket være Simen.&lt;br /&gt;- Jeg vet ikke hvordan man skriver "interessant", men er ganske flink i rettskrivning.&lt;br /&gt;- Jeg skal på Kjeller`n Rock i Ski, 6. desember.&lt;br /&gt;- Jeg føler meg sexy på høye heler.&lt;br /&gt;- Jeg er stor fan av farga bukser/tights og bukseseler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nå utfordrer jeg.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.panic-at-the-last.blogspot.com"&gt;Vikkan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stupid-memories.blogspot.com"&gt;Mille&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; og &lt;a href="http://www.dead-bread.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chris&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6115087034156081630-1289448743398233672?l=ifanyonecared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifanyonecared.blogspot.com/feeds/1289448743398233672/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115087034156081630&amp;postID=1289448743398233672' title='4 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115087034156081630/posts/default/1289448743398233672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115087034156081630/posts/default/1289448743398233672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifanyonecared.blogspot.com/2008/12/utfordring.html' title='Utfordring.'/><author><name>Pernille Tårnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15729101507690647008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SSGuivk9PVI/AAAAAAAAANo/yf-QGUtgyf4/S220/n587601894_2471.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115087034156081630.post-4676852688310198136</id><published>2008-12-01T16:24:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T17:06:32.080+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jeg er dårlig til å skrive innlegg noen ganger, fant jeg ut. (x&lt;br /&gt;Først og fremst, min og Hennie sin tur til tjernet:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/STQDy0CmYRI/AAAAAAAAATY/mdn5jfuYWtY/s1600-h/Picture+586.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/_4ccZL_zgAyI/STQDy0CmYRI/AAAAAAAAATY/mdn5jfuYWtY/s320/Picture+586.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274845235055583506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/STQDys1-x2I/AAAAAAAAATQ/sNMfTkKRO4U/s1600-h/Picture+585.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/STQDys1-x2I/AAAAAAAAATQ/sNMfTkKRO4U/s320/Picture+585.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274845233123608418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/STQDzot0ApI/AAAAAAAAATo/oc8-7noV9vI/s1600-h/Picture+588.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/_4ccZL_zgAyI/STQDzot0ApI/AAAAAAAAATo/oc8-7noV9vI/s320/Picture+588.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274845249195475602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/STQDzMn1qKI/AAAAAAAAATg/QUfGOuCyVm4/s1600-h/Picture+587.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/_4ccZL_zgAyI/STQDzMn1qKI/AAAAAAAAATg/QUfGOuCyVm4/s320/Picture+587.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274845241654225058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alt gikk lixm bra, inntil Hennie ville knuse isen, da sa det *plopp*, men ikke pga. stein.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/STQFFVzd91I/AAAAAAAAATw/TOjbX-DhnnU/s1600-h/Picture+590.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/_4ccZL_zgAyI/STQFFVzd91I/AAAAAAAAATw/TOjbX-DhnnU/s320/Picture+590.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274846652868196178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeg gidder ikke skrive om tentamen eller forsøket til meg og Siri, men her har du Converse`n min. Evig elsk. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/STQGkrp8u2I/AAAAAAAAAT4/_yUNfPk10n4/s1600-h/Picture+712.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/_4ccZL_zgAyI/STQGkrp8u2I/AAAAAAAAAT4/_yUNfPk10n4/s320/Picture+712.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274848290821421922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Også, vi er HEEELT normale, og vi gjør ALLTID fag i timene. ^^&lt;br /&gt;Jeg liker klassen min, 9D på Grevlingen skole, Son. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/STQHcqWxVUI/AAAAAAAAAUI/ZWI-4majYFs/s1600-h/Picture+713.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/STQHcqWxVUI/AAAAAAAAAUI/ZWI-4majYFs/s320/Picture+713.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274849252545221954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/STQHcPOu6lI/AAAAAAAAAUA/9RwIvsPvwzc/s1600-h/Picture+709.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/_4ccZL_zgAyI/STQHcPOu6lI/AAAAAAAAAUA/9RwIvsPvwzc/s320/Picture+709.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274849245263751762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeg kom på en sånn ting som skjedde på begynnelsen av året. Vi hadde bytta klasser i 9. også første temadagen skulle vi gjøre noe klassevis, vi dro ned til garntørka også hadde Rune (lærer`n) kjøpt med rundstykker og sånt. Så skulle vi starte med musikkquiz..&lt;br /&gt;Rune: Er det noe ellers jeg trenger å vite om dere? Noe viktig?&lt;br /&gt;Pernille: *rekke opp hånden forsiktig* JEG ER TØFF! (:&lt;br /&gt;Taha, jeg er klok. Alle lo :']&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Har du traktor, har du ljå, heier du med LSK. &lt;br /&gt;Har du øl og er gla', heier du med Vål'enga." &lt;br /&gt;Mwahaha, yeah. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simen skal visst spille inn demo med bandet. ;o&lt;br /&gt;De spiller på Kjeller`n Rock også. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Hvordan ser det ut hos dere?&lt;br /&gt;- 'Sant August er tøff med fletter?&lt;br /&gt;- Noen som skal på Kjeller`n Rock?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;' Later. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6115087034156081630-4676852688310198136?l=ifanyonecared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifanyonecared.blogspot.com/feeds/4676852688310198136/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115087034156081630&amp;postID=4676852688310198136' title='9 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115087034156081630/posts/default/4676852688310198136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115087034156081630/posts/default/4676852688310198136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifanyonecared.blogspot.com/2008/12/jeg-er-drlig-til-skrive-innlegg-noen.html' title=''/><author><name>Pernille Tårnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15729101507690647008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SSGuivk9PVI/AAAAAAAAANo/yf-QGUtgyf4/S220/n587601894_2471.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/STQDy0CmYRI/AAAAAAAAATY/mdn5jfuYWtY/s72-c/Picture+586.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115087034156081630.post-4161377237547406980</id><published>2008-11-28T14:33:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T17:07:31.789+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pappa.</title><content type='html'>Ja, nå skal vi snart ta flybussekspressen opp til pappa. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hadde mattetentamen idag btw, tror det gikk sånn passe bra. ;D&lt;br /&gt;Noen som vet om vi skal ha nynorsk tentamen?&lt;br /&gt;Hvis ikke, så har jeg ingen flere tentamer igjen. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Åw, jeg gleder meg, skal møte Simen senere i dag, det blir herlig. (8&lt;br /&gt;Nå har det gått 2 uker siden sist, jeg er flink til å holde ut må jeg si. Det er vel han også. Han er vel flink uansett, han holder jo ut med meg lixm. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taha, jeg plukka med meg masse frukt til tentamen, men så spiste jeg ikke noe. Også fikk jeg svidd taco-pizza, holdt på å brekke tanna. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaja..&lt;br /&gt;Det kommer bilder til søndag/mandag om min og Hennie sin tur forbi tjernet etter skolen for noen dager siden, og antageligvis bilde av hvordan jeg breia meg ut på tentamen. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Hva skal dere i helga?&lt;br /&gt;- Hvilke tentamner har dere hatt/skal ha?&lt;br /&gt;- Noen andre som ikke liker svidde pizza`er?&lt;br /&gt;- Noen andre som synes dette innlegget ble litt usammenhengende? (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God helg da folkens, snakkes antageligvis til søndag eller mandag da. ;D&lt;br /&gt;Også får dere kose dere hvis dere har snø der dere er/bor, det har nemlig ikke jeg, bare massemasse halvveis-is som man kan tryne på når som helst. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Pernille. :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6115087034156081630-4161377237547406980?l=ifanyonecared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifanyonecared.blogspot.com/feeds/4161377237547406980/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115087034156081630&amp;postID=4161377237547406980' title='5 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115087034156081630/posts/default/4161377237547406980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115087034156081630/posts/default/4161377237547406980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifanyonecared.blogspot.com/2008/11/pappa.html' title='Pappa.'/><author><name>Pernille Tårnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15729101507690647008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SSGuivk9PVI/AAAAAAAAANo/yf-QGUtgyf4/S220/n587601894_2471.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115087034156081630.post-8914875838113624442</id><published>2008-11-26T19:46:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T19:46:45.177+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Jul.</title><content type='html'>Noen ganger føler jeg en sånn sinnsyk trang til å smile, et ekte smil. Jeg får det aldri til, jeg har ikke så mye å smile av. De eneste gangene jeg ikke faker et smil er når jeg er med Simen, eller med ekte venner, ellers er smilet mitt alltid dødt, falskt.&lt;br /&gt;Jeg har en drøm om å en gang bli lykkelig. Egentlig så er det bare pga. mørketiden jeg tenker sånn, men det får så være.&lt;br /&gt;Jeg er litt redd, noen ganger er jeg paranoid også. Skummelt.&lt;br /&gt;Jeg hater å være alene, jeg er ikke så veldig selvstendig for å si det sånn. Hvis noen lar meg gå alene for å hente noe på skolen, eller skal noe annet og jeg ikke kan være med, da blir jeg.. Redd. Redd for at noen skal dømme meg, se på meg med stygge blikk, kanskje komme med noen kommentarer.&lt;br /&gt;Jeg er redd for hva folk sier og mener om meg, jeg bryr meg. Men det er ikke alltid. Noen ganger gir jeg blanke faen i hva folk mener om meg, imens andre ganger gjør jeg alt for å leve opp til dems beskrivelser av en perfekt person. Det er ikke et liv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeg vil lixm alltid sove, eller vekk. Langtlangt vekk, med bare de nærmeste rundt meg. DA kan jeg smile og le, ekte. Men det går jo ikke, tenk om mine nærmeste egentlig ikke liker meg, det hadde vært litt dumt.&lt;br /&gt;Jeg hater seriøst tankene mine, de vandrer sine egne veier. Lever sitt eget liv.&lt;br /&gt;Jeg lever ikke mitt eget liv, jeg lever vel egentlig på andres drømmer og meninger.&lt;br /&gt;Hva tror dere?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Det var visst 1 mnd. til jul for to dager siden, jeg tror ikke jeg gleder meg. Alle voksne kommer til å være hyper-stressa hele tiden, også kommer ikke mamma til å ha penger til at jeg får reist steder &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeg er en sånn person som har et behov for å reise, i hvert fall til Simen, jeg blir så glad når jeg har vært der. Bortsett fra at jeg er deppa når jeg reiser fra han, det er vondt.&lt;br /&gt;Menne, tilbake til jul. Jeg vil reise bort i jula, veit ikke hvorfor. x] Kanskje fordi jeg ikke har kommet i julestemning enda og hater tanken på å skulle feire jul hjemme, nesten hjemme. Jeg skal til bestemor. Alle andre skal til kusine Tine, litt trist. Mamma har vært syk pga. MRSA-bakterie, også er det ikke plass til oss 4 hos Tine. I tillegg kommer ikke bestemor til Tine, bestefar skal feire jul der. Verken mamma eller jeg har feiret jul med bestefar, og det er faren til mamma. Håper at anledningen byr seg flere ganger, jeg er glad i bestefar til tross for at jeg nesten aldri ser han. ;/&lt;br /&gt;Ah, julestemning. Colareklamen, pepperkakebaking, mandariner, appelsin med nellik, leke i snøen, aking, snøhuler (som alltid faller sammen, hva gjør jeg galt?), håpløs ski-gåing, julegaveshopping (noe jeg hater pga. så mye mennesker og pes), kjenne på pakker, pynte juletreet, juleverksted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faen, hånda mi sover, urettferdig. HELE jeg vil sove, men det går ikke, bare hånda mi sover, den er så ego. &lt;br /&gt;Musikken ringer i øra mine, en deilig sang, til tross for at jeg egentlig ikke liker sangen eller artisten. Avril Lavigne – Kiss Me (Cover av Lene Marlin).&lt;br /&gt;Taha, jeg savner Simen, hater savn, de er vanskelige. Heldigvis møter jeg han til helga, gjett om jeg gleder meg. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Hva tenker dere om meg?&lt;br /&gt;- Hvem skal dere gi julegave til?&lt;br /&gt;- Hva får dere i julestemning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Pernille. :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6115087034156081630-8914875838113624442?l=ifanyonecared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifanyonecared.blogspot.com/feeds/8914875838113624442/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115087034156081630&amp;postID=8914875838113624442' title='9 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115087034156081630/posts/default/8914875838113624442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115087034156081630/posts/default/8914875838113624442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifanyonecared.blogspot.com/2008/11/jul.html' title='Jul.'/><author><name>Pernille Tårnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15729101507690647008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SSGuivk9PVI/AAAAAAAAANo/yf-QGUtgyf4/S220/n587601894_2471.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115087034156081630.post-1746427002163122493</id><published>2008-11-25T21:45:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T21:56:10.931+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Flashdance.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SSxmMou5LUI/AAAAAAAAATI/q9exOsx2KyI/s1600-h/flashdance10245qz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 262px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SSxmMou5LUI/AAAAAAAAATI/q9exOsx2KyI/s320/flashdance10245qz.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272701631022574914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Noen andre enn meg som har et hat/elsk forhold til nye inntrykk?&lt;br /&gt;Wæh, jeg så Flashdance med Hennie, og.. &lt;br /&gt;Jeg elsker dansing, jeg elsker musikk. Ja, de to samla, da begynner det å ligne noe. Men jeg så den filmen, også begynte jeg å tenke på at jeg har seriøst lyst til å danse sånn! Jeg digger "old-school" dansing, lixm, kind of jazzballett og sånn, men jeg har aldri gått på det. &lt;br /&gt;Jeg har gått på Showdance/Funk, det er morsomt, men kanskje litt for mye "Brevik-Danseverksted" i stedet for show.&lt;br /&gt;Dere aner ingenting når jeg sier "Brevik-Dansverksted", right? Det er da danseundervisningen i Son, det holder til på Brevik. Hvert år er det de samme trinnene som går igjennom dansene. Ja, showet blir ofte bra, men det blir litt tamt når man gjør og ser det samme år etter år. Understand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dere aner ikke hvor mye entusiasme som strømmer igjennom meg når jeg skriver dette innlegget, det er nesten litt sykt. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, jeg er seriøst glad, men.. Så er det den helvetes "5 om dagen." tingen i M&amp;H, jeg fikk ny frist, til i morgen. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, wish me luck folkz, I really suck when I`m tired. &lt;br /&gt;And, get a good night sleep, because you`re worth it. Hater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Pernille. :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6115087034156081630-1746427002163122493?l=ifanyonecared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifanyonecared.blogspot.com/feeds/1746427002163122493/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115087034156081630&amp;postID=1746427002163122493' title='3 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115087034156081630/posts/default/1746427002163122493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115087034156081630/posts/default/1746427002163122493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifanyonecared.blogspot.com/2008/11/flashdance.html' title='Flashdance.'/><author><name>Pernille Tårnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15729101507690647008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SSGuivk9PVI/AAAAAAAAANo/yf-QGUtgyf4/S220/n587601894_2471.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SSxmMou5LUI/AAAAAAAAATI/q9exOsx2KyI/s72-c/flashdance10245qz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115087034156081630.post-6156236243089562084</id><published>2008-11-24T14:13:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T18:54:02.326+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Snø.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SSquhI9vB8I/AAAAAAAAATA/q8ccUEbJjak/s1600-h/Picture+135.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/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SSquhI9vB8I/AAAAAAAAATA/q8ccUEbJjak/s320/Picture+135.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272218198155921346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeg tar på jakka og går ut døra etter å ha levert tentamensoppgaven. Kulden biter i kinnene mine imens jeg går bortover veien, helt alene. Det legger seg et tynt lag med snø på håret mitt.&lt;br /&gt;Kommer vinteren nå?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeg vil virkelig at det skal komme snø, det er så koslig. Men samtidig vil jeg ha sommer, sol og varme. Lange badestrender med blått vann og kanskje den du er glad i gående ved siden av deg?&lt;br /&gt;Båtturer i solen og små vanndråper som skvulper over kanten og treffer deg i ansiktet.&lt;br /&gt;Lange solnedganger i armene på din elskede imens bølgene slår inn mot de varme svabergene.&lt;br /&gt;Eller kanskje bare en tur ut på noen brygger med dine søsken som du egentlig er veldig glad i? Slik som på bildet :} &lt;br /&gt;Ja, det ser ut som om jeg har flat rumpe og hele pakka, tingen er at folk sier at den er svær. x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dere skjønner kanskje at jeg er glad i vann?&lt;br /&gt;Jeg lengter etter sommeren. Håper virkelig at Sommeren '09 blir like bra som '08, da møtte jeg nemlig Simen igjen :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaja.. &lt;br /&gt;I dag har jeg hatt engelsktentamen, tror det ble noe bra, men ikke mye &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Hva synes dere om vinteren?&lt;br /&gt;- Hvilken årstid liker dere best?&lt;br /&gt;- Er det snø hos dere?&lt;br /&gt;- Hvordan var sommeren deres?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Pernille. :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6115087034156081630-6156236243089562084?l=ifanyonecared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifanyonecared.blogspot.com/feeds/6156236243089562084/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115087034156081630&amp;postID=6156236243089562084' title='16 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115087034156081630/posts/default/6156236243089562084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115087034156081630/posts/default/6156236243089562084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifanyonecared.blogspot.com/2008/11/sn.html' title='Snø.'/><author><name>Pernille Tårnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15729101507690647008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SSGuivk9PVI/AAAAAAAAANo/yf-QGUtgyf4/S220/n587601894_2471.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SSquhI9vB8I/AAAAAAAAATA/q8ccUEbJjak/s72-c/Picture+135.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115087034156081630.post-4572492736110611056</id><published>2008-11-23T20:23:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T20:47:16.113+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Syklubben.</title><content type='html'>Jeg skal nå skrive 5 små punkter om folkene var syklubben min, altså de 6 bloggervennene mine fra Son ^^&lt;br /&gt;Trykker dere på navnene deres kommer bloggen dems opp, sånn hvis dere ikke skjønte det ^^&lt;br /&gt;Først jentene:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yellowteardrops.blogspot.com"&gt;AMALIE:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Amalie er en søting uten like.&lt;br /&gt;- Amalie har sterke meninger, noe som er utrolig positivt.&lt;br /&gt;- Amalie elsker dyr.&lt;br /&gt;- Amalie er halvveis vegetarianer.&lt;br /&gt;- Amalie er en utrolig dyp person som man kan snakke logikk med.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.superpute.blogspot.com"&gt;KRISTINE:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Kristine er sinnsykt flink til å danse.&lt;br /&gt;- Kristine har fancy musikksmak.&lt;br /&gt;- Kristine har funnet på mye merkelig med meg.&lt;br /&gt;- Kristine er ikke noe glad i å sykle.&lt;br /&gt;- Kristine er i familie med Kristian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Så guttene.. &gt;:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://krollus.blogspot.com/"&gt;AUGUST:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- August har sånne søte korketrekkerkrøller.&lt;br /&gt;- August er flink på piano.&lt;br /&gt;- August har utrolig fancy tanker, - perverse.&lt;br /&gt;- August er min bestevenn.