<?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-7893321616267310069</id><updated>2012-02-16T14:06:20.734+01:00</updated><category term='pics'/><category term='romance'/><category term='TSA'/><category term='sky news'/><category term='cope2'/><category term='PSN'/><category term='PS3'/><category term='trophies'/><category term='super glued'/><category term='intro'/><category term='haircut'/><category term='graffiti'/><category term='Greece'/><category term='school'/><category term='weekend'/><category term='Fritt Vilt 2'/><category term='PES 09'/><category term='LittleBigPlanet'/><category term='tonsillitis'/><category term='LBP'/><category term='Playstation 3'/><category term='Rammstein'/><category term='two and a half men'/><category term='love'/><category term='public toilets'/><category term='RevolutionToday'/><title type='text'>RevolutionToday</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sideri.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893321616267310069/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sideri.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sideri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13210227281848865132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img489.imageshack.us/img489/7671/picture85hm6.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>53</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893321616267310069.post-1096773606115485226</id><published>2011-02-04T11:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T11:00:00.379+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you to the moon and back...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;My dad makes sure I never forget that by reminding me every time we talk on the phone &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately there's been a lot of talk of what's happening this summer, with friends and all. Apparently I'm old and responsible now and have to pay for everything with my own hard earned cash. I had no idea how I was going to break it to my parents: I'm choosing 8 days of drunken rambling with about another 80k people in the midst of Danishland, at the Roskilde Festival, over 2 weeks of suncrazed Greece with them... &lt;strike&gt;Lucky&lt;/strike&gt; Spoiled as I am, my poor old dad went out of his way and sent me some money, which I'm definitely using on tickets to go see him. Thankfully I have lots to look forward to this summer. It's the gap in between then and now I'm trying to fill...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday I said goodbye to my best friend in the whole wide world, Vilde. She is travelling the world with her boyfriend for almost 5 months. We've been apart more than that before, with me living in Greece and all. But since 2005 we've been together almost every single day. It's weird, cause now, right now, she is in Bangkok and I'm in my apartment in Molde watching Grey's Anatomy and can't exactly invite her over... This trip will be really exciting and educational for her. I'm really happy, and jealous, that she is doing this and not waiting until she is old ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend I'm going to my best bud Michael's going-away-party. Guess where he is going! He's travelling around the world alone for a little over 4 months! He is probably the funniest guy I know and I'm going to miss him mostly on Tuesdays and Saturdays and when I'm at work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the start of March my other best friend, Helen, is going to Bali for 3 months for school. Thankfully I have a whole month left with her, so I'm not gonna get all soft quite yet. Gotta enjoy the time we have left &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And me? Well I'm happy to inform you I have a hot date with Gina Tricot in Trondheim next weekend! Both of them! It might not be in another continent or exotic country, but it's a 5 hour bus ride away. Good enough for me! Plus I get to hang out with some other friends, best bud Magnus included, that I haven't seen for a while :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G38z6GIYyTs/TUtO5GPM2tI/AAAAAAAAAOM/MvZYN7kvnwE/s1600/15.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G38z6GIYyTs/TUtO5GPM2tI/AAAAAAAAAOM/MvZYN7kvnwE/s640/15.jpg" width="451" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893321616267310069-1096773606115485226?l=sideri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sideri.blogspot.com/feeds/1096773606115485226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7893321616267310069&amp;postID=1096773606115485226&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893321616267310069/posts/default/1096773606115485226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893321616267310069/posts/default/1096773606115485226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sideri.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-love-you-to-moon-and-back.html' title='I love you to the moon and back...'/><author><name>Sideri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13210227281848865132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img489.imageshack.us/img489/7671/picture85hm6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G38z6GIYyTs/TUtO5GPM2tI/AAAAAAAAAOM/MvZYN7kvnwE/s72-c/15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893321616267310069.post-8900329224517575739</id><published>2010-12-30T21:01:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T21:28:01.676+01:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year's Resolutions...</title><content type='html'>There was an incident this week that would make someone write a list of resolutions, right before New Year's. When I came home from the most delightful Christmas dinner, I found my plumbing had frozen. This resulted in a pleasant extra two day stay at my best friend's place. A couple of days ago the plumber came to heat up the pipes. He was working outside and I was inside playing GT5. He popped in twice cause he was missing some tools; once to ask if I had an empty plastic bottle. I peeked inside my kitchen and all I could see were empty wine bottles, lots of them, tequila and cans of energy drinks. The second time, he asked about a lighter. I have tons of those, but gave him the one closest to my cigarettes. This is an obvious hint and a great start to the usual list people make. Drink less, quit smoking, exercise more etc. But, like last year and the years before, I'm not going to make a list.  &lt;br /&gt;My life, right now, is great. Sure, the ride to get here has been bumpy, lots of ups and downs, but that makes it even more worth it. And yeah, there are so many things that could be better, but I'm working on it, no need to make a list. Besides, Rule #32 of Zombieland: Enjoy the little things!  &lt;br /&gt;The past year has been a blast. I've grown maybe half a centimeter but mentally a lot more than that. I've been more naughty than nice this year, so I'm surprised Santa came knocking on my door at all. I've let down my 14year old self by not following my dream of going to London. I did however add another thing to my list of things I don't want to be doing... I've missed having mom and dad around and thus learned a lot more about personal economics. To be honest I still don't have the hang of it...  &lt;br /&gt;So I guess this is me hoping for another great year with even more great parties! Have a good one, I know I will ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/5901441/tumblr_la0jmu5OBI1qb8a87o1_500_large.jpg?1293725505" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="487" width="500" src="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/5901441/tumblr_la0jmu5OBI1qb8a87o1_500_large.jpg?1293725505" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893321616267310069-8900329224517575739?l=sideri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sideri.blogspot.com/feeds/8900329224517575739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7893321616267310069&amp;postID=8900329224517575739&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893321616267310069/posts/default/8900329224517575739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893321616267310069/posts/default/8900329224517575739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sideri.blogspot.com/2010/12/new-years-resolutions.html' title='New Year&apos;s Resolutions...'/><author><name>Sideri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13210227281848865132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img489.imageshack.us/img489/7671/picture85hm6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893321616267310069.post-3700343752609309966</id><published>2010-11-09T19:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T19:42:26.239+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Die spider, die...</title><content type='html'>After a break up there are a couple of changes that follow. These are different for all and range from break-up-beard, new haircut to moving, getting a new hobby, new friends, gaining or losing weight etc. For me it includes mindless drinking with friends, which I neglected when I was in a relationship, and meeting guys. This activity often lasts from 1-3 weeks and is interrupted by the fact that I get a new boyfriend or get back together with my ex. This time around though, that didn't happen. After a 5 weekend streak with tequila and wine I'm still by myself and happy! The drinking period is like my probation in single life. Every incident plays a factor in if I'm able to handle being single right now or if I'm just going to find someone to fall onto and live happily ever after. The latter is not an option. Now that my probation is over I get to form my personality accordingly. I think I might be wandering into a lifestyle I never thought would suit me. I had my first exercise at the gym yesterday, and it's something I could do weekly. I've also started eating salad with my dinners. Jogging around the block has become a way for me to wake up and chocolate doesn't taste that good anymore. I guess this is good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the downsides with not having a knight in shining armour around, is the spiders... I now have to face them alone. I've gotten most of them, except the one that crawled into the pile of clothes on the floor. Still haven't built up the courage to dig into it... Yesterday I had one crawling on the couch, inches away from me! It was fat and black with a checkers pattern on it's back. I leaped for the roll of T.P. in the bathroom and when I came back it was gone. I turned the whole couch upside down until I found it under the cushions, playing dead! Yeah, as if I was going to leave it there because I thought it was dead! 4th rule of Zombieland: Doubletap! Down the toilet it went :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893321616267310069-3700343752609309966?l=sideri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sideri.blogspot.com/feeds/3700343752609309966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7893321616267310069&amp;postID=3700343752609309966&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893321616267310069/posts/default/3700343752609309966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893321616267310069/posts/default/3700343752609309966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sideri.blogspot.com/2010/11/die-spider-die.html' title='Die spider, die...'/><author><name>Sideri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13210227281848865132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img489.imageshack.us/img489/7671/picture85hm6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893321616267310069.post-8218835808342720912</id><published>2010-11-05T13:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T13:52:06.166+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't have sex on the second date...</title><content type='html'>And the list goes on...