<?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-12268799</id><updated>2011-04-22T03:33:06.043+02:00</updated><title type='text'>light pink</title><subtitle type='html'>This is my first blog, so it's not really that fantastic yet, but i've got to start somewhere :P</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://light-pink.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12268799/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://light-pink.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>the girl with no wings...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05892977376334982118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12268799.post-112921331236118533</id><published>2005-10-13T16:21:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T16:21:52.370+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>^_^&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/17/5269/50/lost%20and%20found.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/17/5269/320/lost%20and%20found.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12268799-112921331236118533?l=light-pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://light-pink.blogspot.com/feeds/112921331236118533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12268799&amp;postID=112921331236118533' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12268799/posts/default/112921331236118533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12268799/posts/default/112921331236118533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://light-pink.blogspot.com/2005/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>the girl with no wings...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05892977376334982118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12268799.post-112885398365367228</id><published>2005-10-09T12:28:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T22:05:03.296+02:00</updated><title type='text'>THE plan</title><content type='html'>Starting to get quite tired...&lt;br /&gt;and it's Sunday already...&lt;br /&gt;no time to relax these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;need to set up a plan on how to catch up on school work, and still have time to work and the sports shop, and for my martial arts... And to get my drivers license done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next week is autumn holiday for everyone else but the universities. So my brothers will be at home doing nothing while i will still be striving until Christmas. Not very motivation is it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12268799-112885398365367228?l=light-pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://light-pink.blogspot.com/feeds/112885398365367228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12268799&amp;postID=112885398365367228' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12268799/posts/default/112885398365367228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12268799/posts/default/112885398365367228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://light-pink.blogspot.com/2005/10/plan.html' title='THE plan'/><author><name>the girl with no wings...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05892977376334982118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12268799.post-112880926421002507</id><published>2005-10-09T00:07:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T00:07:44.220+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>forever in a day...&lt;br /&gt;a second... and your life has passed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12268799-112880926421002507?l=light-pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://light-pink.blogspot.com/feeds/112880926421002507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12268799&amp;postID=112880926421002507' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12268799/posts/default/112880926421002507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12268799/posts/default/112880926421002507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://light-pink.blogspot.com/2005/10/forever-in-day.html' title=''/><author><name>the girl with no wings...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05892977376334982118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12268799.post-112880063687505873</id><published>2005-10-08T21:41:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T21:44:50.966+02:00</updated><title type='text'>When the day never seems to end...</title><content type='html'>Been working 30 hours the last 3 days... I'm so dead already! I'm behind in termo and math 3... I have 2 hand-ins and i have like 200 pages of drilling to read...&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sleeping enough and when i do try to sleep i wake up every 2 hours because i think i have to work... I'm so happy it's Sunday tomorrow...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12268799-112880063687505873?l=light-pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://light-pink.blogspot.com/feeds/112880063687505873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12268799&amp;postID=112880063687505873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12268799/posts/default/112880063687505873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12268799/posts/default/112880063687505873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://light-pink.blogspot.com/2005/10/when-day-never-seems-to-end.html' title='When the day never seems to end...'/><author><name>the girl with no wings...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05892977376334982118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12268799.post-112748775008621153</id><published>2005-09-23T17:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T17:02:30.096+02:00</updated><title type='text'>new job...</title><content type='html'>MX sport at the new stadium, don't really know if i want the job though... i want to have some freedom and more spare time... but... i guess, since i'm lucky enough to get a job i should just take it right?...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12268799-112748775008621153?l=light-pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://light-pink.blogspot.com/feeds/112748775008621153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12268799&amp;postID=112748775008621153' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12268799/posts/default/112748775008621153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12268799/posts/default/112748775008621153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://light-pink.blogspot.com/2005/09/new-job.html' title='new job...'/><author><name>the girl with no wings...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05892977376334982118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12268799.post-112560544224658217</id><published>2005-09-01T22:10:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T22:10:42.273+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/17/5269/1024/1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/17/5269/320/1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice picture and verse...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12268799-112560544224658217?l=light-pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://light-pink.blogspot.com/feeds/112560544224658217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12268799&amp;postID=112560544224658217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12268799/posts/default/112560544224658217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12268799/posts/default/112560544224658217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://light-pink.blogspot.com/2005/09/nice-picture-and-verse.html' title=''/><author><name>the girl with no wings...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05892977376334982118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12268799.post-112473466037398997</id><published>2005-08-22T20:10:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T20:17:40.393+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tisbury Lane</title><content type='html'>She greets the day with her hair wet&lt;br /&gt;She asks them to vacate the building&lt;br /&gt;Because she's got a plan they don't know yet&lt;br /&gt;And if it goes wrong, there'll be no one to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she could just get the word out&lt;br /&gt;God knows she's trying&lt;br /&gt;They're watching her with eyes closed&lt;br /&gt;She's always stuck with the old route&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone knock when they barge in to beat her down?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you come back?&lt;br /&gt;It's all she wants to know&lt;br /&gt;She knows she's part of the problem too&lt;br /&gt;Could she let it go?&lt;br /&gt;It'd take a miracle&lt;br /&gt;So that's what I'm praying for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one can know just how she feels&lt;br /&gt;She won't use the phone, she's too tired to pick it up&lt;br /&gt;She's going back to the old way&lt;br /&gt;She sits in the classroom to learn with the others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't give up when it's easy&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know that me and Jesus will cheer you on?&lt;br /&gt;He's the only one who will be constantly everything you need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you come back?