&lt;br /&gt;- August, ifølge meg, skifter ikke klær.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dead-bread.blogspot.com"&gt;CHRISTIAN:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Christian liker ikke pelsoppdrett.&lt;br /&gt;- Christian spiller bass og gitar.&lt;br /&gt;- Christian spurte nettopp om hva jeg hadde gjort hvis noen hadde spurt meg om jeg kunne vise mine "fordeler".&lt;br /&gt;- Christian liker musikk.&lt;br /&gt;- Christian var på Slipknot-konserten 10. november, noe Kristian misunner han for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.denskreltepotet.blogspot.com"&gt;KRISTIAN:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Kristian spiller gitar.&lt;br /&gt;- Kristian er min bestevenn.&lt;br /&gt;- Kristian skal ta over verden med meg og August.&lt;br /&gt;- Kristian er i familie med Kristine.&lt;br /&gt;- Kristian gir meg godteri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.superdyne.blogspot.com"&gt;SEBASTIAN:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sebbi har Sebbihumor, - noe alle liker.&lt;br /&gt;- Sebbi var medlem av "Tha busstøffings" i fjor.&lt;br /&gt;- Sebbi var den siste av oss som fikk blogg.&lt;br /&gt;- Sebbi ser bra ut i tights.&lt;br /&gt;- Sebbi smiler veldig mye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ja, nå synes jeg dere skal lage om meg :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6115087034156081630-4572492736110611056?l=ifanyonecared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifanyonecared.blogspot.com/feeds/4572492736110611056/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115087034156081630&amp;postID=4572492736110611056' title='8 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115087034156081630/posts/default/4572492736110611056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115087034156081630/posts/default/4572492736110611056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifanyonecared.blogspot.com/2008/11/syklubben.html' title='Syklubben.'/><author><name>Pernille Tårnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15729101507690647008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SSGuivk9PVI/AAAAAAAAANo/yf-QGUtgyf4/S220/n587601894_2471.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115087034156081630.post-1595134345384318507</id><published>2008-11-23T13:33:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T14:54:44.585+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ny dag, nye muligheter.</title><content type='html'>Ja, ny dag, nye muligheter. Nå har Hennie dratt på julemesse i Vestby, så jeg blir vel sittende hjemme i dag alene. Kanskje Hennie kommer hjem litt tidligere. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SSlVcSdaRnI/AAAAAAAAASw/BltDEUWpaTE/s1600-h/Picture+462.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SSlVcSdaRnI/AAAAAAAAASw/BltDEUWpaTE/s320/Picture+462.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271838783293769330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeg er så naiv, jeg tenker hele tiden "kanskje hun kommer til å tilgi meg. &lt;br /&gt;Hva er det å tilgi? Hu behandla meg alltid som dritt.&lt;br /&gt;Hva er det med meg? Hvorfor har jeg hengt meg så opp i tanken på at det burde vært MEG som kasta henne bort som søppel?&lt;br /&gt;Jeg tror kanskje at jeg er litt besatt på tanken av å måtte ha en bestevenninne, det er merkelig. ;/ Nassa, det klinger i mine ører. Jeg må legge fra meg tankene. Akkurat nå føler jeg ingenting, det er deilig. Ingen depresjon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heldigvis har jeg Ellie, uten henne hadde jeg vært fortapt for evigheter siden, hun passer så godt på meg. Jeg tror vi skal på piknikk i dag også.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SSlXp67tonI/AAAAAAAAAS4/aMymK3Xy1yM/s1600-h/Picture+562.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 146px; height: 220px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SSlXp67tonI/AAAAAAAAAS4/aMymK3Xy1yM/s320/Picture+562.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271841216519840370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, jeg fikk portrettbildet (vi tok klassebilder for litt siden) mitt på mobilen i går, øsj! &gt;&lt; &lt;br /&gt;Jeg tror øyet mitt er ødelagt elns når jeg ser på det bildet.&lt;br /&gt;Håper ikke jeg ser sånn ut, det der ligner ikke på meg synes jeg ;/&lt;br /&gt;Blir man noen gang fornøyd med skolebilder egentlig? Jeg har noen bilder jeg er fornøyd med, men da har jeg vært modell for mamma lixm ;o&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6115087034156081630-1595134345384318507?l=ifanyonecared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifanyonecared.blogspot.com/feeds/1595134345384318507/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115087034156081630&amp;postID=1595134345384318507' title='8 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115087034156081630/posts/default/1595134345384318507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115087034156081630/posts/default/1595134345384318507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifanyonecared.blogspot.com/2008/11/ny-dag-nye-muligheter.html' title='Ny dag, nye muligheter.'/><author><name>Pernille Tårnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15729101507690647008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SSGuivk9PVI/AAAAAAAAANo/yf-QGUtgyf4/S220/n587601894_2471.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SSlVcSdaRnI/AAAAAAAAASw/BltDEUWpaTE/s72-c/Picture+462.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115087034156081630.post-2956056066077643220</id><published>2008-11-22T22:32:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T22:41:21.460+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Lykkelig?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SSh8SM7xUKI/AAAAAAAAASI/a_h3uyiNXhA/s1600-h/ute_med_folk__folk__60_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 231px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SSh8SM7xUKI/AAAAAAAAASI/a_h3uyiNXhA/s320/ute_med_folk__folk__60_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271600015988576418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Etter en liten krangel med Simen, lang tur med Texas og Hennie, tenker jeg jeg litt bedre.&lt;br /&gt;Ja, jeg er en depressiv person. Her sitter jeg i mitt halvstygge rom med et søtt skjerf rundt halsen. Jeg har sjokolade, den smelter på tunga. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeg og Hennie har funnet opp unnskyldinger:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Forresten, om noen noen gang bestemmer seg for å voldta deg - si at du har mensen, gjerne med beskrivelser. ^^&lt;br /&gt;Si at du er ubarbert og at det henger masse inntørkede mensenklumper i kjønnshårene dine."&lt;br /&gt;- Hennie.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Hvis du ikke vil snakke med noen i tlf, si at du driter, - ingen vil snakke med deg når du sitter der og presser."&lt;br /&gt;- Pernille.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dette funker, med mindre noen har perverse gleder av at du er ekkel. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, KristineKristine, du har også hengt deg på blogg-kjøret, stikk innom henne :] &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.superpute.blogspot.com"&gt;KRISTINE :]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Pernille. :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6115087034156081630-2956056066077643220?l=ifanyonecared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifanyonecared.blogspot.com/feeds/2956056066077643220/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115087034156081630&amp;postID=2956056066077643220' title='6 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115087034156081630/posts/default/2956056066077643220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115087034156081630/posts/default/2956056066077643220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifanyonecared.blogspot.com/2008/11/lykkelig.html' title='Lykkelig?'/><author><name>Pernille Tårnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15729101507690647008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SSGuivk9PVI/AAAAAAAAANo/yf-QGUtgyf4/S220/n587601894_2471.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SSh8SM7xUKI/AAAAAAAAASI/a_h3uyiNXhA/s72-c/ute_med_folk__folk__60_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115087034156081630.post-3838739364922840000</id><published>2008-11-22T19:03:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T19:36:51.174+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SShNOoVK-BI/AAAAAAAAASA/wCCT2N9YY-M/s1600-h/suicide.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/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SShNOoVK-BI/AAAAAAAAASA/wCCT2N9YY-M/s320/suicide.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271548277576890386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Har du noen gang kommet til punktet der du føler at alle andre har gått videre uten deg? At de ikke trenger deg mer, du er helt alene i den store stygge verden.&lt;br /&gt;Har du noen gang kommet til det punktet der du tror at du er gal? Følelsene dine kan ikke bli forklart, det er ingen logikk i dem.&lt;br /&gt;Har du noen gang kommet til punktet der du vil ta ditt eget liv? Du bryr deg ikke lenger, alt er tapt uansett.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeg har mistet venner.&lt;br /&gt;Jeg kan ha gått over streken til insanity flere ganger.&lt;br /&gt;Jeg har vært inne på tanken på å dø.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hvorfor misforsto de deg?&lt;br /&gt;Hvorfor kunne de ikke se hvordan du hadde det?&lt;br /&gt;Hvorfor trøstet de ikke?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenk folkens, alt er alles skyld, men man skylder jo alltid bare på seg selv.&lt;br /&gt;Jeg har ingen som helst peiling på det jeg skriver om, jeg ser at fingrene mine flyr over tastene som gale, men jeg fostår ikke hva jeg skriver. Jeg vet ikke om det er tårene som blinder meg, eller om jeg ikke vil se det som står, det er det bare hjertet mitt som vet.&lt;br /&gt;Jeg følger aldri hjertet, jeg er redd for meg selv. Jeg er redd for så mye, men mest for meg selv. &lt;br /&gt;Hvorfor er jeg et sånt englebarn? Jeg drikker ikke, jeg gjør aldri noe dritt, gode karakterer på skolen. Svigermors drøm visstnok. Hvorfor er jeg ikke fornøyd?&lt;br /&gt;Jeg klarer ikke bli fornøyd med meg selv. Jeg pirker på alt, en perfeksjonist, Jeg er en perfeksjonist.&lt;br /&gt;Jeg tror jeg burde ha vært hos psykolog for lenge siden. Lengelenge siden. Det har skjedd så mye. Dere vil ikke høre.&lt;br /&gt;Jeg vil ikke si noe til mamma, hun vil tro at det er hennes skyld. Jeg vet ikke om det er mamma sin skyld, jeg vet ingenting lenger. &lt;br /&gt;Musikken spiller i bakgrunn, jeg vet ikke hva det er. Det er to lamper i rommet, de lyser, ganske stygt egentlig. På veggen bak meg henger minner, er de egentlig gode?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeg vil se blod, men jeg kommer ikke til å gjøre noe mer med det. Jeg nøyer meg med et bilde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alt er DIN skyld, N, du fikk meg til å tenke. Du skylder på meg, sier at JEG burde be om unnskyldning. Tingen er.. du er bare en manipulerende kontrollfreak med et STORT oppmerksomhetsbehov. Men jeg er ikke sint på deg, bare skuffet over at du gir opp så fort, du støttet deg på meg. Jeg er glad i deg, og jeg vet ikke om dette er til det beste, men jeg vet at du river meg ned for hver gang vi krangler. Jo, dette er det beste. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeg gjentar dette inni meg, gang etter gang, men det hjelper jo ikke.&lt;br /&gt;Jeg er en deprimert sjel, jeg trenger hjelp, trøst. Jeg vil ha Hennie her, men hun er ikke hjemme. Jeg vil ha Simen her, men han er 11 mil unna. Jeg vil ha Christian her, men han er sint på meg. &lt;br /&gt;Jeg vil gråte i armene noen, slippe løs alle tårene og plagene. Ting har naget meg i flere år, men jeg vil ikke sette ord på det. Jeg veit at noen fra trinnet leser bloggen min, jeg vil ikke at resten av trinnet skal vite det også. Dårlig selvtillit. Jeg orker ikke de stygge kommentarene og blikkene folk kan sende. Ting gjør vondt. Ingen forstår.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ikke bry dere med det jeg sier, jeg er en deprimert sjel, jeg trenger hjelp, trøst. Ikke ta det som et hint, ikke tenk over det jeg sier.&lt;br /&gt;Det som skjer i livet mitt, er min feil, ikke de andres. Folkene i livet mitt, de elsker jeg, det er ikke dems feil, men de tror det. De vil hjelpe meg, men hva om jeg egentlig ikke trenger hjelp? Men hva om jeg trenger hjelp.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, ting er ikke lyse lenger. Jeg har det vondt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Pernille.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6115087034156081630-3838739364922840000?l=ifanyonecared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifanyonecared.blogspot.com/feeds/3838739364922840000/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115087034156081630&amp;postID=3838739364922840000' title='4 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115087034156081630/posts/default/3838739364922840000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115087034156081630/posts/default/3838739364922840000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifanyonecared.blogspot.com/2008/11/har-du-noen-gang-kommet-til-punktet-der.html' title=''/><author><name>Pernille Tårnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15729101507690647008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SSGuivk9PVI/AAAAAAAAANo/yf-QGUtgyf4/S220/n587601894_2471.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SShNOoVK-BI/AAAAAAAAASA/wCCT2N9YY-M/s72-c/suicide.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115087034156081630.post-4330453048764597820</id><published>2008-11-22T17:08:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T17:13:19.317+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dagens sitat.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;" usj, fusj, tusj ! : D "&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;" Tusjetusjtusj ! : ] "&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Og folk prøver å si at jeg IKKE er smart? Mennesker er rare &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Ja, jeg sa begge deler, bare fordi jeg er smart :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeg er hyper, på en rar måte ^^&lt;br /&gt;Taha, jeg og Amalie ruler, - "Vi er "The bored, smart people" or somethingsomething ! : D" . Wihi, ai rul in inglish ! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blææh folkens, snakk til meg her, dere dreper en stakkars jente med tausheten deres!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Hva gjør dere når dere kjeder dere?&lt;br /&gt;- Hva er yndlingssitatet deres?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Pernille. :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6115087034156081630-4330453048764597820?l=ifanyonecared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifanyonecared.blogspot.com/feeds/4330453048764597820/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115087034156081630&amp;postID=4330453048764597820' title='5 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115087034156081630/posts/default/4330453048764597820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115087034156081630/posts/default/4330453048764597820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifanyonecared.blogspot.com/2008/11/dagens-sitat.html' title='Dagens sitat.'/><author><name>Pernille Tårnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15729101507690647008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SSGuivk9PVI/AAAAAAAAANo/yf-QGUtgyf4/S220/n587601894_2471.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115087034156081630.post-5038247786616615600</id><published>2008-11-22T12:31:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T12:43:14.376+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogger.</title><content type='html'>Jeg har funnet ut at folk rundt meg begynner å få blogger her ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yellowteardrops.blogspot.com"&gt;Amalie&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;en av verdens tøffeste, siden hu liker dotter, har funnet opp verdens søteste bloggnavn. Derfor besøker du &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yellowteardrops.blogspot.com"&gt;AMALIE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; sin blogg :]&lt;br /&gt;Også &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.denskreltepotet.blogspot.com"&gt;Kristian&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, min bestevennting, har jeg lagd headeren til (han bestemte alt, jeg bare lagde den). Derfor besøker dere &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.denskreltepotet.blogspot.com"&gt;KRISTIAN&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; også.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ellers..&lt;br /&gt;Jeg hater at folk ser meg gråte, jeg føler meg så svak, samtidig som jeg har et behov for at folk skal se meg gråte. Ikke prøv dere på å si at jeg ikke er normal. Jeg er normal. Jeg er gal. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Også.. Det er så mye inntrykk ute og går nå, er det ingen andre enn meg som reagerer på det?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Pernille: Du er blind.&lt;br /&gt;Simen: Ja, men din skjønnhet stråler gjennom mine blinde øyne. Det gjør slik at jeg kan se hvor vakker du er. &lt;3&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er det rart jeg sitter her og gliser? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Noen bekjente med blogger?&lt;br /&gt;- Hva synes dere om å skjule tårer?&lt;br /&gt;- Hvordan inntrykk får dere av meg?&lt;br /&gt;- Hva begynner dere å glise av?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Pernille. :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6115087034156081630-5038247786616615600?l=ifanyonecared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifanyonecared.blogspot.com/feeds/5038247786616615600/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115087034156081630&amp;postID=5038247786616615600' title='4 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115087034156081630/posts/default/5038247786616615600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115087034156081630/posts/default/5038247786616615600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifanyonecared.blogspot.com/2008/11/blogger.html' title='Blogger.'/><author><name>Pernille Tårnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15729101507690647008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SSGuivk9PVI/AAAAAAAAANo/yf-QGUtgyf4/S220/n587601894_2471.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115087034156081630.post-7399555196387074400</id><published>2008-11-21T14:24:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T14:36:52.520+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor little misunderstood baby.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;" Poor little misunderstood baby, no one likes a sad face. "&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeg så på et bilde av meg og Nassa i dag, fra Emilie Autumn konserten.. Tårene renner på nytt, jeg trodde dette var det beste, men hun er borte. Ja, vi ble enige om å starte på nytt, bygge opp tilliten til den andre igjen, men.. &lt;br /&gt;Åh, ting er ikke alltid like greit ;/&lt;br /&gt;Jaja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Har du noen gang tenkt at du er den eneste i verden som kan oppleve noe sånt, føle det på den måten?&lt;br /&gt;Enten sorg, glede, kjærlighet, sinne osv. Det er litt skummelt, tenker hele tiden at "en slike smerte kan ingen ha kjent" eller "ingen kan noensinne ha vært så lykkelig som jeg er", men det er jo ikke ment ego.&lt;br /&gt;Det er så mye som har ramlet igjennom hjernen min siden Christian, Hennie og jeg var ute på tur i går. Nattehimmelen klarnet tankene mine, stjernene fikk dem til å forstå. Mari, en på trinnet, minner meg om Nassa, det samme gjør Madde.. men jeg synes ikke de er noen positive personer, jeg liker dem ikke spesielt. Men jeg liker Nassa, jeg kan ikke bare plutselige mislike henne selv om jeg innimellom har tenkt at det var til det beste at vennskapet ble nullstilt.&lt;br /&gt;Jaja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senere i dag skal jeg i bursdag til bestemor &gt;&lt; kaker er greit, men resten, neh..&lt;br /&gt;Jeg tror jeg skal ha på meg svart/hvit-stripete strømpebukse eller grønne tights, lang genser med belte i midja eller en shorts og skjorte med belte i midja. Har ikke sko da, de er hos pappa ;/&lt;br /&gt;Jaja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forresten, stikk innom reise-bloggen min, innleggene blir skrivd fra mobilen min ^^ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pernilleifarta.blogspot.com"&gt;Pernille I Farta :]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Hva synes dere om familiebursdager?&lt;br /&gt;- Hva skal dere ha på dere til jul?&lt;br /&gt;- Hva synes dere om reise-blogger? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Pernille. :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6115087034156081630-7399555196387074400?l=ifanyonecared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifanyonecared.blogspot.com/feeds/7399555196387074400/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115087034156081630&amp;postID=7399555196387074400' title='4 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115087034156081630/posts/default/7399555196387074400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115087034156081630/posts/default/7399555196387074400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifanyonecared.blogspot.com/2008/11/poor-little-misunderstood-baby.html' title='Poor little misunderstood baby.'