&lt;br /&gt;I'm the first to break eyecontact. I love opening presents and packages even though I know what's inside. My tongue piercing has brought me nothing but joy. I want to be an astronaut. I love being single and not stressing about finding a boyfriend. I don't want to grow up. I love the way I look in the morning after a great night out. I still have the same teddybear I've had since I was 5, in my bedroom. I'm not a trend setter, nor much of a follower. I enjoy cooking for others but not for myself. I could never be blonde. I only have awesome friends. Robbie Williams is my celebrity freebie. I picture myself as a single mom or as a stepmother. I write most of my stuff at night, that's when I'm most creative. I really want a tattoo. Money makes me happy. I mostly do as I want. I don't regret anything I've done. I regret a lot I haven't done. The attention whore inside me is growing stronger everyday. I love the smell of winter. First snow is always a nice pick-me-up in the fall. I'm bad at keeping contact with people who are far away. I want to be reincarnated as a fish or a bird or a weird hybrid of the two. I wouldn't survive a week as a vegetarian. I want to drive a mini or a beetle painted with a cow spot pattern. I'm trying to learn Spanish, and have been for the last 5 years. I'm very lazy. I never make up my mind about stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G38z6GIYyTs/TNP9EY9L89I/AAAAAAAAANg/TjSjgktl4nQ/s1600/comic-book.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G38z6GIYyTs/TNP9EY9L89I/AAAAAAAAANg/TjSjgktl4nQ/s640/comic-book.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893321616267310069-8218835808342720912?l=sideri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sideri.blogspot.com/feeds/8218835808342720912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7893321616267310069&amp;postID=8218835808342720912&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893321616267310069/posts/default/8218835808342720912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893321616267310069/posts/default/8218835808342720912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sideri.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-dont-have-sex-on-second-date.html' title='I don&apos;t have sex on the second date...'/><author><name>Sideri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13210227281848865132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img489.imageshack.us/img489/7671/picture85hm6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G38z6GIYyTs/TNP9EY9L89I/AAAAAAAAANg/TjSjgktl4nQ/s72-c/comic-book.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893321616267310069.post-2316206639326806987</id><published>2010-11-03T11:32:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T11:32:33.985+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Wake up call...</title><content type='html'>I've been a little mopy lately cause I've been missing my mom. It's been affecting my everyday life just a wee bit too much. It's kinda hard not having parents around, but i guess this is what I asked for. This weekend made me realize that it's not all that bad though. Me and my best friend went to visit our best bud who has moved away for studies. We were all going out for Halloween and the night started good. Like the kids we are we dressed up. Me as skeleton, my friend as leopard and my bud as "handsome". We made dinner and drank beer and then went over to this other party. It was all good and then my friend got way too drunk. Me and my bud took good care of her; got her awkwardly safe home, tucked her safely in and then had our own little afterparty on the porch. Even though the night didn't go as planned, we both felt no disappointment. On the contrary, we realized something weird; we are the grown ups now. Had this been any other night we would've called a parent, dumped our friend with them and partied on like it was 1999. But with no parents being closer than a 5 hour drive we did the mature thing. We were pretty drunk ourselves, but we managed to put our egos aside. That my friend takes shit loads of love to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893321616267310069-2316206639326806987?l=sideri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sideri.blogspot.com/feeds/2316206639326806987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7893321616267310069&amp;postID=2316206639326806987&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893321616267310069/posts/default/2316206639326806987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893321616267310069/posts/default/2316206639326806987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sideri.blogspot.com/2010/11/wake-up-call.html' title='Wake up call...'/><author><name>Sideri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13210227281848865132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img489.imageshack.us/img489/7671/picture85hm6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893321616267310069.post-8354459319190637463</id><published>2010-10-31T15:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T15:43:48.704+01:00</updated><title type='text'>/Daylight Savings Time...</title><content type='html'>Losing one hour in the spring is so worth it thinking about the hour we gain in the fall. This time around for us it meant an hour more of partying. An hour more to spend with our best friends. An hour more to find out what to do in life. An yet another hour with insomnia. I don't get it, sleeping is my favorite thing. I can't wait to go to sleep at night and sleeping in on Sundays is awesome. Lately though, no matter how sleepy I am, I can't seem to fall asleep... I sleep eventually of course, when my clock shows 4 or 5 AM or sometimes PM. But it's really frustrating, and after a night out I always blackout the second my head touches the pillow, but lately I don't? I can't really figure what it is either... Of course there are stuff going on in my life, but nothing that I can't look away from so I can sleep. Positive side; I get more time for gaming! Yay!! Also, this was my 5th drinking weekend in a row. No more I tell you. November is a month of peace and rest. I'm going to study for my exams in the end of the month and I'll try to get more work hours so I can buy Christmas gifts for everyone! Please get me something cool, I really want something cool for Christmas this year. Send me an e- mail to get my address. There are to many creeps out there, I'm not publishing it here. You know who you are...