&lt;br /&gt;It's all she wants to know&lt;br /&gt;She knows she's part of the problem too&lt;br /&gt;Could she let it go?&lt;br /&gt;It'd take a miracle&lt;br /&gt;So that's what I'm praying for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;She lives on Tisbury Lane (2x)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12268799-112473466037398997?l=light-pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://light-pink.blogspot.com/feeds/112473466037398997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12268799&amp;postID=112473466037398997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12268799/posts/default/112473466037398997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12268799/posts/default/112473466037398997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://light-pink.blogspot.com/2005/08/tisbury-lane.html' title='Tisbury Lane'/><author><name>the girl with no wings...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05892977376334982118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12268799.post-112413897490796906</id><published>2005-08-15T22:44:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T22:49:34.913+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The High of my day...</title><content type='html'>Today, my day was saved by meeting a friend from school. I don't usually see her very often, and we don't know each other very well, but just seeing her today made the day much easier to handle. She seems like she likes to talk to me, and she don't mind the things I say. And I think she seems like a nice person, so that at least one person today didn't feel like I was a nuisance, useless, at least one person wanted to talk to me... Made the whole difference for me. At least the day wasn't a total waste.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12268799-112413897490796906?l=light-pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://light-pink.blogspot.com/feeds/112413897490796906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12268799&amp;postID=112413897490796906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12268799/posts/default/112413897490796906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12268799/posts/default/112413897490796906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://light-pink.blogspot.com/2005/08/high-of-my-day.html' title='The High of my day...'/><author><name>the girl with no wings...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05892977376334982118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12268799.post-112189880424267472</id><published>2005-07-21T00:31:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T00:33:24.246+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If we don't have dreams, we won't survive, anything that's beautiful will be precious, even if it's all lies, we still like to hear them...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12268799-112189880424267472?l=light-pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://light-pink.blogspot.com/feeds/112189880424267472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12268799&amp;postID=112189880424267472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12268799/posts/default/112189880424267472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12268799/posts/default/112189880424267472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://light-pink.blogspot.com/2005/07/if-we-dont-have-dreams-we-wont-survive.html' title=''/><author><name>the girl with no wings...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05892977376334982118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12268799.post-112145002901222240</id><published>2005-07-15T19:44:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T19:58:56.366+02:00</updated><title type='text'>*...-'¨'¨-...Beautiful nonsense...-'¨'¨-...*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Introduction:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;This was inspired by my mother, my aunt and my cousin (see her blog as well: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.candycoatedsashayingpig.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;http://www.candycoatedsashayingpig.blogspot.com/&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;), today actually :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What&lt;/strong&gt; do you &lt;strong&gt;associate&lt;/strong&gt; with the phrase &lt;strong&gt;"beautiful nonsense"&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;that is the first question :P&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/12268799-112145002901222240?l=light-pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://light-pink.blogspot.com/feeds/112145002901222240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12268799&amp;postID=112145002901222240' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12268799/posts/default/112145002901222240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12268799/posts/default/112145002901222240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://light-pink.blogspot.com/2005/07/beautiful-nonsense.html' title='*...-&apos;¨&apos;¨-...Beautiful nonsense...-&apos;¨&apos;¨-...*'/><author><name>the girl with no wings...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05892977376334982118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12268799.post-111950925830994776</id><published>2005-06-23T08:45:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T08:47:38.313+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot hot hot</title><content type='html'>It's hot here in Singapore... And we're walking so much that my feet hurt a bit too... But on the bright side, I'm exercising all the time it feels. I weighed myself today and it said 2 kg less then usual. That's nice :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now I'm actually waiting for my cousin to come home, she's going to come on Friday. I hope her exam went well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12268799-111950925830994776?l=light-pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://light-pink.blogspot.com/feeds/111950925830994776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12268799&amp;postID=111950925830994776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12268799/posts/default/111950925830994776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12268799/posts/default/111950925830994776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://light-pink.blogspot.com/2005/06/hot-hot-hot.html' title='Hot hot hot'/><author><name>the girl with no wings...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05892977376334982118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12268799.post-111857188674293074</id><published>2005-06-12T12:20:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T11:49:38.730+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Singapore</title><content type='html'>So in one weeks time, next Sunday I'm leaving for Singapore for a month, that's a long time, but it will pass so quickly I won't even notice. It will be fun to see how my cousins are doing and how everybody's been. So nice to be able not to work or study for a whole month... But when I get back... Then I'll be working everyday for 5 weeks... I'm going to be so dead... And then after 5 weeks, school starts again... Yeah... :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12268799-111857188674293074?l=light-pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://light-pink.blogspot.com/feeds/111857188674293074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12268799&amp;postID=111857188674293074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12268799/posts/default/111857188674293074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12268799/posts/default/111857188674293074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://light-pink.blogspot.com/2005/06/singapore.html' title='Singapore'/><author><name>the girl with no wings...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05892977376334982118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12268799.post-111839831797179989</id><published>2005-06-10T12:10:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T12:11:57.976+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigmund Freud</title><content type='html'>i was reading about Freud and this is what i found:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The goal of life, you might say, is death! Freud began to believe that "under" and "beside" the life instincts there was a death instinct. He began to believe that every person has an unconscious wish to die.&lt;br /&gt;This seems like a strange idea at first, and it was rejected by many of his students, but I think it has some basis in experience: Life can be a painful and exhausting process. There is easily, for the great majority of people in the world, more pain than pleasure in life -- something we are extremely reluctant to admit! Death promises release from the struggle. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;interesting isn't it....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12268799-111839831797179989?l=light-pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://light-pink.blogspot.com/feeds/111839831797179989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12268799&amp;postID=111839831797179989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12268799/posts/default/111839831797179989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12268799/posts/default/111839831797179989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://light-pink.blogspot.com/2005/06/sigmund-freud.html' title='Sigmund Freud'/><author><name>the girl with no wings...