/><author><name>Pernille Tårnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15729101507690647008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SSGuivk9PVI/AAAAAAAAANo/yf-QGUtgyf4/S220/n587601894_2471.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115087034156081630.post-2144965358173944789</id><published>2008-11-20T21:14:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T22:19:37.724+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Kantine igjen.</title><content type='html'>Ja, ny dag, ny kantine.&lt;br /&gt;Minipizza i dag også, et helvetes stress x]&lt;br /&gt;Jeg stod der å lagde nesten 100 minipizzaer, og de ble faktisk ganske fine til tross for at jeg ble drit lei.&lt;br /&gt;Jeg og Hennie hadde jo ingenting å gjøre når det faktisk var friminutt og kantina var åpen, for vi skulle ikke steke pizzaene, og vi kunne ikke stå i kassa for der var det fullt. Så vi gikk da inn på Mat&amp;amp;Helse rommet som ligger ved siden av og bestemte oss for å skaffe oss leilighet der. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270843238200029730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SSXL_7-usiI/AAAAAAAAAQA/lkQ0gkqP1Rs/s320/Picture+559.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Skaptroll nr 1, - Hennie &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270851701437814738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SSXTsj_219I/AAAAAAAAAR4/m34eCYl1Olc/s320/Picture+543.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Skaptroll nr. 2, - Pernille :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270844494744491314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SSXNJE-RlTI/AAAAAAAAAQg/_uKYJ_OtZKk/s320/Picture+549.jpg" border="0" /&gt;- Flytter inn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270845086694779826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SSXNriKOK7I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/PU0wZ-mLmEU/s320/Picture+538.jpg" border="0" /&gt; - Begynner å få fiksa ting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270843240584835378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SSXMAE3T8TI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/OSujOln-Qb0/s320/Picture+553.jpg" border="0" /&gt;- Kommet på plass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270843238684747106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SSXL_9yS5WI/AAAAAAAAAQI/qPV64H_W6a8/s320/Picture+554.jpg" border="0" /&gt;August ville også prøve :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vi er glade i skap, for rett etterpå skjedde dette:&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SSXPhL1GM_I/AAAAAAAAARQ/jvOE4C51mt8/s1600-h/Picture+540.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270847107925160946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SSXPhL1GM_I/AAAAAAAAARQ/jvOE4C51mt8/s320/Picture+540.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SSXPg7iZ87I/AAAAAAAAARI/dfeIdyVlqgU/s1600-h/Picture+539.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270847103551796146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SSXPg7iZ87I/AAAAAAAAARI/dfeIdyVlqgU/s320/Picture+539.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Verdens søteste skaptroll, - Hennie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270850963293472594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SSXTBmMiB1I/AAAAAAAAARw/RrqQJZ47WKI/s320/Picture+541.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Også meg &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Dette er da skapene vi pleier å ha sekker, jakker, yttertøy og sånt i. De er kanskje 30-40 cm breie, ja, vi er rå ! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270847114685884962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SSXPhlA-qiI/AAAAAAAAARg/2Yc15ePfMzY/s320/Picture+552.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SSXPheMmAhI/AAAAAAAAARY/eM_6BmJw9Rs/s1600-h/Picture+548.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270847112855552530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SSXPheMmAhI/AAAAAAAAARY/eM_6BmJw9Rs/s320/Picture+548.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ja, det ble poser-bilder på oss ^^ vi kledde oss ut, det var stilig :]. Hvordan vi så ut når disse bildene ble tatt burde dere helst ikke få vite, men likevel..&lt;br /&gt;Hennie: Lilla knestrømper, gjennomsiktig svart tyllskjørt med g-streng under, svart topp og tiara.&lt;br /&gt;Meg: Svarte sokker, grønn tights, rød/svart stripete hotpants, hvit genser med blå supermann t-skjorte over og nisseluer.&lt;br /&gt;Vi måtte sørge for at ikke broren min var i nærheten, så vi sneik oss rundt i huset. Vi skulle egentlig øve til prøve. :]&lt;br /&gt;Senre skulle vi gå tur med Texas, hunden min, men mamma hadde tatt med henne, så vi gikk ovet til Christian og spurte om han ville være med på tur. Christian ble med siden vi hadde bæsjeposer (noe vi egentlig ikke hadde).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Hva har dere gjort i dag?&lt;br /&gt;- Vil noen bo i leiligheten med oss?&lt;br /&gt;- Hva liker dere å kle dere ut med?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Pernille. :] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6115087034156081630-2144965358173944789?l=ifanyonecared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifanyonecared.blogspot.com/feeds/2144965358173944789/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115087034156081630&amp;postID=2144965358173944789' title='4 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115087034156081630/posts/default/2144965358173944789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115087034156081630/posts/default/2144965358173944789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifanyonecared.blogspot.com/2008/11/kantine-igjen.html' title='Kantine igjen.'/><author><name>Pernille Tårnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15729101507690647008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SSGuivk9PVI/AAAAAAAAANo/yf-QGUtgyf4/S220/n587601894_2471.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SSXL_7-usiI/AAAAAAAAAQA/lkQ0gkqP1Rs/s72-c/Picture+559.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115087034156081630.post-1060770483625564250</id><published>2008-11-19T19:22:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T19:31:05.675+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Vennskap.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;En tåre glir sakte nedover kinnet kinnet mitt imens jeg begraver vennskapet mitt med Nassa.&lt;br /&gt;Det er slutt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hun orket ikke mer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En dør er lukket, en ny åpnes.&lt;br /&gt;En ny epoke i livet mitt er i ferd med å bre seg rundt meg.&lt;br /&gt;Skal jeg la det skje?&lt;br /&gt;Skal jeg stoppe det?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeg vet ingenting mer, snart går jeg over streken til galskap.&lt;br /&gt;Finnes det mer å felle tårer for?&lt;br /&gt;I såfall vil jeg bort nå, det klarer jeg ikke å bære.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Pernille.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6115087034156081630-1060770483625564250?l=ifanyonecared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifanyonecared.blogspot.com/feeds/1060770483625564250/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115087034156081630&amp;postID=1060770483625564250' title='7 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115087034156081630/posts/default/1060770483625564250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115087034156081630/posts/default/1060770483625564250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifanyonecared.blogspot.com/2008/11/vennskap.html' title='Vennskap.'/><author><name>Pernille Tårnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15729101507690647008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SSGuivk9PVI/AAAAAAAAANo/yf-QGUtgyf4/S220/n587601894_2471.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115087034156081630.post-2861118585166015401</id><published>2008-11-18T18:35:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T19:27:43.529+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Kantine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SSL-0a7PodI/AAAAAAAAAOI/OxIGKlQJC2U/s1600-h/Picture+533.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270054690511364562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SSL-0a7PodI/AAAAAAAAAOI/OxIGKlQJC2U/s320/Picture+533.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sånn går det når jeg og Hennie er hypre med stygge hårnett på kjøkkenet x] Jeg lover, vi ser visst ikke sånn ut ^^&lt;br /&gt;Jeg, Hennie, Eirik, Torje, August, Dennis, Gudrun, Amalie, Kristine og Siri hadde kantina i dag, noe vi skal ha ut uka. Jeg elsker å lage mat, men i dag var det ingenting å gjøre, så jeg og Hennie kjeda oss hele tiden, og til slutt ble jeg, Dennis og Siri stående med oppvasken imens alle andre hadde forsvunnet til M&amp;amp;H, joda. Koslig.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270060593913009698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SSMEMCz4FiI/AAAAAAAAAPY/NR5JryBIhgE/s200/Picture+537.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270060584526256386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SSMELf15mQI/AAAAAAAAAPA/LuTVqrjMhlQ/s200/Picture+530.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;August sitt før/etter-bilde, Hennie måtte lixm klusse litt pusekatt i ansiktet hans :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270060591827349874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SSMEL7CncXI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/VKY8obZqWV4/s200/Picture+536.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hennie&amp;amp;Torje.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270060584087799538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SSMELeNXRvI/AAAAAAAAAPI/6Do0ZLUoWTA/s200/Picture+535.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hennie&amp;amp;Eirik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hennie er glad i folk, men jeg vet ikke om folk setter så veldig pris på det x]&lt;br /&gt;Hennie er så søt :D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270064175963742530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SSMHci_UoUI/AAAAAAAAAPg/jKC-2Imx568/s320/Picture+532.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Det endte med at jeg ble med hjem til Hennie, også gjorde vi faktisk matte! x]&lt;br /&gt;Jeg ser så klok ut når jeg driver med matte altså.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, veit det ser litt merkelig når teksten var så langt fra bildene, men jeg får ikke til å ha både midtstil tekst OG venstrejustert --,&lt;br /&gt;Noen av dere som veit hvordan man får inn videoer på innlegget? Jeg får det ikke til :'&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Hva har dere gjort i dag da?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Pernille. :]&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/6115087034156081630-2861118585166015401?l=ifanyonecared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifanyonecared.blogspot.com/feeds/2861118585166015401/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115087034156081630&amp;postID=2861118585166015401' title='5 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115087034156081630/posts/default/2861118585166015401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115087034156081630/posts/default/2861118585166015401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifanyonecared.blogspot.com/2008/11/kantine.html' title='Kantine.'/><author><name>Pernille Tårnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15729101507690647008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SSGuivk9PVI/AAAAAAAAANo/yf-QGUtgyf4/S220/n587601894_2471.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SSL-0a7PodI/AAAAAAAAAOI/OxIGKlQJC2U/s72-c/Picture+533.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115087034156081630.post-6707567580313553967</id><published>2008-11-17T17:07:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T19:54:09.943+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tårer.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SSGXatjUqdI/AAAAAAAAANg/P7XMb_vlVhM/s1600-h/tears_and_eye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269659524160334290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 161px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SSGXatjUqdI/AAAAAAAAANg/P7XMb_vlVhM/s200/tears_and_eye.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Har du noen gang opplevd at dere må gå ut fordi du ikke vil at moren din skal se dine tårer?&lt;br /&gt;Det har jeg. Jeg gikk ute i over 1 time, tårene mine var nesten istapper, huden min var nesten blå av frost. Det begynner å bli noen uker siden, men jeg kjenner at det ikke er lenge til neste gang. Det bygger seg opp, dag for dag. Jeg krangler med noen, dag etter dag. Snart må jeg igjennom enda en depresjonsperiode, de kommer alltid i desember.&lt;br /&gt;Jeg savner vennskapet mitt med Nassa, etter at Simen kom inn i bildet så har Nassa blitt så.. nærtagen ;/ Men jeg kommer ikke til å droppe Simen, han er snart alt jeg har. Nassa burde være en så god venninne at hun lar meg ha kjæreste uten at vennskapet vårt ryker, men det er visst ikke så enkelt.&lt;br /&gt;Tingen er at.. jeg begynner å krangle med Simen også hvis jeg forteller han hva som skjer, han tror at alt er hans skyld. Det er ikke det. Alt er min skyld. Går jeg under, går alle andre rundt meg under. Jeg får dem til å ha skyldfølelse. Alt er min skyld. Jeg har en tendens til å ødelegge menneskene rundt meg, gjøre dem like deprimerte som meg. ALT ER MIN SKYLD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Og nå kommer tårene..&lt;br /&gt;Etter de små gledene. Jeg er lykkelig! Krangel. Jeg er ulykkelig!&lt;br /&gt;Sånn fortsetter det.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Jeg er sinnsyk. Tror jeg. Noen ganger.&lt;br /&gt;Jeg vil ut. Jeg vil at det skal regne. Jeg vil ut. Jeg vil kjenne regnet sildre nedover huden min. Jeg vil ut. Jeg vil fryse pga. at kinnene mine er frostkalde. Jeg vil ut. Jeg vil føle at jeg har venner igjen. Jeg vil ut. Ordentlige venner. Jeg vil ut. Jeg vil ut. Jeg vil vekk. Alt er min skyld.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Pernille.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6115087034156081630-6707567580313553967?l=ifanyonecared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifanyonecared.blogspot.com/feeds/6707567580313553967/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115087034156081630&amp;postID=6707567580313553967' title='9 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115087034156081630/posts/default/6707567580313553967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115087034156081630/posts/default/6707567580313553967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifanyonecared.blogspot.com/2008/11/trer.html' title='Tårer.'/><author><name>Pernille Tårnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15729101507690647008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SSGuivk9PVI/AAAAAAAAANo/yf-QGUtgyf4/S220/n587601894_2471.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SSGXatjUqdI/AAAAAAAAANg/P7XMb_vlVhM/s72-c/tears_and_eye.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115087034156081630.post-5009498980872633269</id><published>2008-11-17T14:25:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T15:03:21.270+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tentamen.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ja, sorry for at jeg ikke skrev i går, regner med at dere ikke ble altfor såra.&lt;br /&gt;Jeg må si det, jeg blir ordentlig sliten av å reise ifra Simen, også blir jeg skikkelig deprimert etterpå. Det faktum at jeg faktisk skulle ha tentamen i dag i tillegg gjorde ikke saken noe bedre. Jeg tror faktisk at det gikk bra på tentamen da, norsk-tentamen forresten. Jeg skrev 4 sider, 2060 ord, og ifølge Hennie så var den veldig bra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269621892715686178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SSF1MRfwqSI/AAAAAAAAANA/4ld2N1ngb2M/s200/Picture+527.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269621893885431442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SSF1MV2pjpI/AAAAAAAAANI/Q-Ex0Oaa3DU/s200/Picture+519.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Og jeg og Hennie hadde det ganske så morsomt før tentamen faktisk, som dere sikkert ser. Jeg hadde som oppgave å følge henne rundt, imens hu gikk på folk og skremte dem ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269623064155280514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SSF2QdcuVII/AAAAAAAAANQ/GxK_cMsygEY/s320/Picture+500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Men ihvertfall, helga var utrolig digg. Jeg og Simen har et utrolig fint forhold, og jeg stoler på han, fullt og helt. I tillegg så har vi 4 mnd. dag i dag ^^ Derfor må dere si gratulerer, siden dere er så søte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269625433500828722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SSF4aX8uRDI/AAAAAAAAANY/tlaEJZ2RBO8/s200/Picture+503.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Btw, jeg ELSKER skjorta til Simen, den er så digg. Det er yndlingsplagget mitt for tiden, og &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;jeg er &lt;em&gt;ikke &lt;/em&gt;flink til å ta den når jeg er i nærheten, hvordan kan dere tro noe sånt? (a)&lt;br /&gt;Jeg har vel egentlig et bedre bilde av meg med den. Tingen er at jeg og lillesøstra mi tok poser-bilder (noe jeg ruler i), også får jeg ikke lagt inn bildene på PC`en ;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noen av dere som vil se norsk-tentamnen min fra i fjor ? Jeg fikk 5`er på den, kunne tenkt meg å høre deres mening ^^&lt;br /&gt;Tenkte at jeg kunne legge ut dette årets også, men jeg må nesten vente til jeg har fått den tilbake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Hva har dere gjort i helga?&lt;br /&gt;- Hva er deres yndlingsplagg nå for tiden?&lt;br /&gt;- Hva fikk dere på fjorårets tentamner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Pernille. :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6115087034156081630-5009498980872633269?l=ifanyonecared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifanyonecared.blogspot.com/feeds/5009498980872633269/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115087034156081630&amp;postID=5009498980872633269' title='6 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115087034156081630/posts/default/5009498980872633269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115087034156081630/posts/default/5009498980872633269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifanyonecared.blogspot.com/2008/11/tentamen.html' title='Tentamen.'/><author><name>Pernille Tårnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15729101507690647008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SSGuivk9PVI/AAAAAAAAANo/yf-QGUtgyf4/S220/n587601894_2471.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SSF1MRfwqSI/AAAAAAAAANA/4ld2N1ngb2M/s72-c/Picture+527.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115087034156081630.post-4015614412898191538</id><published>2008-11-14T11:41:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T12:08:45.873+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nye inntrykk.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SR1bkC5g1CI/AAAAAAAAAM4/oPDLKdFuhOM/s1600-h/Picture+499.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268467813904864290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SR1bkC5g1CI/AAAAAAAAAM4/oPDLKdFuhOM/s320/Picture+499.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Foto: Tatt og redigert av meg, privat.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Imens jeg har sitti her og gjort ferdig gaven til Nassa, så har jeg lest igjennom bloggen til &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://smokebleu.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Smoke Bleu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;, og kom på inntrykket bloggen til &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.panic-at-the-last.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vikkan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; gjorde på meg. Jeg vet ikke hva som har skjedde med Smoke Bleu, men jeg har hørt historien til Vikkan og.. Tårene trillet nedover kinnene mine, det sier en god del. Ja, jeg er en emosjonell person, men jeg gråter ikke av blogger, for jeg kjenner ikke personene bak. Men nå klarte jeg å føle smerten, sannhetene som er skrevet imellom linjene. Det er fælt når det faktisk går opp for deg hvor vondt folk har/har hatt det, og det er skremmende, for det kan faktisk skje med deg også!&lt;br /&gt;Jeg har gått igjennom noen depresjonstider selv, og det var vondt, men jeg har aldri opplevd noe sånt, eller klart å se smerten så klart!&lt;br /&gt;Ja, jeg er en merkelig person &gt;_&lt;&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SR1Yk23f25I/AAAAAAAAAMo/skyknut36mE/s1600-h/Picture+499.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6115087034156081630-4015614412898191538?l=ifanyonecared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifanyonecared.blogspot.com/feeds/4015614412898191538/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115087034156081630&amp;postID=4015614412898191538' title='6 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115087034156081630/posts/default/4015614412898191538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115087034156081630/posts/default/4015614412898191538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifanyonecared.blogspot.com/2008/11/nye-inntrykk.html' title='Nye inntrykk.'/><author><name>Pernille Tårnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15729101507690647008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SSGuivk9PVI/AAAAAAAAANo/yf-QGUtgyf4/S220/n587601894_2471.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SR1bkC5g1CI/AAAAAAAAAM4/oPDLKdFuhOM/s72-c/Picture+499.