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893321616267310069-8354459319190637463?l=sideri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sideri.blogspot.com/feeds/8354459319190637463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7893321616267310069&amp;postID=8354459319190637463&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893321616267310069/posts/default/8354459319190637463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893321616267310069/posts/default/8354459319190637463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sideri.blogspot.com/2010/10/daylight-savings-time.html' title='/Daylight Savings Time...'/><author><name>Sideri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13210227281848865132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img489.imageshack.us/img489/7671/picture85hm6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893321616267310069.post-2076596763536937927</id><published>2010-10-29T13:50:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T13:50:13.234+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I have sex on the first date...</title><content type='html'>Now that I have your attention, read on for an interesting list of more things you may or may not know about me.&lt;br /&gt;I have a 3 year subscription to Cosmo. I don't mind sleeping alone. I'm a gamer. I don't exercise. I'm one BMI point away from being underweight. I live in a different country than both my parents. I'm capable of making the first move, but I'd rather not. I wish I had a twin brother. I wish English was my first language instead of my third. I'm however proud that I know Greek. I'm also kind of a geek. I fall easily in love. And just as easily out. I'm a heartbreaker. I have 163 GB with series that I watch. How I Met Your Mother and Barney's lifestyle tops the list. I'm bad with money. I like my job. I'm good at the student lifestyle when it comes to drinking, having fun and making friends. I'm bad at it when it comes to studying. I can be into girls. I'm a sucker for bad boys. I'm bad with names when it matters. But good when it doesn't. I haven't gotten high in about a year. I love traveling but do it way to seldom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893321616267310069-2076596763536937927?l=sideri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sideri.blogspot.com/feeds/2076596763536937927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7893321616267310069&amp;postID=2076596763536937927&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893321616267310069/posts/default/2076596763536937927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893321616267310069/posts/default/2076596763536937927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sideri.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-have-sex-on-first-date.html' title='I have sex on the first date...'/><author><name>Sideri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13210227281848865132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img489.imageshack.us/img489/7671/picture85hm6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893321616267310069.post-1379536587316652410</id><published>2010-10-17T10:59:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T10:59:59.111+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Gingers do not have souls...</title><content type='html'>How to get out of a very awkward situation in the best possible way; Say you're going for a smoke, and, for this next part it's kinda important you brought all your stuff beforehand, cause you'll be running for your life!! If you're a long way from home you can hide commando style in bus-sheds and giggle to strangers who walk by to spice it up a bit. This is way more fun than having to face that awkward moment now and possibly one the following morning when meeting parents in the hallway. On a Sunday, the average Norwegian household isn't dressed to impress, like you... They are up early and ready for a long hike in the mountains no matter weather. Depending on how they rebelled in their teens they might ask you to tag along and won't realize why you were dressed up until you're out the door and on the first bus home! &lt;br /&gt;Remember; this doesn't really work if you know the person. You'll get chased down and publicly humiliated...&lt;br /&gt;Oh and, kids, don't try this at home ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/3872190/4967661710_e6dbc48559_z_large.jpg?1284349424" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/3872190/4967661710_e6dbc48559_z_large.jpg?1284349424" width="263" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893321616267310069-1379536587316652410?l=sideri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sideri.blogspot.com/feeds/1379536587316652410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7893321616267310069&amp;postID=1379536587316652410&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893321616267310069/posts/default/1379536587316652410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893321616267310069/posts/default/1379536587316652410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sideri.blogspot.com/2010/10/gingers-do-not-have-souls.html' title='Gingers do not have souls...'