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05892977376334982118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12268799.post-111814597911533201</id><published>2005-06-07T14:03:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T14:09:37.033+02:00</updated><title type='text'>My favorite song</title><content type='html'>THE WIND BENEATH MY WINGS (Bette Midler)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must have been cold there in my shadow,&lt;br /&gt;to never have sunlight on your face.&lt;br /&gt;You were content to let me shine,&lt;br /&gt;that's your way, you always walked a step behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was the one with all the glory,&lt;br /&gt;while you were the one with all the strength.&lt;br /&gt;A beautiful face without a name --&lt;br /&gt;for so long, a beautiful smile to hide the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS:&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever know that you're my hero,&lt;br /&gt;and everything I would like to be?&lt;br /&gt;I can fly higher than an eagle,&lt;br /&gt;cause you are the wind beneath my wings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It might have appeared to go unnoticed,&lt;br /&gt;but I've got it all here in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know I know the truth,&lt;br /&gt;of course I know it,&lt;br /&gt;I would be nothing with out you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(CHORUS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fly, fly, fly away,&lt;br /&gt;you let me fly so high.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, fly, fly, so high against the sky,&lt;br /&gt;so high I almost touch the sky.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, thank you,&lt;br /&gt;thank God for you,&lt;br /&gt;the wind beneath my wings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12268799-111814597911533201?l=light-pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://light-pink.blogspot.com/feeds/111814597911533201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12268799&amp;postID=111814597911533201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12268799/posts/default/111814597911533201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12268799/posts/default/111814597911533201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://light-pink.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-favorite-song.html' title='My favorite song'/><author><name>the girl with no wings...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05892977376334982118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12268799.post-111805522420134257</id><published>2005-06-06T12:51:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T12:53:44.203+02:00</updated><title type='text'>one left</title><content type='html'>so now it's only one exam left... on wednesday after 1 o'clock i'll be finished!&lt;br /&gt;i'm so looking forward to it... then i'll have time to go to sats and read my books and do lots of fun stuff :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then after 11 days i'll be heading to singapore! yay :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12268799-111805522420134257?l=light-pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://light-pink.blogspot.com/feeds/111805522420134257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12268799&amp;postID=111805522420134257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12268799/posts/default/111805522420134257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12268799/posts/default/111805522420134257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://light-pink.blogspot.com/2005/06/one-left.html' title='one left'/><author><name>the girl with no wings...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05892977376334982118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12268799.post-111727964158549020</id><published>2005-05-28T13:24:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T13:27:21.586+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams</title><content type='html'>Just two more to go now... Then I'll be done... I just hope I get a good grade on the two that I've done already... The last one, probability and statistics... Don't know if I'll get such a good grade on that... Just hope that it's not as bad as the grades I got last year. Oh well, I have to do some physics lab exams... I really don't know anything about this subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*God please help me get through this, and help me study for my exams so that i get good grades*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12268799-111727964158549020?l=light-pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://light-pink.blogspot.com/feeds/111727964158549020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12268799&amp;postID=111727964158549020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12268799/posts/default/111727964158549020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12268799/posts/default/111727964158549020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://light-pink.blogspot.com/2005/05/exams.html' title='Exams'/><author><name>the girl with no wings...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05892977376334982118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12268799.post-111636889167476508</id><published>2005-05-18T00:14:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T00:28:11.683+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is the first day simen and I had a normal friend talk, just like common friends. It hurt a bit, but it will pass, I can't do this forever, so it might as well start now. I'm trying to make myself like him less and less because then eventually I won't care for him anymore. And that's what he wants so I better do it before I get even more hurt. There's no use to love someone that doesn't love you back. Or for that matter like someone that doesn't like you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12268799-111636889167476508?l=light-pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://light-pink.blogspot.com/feeds/111636889167476508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12268799&amp;postID=111636889167476508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12268799/posts/default/111636889167476508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12268799/posts/default/111636889167476508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://light-pink.blogspot.com/2005/05/today-is-first-day-simen-and-i-had.html' title=''/><author><name>the girl with no wings...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05892977376334982118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12268799.post-111634004104715593</id><published>2005-05-17T16:27:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T16:27:21.053+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/17/5269/1024/n-flagg.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/17/5269/320/n-flagg.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Norwegian flag&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12268799-111634004104715593?l=light-pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://light-pink.blogspot.com/feeds/111634004104715593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12268799&amp;postID=111634004104715593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12268799/posts/default/111634004104715593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12268799/posts/default/111634004104715593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://light-pink.blogspot.com/2005/05/norwegian-flag.html' title=''/><author><name>the girl with no wings...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05892977376334982118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12268799.post-111633966111484446</id><published>2005-05-17T16:18:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T16:21:02.360+02:00</updated><title type='text'>17 of May!!</title><content type='html'>Today is the Norwegian national day, lots of people are outside in the nice weather and eating lots of nice food. There's a nice atmosphere and it's all good :P&lt;br /&gt;we had steamboat for dinner today and then I've been playing around with some of my dresses.&lt;br /&gt;then I've been studying a bit, and just relaxing. It's an ok day today :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*Thank you God*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12268799-111633966111484446?l=light-pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://light-pink.blogspot.com/feeds/111633966111484446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12268799&amp;postID=111633966111484446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12268799/posts/default/111633966111484446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12268799/posts/default/111633966111484446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://light-pink.blogspot.com/2005/05/17-of-may.html' title='17 of May!!'/><author><name>the girl with no wings...