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115087034156081630.post-8570581331037393214</id><published>2008-11-13T18:18:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T18:24:59.984+01:00</updated><title type='text'>VIKKAN :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Grattis med dagen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.panic-at-the-last.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Vikkan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, du er en søtnos helt ulik noen andre :]&lt;br /&gt;Seksten, du er eldre enn meg gitt x]&lt;br /&gt;Og du er en fantastisk person som jeg ønsker all lykke på bursdagen din :]&lt;br /&gt;Som &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stupid-memories.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mille&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; sa "Du er et forbilde for alle oss andre som furter for en liten flis i finger`n!"&lt;br /&gt;Alle andre; stikk innom henne og gratuler henne, vær litt koslige nå :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Gratulerer til flickan,&lt;br /&gt;med navnet Vikkan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Huhu, jeg er så klok ^^&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;GRATULERER&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;MED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;DAGEN&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;VIKKAN&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6115087034156081630-8570581331037393214?l=ifanyonecared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifanyonecared.blogspot.com/feeds/8570581331037393214/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115087034156081630&amp;postID=8570581331037393214' title='4 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115087034156081630/posts/default/8570581331037393214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115087034156081630/posts/default/8570581331037393214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifanyonecared.blogspot.com/2008/11/vikkan-d.html' title='VIKKAN :D'/><author><name>Pernille Tårnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15729101507690647008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SSGuivk9PVI/AAAAAAAAANo/yf-QGUtgyf4/S220/n587601894_2471.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115087034156081630.post-5885721520351037425</id><published>2008-11-13T13:09:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:26:02.562+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sykdom --,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ja, da sitter jeg hjemme og glaner igjen da --,&lt;br /&gt;Vi skulle egentlig ha gym i de to siste timene i dag, men tingen er at jeg ikke har noen sjanse i havet til å overleve en av gymtimene våre når jeg er forkjøla, for jeg får så sinnsykt fort vondt i hodet samtidig som hals og nese tetter seg fullstendig og forårsaker at jeg ikke får puste. Ja, jeg har en koslig kropp ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Uff, jeg gikk glipp av temafag (vi har ett fag av gangen, N&amp;amp;M, Samf, RLE), noe som vil si at jeg kommer til å slite på lekse-prøva i N&amp;amp;M. Lekse-prøver er teite! Også går jeg glipp av musikk, et av mine yndlingsfag, så etterpå skal jeg pumpe Kristian for info ^^&lt;br /&gt;Stakkars Kristian, min koselig Eik ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Også er det forkjøla-trioen da, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://panic-at-the-last.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vikkan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stupid-memories.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mille&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; og meg. Mille er visst på vei til å bli bedre, og Vikkan nyser bare. Imens jeg har vondt i hodet og har slim stappa langt oppi halsen. Jeg må si det, de har blitt mine nye bestevenner altså, jeg har til-og-med aldri møtt dem!&lt;br /&gt;Neida, jeg tuller, men de er sinnsykt koslige :] Også er de så søte at de legger igjen kommentarer på bloggen min, noe som er utrolig koslig siden nesten ingen andre gjør det --,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ellers har jeg det helt fint, bortsett fra at jeg fikk en haug med kjeft i stad når jeg hørte på musikk. Mamma lå nede og sov, hun har feber, og det er overhodet ikke bra med tanke på edderkoppbittene hun fikk når hu var i Texas i HØSTFERIEN! De har enda ikke gått bort, og de har verka og væska og.. æsj, mamma kunne såvidt kjøre bil en stund fordi hu ikke klarte å trykke inn klutchen (eller hvordan det skrives). Det har kommet en sånn MSRA (elns rart), vet ikke om det er bakterie eller hva det er, men det er ekstremt smittefare hvis noen har åpne sår, så hvis dette hadde skjedd i fjor så hadde jeg, Martine og Fredrik (kanskje også dyra) måtte blitt sendt bort fordi mamma hadde blitt satt i isolat. Men nå har loven forandra seg, så man skal ta sånn forhånds-ett-eller-annet. Jeg er så flink til å følge med !&lt;br /&gt;Men jeg kan ikke noe for at jeg liker å høre på musikk, jeg gjør det hele tiden, jeg er TOTALAVHENGIG --, Også har jeg høyttalere til iPod`en min, så jeg slipper alle CD`ene ^^ så nå har jeg plugga iPod`en til sine vanlige høretelefoner og håper at jeg ikke blir frista til å synge høyt x]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Har dere noen små gleder nå i hverdagen?&lt;br /&gt;- Noen andre som er forkjøla?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Hva gjorde dere i høstferien?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Pernille. :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6115087034156081630-5885721520351037425?l=ifanyonecared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifanyonecared.blogspot.com/feeds/5885721520351037425/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115087034156081630&amp;postID=5885721520351037425' title='3 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115087034156081630/posts/default/5885721520351037425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115087034156081630/posts/default/5885721520351037425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifanyonecared.blogspot.com/2008/11/sykdom.html' title='Sykdom --,'/><author><name>Pernille Tårnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15729101507690647008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SSGuivk9PVI/AAAAAAAAANo/yf-QGUtgyf4/S220/n587601894_2471.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115087034156081630.post-9067931567459591966</id><published>2008-11-12T19:32:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:42:26.472+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Don`t Blame Me, Blame The Weather.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Uff, jeg føler ikke for å blogge egentlig, men jeg kan vel legge inn noe, tenkte jeg ikke skulle skuffe de få som faktisk gidder å titte innom bloggen min. JA, jeg er super-optimist, not --, men dèt kan faktisk ha noe med sykdom og gjøre, for jeg er vel egentlig ganske glad til vanlig, er jeg ikke?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Skrivelysten min har forsvunnet litt fordi, som jeg sa, jeg begynner å bli syk, forkjøla-syk ;/&lt;br /&gt;Og i tillegg har vi snart norsktentamen, nærmere bestemt neste mandag. Også til fredag har vi lekseprøve i N&amp;amp;M, atomer og sånt, neste uke har vi N&amp;amp;M-prøve (ja, vi har to N&amp;amp;M-prøver) og M&amp;amp;H-prøve --, og jeg må gjøre ferdig en fortelling jeg skulle gjort ferdig for over 1 mnd. (kanskje 2) siden, men ingen pusha om at den skulle bli ferdig, så jeg hadde klart å glemme den (selvfølgelig).&lt;br /&gt;Shit, det er ikke alltid like enkelt når nesa de renner, og du går rundt og har konstant vondt i hodet, og ingenting hjelper uansett hvor mange piller du propper i deg, så den fordømte hodepinen sitter i hele tiden. Det verste er at det snart er audition til juleshowet, og jeg SKAL være med der, men jeg har jo fått skikkelig redusert stemme nå &gt;_&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dere merker kanskje at jeg skriver utrolig dårlig i dag?&lt;br /&gt;Don`t blame me, blame the weather..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaja.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Noen sykdommer ute og går hos dere?&lt;br /&gt;Hva slags prøver har dere i vente?&lt;br /&gt;Noen show på gang?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Pernille. :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6115087034156081630-9067931567459591966?l=ifanyonecared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifanyonecared.blogspot.com/feeds/9067931567459591966/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115087034156081630&amp;postID=9067931567459591966' title='3 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115087034156081630/posts/default/9067931567459591966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115087034156081630/posts/default/9067931567459591966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifanyonecared.blogspot.com/2008/11/dont-blame-me-blame-weather.html' title='Don`t Blame Me, Blame The Weather.'/><author><name>Pernille Tårnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15729101507690647008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SSGuivk9PVI/AAAAAAAAANo/yf-QGUtgyf4/S220/n587601894_2471.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115087034156081630.post-3310685768790701993</id><published>2008-11-11T21:12:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T21:56:51.149+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nickelback.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SRnwT_91QOI/AAAAAAAAAMg/-sMfqj9Ymwg/s1600-h/Totally%2520Nickelback%2520Links%2520Banner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267505465565462754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SRnwT_91QOI/AAAAAAAAAMg/-sMfqj9Ymwg/s400/Totally%2520Nickelback%2520Links%2520Banner.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Never been lost, never been found"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Mistake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"If they could love, like you and me,&lt;br /&gt;imagine what, the world could be"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;- If Everyone Cared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Coz something's gotta go wrong, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;coz I'm feelin' way too damn good"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Feelin' Way Too Damn Good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why's what's best for you, always the worst thing for me?&lt;br /&gt;When am I gonna learn? Why? Cause I'm tired of hating.&lt;br /&gt;When will it be your turn? Why? Cause I'm tired of waiting"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Do This Anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Believe it or not, everyone have things that they hide.&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not, everyone keeps most things inside.&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not, everyone, believe in something above.&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not, everyone, need to feel loved"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Believe It Or Not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Well now I guess I should've listened,&lt;br /&gt;when you said you'd had enough.&lt;br /&gt;A little trick I picked up from my father, in one ear and out the other,&lt;br /&gt;why`s love gotta be so tough?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Should`ve Listened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finnes fler, men jeg husker ingen for øyeblikket.&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/6115087034156081630-3310685768790701993?l=ifanyonecared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifanyonecared.blogspot.com/feeds/3310685768790701993/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115087034156081630&amp;postID=3310685768790701993' title='2 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115087034156081630/posts/default/3310685768790701993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115087034156081630/posts/default/3310685768790701993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifanyonecared.blogspot.com/2008/11/nickelback.html' title='Nickelback.'/><author><name>Pernille Tårnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15729101507690647008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SSGuivk9PVI/AAAAAAAAANo/yf-QGUtgyf4/S220/n587601894_2471.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SRnwT_91QOI/AAAAAAAAAMg/-sMfqj9Ymwg/s72-c/Totally%2520Nickelback%2520Links%2520Banner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115087034156081630.post-3699829006609101226</id><published>2008-11-11T15:09:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T15:31:47.041+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Faen --,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hvorfor i helvete har du fordommer mot en du ikke en gang har møtt ? Du kan ikke vite hvordan S er vel! Og selv om jeg og S har krangla, og du har fått inntrykk fra de gangene, så kan du ikke si at S er en drittsekk når du aldri har møtt S! Hadde du hørt om de stundene vi ikke har krangla, altså nesten alltid, så hadde du unna meg denne lykken i stedet for å si at S manipulerer meg og rakker ned på meg, for det veit du ikke en dritt om!&lt;br /&gt;Og det å si at S bestemmer over meg og hvem jeg er med, er bare ljug! S blir jo faktisk skuffa når han har gleda seg i 2 uker til å møte meg, men så kan ikke jeg fordi jeg skal finne på noe med N, og da kan ikke du komme å kalle S kontrollfreak fordi S blir lei seg og får meg til å tenke på hva jeg egentlig burde gjøre, og jeg dropper ikke N!&lt;br /&gt;Det du sier, sier du på så utrolig grunnlag, fordi du kjenner ikke S, og du veit ikke hvor utrolig lykkelig jeg er. Det er så tragisk at du plutselig skal begynne å snakke så stygt om S nå, for S betyr virkelig mye for meg, og jeg er sinnsykt glad i S!&lt;br /&gt;Den samtalen jeg hadde med S sist gang, den fiksa alt, jeg fikk endelig vite hva som hadde plaget S så lenge, og S fortalte meg at.. Det var MEG S hadde forelska seg i, ikke en kopi av N. Og jeg skjønner jo S, for lixm.. Jeg forguder N, N betyr så utrolig mye for meg, men jeg vil ha meg min egen identitet. Og N ble sint på meg og la ut det innlegget, men du visste at det hadde fiksa seg, og da hadde ikke du trengt til å bla ut med at S er en drittsekk og sånt, for det er ikke sant!&lt;br /&gt;Og nå har det seg sånn at jeg har fått problemer for det som skjedde fordi jeg ringte S fordi jeg trengte noen å snakke med, men det gikk ordentlig inn på S, så.. Takk skal du faenmeg ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unnskyld, måtte bare få det ut folkens..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ehm ja, jeg banner mye, stygg uvane :S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Og ja, det ble litt mye kluss med N`er og S er, men jeg skrev han/hun først og bytta det ut med bokstaver, vil ikke henge ut noen, men dere skjønner sikkert hvem det er uansett.&lt;br /&gt;Jeg fikk inspirasjon fra &lt;a href="http://www.panic-at-the-last.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vikkan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, forbokstaven i navnet er bedre enn navnet hvis det er negative ting man snakker om, så tusen takk &lt;a href="http://www.panic-at-the-last.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vikkan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pernille.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6115087034156081630-3699829006609101226?l=ifanyonecared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifanyonecared.blogspot.com/feeds/3699829006609101226/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115087034156081630&amp;postID=3699829006609101226' title='4 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115087034156081630/posts/default/3699829006609101226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115087034156081630/posts/default/3699829006609101226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifanyonecared.blogspot.com/2008/11/faen.html' title='Faen --,'/><author><name>Pernille Tårnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15729101507690647008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SSGuivk9PVI/AAAAAAAAANo/yf-QGUtgyf4/S220/n587601894_2471.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115087034156081630.post-2988382671066141707</id><published>2008-11-10T20:29:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T21:11:18.107+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SRiR_d777hI/AAAAAAAAAMY/0X_MB8gAjA8/s1600-h/Picture+150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267120283763600914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SRiR_d777hI/AAAAAAAAAMY/0X_MB8gAjA8/s320/Picture+150.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I went to a party mum,I remember what you said.&lt;br /&gt;You told me not to drink, mum, so I drank coke instead.&lt;br /&gt;I really felt proud inside, mum, the way you said I would.&lt;br /&gt;I didn`t drink and drive, mum, even though the others said I should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I know I did the right thing, mum, I know you are always right.&lt;br /&gt;Now the party is finally ending, as everyone is driving out of sight.&lt;br /&gt;As I got into my car, mum, I knew I`d get home in one piece.&lt;br /&gt;Because of the way you raised me,so responsible and sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started to drive away, mum ,but as I pulled out into the road.&lt;br /&gt;The other car didn`t see me, mum, and hit me like a load.&lt;br /&gt;As I lay there on pavement, Mum, I hear the policeman say,&lt;br /&gt;the other guy is drunk, mum, and now I`m the one who will pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I`m lying here dying, mum, I wish u`d get here soon.&lt;br /&gt;How could this happend to me mum? My life just bursts as a balloon.&lt;br /&gt;There is blood all around me, mum, and most of it is mine.&lt;br /&gt;I hear the paramedic say, mum, I`ll die in a short time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I just wanted to tell you, mum, I swear I didn`t drink.&lt;br /&gt;It was the others, mum, the others didn`t think.&lt;br /&gt;He was probably at the same party as I.&lt;br /&gt;The only differnce is, he drank and I will die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Why do people drink mum? It can ruin your whole life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I`m feeling sharp pains now. Pains just like a knife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The guy who hit me is walking, mum, and I don`t think it`s fair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I`m lying here dying and all he can do is stare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tell my brother not to cry, mum. Tell daddy to be brave.&lt;br /&gt;And when I go to heaven, put "Daddy`s Girl" on my grave.&lt;br /&gt;Someone should have told him, mum, not to drink and drive.&lt;br /&gt;If only they had told him, mum, I would still be alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My breath is getting shorter, mum. I`m becomming very scared.&lt;br /&gt;Please don`t cry for me, mum. When I needed you, you where there.&lt;br /&gt;I have one last question, mum, before I say good bye.&lt;br /&gt;I didn`t drink and drive so why am I the one to die?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hva jeg klarer å finne på internett..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Husker ikke kilden, lagra den på pc`en for lenge siden.&lt;/span&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/6115087034156081630-2988382671066141707?l=ifanyonecared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifanyonecared.blogspot.com/feeds/2988382671066141707/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115087034156081630&amp;postID=2988382671066141707' title='2 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115087034156081630/posts/default/2988382671066141707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115087034156081630/posts/default/2988382671066141707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifanyonecared.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-went-to-party-mumi-remember-what-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Pernille Tårnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15729101507690647008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SSGuivk9PVI/AAAAAAAAANo/yf-QGUtgyf4/S220/n587601894_2471.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SRiR_d777hI/AAAAAAAAAMY/0X_MB8gAjA8/s72-c/Picture+150.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115087034156081630.post-7968775047634741514</id><published>2008-11-10T14:29:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T15:25:29.904+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love Weekends !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ja, dere skjønner tegninga ? Helger er utrolig deilige, spesielt når jeg får møtt kjæresten min :]&lt;br /&gt;Altså, jeg var da på besøk hos Simen, og på lørdag fant vi ut at vi skulle dra på Jessheim, som nå er utbygd. Fyttigrisen så utrolig forvirrende! Jeg som synes Jessheim var masete nok fra før holdt på å daue nå x] Det var gøy da ^^ også hadde de sånne utrolig fancy rulletrapper med lys som skifta farge ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SRg9XsnoKVI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/vRX323nfPng/s1600-h/Picture+496.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267027241533450578" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SRg9XsnoKVI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/vRX323nfPng/s320/Picture+496.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Har du noensinne sett noe så utrolig nydelig?