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05892977376334982118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12268799.post-111624532850370824</id><published>2005-05-16T14:03:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T14:08:48.513+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Psychology</title><content type='html'>Today I felt like I really want to go study psychology instead... I'm so confused... Daddy says to finish what I'm doing here first. Mummy says I should do what I want... Daniel says he always pictured me as a psychologist... To tell you the truth I never pictured me as anything. Joar doesn't want to say anything and stands firm that I should do what I want and not what others want... Haven't told Simen yet. I'm so stressed...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12268799-111624532850370824?l=light-pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://light-pink.blogspot.com/feeds/111624532850370824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12268799&amp;postID=111624532850370824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12268799/posts/default/111624532850370824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12268799/posts/default/111624532850370824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://light-pink.blogspot.com/2005/05/psychology.html' title='Psychology'/><author><name>the girl with no wings...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05892977376334982118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12268799.post-111610776934639204</id><published>2005-05-14T23:48:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T23:58:58.823+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know that the best choice is to stay where I am and try to complete the bachelor I'm on, but here there are so many people that irritate me or make me miserable, at the same time I still have my family here and that's a comfort. If I leave I'll miss them so much and I'll probably get sick again, just like the last time I tried to be away from them for long period of time. But I don't want to be with the other people... They only bring me grief, it would be nice with a new start, something new to study. I don't know what to do. And then I have a cousin in Australia as well, but how much time will I spend with her? She's got her own life there. If I can just manage to get through the two next years it will be ok, I can leave and do whatever I want, I don't have to be with the other people, at least then I have a good education and I can do a lot of things. Two years... I'll get a good pay, when I get a job. The reasons for going is more like running away from things I don't like. And hoping that I'll find what I don't have here at the new place... Is that such a good thing to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*God help me find a solution and make the right decision*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12268799-111610776934639204?l=light-pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://light-pink.blogspot.com/feeds/111610776934639204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12268799&amp;postID=111610776934639204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12268799/posts/default/111610776934639204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12268799/posts/default/111610776934639204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://light-pink.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-know-that-best-choice-is-to-stay.html' title=''/><author><name>the girl with no wings...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05892977376334982118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12268799.post-111601118624049777</id><published>2005-05-13T20:56:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T21:06:26.243+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Murdoch University</title><content type='html'>So... Today I got an interesting letter... From IEC... I am now accepted to Murdoch University, bachelor of psychology... And now I don't know what to do... I have to start in July... I mean this is a chance to start over somewhere else... Right... So... What should I do? What will the last year have meant? I already started a bachelor program here... Should I just leave and go for the one in Australia... I'm so stressed now... What to do... Need to decide really quickly... Want to do the right thing... What should I do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12268799-111601118624049777?l=light-pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://light-pink.blogspot.com/feeds/111601118624049777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12268799&amp;postID=111601118624049777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12268799/posts/default/111601118624049777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12268799/posts/default/111601118624049777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://light-pink.blogspot.com/2005/05/murdoch-university.html' title='Murdoch University'/><author><name>the girl with no wings...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05892977376334982118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12268799.post-111590230580826816</id><published>2005-05-12T14:43:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T14:51:45.813+02:00</updated><title type='text'>So far so good</title><content type='html'>Today I woke up and I was in a miserable mood... I've been crying soon much yesterday that today felt like the hangover... But then, I sent a mail to a friend and went to take my theory for my drivers license. And guess what, I actually passed with flying colors :) I'm so happy. Then I went for my driving lesson, and well, that sort of went ok, I felt I really did learn something and that it wasn't uncomfortable because the driving teacher is pleasant to talk to and he doesn't yell at me or anything, I'm just a little jumpy, nervous for eve single detail. But I went ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a funny dream again tonight... Still feel funny about it but at least today I didn't cry about it :) some feelings must be let go so that others may appear right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now I've downloaded Gilmore girls 521! So I think I'll have a nice day today. Need to do some exercise today as well, have to see when I have the time, I need to study as well. But I think I'm using my day well, I got up at 8 o'clock and now it's just soon 3 so I have lots of time left still :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*thanking God for taking care of me*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12268799-111590230580826816?l=light-pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://light-pink.blogspot.com/feeds/111590230580826816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12268799&amp;postID=111590230580826816' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12268799/posts/default/111590230580826816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12268799/posts/default/111590230580826816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://light-pink.blogspot.com/2005/05/so-far-so-good.html' title='So far so good'/><author><name>the girl with no wings...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05892977376334982118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12268799.post-111574831997632160</id><published>2005-05-10T19:57:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T14:52:28.866+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice day</title><content type='html'>Despite that I had a really disturbing dream last night, I had a really good day today.&lt;br /&gt;I tried to sleep later today, so I got up at 11! I always wake up at 7 now a days, don't know why. So today I just went to sleep again. So I was relaxed when I got up. Then I called my friend Daniel and he came over and helped me with math for 3 hours. Then he drove me to work and I worked for 3 hours with the new girl. She's really cool, so cool that I don't know quite what to say to her... She's like so original and I'm kind of not. So I tired to talk about stuff but it didn't seem to interest her very much, but she tried to look interested. But I felt good after work because she gives you more self-esteem for some reason, at least I feel better afterwards, even though I felt like an idiot while I was there. She tried to be nice :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Thanking God for a nice day ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12268799-111574831997632160?l=light-pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://light-pink.blogspot.com/feeds/111574831997632160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12268799&amp;postID=111574831997632160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12268799/posts/default/111574831997632160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12268799/posts/default/111574831997632160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://light-pink.blogspot.com/2005/05/nice-day.html' title='Nice day'/><author><name>the girl with no wings...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05892977376334982118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12268799.post-111565487803458690</id><published>2005-05-09T17:44:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T18:12:25.053+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Box!