&lt;br /&gt;Vi stakk innom dyrebutikken skjønner dere :] Jeg ble helt forelska i disse, de sov på ryggen, uff, jeg liker dyr godt. Egentlig så synes jeg at det er litt dyreplageri å holde dem i sånne små bur, men så lenge de tar vare på dem og behandler dem pent så kan jeg vel leve med det.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;På søndagen skulle vi feire bursdagen til tanta hos farmoren&amp;amp;farfaren, og det medførte at jeg fikk møte enda flere fra familien. Tanta hans er forresten utrolig fresh, og Simen ser utrolig stilig ut i skjorte, sånn selskapsskjorte altså, noe jeg aldri har sett han gå med før.&lt;br /&gt;Jeg visste jo selvfølgelig ikke at vi skulle i bursdag, så jeg sleit i evigheter med å finne klær --, Til slutt ble det en svart bukse og en skjorte med belte i livet, joda, spennende. Men jeg fikk ihvertfall skryt for håret mitt da, som Simen retta fordi jeg suger i å rette hår (a).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeg la inn et innlegg på &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stupid-memories.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mille`s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; blogg fordi hun hadde skrevet om en film, og jeg tenkte jeg bare skulle fortelle det samme her, det har ingenting med temaet å gjøre, men dere vil sikkert høre det (eller ikke).&lt;br /&gt;Jeg har en tendens til å grine sinnsykt fort på filmer har jeg funnet ut, jeg fikk tårer i øya på Fritt Vilt 2 :']&lt;br /&gt;Også begynte jeg å grine under rulleteksten på Titanic --, Ja, jeg er normal ^^&lt;br /&gt;Apropos filmer, jeg så nettopp reklame om "Madagascar 2" på TV, noe som minner meg om hvor bra 1`er er og at jeg MÅ se 2`ern x]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hva har dere gjort i helga?&lt;br /&gt;Noen andre enn meg som griner lett på filmer?&lt;br /&gt;Noen andre som skal se "Madagascar 2"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Pernille. :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6115087034156081630-7968775047634741514?l=ifanyonecared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifanyonecared.blogspot.com/feeds/7968775047634741514/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115087034156081630&amp;postID=7968775047634741514' title='5 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115087034156081630/posts/default/7968775047634741514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115087034156081630/posts/default/7968775047634741514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifanyonecared.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-love-weekends.html' title='I Love Weekends !'/><author><name>Pernille Tårnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15729101507690647008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SSGuivk9PVI/AAAAAAAAANo/yf-QGUtgyf4/S220/n587601894_2471.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SRg9XsnoKVI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/vRX323nfPng/s72-c/Picture+496.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115087034156081630.post-1696564928189616922</id><published>2008-11-06T21:26:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T21:36:20.486+01:00</updated><title type='text'>NY HEADER ^^</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ja, jeg veit, den ser litt merkelig ut, men det kommer flere etterhvert :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Og jeg har jo kind of brukt bildet tidligere, så ikke kommenter det, jeg veit det allerede.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jeg fikk litt inspirasjon fra &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stupid-memories.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mille&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, hu har en sinnsykt rå blogg som jeg følger med på 8]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Btw, showet gikk utrolig bra i dag, jeg kan ikke tro det er over ! :'&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Vi har hatt 3 forestillinger, og de gikk ganske bra ^^ Vi har fått drit mye skryt, og trinnet vårt samarbeider egentlig sinnsykt bra sammen ! Shit ass, I`m proud 8]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Haha, Odd kom bort og bare "Dansen deres.. det er det beste ! Synes jeg."  , men jeg tror han sa det til alle x]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jeg har så lyst til å lage band x] Eller danse i en gruppe elns x] Jeg har så lite å gjøre på fritiden, så noe som det hadde vært perfekt for meg ^^,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bare Kristian blir ferdig med den sangen, så kanskje vi skal synge/spille sammen ^^ Tingen er at da har vi bare gitar og vokal, det kan funke, men et helt band er lixm litt sjarmerende det også :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hva har dere på gang der ute ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hvilke blogger følger dere med på ? ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Noen andre enn meg som elsker å stå på scenen ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Pernille. :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6115087034156081630-1696564928189616922?l=ifanyonecared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifanyonecared.blogspot.com/feeds/1696564928189616922/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115087034156081630&amp;postID=1696564928189616922' title='6 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115087034156081630/posts/default/1696564928189616922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115087034156081630/posts/default/1696564928189616922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifanyonecared.blogspot.com/2008/11/ny-header.html' title='NY HEADER ^^'/><author><name>Pernille Tårnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15729101507690647008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SSGuivk9PVI/AAAAAAAAANo/yf-QGUtgyf4/S220/n587601894_2471.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115087034156081630.post-2522076632712403057</id><published>2008-11-05T17:56:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T18:26:09.083+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep on training, it does`nt work ! ._.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SRHReFtlWEI/AAAAAAAAALo/3KS9FEqq8lA/s1600-h/47ef029cd93aa_280963.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265219754232469570" style="WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SRHReFtlWEI/AAAAAAAAALo/3KS9FEqq8lA/s400/47ef029cd93aa_280963.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Bildet passer ikke til teksten, men jeg liker det ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Jeg får ikke tatt så mange bilder, så jeg har ikke noe som passer til teksten &gt;_&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ja, vi har øvd til forestillinga i hele dag, og jeg har ikke gjort stort annet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Men.. Vi har hatt "generalprøve" i dag, altså en av de siste prøvene, men resten av skolen kom. I morgen har vi først 1 forestilling skoletida for noen andre skoler (en sånn "generalprøve"), og på kvelden skal vi ha for foreldrene, lixm hovedforestilling. Og det som er litt rart er at jeg ikke fikk adrenalinkick, noe jeg alltid pleier å få etter at jeg har stått på scenen, men i dag ble jeg bare.. deprimert ;/ Tror kanskje det er fordi Simen ikke kunne være der å se på meg. Han har aldri sett meg på scenen før, og dette har jeg faktisk skills i, men så får ikke han vært der.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hva tror dere ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeg begynner å bli lei av dansen vår, alle andre kommer bort og bare "åå, dansen deres er drit bra!", "du er så flink til å danse!", "dansen er så nydelig!" osv. men jeg har sett, og gjort den så mange ganger at den er treig &gt;_&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Kristian ville at jeg skulle skrive om han i bloggen, og jeg får vel bare gjøre det da 8]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Han er bestevennen min, han gir meg nemlig maoam, sjokolade og.. hmm.. han sparte ikke kakao til meg! Kan dere tro hvor fæle folk er nå til dags ? Kan ikke spare kakao til meg BARE fordi jeg ikke er der?!&lt;br /&gt;Fysjameien, fypådeg, Kristian :']&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SRHVKg0Jt5I/AAAAAAAAAL4/R25j5vlpJvw/s1600-h/Picture+332.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265223815956903826" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SRHVKg0Jt5I/AAAAAAAAAL4/R25j5vlpJvw/s320/Picture+332.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Christian, nabo &lt;3)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Også Chris, han er virkelig bestevennen min :]&lt;br /&gt;Han er naboen min i tillegg, så jeg slipper ikke unna ham, ikke det at jeg vil det. Men broren kunne jeg gjerne ha sluppet, han spiller nemlig techno så det durer i veggen dagen lang &gt;_&lt;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hvordan er bestevennen deres ? :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Har noen av dere noen forestillinger i nærmeste framtid?&lt;br /&gt;Enten med skole eller fritid ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Pernille. :]&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/6115087034156081630-2522076632712403057?l=ifanyonecared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifanyonecared.blogspot.com/feeds/2522076632712403057/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115087034156081630&amp;postID=2522076632712403057' title='2 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115087034156081630/posts/default/2522076632712403057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115087034156081630/posts/default/2522076632712403057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifanyonecared.blogspot.com/2008/11/keep-on-training-it-doesnt-work.html' title='Keep on training, it does`nt work ! ._.'/><author><name>Pernille Tårnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15729101507690647008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SSGuivk9PVI/AAAAAAAAANo/yf-QGUtgyf4/S220/n587601894_2471.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SRHReFtlWEI/AAAAAAAAALo/3KS9FEqq8lA/s72-c/47ef029cd93aa_280963.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115087034156081630.post-4512220301340042947</id><published>2008-11-04T21:45:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T22:00:06.534+01:00</updated><title type='text'>..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Forever is just a fairytale.&lt;br /&gt;And you darling, do you care?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Don`t you see what`s going on around you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The pain, the people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Are you one of those who are just closing their eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;One of those who don`t want to face it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Or do you fake it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Every smile, every laugh, every little touch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It was just a lie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- Pernille. &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/6115087034156081630-4512220301340042947?l=ifanyonecared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifanyonecared.blogspot.com/feeds/4512220301340042947/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115087034156081630&amp;postID=4512220301340042947' title='4 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115087034156081630/posts/default/4512220301340042947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115087034156081630/posts/default/4512220301340042947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifanyonecared.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title='..'/><author><name>Pernille Tårnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15729101507690647008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SSGuivk9PVI/AAAAAAAAANo/yf-QGUtgyf4/S220/n587601894_2471.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115087034156081630.post-2239748529595663114</id><published>2008-11-03T15:01:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T15:24:40.896+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Music Is Life :]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264435686183790674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SQ8IXUnf6FI/AAAAAAAAAKo/L22Xx5eqIQk/s400/Bilde+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ja, tittelen sier vel alt .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Jeg elsker musikk, jeg har blitt totalavhengig av iPod`en min, noe som er positivt ifølge meg, men negativt ifølge andre for jeg hører ikke når de snakker til meg x] Da blir det sånn at de skriker i 15 min. for å si meg to ord, noe mamma har gått igjennom et par ganger om morgenen (a).&lt;br /&gt;Tingen er at iPod`en min er full av dritt hvis jeg skal være ærlig, jeg hører på alt (som regel rock/punk, men jeg skal ikke si noe sikkert), og iPod`en er bevis for det. Ja, den er rosa, og jeg liker ikke rosa, men jeg var inne i en rosa-periode når jeg kjøpte den, dessverre &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Hvis noen lurte, så er bildet redigert ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Egentlig så er radioer utrolig koselige, jeg skjønner virkelig hvorfor de eldre hører så mye på det, man er lixm aldri alene x] Og da kan man ikke velge musikk selv, noe som medfører at du får mer utbredt musikk-kunnskaper :]&lt;br /&gt;Hvis man velger musikk selv (sånn som meg), så innser man lixm hvor dårlig musikksmak man har, det er litt kjipt ;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hva hører dere på musikk med?&lt;br /&gt;Hva slags musikk hører dere mest på? Noen yndlingsband?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;- Pernille. :]&lt;/span&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/6115087034156081630-2239748529595663114?l=ifanyonecared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifanyonecared.blogspot.com/feeds/2239748529595663114/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115087034156081630&amp;postID=2239748529595663114' title='7 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115087034156081630/posts/default/2239748529595663114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115087034156081630/posts/default/2239748529595663114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifanyonecared.blogspot.com/2008/11/music-is-life.html' title='Music Is Life :]'/><author><name>Pernille Tårnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15729101507690647008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SSGuivk9PVI/AAAAAAAAANo/yf-QGUtgyf4/S220/n587601894_2471.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SQ8IXUnf6FI/AAAAAAAAAKo/L22Xx5eqIQk/s72-c/Bilde+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115087034156081630.post-4429290972777793106</id><published>2008-11-02T19:07:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T20:04:00.867+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hjemme igjen :]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ja, jeg har vært en tur hos pappa denne helga, noe jeg er annenhver helg :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nassa, Simen og jeg kom faktisk inn på Fritt Vilt 2 8]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Uff, stakkars Simen, jeg hadde nesten klemt i stykker hånda hans når filmen var ferdig, og Nassa skviste meg, noen ganger ble hu så redd at hu hoppa halvveis over meg og fikk popcornet til å fyke utover hele salen :']&lt;br /&gt;Ja, den var skummel, men 1`ern var faktisk bedre --,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SQ3vAHxHXTI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/wfrWjiWBHmk/s1600-h/Picture+480.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264126324830068018" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SQ3vAHxHXTI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/wfrWjiWBHmk/s320/Picture+480.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nassa hadde det morsomt med mobilen min --,&lt;br /&gt;Og ja, vi må være det minst fotogene paret noensinne :']&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SQ3y3onPsiI/AAAAAAAAAKA/SxIsbUrvHfk/s1600-h/Picture+457.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264130577074729506" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SQ3y3onPsiI/AAAAAAAAAKA/SxIsbUrvHfk/s320/Picture+457.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nassa er så utrolig søt &lt;3 Det bildet er litt morsomt egentlig (a) Peningen min &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nassa sov hos meg fra fredag-lørdag, og på lørdag fant vi ut at vi skulle på Jessheim, igjen, men denne gangen skulle vi bare henge rundt der. Vi skulle ut og vente på bussen, vi hadde stått der 10 min. over tiden da vi leste på bussrutene at bussen bare gikk annenhver time, og vi var der på feil time x] Vi gikk hjem igjen (som heldigvis ikke er langt!) og hjalp lillebroren min med Puzzlespill x].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SQ32DdPt0fI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/fo4pwKDgmHA/s1600-h/Picture+467.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264134078716563954" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SQ32DdPt0fI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/fo4pwKDgmHA/s320/Picture+467.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sånn så det ut x]&lt;br /&gt;Litt dårlig bilde, men dere er ikke så interessert regner jeg med :']&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SQ32DNi3zQI/AAAAAAAAAKI/X0opfDUFHAQ/s1600-h/Picture+485.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264134074501942530" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SQ32DNi3zQI/AAAAAAAAAKI/X0opfDUFHAQ/s320/Picture+485.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Jeg fikk tatt bilde på bussholdeplassen 8]&lt;br /&gt;Jeg likte det litt :]&lt;br /&gt;Det ser bedre ut på mobilen min (a).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Vi tok jo til slutt en seinere buss, og siden Simen hadde joina så møtte vi han der :]&lt;br /&gt;Resten av kvelden er ikke så spennende, men Nassa dro hjem ;/&lt;br /&gt;I dag var jeg en tur hos Simen, før jeg dro hjem til mamma igjen :] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Altså .. Til vanlig bor jeg hos mamma, hvor er ikke så viktig, med mamma, lillesøstera (Martine), lillebroren (Fredrik), hunden (Texas) og katten (Sirikit). Vi er stua inne i .et lite rekkehus, ganske rotete, men likevel koslig :]&lt;br /&gt;Jeg bor hos pappa annenhver helg med pappa (Kurt), stemor (Dina, de er ikke gift), stebror (Dina`s sønn, ikke pappa sin) og mine søsken. Huset er ganske stort, nesten aldri rotete, men jeg liker rot så rommet mitt er bomba (a).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hva har dere gjort i helga da ?&lt;br /&gt;Hvem bor dere sammen med? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Pernille. :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6115087034156081630-4429290972777793106?l=ifanyonecared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifanyonecared.blogspot.com/feeds/4429290972777793106/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115087034156081630&amp;postID=4429290972777793106' title='2 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115087034156081630/posts/default/4429290972777793106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115087034156081630/posts/default/4429290972777793106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifanyonecared.blogspot.com/2008/11/hjemme-igjen.html' title='Hjemme igjen :]'/><author><name>Pernille Tårnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15729101507690647008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SSGuivk9PVI/AAAAAAAAANo/yf-QGUtgyf4/S220/n587601894_2471.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SQ3vAHxHXTI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/wfrWjiWBHmk/s72-c/Picture+480.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115087034156081630.post-5525241681369333299</id><published>2008-10-31T14:14:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T14:30:57.776+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Øving ;p</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Vi har forestilling på skolen til torsdag, også.. Jeg danser 8]&lt;br /&gt;Litt teit, gruppa mi er ikke spesielt flinke til å samarbeide, men vi har klart en god del :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Jeg gleder meeeg : D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SQsHKxXWuCI/AAAAAAAAAJo/42XQbCrE3Jc/s1600-h/Picture+448.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263308471143938082" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SQsHKxXWuCI/AAAAAAAAAJo/42XQbCrE3Jc/s200/Picture+448.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SQsHLYxBQOI/AAAAAAAAAJw/Pz0WqGJTwWQ/s1600-h/Picture+449.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263308481720565986" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SQsHLYxBQOI/AAAAAAAAAJw/Pz0WqGJTwWQ/s200/Picture+449.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Og når jeg og Siri kjeder oss, så skjer dette. Det er altså korsryggen min, utrolig lekker må jeg si --, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tegningen ble litt rå da :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Og ja, jeg er bleik, men ikke SÅ bleik x] Siri brukte lyset på mobilen min skjønner dere ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Jeg ser på Simpson 8]. Jeg er sinnsykt TV-slave lixm.  Hver dag (omtrent) ser jeg på Simpsons og That`s 70s Show :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;"They payed me 50 bucks for my underpants navy" - Kelso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hva pleier dere å se på TV ? :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Pernille. :]&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/6115087034156081630-5525241681369333299?l=ifanyonecared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifanyonecared.blogspot.com/feeds/5525241681369333299/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115087034156081630&amp;postID=5525241681369333299' title='2 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115087034156081630/posts/default/5525241681369333299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115087034156081630/posts/default/5525241681369333299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifanyonecared.blogspot.com/2008/10/ving-p.html' title='Øving ;p'/><author><name>Pernille Tårnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15729101507690647008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SSGuivk9PVI/AAAAAAAAANo/yf-QGUtgyf4/S220/n587601894_2471.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SQsHKxXWuCI/AAAAAAAAAJo/42XQbCrE3Jc/s72-c/Picture+448.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115087034156081630.post-1101941945200688404</id><published>2008-10-30T21:23:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T21:51:34.617+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween i morra :O</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SQobmH4fftI/AAAAAAAAAJg/L9NYM3c2LaE/s1600-h/Picture+427.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263049456300818130" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SQobmH4fftI/AAAAAAAAAJg/L9NYM3c2LaE/s200/Picture+427.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sånn så det ut sist gang jeg og Nassa var ute på tur x]&lt;br /&gt;Den gangen på Sub Scene i Oslo, på Emilie Autumn konsert med Ellie :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Okei, jeg veit, dette er 3. innlegget mitt i dag, men jeg finner mye og skrive, og jeg får aldri alt inn i ett innlegg x] Jaa, jeg er kloook ! 8] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Men ihvertfall.. Simen, Nassa og jeg skal på kino i morra, vi tenkte vi skulle prøve å komme oss inn på Fritt Vilt 2 (a).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Noen som har sett den? Var den bra ? :] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Hvorfor klarer ikke de som faktisk går halloween å kle på se bra? Alle har sånne sinnsykt dårlige kostymer &gt;_&lt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Hva skal dere på Halloween ? :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;MARIA MENA - ALL THIS TIME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;You`re a selfdestructive, little girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pack yourself up, don`t blame the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;So you screwed up, but you gonna be okey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Now call your boyfriend and apologize,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;you pushed him pretty far, way last night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;He really loves you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;you just don`t always love yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;And all this time, all this time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;you had it in you, just sometimes need a push.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Den beskriver meg perfekt : S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Pernille. :]&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/6115087034156081630-1101941945200688404?l=ifanyonecared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifanyonecared.blogspot.com/feeds/1101941945200688404/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115087034156081630&amp;postID=1101941945200688404' title='4 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115087034156081630/posts/default/1101941945200688404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115087034156081630/posts/default/1101941945200688404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifanyonecared.blogspot.com/2008/10/halloween-i-morra-o.html' title='Halloween i morra :O'/><author><name>Pernille Tårnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15729101507690647008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SSGuivk9PVI/AAAAAAAAANo/yf-QGUtgyf4/S220/n587601894_2471.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SQobmH4fftI/AAAAAAAAAJg/L9NYM3c2LaE/s72-c/Picture+427.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115087034156081630.post-8620859676814605705</id><published>2008-10-30T17:08:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T21:50:34.303+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Jaa, klokinger :O</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mamma ringte meg når jeg var ute å gikk med Chris i går :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;" Ja, du er aldri ute eller, men den første snødagen, da skal du ut! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;" Mamma, snø ? Det er jo bare slafs jo.. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;" Åja, ja.. Haha, jeg veit jo det da! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Og senere snakka jeg engelsk:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;" Go AVEKK from that window! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Jo.. Jeg ruler 8]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Jeg skjønner ikke hvorfor jeg aldri klarer å få inn alt i ett innlegg, det må være utrolig plagsomt for dere å lese ! Ikke at det finnes noen "dere" der ute, ingen leser bloggen min x]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Jaja, jeg snakker med meg selv, det er like greit å bli sinnsyk i en alder av 14 i stedet for når jeg er 60, folk blir lixm vant til det hvis jeg starter tidlig x]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Pernille. :]&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/6115087034156081630-8620859676814605705?l=ifanyonecared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifanyonecared.blogspot.com/feeds/8620859676814605705/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115087034156081630&amp;postID=8620859676814605705' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115087034156081630/posts/default/8620859676814605705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115087034156081630/posts/default/8620859676814605705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifanyonecared.blogspot.com/2008/10/jaa-klokinger-o.html' title='Jaa, klokinger :O'/><author><name>Pernille Tårnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15729101507690647008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SSGuivk9PVI/AAAAAAAAANo/yf-QGUtgyf4/S220/n587601894_2471.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115087034156081630.post-8055990786210378603</id><published>2008-10-30T16:26:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T21:52:45.050+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Enda en dag på skolen &gt;.&lt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SQnS77SA7DI/AAAAAAAAAIo/j3gfDbRDj-Y/s1600-h/Picture+440.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262969566526499890" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SQnS77SA7DI/AAAAAAAAAIo/j3gfDbRDj-Y/s200/Picture+440.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SQnS7EhnikI/AAAAAAAAAIg/o4IvfBGc3Ns/s1600-h/Picture+439.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262969551827995202" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SQnS7EhnikI/AAAAAAAAAIg/o4IvfBGc3Ns/s200/Picture+439.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Jaa .. *kremt* jeg og Siri elsker Arne 8]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Arne er lixm et av verdens tøffeste navn 8] Bortsett fra Paul, han hadde Hennie skrivi på armen sin 8]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SQnVkEOO0YI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Qdinsu32A6o/s1600-h/Picture+347.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262972455144575362" style="WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 287px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SQnVkEOO0YI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Qdinsu32A6o/s320/Picture+347.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Den allernydeligste Hennie :] &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SQnY6bqq-YI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/MfNpEyphzv8/s1600-h/Picture+442.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262976137929881986" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SQnY6bqq-YI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/MfNpEyphzv8/s200/Picture+442.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ja, og på skolen i dag ble jeg velsignet med dette utrolig pene bildet av meg selv --,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SQnZ1Dr2n-I/AAAAAAAAAJY/xU3x7gDeOA0/s1600-h/Picture+443.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262977145104670690" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SQnZ1Dr2n-I/AAAAAAAAAJY/xU3x7gDeOA0/s200/Picture+443.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Jeg tenkte jeg skulle rette opp selvrespekten min med å vise hvor utrolig søt spenna mi er (ja, den er til å spise opp), men det funka ikke i og med at nesa mi er med, da funker ikke ting lenger x].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;- Pernille. :]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6115087034156081630-8055990786210378603?l=ifanyonecared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifanyonecared.blogspot.com/feeds/8055990786210378603/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115087034156081630&amp;postID=8055990786210378603' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115087034156081630/posts/default/8055990786210378603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115087034156081630/posts/default/8055990786210378603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifanyonecared.blogspot.com/2008/10/enda-en-dag-p-skolen.html' title='Enda en dag på skolen &gt;.&lt;'/><author><name>Pernille Tårnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15729101507690647008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SSGuivk9PVI/AAAAAAAAANo/yf-QGUtgyf4/S220/n587601894_2471.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SQnS77SA7DI/AAAAAAAAAIo/j3gfDbRDj-Y/s72-c/Picture+440.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115087034156081630.post-126940663863588989</id><published>2008-10-29T16:36:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T16:37:13.490+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Meg og Siri :]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SQiDpRYUo2I/AAAAAAAAAH4/UHMrPFXG_n0/s1600-h/Picture+423.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262600909645718370" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SQiDpRYUo2I/AAAAAAAAAH4/UHMrPFXG_n0/s200/Picture+423.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SQiDpc9aZnI/AAAAAAAAAHw/yig26lepuJo/s1600-h/Picture+420.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262600912754075250" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SQiDpc9aZnI/AAAAAAAAAHw/yig26lepuJo/s200/Picture+420.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes, we like water and pictures of ourselves :']&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Haha, jeg veit ikke hva Siri ville med henda mine på det første bildet, men det var noe rart ihvertfall x]. De hvite greien i vannet er skumspytt, altså.. vi var utrolig tørste, for vi hadde hatt svømming i 2 timer elns XD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SQiGmGfiGQI/AAAAAAAAAIA/5Tp5-8J6JhE/s1600-h/Picture+392.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262604153718446338" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SQiGmGfiGQI/AAAAAAAAAIA/5Tp5-8J6JhE/s200/Picture+392.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Siri er søt :] Spesielt i skogen når hu skal følge meg hjem når jeg var hos henne en tur og lagde smykker :] Dette er da om sommeren, da det var varmt og deilig i motsetning til nå. Det er slaps ute, men i dagtidlig var det et idyllisk winterwonderland ute, og når jeg gikk ut var alt så stille og deilig imens jeg hørte den kramme snøen knase under vinterconversene mine. Utrolig nydelig egentlig :]&lt;br /&gt;Apropos winterwonderland..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SQiKHofJR-I/AAAAAAAAAII/M586tcq-bPM/s1600-h/Picture+400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262608028314191842" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SQiKHofJR-I/AAAAAAAAAII/M586tcq-bPM/s200/Picture+400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SQiKIL8gtdI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/W42J2i7fl_0/s1600-h/Picture+403.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262608037832603090" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SQiKIL8gtdI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/W42J2i7fl_0/s200/Picture+403.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Jeg fikk være med Simen på hytte i høstferien, også var det lixm kaldt, men tørt (overalt, bortsett i myra der vi måtte over på tur). Dagen når vi skulle dra så det slik ut (andre bildet) !&lt;br /&gt;Men det var utrolig fint da, litt vel kaldt med tanke på at jeg bare gikk med hettejakke, men det får være det samme :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- Pernille. :]&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/6115087034156081630-126940663863588989?l=ifanyonecared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifanyonecared.blogspot.com/feeds/126940663863588989/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115087034156081630&amp;postID=126940663863588989' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115087034156081630/posts/default/126940663863588989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115087034156081630/posts/default/126940663863588989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifanyonecared.blogspot.com/2008/10/meg-og-siri.html' title='Meg og Siri :]'/><author><name>Pernille Tårnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15729101507690647008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SSGuivk9PVI/AAAAAAAAANo/yf-QGUtgyf4/S220/n587601894_2471.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SQiDpRYUo2I/AAAAAAAAAH4/UHMrPFXG_n0/s72-c/Picture+423.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115087034156081630.post-6853049310975643827</id><published>2008-10-28T21:34:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T21:55:52.119+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Uhm ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ellie minte meg på det, all lykken kan bli borte, forelskelse varer ikke evig, det gjør ingenting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I kind of hate my thoughts, they make me depressed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have to stop thinking, my brain is not big enough, so I can't take all the information.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Du ville vite, ville du ikke ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Pernille. :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6115087034156081630-6853049310975643827?l=ifanyonecared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifanyonecared.blogspot.com/feeds/6853049310975643827/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115087034156081630&amp;postID=6853049310975643827' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115087034156081630/posts/default/6853049310975643827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115087034156081630/posts/default/6853049310975643827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifanyonecared.blogspot.com/2008/10/uhm.html' title='Uhm ..'/><author><name>Pernille Tårnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15729101507690647008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SSGuivk9PVI/AAAAAAAAANo/yf-QGUtgyf4/S220/n587601894_2471.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115087034156081630.post-5664521519287090</id><published>2008-10-28T20:35:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T20:53:01.469+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Originalbildet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262293029581157698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SQdroSwy9UI/AAAAAAAAAHg/H8_cEXW52Jk/s200/Picture+254.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Redigert.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SQdrog-KfBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/znwPwD26Uvo/s1600-h/Picture+259.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262293033395321874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SQdrog-KfBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/znwPwD26Uvo/s200/Picture+259.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mobilredigering ruler lixm. 8]&lt;br /&gt;Spess hvis jeg faktisk liker bildet fra før av. :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Jeg brukte Simen sine bukser, som hadde et 3 kilos patronbelte på. Jeg må si at jeg er glad for at kjæresten min bruker tightpants, men det at jeg gikk med et 3 kilos belte sånn at buksa nesten falt av, det var ikke like greit hele tiden. GO SAGGING ! :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Jeg hadde faktisk tatt av noen patroner først da, ellers hadde jeg gått rundt å flasha trusa mi hele tiden, og det er et syn folk helst vil unngå. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jeg er glad i Simen jeg. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6115087034156081630-5664521519287090?l=ifanyonecared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifanyonecared.blogspot.com/feeds/5664521519287090/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115087034156081630&amp;postID=5664521519287090' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115087034156081630/posts/default/5664521519287090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115087034156081630/posts/default/5664521519287090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifanyonecared.blogspot.com/2008/10/originalbildet.html' title=''/><author><name>Pernille Tårnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15729101507690647008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SSGuivk9PVI/AAAAAAAAANo/yf-QGUtgyf4/S220/n587601894_2471.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SQdroSwy9UI/AAAAAAAAAHg/H8_cEXW52Jk/s72-c/Picture+254.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115087034156081630.post-3319979967043921068</id><published>2008-10-28T19:44:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T19:57:37.402+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pernille&amp;amp;Nassa sin sang.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Altså&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"The Chubby Kids"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wjerysgkg6M&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6115087034156081630-3319979967043921068?l=ifanyonecared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifanyonecared.blogspot.com/feeds/3319979967043921068/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115087034156081630&amp;postID=3319979967043921068' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115087034156081630/posts/default/3319979967043921068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115087034156081630/posts/default/3319979967043921068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifanyonecared.blogspot.com/2008/10/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>Pernille Tårnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15729101507690647008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SSGuivk9PVI/AAAAAAAAANo/yf-QGUtgyf4/S220/n587601894_2471.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115087034156081630.post-5828658441222255093</id><published>2008-10-28T19:01:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T19:16:45.773+01:00</updated><title type='text'>TILBAKEEEE 8]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SQdW1gDKo8I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dbPBHuyyuBI/s1600-h/Picture+774.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262270166741984194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SQdW1gDKo8I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dbPBHuyyuBI/s320/Picture+774.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Jaa, hva skal dere på Halloween da ? :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Jeg og Nassa skal snike oss hjem til noen og se på skrekkfilmer x]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mennee.. Jeg trodde lixm ikke at jeg klarte meg uten internett, men jeg klarte det helt fra begynnelsen av sommerferien helt til nå :o Det at internetten faktisk ikke funka har INGENVERDENSTING med saken å gjøre (a)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Jaja, sommerferien var fantastisk, til tross for at Nassa var bortevekk ;l . Også fikk jeg meg kjæreste, 17. juli 2008 skjedde det, mest romantiske kysset noen gang :] ikke si meg imot ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Menne også .. Dere trenger ikke høre noe mer ;o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nå skal jeg pusse opp bloggen min, den er kjedelig :O.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Pernille. :]&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/6115087034156081630-5828658441222255093?l=ifanyonecared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifanyonecared.blogspot.com/feeds/5828658441222255093/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115087034156081630&amp;postID=5828658441222255093' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115087034156081630/posts/default/5828658441222255093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115087034156081630/posts/default/5828658441222255093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifanyonecared.blogspot.com/2008/10/tilbakeeee-8.html' title='TILBAKEEEE 8]'/><author><name>Pernille Tårnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15729101507690647008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SSGuivk9PVI/AAAAAAAAANo/yf-QGUtgyf4/S220/n587601894_2471.