</title><content type='html'>I've finally learnt how to use my DVD-burner that has been in my computer for the last half year :) and I brunt all my Gilmore girls episode on them, from season 1 to season 5 :)&lt;br /&gt;it's so much fun. I always feel happy when I watch them. It's so nice and right... Just like I want it to be to... So I feel joy because it pleases my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;On to something else...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My uncle is getting married the 16 of July this year... Kind of weird... He just meet her like 4 months ago and now she has to go back to Bulgaria because she doesn't have a living permit in Norway and since my uncle likes her, I guess that's why they're getting married so soon, so that he can be with her... I guess that's ok... If I works out that is... Or else he's going to be so heart broken... I mean... She's his first girlfriend... And we all know so very well how we felt after our first real boyfriend/girlfriend break-up. I hope they are married for many many years so that the conspiracy of her just marrying him to get to live here wears off. I hope she's better than that. And I hope he's smart enough to at least talk about that to her and make a serious decision on making this marriage work for real, and not just for pretend.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So today I cycled around the lake with my mother. It was nice, warm sun, cold shad, and just accompanying my mother was relaxing... She's really an amazing woman this one.. She can be so strict and yet she can be so funny too. But the last year now she's bee so easy to be around. She stopped scolding me, and we started to talk more about what we interprets what the other one is saying because I guess that's part of the clue why we had such a lousy relationship earlier. Now that we know what the other one is really saying, it makes it easier. And I think that the last half year at least, I've been making better decisions on my own now that I have a better relationship with her. Before I'd just get scared of what she might think and not do it or not tell her about it, but now it's more like I don't do it because I know it will hurt her, not because I'm scared. Surprisingly this makes decision making a bit easier.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12268799-111565487803458690?l=light-pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://light-pink.blogspot.com/feeds/111565487803458690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12268799&amp;postID=111565487803458690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12268799/posts/default/111565487803458690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12268799/posts/default/111565487803458690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://light-pink.blogspot.com/2005/05/fun-box.html' title='Fun Box!'/><author><name>the girl with no wings...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05892977376334982118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12268799.post-111522560719990453</id><published>2005-05-04T18:24:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T18:53:27.226+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Gratitude</title><content type='html'>It's funny how you think you love someone and feel that you can overcome anything as long as this person is by your side. Come a few years and your heart will tell you something else. Isn't it funny? Love is supposed to be unconditionally right, but it's not. There's always something that can make it go away. Love is not forever, just to a certain point. Pass that point, then there will be something else.&lt;br /&gt;It's sad, that most of us can't stick to something/someone forever. Friends can stick together for most of their lives, boyfriends and girlfriends don't. It's like you suck out all of him/her, and then there's nothing more to explore. Human minds are constantly changing, what we want now is not necessarily what we want later. We're so easy to manipulate if we're not careful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think there are very few humble people around. If they get want they've been longing for and searching for, they are grateful and won't ask for more. But people are greedy... If they don't appreciate what they have, they'll be consumed by the world, because everything can be better. I think that's what's wrong with the world. If we all could just be grateful for what we have, love will last forever, and we will find peace in our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;God help us to be grateful and give us wisdom, so that we may appreciate what you have given us. What comes our way , or leaves us, is a chance to prove that we have grown, and that we have learnt more about life and love to make it easier while we're here on earth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12268799-111522560719990453?l=light-pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://light-pink.blogspot.com/feeds/111522560719990453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12268799&amp;postID=111522560719990453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12268799/posts/default/111522560719990453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12268799/posts/default/111522560719990453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://light-pink.blogspot.com/2005/05/gratitude.html' title='Gratitude'/><author><name>the girl with no wings...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05892977376334982118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12268799.post-111499113587580738</id><published>2005-05-02T01:23:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T19:12:52.066+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I realized that I'm not ready for the all serious relationship that i've always wanted. I guess I just want to know that when I get older, that i'll have someone. someone who don't mind quarks and that I feel free to be me.&lt;br /&gt;But i've come to realize that there's a reason why we don't get married at 16. we need to experience life, to learn about all the bad things that happen as well as the good things. we need knowledge, we need wisdom, to share our lives with someone. or else things will go wrong all the time and life will be misserable. we need to aqcuire understanding. these three things, knowledge, wisdom and understanding... are things that take time. and we need to take the time to get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized this when this guy asked me out for dinner. He's just a few years older than me, and i thinkt he's starting to get scared that he might end up being alone. He reminds me of Tommy actually, which made a big red light go off in my head. The problem with Tommy is that he thinks he knows all there is to know about life, and that he now wants to pass it on to others and be a "grown-up".  i think that's a bad idea, to get so full of yourself that you think you know everything there is to know, you never stop learning stuff.&lt;br /&gt;so when this guy asked me out, and that i got that image of Tommy in my head, this is what i realized; without knoweldge, wisdom and understanding, you will never be happy, even though you end up with someone in the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12268799-111499113587580738?l=light-pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://light-pink.blogspot.com/feeds/111499113587580738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12268799&amp;postID=111499113587580738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12268799/posts/default/111499113587580738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12268799/posts/default/111499113587580738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://light-pink.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-realized-that-im-not-ready-for-all.html' title=''/><author><name>the girl with no wings...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05892977376334982118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12268799.post-111489068433939676</id><published>2005-04-30T21:39:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T21:51:24.340+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids</title><content type='html'>So I went swimming today. It was really crowded there, two Italian families were there as well. There were to young girls, like 11 or something. They were really curious about me. Looking at me, and thinking that I hadn't noticed them, ha ha it was so funny. One of them came up to me and asked what my name was. And the other told me that I had really nice hair. It was flattering I guess. It was funny that they were so interested in me. Then when I had finished showering there was only one girl left there, the other family and the 2-end girl had left, the last one piped behind the wall where you shower, looking at me while I was doing my hair. Then when I left I put on my short sweater that I had over my top, she said: that's a really look jacket! And then I smiled at her and said that she could buy the same one in Cubus if she liked it that much. And then the mother said that they could go there next week. Funny :P I think the same thing kind of happened with the guys, the father and the brother of this girl were watching me and my father and brothers and my uncle when we were competing in the pool. It was kind of a weird family. But it made me realize that me and my family are very blessed, and sometimes we take it for granted. &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;There's always someone that's admiring you, even though how hopeless you might think you are.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12268799-111489068433939676?l=light-pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://light-pink.blogspot.com/feeds/111489068433939676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12268799&amp;postID=111489068433939676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12268799/posts/default/111489068433939676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12268799/posts/default/111489068433939676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://light-pink.blogspot.com/2005/04/kids.html' title='Kids'/><author><name>the girl with no wings...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05892977376334982118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12268799.post-111486421238984658</id><published>2005-04-30T14:22:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T14:31:53.510+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woke up today, feeling irritated.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted a good night sleep because I felt depressed yesterday, so I took some Melatonin to get a good knock out sleep, but I woke up twice because something was uncomfortable and because I felt I was dehydrating. So when I got up, I saw my mother off, she was going to go for a concert, and then I read a magazine, went up to my room and did a 45 min exercise, mostly stomach and arms were exercised because that's the places I want to form nicer muscles. Later I'm going to go swim, think I'll try 2.5 km today. If I'm to tired I'll just do 1 km. After I had done the 45 min exercise I took a nice cold shower and now I feel much better. Listening to Muse. I always feel better after exercising. Things seem more clear. But I really should eat something soon. So I guess I'll do that next. And I need to read some theory for that damn theory test in 2 weeks time. Make sure I pass that time. How annoying. It will be good to get into the water later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gratulerer med 21 års dagen Åsmund.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12268799-111486421238984658?l=light-pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://light-pink.blogspot.com/feeds/111486421238984658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12268799&amp;postID=111486421238984658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12268799/posts/default/111486421238984658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12268799/posts/default/111486421238984658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://light-pink.blogspot.com/2005/04/woke-up-today-feeling-irritated.html' title=''/><author><name>the girl with no wings...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05892977376334982118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12268799.post-111481049053504045</id><published>2005-04-29T23:32:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T18:17:19.346+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I want someone that understands me... To reassure me of things I'm insecure about... I want someone that has patience with me... And that won't leave me deserted alone... Life is hard when you don't have anyone to share it with...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12268799-111481049053504045?l=light-pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://light-pink.blogspot.com/feeds/111481049053504045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12268799&amp;postID=111481049053504045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12268799/posts/default/111481049053504045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12268799/posts/default/111481049053504045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://light-pink.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-want-someone-that-understands-me.html' title=''/><author><name>the girl with no wings...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05892977376334982118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12268799.post-111469277192962269</id><published>2005-04-28T14:43:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T14:52:51.930+02:00</updated><title type='text'>What a day...</title><content type='html'>Today I went to take my theory test for car, ah... So terrible... I didn't pass... I don't get it how I could fail. I thought that I answered quite correctly... mu... But I can take it again on the 15 of may so I will do that. I don't like to fail things. I practiced and everything... At least I got a print out where it stated where my mistakes were. So I can practice on those headings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there's this guy that asked me out for dinner sometime... And I said I had to think about it... I feel its kind of too early... And I get very suspicious of people who show interest in me... Funny... I have to think about that for some more time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then, tomorrow I have a driving lesson, and I have to tell my driving instructor that I fail my theory :( muu... So for the rest of the day I'm going to find out what I got wrong, if I can still remember the questions from the test...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12268799-111469277192962269?l=light-pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://light-pink.blogspot.com/feeds/111469277192962269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12268799&amp;postID=111469277192962269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12268799/posts/default/111469277192962269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12268799/posts/default/111469277192962269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://light-pink.blogspot.com/2005/04/what-day.html' title='What a day...'/><author><name>the girl with no wings...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05892977376334982118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12268799.post-111444180467897740</id><published>2005-04-25T16:29:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T17:25:23.716+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Today...</title><content type='html'>... I should really study...I’m such a lazy bum. I planned to go to school today, but there’s no need to go because we’re done with the syllabus. But it's good to go and talk to friends about school work and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;But then I thought... ah... why bother. Like they care anyway, like they’re going to show up. And then half an hour after the lecture had started I get a sms from a friend asked if I’m not coming to school today?&lt;br /&gt;And I replied that I might go for math, and asked if he was and he said no. So then I thought; oh well, doesn't matter. I don’t understand him anyway. I just want to get out of here, to get away from all these people I see who don't care anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Now that I got that out of my system....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Over to something else...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read my cousin's blogg today. She talked about Zeal. That was a new word for me too.When I write zeal in word and look at synonyms/thesaurus it says: enthusiasm&lt;br /&gt;passion&lt;br /&gt;fanaticism&lt;br /&gt;fervor&lt;br /&gt;ardor&lt;br /&gt;keenness&lt;br /&gt;eagerness&lt;br /&gt;apathy (antonym).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it means something you're passionate about.And I look at the people around me and see what they thrive for, some are computer fanatics and have lost their lives that way, some are lost in some fantasy book, some are trapped in their lusty desires, some just don't have anything.I for one don't seem to think I have anything I’m passionate about. I'm quite interested in analyzing stuff and about feelings. Does that count you think? It's just something that's natural for me. I'm not currently studying psychology so I’m not getting any better at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin talked about Paul's passion was God and Jesus. Everything else was rubbish. I have to think about this for a moment. It's kind of hard to grasp, for me at least. God and Jesus should obviously be the most important concern in your life, to try and live a Christian life. But how do you make it your passion? I guess that's what missionaries do, right? They work to spread Gods name in the world, to lead others to God, this is their passion. Some work to live, and some live to do this work. We're supposed to live to serve God, right? But I guess we all have different ways when serving God. Some write music, because music is their passion, but they also love God so they write music to praise God. So if this is the thing, to apply your passion to God, then I understand. Then to me it makes sense.&lt;br /&gt;If I have misunderstood... someone enlighten me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12268799-111444180467897740?l=light-pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://light-pink.blogspot.com/feeds/111444180467897740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12268799&amp;postID=111444180467897740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12268799/posts/default/111444180467897740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12268799/posts/default/111444180467897740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://light-pink.blogspot.com/2005/04/today.html' title='Today...'