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SQdW1gDKo8I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dbPBHuyyuBI/s72-c/Picture+774.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115087034156081630.post-8474074373465543879</id><published>2008-07-03T10:53:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:21:45.518+01:00</updated><title type='text'>BIRTHDAAAAAAY :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SGyWrt5B13I/AAAAAAAAAGo/Y-FqWb1xtNU/s1600-h/Picture+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218711746012895090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SGyWrt5B13I/AAAAAAAAAGo/Y-FqWb1xtNU/s320/Picture+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Today it`s my birthday :D. I have celebrated it at my dad, but not home with my mum, okei, we did last night, but .. :D . We went out to a great italian restaurant, Ristorante 24 [24 is because it`s in Storgata 24], and after that we went to eat italien ice cream, tiramisu and chocolate :D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;But today, I woke up, as usual. I turned on my PC, as usual, but suddenly my mum came in, and that`s not usual anymore. She had a biig presant in her hands and I was like "muuuum, I love you, you know that?". She gave me the presant, I oppened it up, and it was SCRAPBOOKING :D , I have tried to buy that for a long time no, but when I thought about it, I didn`t have any money ;l. But here`s my presant :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218711766567365538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SGyWs6dmK6I/AAAAAAAAAHA/sZD5uwPxMoI/s320/Picture+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218711749075648962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SGyWr5TPwcI/AAAAAAAAAGw/W7v-JEOH3d4/s320/Picture+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218711762191561282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SGyWsqKUskI/AAAAAAAAAG4/H8rECNiDJqs/s320/Picture+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6115087034156081630-8474074373465543879?l=ifanyonecared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifanyonecared.blogspot.com/feeds/8474074373465543879/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115087034156081630&amp;postID=8474074373465543879' title='2 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115087034156081630/posts/default/8474074373465543879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115087034156081630/posts/default/8474074373465543879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifanyonecared.blogspot.com/2008/07/birthdaaaaaay-d.html' title='BIRTHDAAAAAAY :D'/><author><name>Pernille Tårnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15729101507690647008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SSGuivk9PVI/AAAAAAAAANo/yf-QGUtgyf4/S220/n587601894_2471.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SGyWrt5B13I/AAAAAAAAAGo/Y-FqWb1xtNU/s72-c/Picture+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115087034156081630.post-8189524632632196624</id><published>2008-07-02T20:44:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:21:51.241+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fashionista - Agyness Deyn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SGvOUlWAvwI/AAAAAAAAAGA/4TF-XB3GB8g/s1600-h/342px-Agyness_Deyn_crop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218491446255992578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SGvOUlWAvwI/AAAAAAAAAGA/4TF-XB3GB8g/s320/342px-Agyness_Deyn_crop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; Agyness Deyn, model and fashionista. She is beautiful and she got style, do we want anything more?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218492901823484946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SGvPpTwWFBI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/OA4suO40MHo/s320/henryandagyness.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Here with Henry Holland, i love her shoes! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218493524074527986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SGvQNh0jfPI/AAAAAAAAAGY/N0B6FPq--g0/s320/Agyness-Deyn4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I really &lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt; this dress, it`s so nice!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218495632751033634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SGvSIRQNfSI/AAAAAAAAAGg/dfoqBoL8z2k/s320/agyness-deyn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Those Tee`s is so damn cool, anyone who knows where you can buy them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6115087034156081630-8189524632632196624?l=ifanyonecared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifanyonecared.blogspot.com/feeds/8189524632632196624/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115087034156081630&amp;postID=8189524632632196624' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115087034156081630/posts/default/8189524632632196624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115087034156081630/posts/default/8189524632632196624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifanyonecared.blogspot.com/2008/07/fashionista-agyness-deyn.html' title='Fashionista - Agyness Deyn'/><author><name>Pernille Tårnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15729101507690647008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SSGuivk9PVI/AAAAAAAAANo/yf-QGUtgyf4/S220/n587601894_2471.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SGvOUlWAvwI/AAAAAAAAAGA/4TF-XB3GB8g/s72-c/342px-Agyness_Deyn_crop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115087034156081630.post-1543324072686771662</id><published>2008-07-01T22:50:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:21:52.062+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and my sister :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Me and my sister took a little trip out in our garden today with the camera :D , she want`ed to take pictures of me, and it was fun :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218159217310256162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SGqgKUE1TCI/AAAAAAAAAF4/P7t6ksbTxsk/s320/01_07_08+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Look at my feet, I think it was qute [:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218152771288734162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SGqaTGximdI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Q7pxw_zHdQo/s320/01_07_08+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My hair: Black under, little red in front, dark blond in the rest :']&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218154907784637218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SGqcPd126yI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Op9wZTTcM5s/s320/01_07_08+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I look like a doll :O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218156488771272178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SGqdrfecffI/AAAAAAAAAFo/bB84mr3FF_s/s320/01_07_08+054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I don`t look like me, but the picture was kind of cute ^^,&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/6115087034156081630-1543324072686771662?l=ifanyonecared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifanyonecared.blogspot.com/feeds/1543324072686771662/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115087034156081630&amp;postID=1543324072686771662' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115087034156081630/posts/default/1543324072686771662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115087034156081630/posts/default/1543324072686771662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifanyonecared.blogspot.com/2008/07/me-and-my-sister.html' title='Me and my sister :)'/><author><name>Pernille Tårnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15729101507690647008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SSGuivk9PVI/AAAAAAAAANo/yf-QGUtgyf4/S220/n587601894_2471.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SGqgKUE1TCI/AAAAAAAAAF4/P7t6ksbTxsk/s72-c/01_07_08+024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115087034156081630.post-3155490777929274000</id><published>2008-07-01T22:10:00.011+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:21:52.704+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dita Von Teese - The PinUp girl [:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SGqR6b6TtUI/AAAAAAAAAEg/2LRNKTzL878/s1600-h/410976061_fa99981a83.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218143551372899650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SGqR6b6TtUI/AAAAAAAAAEg/2LRNKTzL878/s320/410976061_fa99981a83.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dita Von Teese is a typical pin-up girl, she is beautiful and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;thin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Dita is one of the most famous pin-up girl in the history, and many people look at her like a ideal. I really like her pictures, they are so damn good, i don`t know how she makes it, but she`s fantastic! [:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218142787914160002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SGqRN_zj14I/AAAAAAAAAEA/3ATRJjj3pZI/s320/dita2b%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She would have look great on a christmas-card [: She fits to everything.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218148904848148018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SGqWyDKRRjI/AAAAAAAAAFI/1uILwjo1UFA/s320/dita5b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One of the best pictures I think, the background is perfect and she look very glamorous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6115087034156081630-3155490777929274000?l=ifanyonecared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://getglamorous.blogspot.com/2007/11/under-glam-dita-von-teese-in-pin-up.html' title='Dita Von Teese - The PinUp girl [:'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifanyonecared.blogspot.com/feeds/3155490777929274000/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115087034156081630&amp;postID=3155490777929274000' title='1 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115087034156081630/posts/default/3155490777929274000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115087034156081630/posts/default/3155490777929274000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifanyonecared.blogspot.com/2008/07/dita-von-teese-pinup.html' title='Dita Von Teese - The PinUp girl [:'/><author><name>Pernille Tårnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15729101507690647008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SSGuivk9PVI/AAAAAAAAANo/yf-QGUtgyf4/S220/n587601894_2471.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SGqR6b6TtUI/AAAAAAAAAEg/2LRNKTzL878/s72-c/410976061_fa99981a83.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115087034156081630.post-7793937587169037072</id><published>2008-07-01T18:17:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:21:53.882+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Norma Jeane Mortenson aka Marilyn Monroe [:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SGpv7nOjKII/AAAAAAAAADY/ZZDpTWw6-wE/s1600-h/associated%2520press_marilyn_monroe_seven_yr_itch_L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218106188195113090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SGpv7nOjKII/AAAAAAAAADY/ZZDpTWw6-wE/s400/associated%2520press_marilyn_monroe_seven_yr_itch_L.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Life as a legend, I`m wondering how it was for Marilyn to be attracted as sexy and blond. To me, she is kind of an ideal, she was beautiful and a great model :D. It`s a shame that she died so young, in an age of 36 years. S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;omeone think she got murdered and someone think she took suicide, but anyway, she died of sleepingpills.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Over it`s one of her most famous pictures, "The Seven Year Itch".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218093693244905362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SGpkkT6Rl5I/AAAAAAAAAC4/0uMHr9p8jrs/s200/MiltonGreeneMarilynMonroe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"The Sitting Ballerina" or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218093699803701106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 186px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 195px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="243" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SGpkksWA33I/AAAAAAAAADA/bs1--r4yqxA/s200/BertSternLifeasaLegend.jpg" width="222" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Marilyn Drinking" or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.artknowledgenews.com/Dayton_Art_Institute_Marilyn_Monroe.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://www.artknowledgenews.com/Dayton_Art_Institute_Marilyn_Monroe.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218104438325013346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SGpuVwdAa2I/AAAAAAAAADQ/Ek2eB3WfFe8/s200/photo-Susan%2520Griffits%2520as%2520Marilyn%2520Monroe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I love her dress, it`s so nice [:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.californiaharleydavidson.com/summerblast/photo-Susan%20Griffits%20as%20Marilyn%20Monroe.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://www.californiaharleydavidson.com/summerblast/photo-Susan%20Griffits%20as%20Marilyn%20Monroe.jpg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/6115087034156081630-7793937587169037072?l=ifanyonecared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifanyonecared.blogspot.com/feeds/7793937587169037072/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115087034156081630&amp;postID=7793937587169037072' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115087034156081630/posts/default/7793937587169037072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115087034156081630/posts/default/7793937587169037072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifanyonecared.blogspot.com/2008/07/norma-jeane-mortenson-aka-marilyn.html' title='Norma Jeane Mortenson aka Marilyn Monroe [:'/><author><name>Pernille Tårnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15729101507690647008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SSGuivk9PVI/AAAAAAAAANo/yf-QGUtgyf4/S220/n587601894_2471.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SGpv7nOjKII/AAAAAAAAADY/ZZDpTWw6-wE/s72-c/associated%2520press_marilyn_monroe_seven_yr_itch_L.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115087034156081630.post-6680331778053317918</id><published>2008-07-01T17:59:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:21:54.417+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Scarlett, Beckham and Beyoncè in Disney?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I know the pictures are some months old, but I haven`t seen them.. Until now :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I really love this pictures, but they can never replace the originals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218111638401385250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SGp0420_AyI/AAAAAAAAADg/KGSiZLgwbuM/s320/disney_scarlett.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Scarlett Johansson as Cinderella who are loosing her shoe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218112193084607010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SGp1ZJLxSiI/AAAAAAAAADo/rKtjbE_LPv8/s320/disney_beyonce.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Beyoncè Knowles as Alice in wonderland in a teecup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218112839366096898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SGp1-wxSOAI/AAAAAAAAADw/gn8o4SaWmxg/s320/disney_beckham.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;David Beckham as Prince Phillip from Sleeping Beauty on a white horse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.morgenutgaven.com/2007/01/scarlett-beckham-og-beyonce-for-disney/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://www.morgenutgaven.com/2007/01/scarlett-beckham-og-beyonce-for-disney/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6115087034156081630-6680331778053317918?l=ifanyonecared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifanyonecared.blogspot.com/feeds/6680331778053317918/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115087034156081630&amp;postID=6680331778053317918' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115087034156081630/posts/default/6680331778053317918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115087034156081630/posts/default/6680331778053317918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifanyonecared.blogspot.com/2008/07/scarlett-beckham-and-beyonc-in-disney.html' title='Scarlett, Beckham and Beyoncè in Disney?'/><author><name>Pernille Tårnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15729101507690647008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SSGuivk9PVI/AAAAAAAAANo/yf-QGUtgyf4/S220/n587601894_2471.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SGp0420_AyI/AAAAAAAAADg/KGSiZLgwbuM/s72-c/disney_scarlett.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115087034156081630.post-4827823100100534388</id><published>2008-07-01T14:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:21:54.441+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pin-up girls [:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SGodkl9TEvI/AAAAAAAAACY/emvVK_6hpng/s1600-h/PinUp32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218015632763851506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SGodkl9TEvI/AAAAAAAAACY/emvVK_6hpng/s320/PinUp32.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pin-up girl, kind of dirty, but at the sametime sweet :']. I really like them, they`re cool :D&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/6115087034156081630-4827823100100534388?l=ifanyonecared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifanyonecared.blogspot.com/feeds/4827823100100534388/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115087034156081630&amp;postID=4827823100100534388' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115087034156081630/posts/default/4827823100100534388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115087034156081630/posts/default/4827823100100534388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifanyonecared.blogspot.com/2008/07/pin-up-girls.html' title='Pin-up girls [:'/><author><name>Pernille Tårnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15729101507690647008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SSGuivk9PVI/AAAAAAAAANo/yf-QGUtgyf4/S220/n587601894_2471.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SGodkl9TEvI/AAAAAAAAACY/emvVK_6hpng/s72-c/PinUp32.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115087034156081630.post-9070018395803378807</id><published>2008-06-29T19:40:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T19:54:16.752+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time ;o</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I haven`t written in some days now because Nassa came to me last wednesday, and we have had so much fun :D . At thursday we went to Oslo with Stian, it was fun [: , and I slept over at Nassa`s to friday, and then we went to cinema in Lillestrøm and watched Sex And The City ^^, at the evening i went home to my dad and the next day we celebrated my birthday [:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today I haven`t done anything special, it was a boring day ;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6115087034156081630-9070018395803378807?l=ifanyonecared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifanyonecared.blogspot.com/feeds/9070018395803378807/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115087034156081630&amp;postID=9070018395803378807' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115087034156081630/posts/default/9070018395803378807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115087034156081630/posts/default/9070018395803378807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifanyonecared.blogspot.com/2008/06/long-time-o.html' title='Long time ;o'/><author><name>Pernille Tårnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15729101507690647008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SSGuivk9PVI/AAAAAAAAANo/yf-QGUtgyf4/S220/n587601894_2471.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115087034156081630.post-4619430554451800988</id><published>2008-06-24T21:56:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:21:54.704+01:00</updated><title type='text'>End of tunnel ;D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SGFXcIuH_ZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ncFsJz0MpQQ/s1600-h/29_04_08+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215545984360643986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SGFXcIuH_ZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ncFsJz0MpQQ/s320/29_04_08+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;It`s always light in the end of the tunnel isn`t it ? Today I actually found someone to hang out with, Karianne, cool girl who didn`t want to get dressed, so she walked around in her pyjamas :D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;And tomorrow Nassa is coming, I`m so excited! And Charlie (my mums bestfriend, Charlotte on 21) and I is going to be models for my mum!