/><author><name>the girl with no wings...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05892977376334982118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12268799.post-111429572464834798</id><published>2005-04-24T00:16:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T00:35:41.506+02:00</updated><title type='text'>weird day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Today has been interesting... I went to work... and it went so slow... I though there might be more people out shopping when there was such a good offer in the store, but apparently not. They’re all just walking in the streets for fun!Well, work sucked... and I was dead tired when we closed up, and I had to by dinner for my brothers and stuff, BUT today my mother called me at work and we had a nice moment, or like we talked about clothes because she's in another town at the moment and she wanted me to go to Cubus to compare some of the clothes and stuff. It sounds kind of funny but I really appreciated it... I like that she can call me and ask me to do stuff, and its fun! I had to go through the whole store to find what she was describing. I was really stressed because I only had a half hour break, but I liked it. Everyone in the store looked at me funny, especially the sales girl, haha it was so funny to see the faces of the people who must thing I’m crazy! But I felt that my mother and I were friends in a way. That’s not something that's happened often but even though today sucked... just that she called made it much better in the end :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12268799-111429572464834798?l=light-pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://light-pink.blogspot.com/feeds/111429572464834798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12268799&amp;postID=111429572464834798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12268799/posts/default/111429572464834798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12268799/posts/default/111429572464834798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://light-pink.blogspot.com/2005/04/weird-day.html' title='weird day'/><author><name>the girl with no wings...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05892977376334982118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12268799.post-111417651597118345</id><published>2005-04-22T14:10:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T15:36:41.893+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Destiny</title><content type='html'>How much control do you really have on your life? How much just happens to you without your permission? What happens when something enormous happens to you and you have no control over it? And what effect do your decisions really have? Are they just minor things that put small details in your life? Or do they create your life? Are the major things just randomized happenings that come your way? Or do they have some meaning? That if you were to go down this road, will change your life? Or maybe you will change someone else’s life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how I see it: When you were born, you started to walk on a path. On this path, you will meet roads that you can choose to take and some that will be revealed specifically for you. You can choose to walk on the road that was revealed, or you can choose to take one of the other roads. But sure enough there will be roads that will be revealed to you that might lead you away from things you are familiar with: something exciting, something new, a challenge for you to embark on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you walk with God, and let him participate in your life, he will make sure to protect you, and lead you out of harms way. He will reveal more roads for you to walk on, more choices for you to choose. He will be there to guide you to where you're destined to be, to be what you are destined to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not that God controls your life, he does not. But he knows you better than anyone else, so it might seem like he is controlling your life. He knows what you want to do deep inside, what you want to be. And if you trust him, he will surely help you to be what you truly want to be. Because God loves you, he is proud of you, his creation, a perfect individual with its own mind and its own way of thinking. The feelings this person may produce in others, and what feelings that may be produced in him. He wants you to be what you want to be, and he will gladly help you to reach your goal. So if you put your trust in him, let him guide you to your goal, you will not be disappointed. No ones route is exactly the same. We all have different views and different ambitions. We all have different things we want to experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The choices you make are yours. You can make what ever you want out of life, God will just provide the way for you to obtain it. There is no shame in accepting help. The only thing that comes out from it, is the happiness and joy that both you and God will share together. Remember to thank him, for what he is doing. Remember who created you. Remember who loves you. Remember that the destiny you are heading to, is your own. God has not chosen it for you, because God loves you so much, that he let you choose for yourself. He gave his beloved son so that we all have a chance to be with God. What you are destined to be here on earth, for whatever purpose and for the choices that comes your way, God will help you through it all.Just put your faith and trust in him and destiny will reveal itself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12268799-111417651597118345?l=light-pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://light-pink.blogspot.com/feeds/111417651597118345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12268799&amp;postID=111417651597118345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12268799/posts/default/111417651597118345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12268799/posts/default/111417651597118345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://light-pink.blogspot.com/2005/04/destiny.html' title='Destiny'/><author><name>the girl with no wings...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05892977376334982118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12268799.post-111416526500399743</id><published>2005-04-22T12:20:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T00:16:19.293+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Be Joyful in hope, patient in afflication, faithful in prayer.&lt;br /&gt;- Romans 12:12&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12268799-111416526500399743?l=light-pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://light-pink.blogspot.com/feeds/111416526500399743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12268799&amp;postID=111416526500399743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12268799/posts/default/111416526500399743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12268799/posts/default/111416526500399743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://light-pink.blogspot.com/2005/04/be-joyful-in-hope-patient-in.html' title=''/><author><name>the girl with no wings...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05892977376334982118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12268799.post-111416479563999864</id><published>2005-04-22T11:58:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T12:16:51.370+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone so sweet...</title><content type='html'>Someone who makes you happy,&lt;br /&gt;Someone who can always make you smile,&lt;br /&gt;Someone who makes you feel pretty,&lt;br /&gt;Someone who cares if you eat or not,&lt;br /&gt;Someone who puts your need first,&lt;br /&gt;Someone who can make you laugh,&lt;br /&gt;Someone who explains things to you,&lt;br /&gt;Someone who never makes you do things you don't want to do...&lt;br /&gt;Someone who would miss you...&lt;br /&gt;Someone who was always good to you,&lt;br /&gt;Someone who you could always depend on,&lt;br /&gt;Someone you never had to ask twice,&lt;br /&gt;Someone you would miss... if he didn’t exist.&lt;br /&gt;- T.E.H&lt;div 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wings...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05892977376334982118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12268799.post-111411275954925102</id><published>2005-04-21T21:37:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T21:45:59.550+02:00</updated><title type='text'>So disappointing...</title><content type='html'>Today I feel like I started the day with the wrong attitude. Or rather... I ended up with the wrong attitude. I started the day planning to read for my driver’s license test, but I ended up not doing it at all. Instead I watched Gilmore girls and naruto. And I went for busjinka budo taijitsu (is that how you write it?). And I was the only girl, and the only one having a hard time catching up. I don't like being slow... in addition to being the only girl. All they guys are so fare ahead that it kind of FEELs like I’m stupid. They should take more care and go slower when someone new comes into the club... I never want to go back again... I feel so humiliated... and weak. I hate feeling weak.&lt;br /&gt;The good part of this is that at least I got to exercise. 'cause I’ve been so lazy lately. Been studying allot and haven't bothered to go to the studio. But tomorrow I’m going to go. At least then I don't have to be with anyone, I just do my thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah... need to go shower... and eat some dinner... late dinner again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12268799-111411275954925102?l=light-pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://light-pink.blogspot.com/feeds/111411275954925102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12268799&amp;postID=111411275954925102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12268799/posts/default/111411275954925102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12268799/posts/default/111411275954925102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://light-pink.blogspot.com/2005/04/so-disappointing.html' title='So disappointing...'/><author><name>the girl with no wings...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05892977376334982118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12268799.post-111408231130133411</id><published>2005-04-21T13:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T13:18:31.303+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally done with my physics lab report....</title><content type='html'>I’m so happy that I’m finished... I had to learn least square method all over again because I had forgotten it, and then I found out that I was supposed to used Graphical analysis instead... i could have been done ages ago!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well... what to do...&lt;br /&gt;I got a call really early today from work, my boss asked me if I was really going to have 7 weeks of vacation, and I said what?? I only put down from the 19 of June to the 16 of July. So he said ok good... because I was worried you had become cheeky with us... hehe...  oh dear... so i said no, i would never be that rude. And he laugh and said yeah he knows, I’m the only one that isn't^^. So he was going to correct it, and while still talking on the phone with me, another colleague of mine said ops... the other 3 weeks was his holiday, so it was all resolved. =) so my boss was going to go pound the other guy, theoretically speaking =) they're always having fun at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother and my mother have formed a cleaning group. My mother does the vacuuming and my brother holds the broom, then when she switched he holds the vacuum... he never gets to do anything :P my mothers really particular about the cleaning. So my brothers just following her around the house for about 2-3 hours...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today the plan is to study for my driver’s license theory. Since I only have a few days to do it and then take the test in order to be in time for my next driving lesson. I hope I do well so that I don't have to do it over again... really bad... there's a 2 month waiting list to take the practical, and they can't order the practical before you've done the theory... makes sense... so I have to get it over and done with. My brothers are a head of my... how embarrassing...  Need to get it done now. Also if I don't get it done this year there's a new law that says you have to start all over again and take 36 compulsory lessons! 36!!! Must be mad! So definitely... I have to pass the first time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12268799-111408231130133411?l=light-pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://light-pink.blogspot.com/feeds/111408231130133411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12268799&amp;postID=111408231130133411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12268799/posts/default/111408231130133411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12268799/posts/default/111408231130133411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://light-pink.blogspot.com/2005/04/finally-done-with-my-physics-lab.html' title='Finally done with my physics lab report....'/><author><name>the girl with no wings...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05892977376334982118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12268799.post-111392207096512750</id><published>2005-04-19T16:47:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T16:47:50.966+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Where to find what your 4-code MBTI means.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.mbtitoday.org/typechars.html"&gt;http://www.mbtitoday.org/typechars.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12268799-111392207096512750?l=light-pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://light-pink.blogspot.com/feeds/111392207096512750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12268799&amp;postID=111392207096512750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12268799/posts/default/111392207096512750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12268799/posts/default/111392207096512750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://light-pink.blogspot.com/2005/04/where-to-find-what-your-4-code-mbti.html' title='Where to find what your 4-code MBTI means.'/><author><name>the girl with no wings...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05892977376334982118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12268799.post-111392203957100306</id><published>2005-04-19T16:47:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T16:47:19.570+02:00</updated><title type='text'>So... what is MBTI?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Here's the URL for it:&lt;br /&gt;http://www.personalitypathways.com/type_inventory.html&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;this was my result:&lt;br /&gt;ENFJ&lt;br /&gt;Warm, empathetic, responsive, and responsible. Highly attuned to the&lt;br /&gt;emotions, needs, and motivations of others. Find potential in&lt;br /&gt;everyone, want to help others fulfill their potential. May act as&lt;br /&gt;catalysts for individual and group growth. Loyal, responsive to praise&lt;br /&gt;and criticism. Sociable, facilitate others in a group, and provide&lt;br /&gt;inspiring leadership.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12268799-111392203957100306?l=light-pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://light-pink.blogspot.com/feeds/111392203957100306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12268799&amp;postID=111392203957100306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12268799/posts/default/111392203957100306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12268799/posts/default/111392203957100306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://light-pink.blogspot.com/2005/04/so-what-is-mbti.html' title='So... what is MBTI?'/><author><name>the girl with no wings...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05892977376334982118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12268799.post-111390820263322978</id><published>2005-04-19T12:56:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T15:45:49.030+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/17/5269/640/Bilde(12).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/17/5269/400/Bilde%2812%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^_^ this is me.&lt;br /&gt;so now people can see who's behind the writing :)&lt;br /&gt;have a nice day :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12268799-111390820263322978?l=light-pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://light-pink.blogspot.com/feeds/111390820263322978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12268799&amp;postID=111390820263322978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12268799/posts/default/111390820263322978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12268799/posts/default/111390820263322978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://light-pink.blogspot.com/2005/04/this-is-me.html' title=''/><author><name>the girl with no wings...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05892977376334982118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12268799.post-111386312031733252</id><published>2005-04-19T00:15:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T00:25:20.316+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Now faith is being sure of what we hope for and certain of what we do not see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Hebrews 11:1&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Faith&lt;/span&gt; is powerful, no one should forget it.&lt;br /&gt;Prayer is powerful and should also not be forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Pray&lt;/span&gt; as often you feel is necessary to be close to God, because he enjoys it so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12268799-111386312031733252?l=light-pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://light-pink.blogspot.com/feeds/111386312031733252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12268799&amp;postID=111386312031733252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12268799/posts/default/111386312031733252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12268799/posts/default/111386312031733252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://light-pink.blogspot.com/2005/04/faith.html' title='Faith'/><author><name>the girl with no wings...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05892977376334982118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