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;My nick on msn says "~9 days left~ model for mum tomorrow" , everyone thinks I`m briefing, but screw you bitches, go to hell [: !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I know, that picture is an amateur picture, but I like the flash [:&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/6115087034156081630-4619430554451800988?l=ifanyonecared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifanyonecared.blogspot.com/feeds/4619430554451800988/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115087034156081630&amp;postID=4619430554451800988' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115087034156081630/posts/default/4619430554451800988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115087034156081630/posts/default/4619430554451800988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifanyonecared.blogspot.com/2008/06/end-of-tunnel-d.html' title='End of tunnel ;D'/><author><name>Pernille Tårnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15729101507690647008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SSGuivk9PVI/AAAAAAAAANo/yf-QGUtgyf4/S220/n587601894_2471.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SGFXcIuH_ZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ncFsJz0MpQQ/s72-c/29_04_08+044.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115087034156081630.post-460018795837760730</id><published>2008-06-23T20:22:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:21:54.869+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Summervacation :O</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SF_sleB0H9I/AAAAAAAAACI/ZWdHDZ9YVPo/s1600-h/22_06_08+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215147021978312658" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SF_sleB0H9I/AAAAAAAAACI/ZWdHDZ9YVPo/s320/22_06_08+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Omg, 4 days of the summervacation have passed, and I`m bored.. Why me ?! ;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Actually, I slept over at Ellie`s from Friday-Saturday, and Ellie colored my hair green with 'NoMoreColorAfter1Wash'-color (my name on it) :']. And we were on CandyShopping in Sweden ^^, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I like Candy 8D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;What should I do the rest of the vacation, some help please?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;IceCream, hell yeah ! [:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;btw; to Wednesday I think Nassa (baggy cap and big sunglasses)  is coming, maybe we are going to &lt;strong&gt;TUSENFRYD&lt;/strong&gt; (weei, rollecoaster-place in Norway) on Thursday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I`m going to t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ake many pictures &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/6115087034156081630-460018795837760730?l=ifanyonecared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifanyonecared.blogspot.com/feeds/460018795837760730/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115087034156081630&amp;postID=460018795837760730' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115087034156081630/posts/default/460018795837760730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115087034156081630/posts/default/460018795837760730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifanyonecared.blogspot.com/2008/06/summervacation-o.html' title='Summervacation :O'/><author><name>Pernille Tårnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15729101507690647008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SSGuivk9PVI/AAAAAAAAANo/yf-QGUtgyf4/S220/n587601894_2471.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SF_sleB0H9I/AAAAAAAAACI/ZWdHDZ9YVPo/s72-c/22_06_08+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115087034156081630.post-566008995291639451</id><published>2008-06-23T13:49:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:21:55.103+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fotografi.no</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SF-QGBrX8EI/AAAAAAAAABo/oKEtfysN3m8/s1600-h/P3NpemU9c21hbGw0JmlkPTI0NDM5OA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215045326722297922" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SF-QGBrX8EI/AAAAAAAAABo/oKEtfysN3m8/s400/P3NpemU9c21hbGw0JmlkPTI0NDM5OA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This picture is amazing! Look at her hair, the contrasts have been used perfectly! I love contrasts, it makes the picture kind of 'alive' if you understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I hope my mum would take a picture like that of me someday. I`m modelling for my mum sometimes, and her pictures are fantastic!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://fotografi.no/wip4/nytt_nummer_fotografi_salg_naa/d.epl?id=154705"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;http://fotografi.no/wip4/nytt_nummer_fotografi_salg_naa/d.epl?id=154705&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&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/6115087034156081630-566008995291639451?l=ifanyonecared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifanyonecared.blogspot.com/feeds/566008995291639451/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115087034156081630&amp;postID=566008995291639451' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115087034156081630/posts/default/566008995291639451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115087034156081630/posts/default/566008995291639451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifanyonecared.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-dont-know-why-i-just-loved-this.html' title='Fotografi.no'/><author><name>Pernille Tårnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15729101507690647008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SSGuivk9PVI/AAAAAAAAANo/yf-QGUtgyf4/S220/n587601894_2471.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SF-QGBrX8EI/AAAAAAAAABo/oKEtfysN3m8/s72-c/P3NpemU9c21hbGw0JmlkPTI0NDM5OA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115087034156081630.post-8093958788078855092</id><published>2008-06-22T22:46:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:21:55.609+01:00</updated><title type='text'>50' dress</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SF66jKuvpTI/AAAAAAAAABY/hqVWWFAEPck/s1600-h/12969a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214810531880215858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SF66jKuvpTI/AAAAAAAAABY/hqVWWFAEPck/s200/12969a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Omg, I have to stop looking at things on the internet because I always find something, and this one was so cute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I like old dresses, I dont know why, it`s just, the big skirts, the belts.. everything !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://monstervintage.com/Vintage_Clothing/Womens/Eveningwear/Cocktail+Party+Gowns/1950s_Fabulous_Cocktail_Dress_Small_12969.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://monstervintage.com/Vintage_Clothing/Womens/Eveningwear/Cocktail+Party+Gowns/1950s_Fabulous_Cocktail_Dress_Small_12969.html&lt;/span&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/6115087034156081630-8093958788078855092?l=ifanyonecared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifanyonecared.blogspot.com/feeds/8093958788078855092/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115087034156081630&amp;postID=8093958788078855092' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115087034156081630/posts/default/8093958788078855092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115087034156081630/posts/default/8093958788078855092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifanyonecared.blogspot.com/2008/06/50-dress.html' title='50&apos; dress'/><author><name>Pernille Tårnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15729101507690647008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SSGuivk9PVI/AAAAAAAAANo/yf-QGUtgyf4/S220/n587601894_2471.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SF66jKuvpTI/AAAAAAAAABY/hqVWWFAEPck/s72-c/12969a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115087034156081630.post-1760336441068807800</id><published>2008-06-22T22:29:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:21:55.802+01:00</updated><title type='text'>50's dress.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SF62eRDF8cI/AAAAAAAAABQ/n_d7GSudnMU/s1600-h/15641a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214806049630319042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SF62eRDF8cI/AAAAAAAAABQ/n_d7GSudnMU/s200/15641a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When I found this dress I just .. Wow! I love it!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wish I had one too ;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Think of it with a big black belt, black pumps and old-fashioned curly hair, heaven :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://monstervintage.com/Vintage_Clothing/Womens/Eveningwear/Cocktail+Party+Gowns/1950s_Queen_of_Hearts_Velvet_X_Small_15641.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://monstervintage.com/Vintage_Clothing/Womens/Eveningwear/Cocktail+Party+Gowns/1950s_Queen_of_Hearts_Velvet_X_Small_15641.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://monstervintage.com/Vintage_Clothing/Womens/Eveningwear/Cocktail+Party+Gowns/1950s_Queen_of_Hearts_Velvet_X_Small_15641.html&lt;/span&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/6115087034156081630-1760336441068807800?l=ifanyonecared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifanyonecared.blogspot.com/feeds/1760336441068807800/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115087034156081630&amp;postID=1760336441068807800' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115087034156081630/posts/default/1760336441068807800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115087034156081630/posts/default/1760336441068807800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifanyonecared.blogspot.com/2008/06/60s-dress.html' title='50&apos;s dress.'/><author><name>Pernille Tårnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15729101507690647008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SSGuivk9PVI/AAAAAAAAANo/yf-QGUtgyf4/S220/n587601894_2471.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SF62eRDF8cI/AAAAAAAAABQ/n_d7GSudnMU/s72-c/15641a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115087034156081630.post-2305922716341366227</id><published>2008-06-22T21:41:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:21:56.243+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My "in`s"</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My bestfriend got a really good style. Baggy cap, big sunglasses and peace :D She`s kind of Scenekid, but at the same time she`s not :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SF6rkSgpURI/AAAAAAAAAA4/PvnNsv9oGms/s1600-h/Picture+46.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214794058474017042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SF6rkSgpURI/AAAAAAAAAA4/PvnNsv9oGms/s200/Picture+46.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I said to my friend that I don`t like animalpatterns, but i actually liked this one, dont know why :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SF6rklOVKsI/AAAAAAAAABA/PqULUKsmj9c/s1600-h/22_06_08+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214794063497472706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SF6rklOVKsI/AAAAAAAAABA/PqULUKsmj9c/s200/22_06_08+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Myself, from heaven or somethingsomething :'] I love jeans-shorts with tights under, I know it`s a little last year, but it works :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SF6rk5erdTI/AAAAAAAAABI/Su_HbOoVHu8/s1600-h/22_06_08+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214794068934751538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SF6rk5erdTI/AAAAAAAAABI/Su_HbOoVHu8/s200/22_06_08+020.jpg" border="0" /&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/6115087034156081630-2305922716341366227?l=ifanyonecared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifanyonecared.blogspot.com/feeds/2305922716341366227/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115087034156081630&amp;postID=2305922716341366227' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115087034156081630/posts/default/2305922716341366227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115087034156081630/posts/default/2305922716341366227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifanyonecared.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-ins.html' title='My &quot;in`s&quot;'/><author><name>Pernille Tårnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15729101507690647008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SSGuivk9PVI/AAAAAAAAANo/yf-QGUtgyf4/S220/n587601894_2471.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SF6rkSgpURI/AAAAAAAAAA4/PvnNsv9oGms/s72-c/Picture+46.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115087034156081630.post-3387968396423306720</id><published>2008-06-22T20:59:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T21:06:14.540+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Farger håret :S</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Haha, mamma har nettopp farga håret mitt, lurer på hvordan det blir..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Lixm, jeg ville bare farge det, men jeg visste ikke hvordan, jeg visste bare at jeg ville ha det rødt XD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Såå .. Nå sitter jeg her med en kløpinne, et håndkle og ca. 2-3 cm av hodebunnen min dekket med rød hårfarge, namnam, heerlig :']&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Har ikke bilde da, dårlig lys her inne&lt;/span&gt; ;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6115087034156081630-3387968396423306720?l=ifanyonecared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifanyonecared.blogspot.com/feeds/3387968396423306720/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115087034156081630&amp;postID=3387968396423306720' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115087034156081630/posts/default/3387968396423306720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115087034156081630/posts/default/3387968396423306720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifanyonecared.blogspot.com/2008/06/farger-hret-s.html' title='Farger håret :S'/><author><name>Pernille Tårnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15729101507690647008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SSGuivk9PVI/AAAAAAAAANo/yf-QGUtgyf4/S220/n587601894_2471.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115087034156081630.post-4254416541327621800</id><published>2008-06-22T19:15:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:21:56.632+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SF6JJkiiXLI/AAAAAAAAAAw/cw0DeHormSc/s1600-h/myconverse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214756216061975730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SF6JJkiiXLI/AAAAAAAAAAw/cw0DeHormSc/s200/myconverse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;My Converse, i really love them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;They are kind of brown/grey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Here with pink and black socks in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just had to share this with you, Converse fits to everything, &lt;strong&gt;almost&lt;/strong&gt; everything.. :D&lt;/em&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/6115087034156081630-4254416541327621800?l=ifanyonecared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifanyonecared.blogspot.com/feeds/4254416541327621800/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115087034156081630&amp;postID=4254416541327621800' title='2 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115087034156081630/posts/default/4254416541327621800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115087034156081630/posts/default/4254416541327621800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifanyonecared.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-converse-i-really-love-them-they-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Pernille Tårnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15729101507690647008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SSGuivk9PVI/AAAAAAAAANo/yf-QGUtgyf4/S220/n587601894_2471.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SF6JJkiiXLI/AAAAAAAAAAw/cw0DeHormSc/s72-c/myconverse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115087034156081630.post-8616138307196542609</id><published>2008-06-22T17:42:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T17:43:55.320+02:00</updated><title type='text'>No more english ;/</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;No more english, I think .. If it is something important, or something I really care about I can write it in norwegian and english.. Okei? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6115087034156081630-8616138307196542609?l=ifanyonecared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifanyonecared.blogspot.com/feeds/8616138307196542609/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115087034156081630&amp;postID=8616138307196542609' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115087034156081630/posts/default/8616138307196542609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115087034156081630/posts/default/8616138307196542609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifanyonecared.blogspot.com/2008/06/no-more-english.html' title='No more english ;/'/><author><name>Pernille Tårnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15729101507690647008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SSGuivk9PVI/AAAAAAAAANo/yf-QGUtgyf4/S220/n587601894_2471.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115087034156081630.post-5064845432595875635</id><published>2008-06-22T16:47:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:21:56.846+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Motto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SF5nYxvnpnI/AAAAAAAAAAo/mtfw_LgSPlk/s1600-h/22_06_08+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214719093909202546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="159" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SF5nYxvnpnI/AAAAAAAAAAo/mtfw_LgSPlk/s200/22_06_08+006.jpg" width="124" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My mums motto, I think it`s kind of truly :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The best is yet to come&lt;br /&gt;- Make it happen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&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/6115087034156081630-5064845432595875635?l=ifanyonecared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifanyonecared.blogspot.com/feeds/5064845432595875635/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115087034156081630&amp;postID=5064845432595875635' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115087034156081630/posts/default/5064845432595875635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115087034156081630/posts/default/5064845432595875635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifanyonecared.blogspot.com/2008/06/motto.html' title='Motto'/><author><name>Pernille Tårnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15729101507690647008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SSGuivk9PVI/AAAAAAAAANo/yf-QGUtgyf4/S220/n587601894_2471.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SF5nYxvnpnI/AAAAAAAAAAo/mtfw_LgSPlk/s72-c/22_06_08+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115087034156081630.post-6343317603842088204</id><published>2008-06-22T15:53:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:21:57.068+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My first blog :O</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SF5bn-0kF_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/i6oJVfcXSsk/s1600-h/15_06_08+301.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214706160978106354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SF5bn-0kF_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/i6oJVfcXSsk/s320/15_06_08+301.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;My first blog ever, and i think it`s a little bit scary :'].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;The reason that I picked the roses as picture is because .. I dont know actually, I`m thinking about lots of things these days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I think the roses are saying welcome, and yes, I`m weird [:&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/6115087034156081630-6343317603842088204?l=ifanyonecared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifanyonecared.blogspot.com/feeds/6343317603842088204/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115087034156081630&amp;postID=6343317603842088204' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115087034156081630/posts/default/6343317603842088204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115087034156081630/posts/default/6343317603842088204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifanyonecared.blogspot.com/2008/06/frste-innlegg-o.html' title='My first blog :O'/><author><name>Pernille Tårnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15729101507690647008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SSGuivk9PVI/AAAAAAAAANo/yf-QGUtgyf4/S220/n587601894_2471.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ccZL_zgAyI/SF5bn-0kF_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/i6oJVfcXSsk/s72-c/15_06_08+301.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