/><author><name>Sideri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13210227281848865132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img489.imageshack.us/img489/7671/picture85hm6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893321616267310069.post-5958685846301436405</id><published>2010-09-27T11:07:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T11:07:49.598+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is... [revisited]</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="0" width="0"&gt;&lt;form action="ssrv.cgi" lang="en" method="post"&gt;&lt;input name="cmd" type="hidden" value="spell" /&gt; &lt;input name="doc" type="hidden" value="" /&gt; &lt;input name="name" type="hidden" value="" /&gt; &lt;input name="word" type="hidden" value="whack job" /&gt; &lt;input name="wordid" type="hidden" value="" /&gt; &lt;input name="sg" type="hidden" value="" /&gt; &lt;input name="slang" type="hidden" value="en" /&gt; &lt;input name="intlang" type="hidden" value="en" /&gt; &lt;input name="pos" type="hidden" value="4512" /&gt; &lt;input name="len" type="hidden" value="8" /&gt; &lt;input name="text" type="hidden" value="Love is inevitable. I still stand by that. Love happens, and, just to quote the best movie ever, Love actually is all around. I believe in love. Either if it's between two people, a kid and it's toy, art, a movie you've seen a dozen times or the song you just heard on the radio. It's all a happy tingling emotion that gets you going and keeps you up all night, thinking. Is this what life is about? I think it is. Finding a passion, something that drives you, that you really burn for. I like to believe that I'm my mother's daughter and with that in mind I say that my passion is art. My drive is freedom. Adventure is what I burn for. They say, that in love, there is a &amp;quot;one&amp;quot; for all of us. I thought I had found him, but then I remembered another important number; 19... Some people go their whole life, desperately looking, but never finding the one true love of their life. Some meet when they are 5 and stay together for ever. I always thought I'd meet him halfway... like say.. 30.. ish? Don't get me wrong, being in love is fantastic! And the last 9 or so months I've been in heaven. We even said we were ready for kids, house and dogs. I had honestly convinced myself that was what I wanted. And for some reason I was in a hurry to have it too. Then one day in late July my acceptance letter from Uni came, and something inside me snapped. One part of me could hear small feet running on a newly laid hardwood floor. The other heard drunken wooing, loud music and a foreign exchange student babbling in bad Norwegian. Then I started thinking about juggling the two. I suspect that's when I lost it and it became a little too much for me to handle. During this.. thinking.. of mine, however, I somehow managed to leave out my significant other... Communication is kinda a big thing in relationships. Long story short, I might have fucked up my one chance at true love... That sounds really depressing and not at all like me, which brings me to this next piece of writing.I've recently got to know a person, that I thought I already knew, but now seen a total new side of and completely fallen in love with. This person gives me inspiration and desire to take matters in my own hands and be spontaneous and fun. This person is positive, full of life, watches Big Bang Theory and actually gets the jokes. What more can you want? Now, before some of you freak out, this is not my next ex-boyfriend I'm talking about, it's me! I've been a little quick going from one relationship to the next.Keep in mind; I always knew there was a risk in it. So I've decided, before I hurt any more innocent people, I might have to take a moment or two for myself and really figure this out. So today I'm writing from my very first own apartment. I pay a shit load in rent. I don't have a proper bed yet. My TV and PS3 are sitting on top off my dining table and most of my stuff are in boxes. Most importantly my landlord is slow about installing Internet in the house and won't answer his phone. Despite all this, I'm pretty fucking happy! I'm standing on my own two feet, taking choices for myself without affecting others and thus not taking others in consideration. Some might say I've become a selfish bitch... Smile! The past month has been crazy, weird, insightful, enter any adjective(?) you wish. It fits! I owe a huge thanks to some very special people in my life. I would probably be on the streets if it wasn't for my best friend and her family. I was so fortunate to be able to crash at their house until I got my own place. They also helped me move my stuff, including a ridiculously(?) heavy couch. Also my mom, sister and friends have been very supportive during this time. Even though my mom is a 5 hour flight away I feel closer to her than ever. My sister is just awesome as always. Some of my closest friends thought tapas would be a great idea. And it was! My other best friend took me out driving and we made tacky mix tapes. My mate from Uni gave me 60GB of series and makes fish sticks jokes with me. Don't know where I would be without you guys, I love you!Leaving the past and looking into the future; I'm really excited about upcoming events. How I Met Your Mother Tuesdays are a success(?) and happening. Next weekend I'll be hitting the B-Town with my best girls. A special friend from Greece might finally come to see the cold North in October. I'm also trying to put money aside for Paris and my lovely girl there. A tour of London's special clubs with a certain English whack job wouldn't be wrong either ;) I guess what I'm trying to say is;Figuring out who you are and what you want is important before you drag others in it with you. 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I still stand by that. Love  happens, and, just to quote the best movie ever, Love actually is all  around. I believe in love. Either if it's between two people, a kid and  it's toy, art, a movie you've seen a dozen times or the song you just  heard on the radio. It's all a happy tingling emotion that gets you  going and keeps you up all night, thinking... Is this what life is about? I  think it is. Finding a passion, something that drives you, that you  really burn for. I like to believe that I'm my mother's daughter and  with that in mind I say that my passion is art. My drive is freedom.  Adventure is what I burn for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say, that in love, there is  a "one" for all of us. I thought I had found him, but then I remembered  another important number; 19... Some people go their whole life,  desperately looking, but never finding the one true love of their life.  Some meet when they are 5 and stay together for ever. I always thought  I'd meet him halfway... like say.. 30.. ish? Don't get me wrong, being  in love is fantastic! And the last 9 or so months I've been in heaven.  We even said we were ready for kids, house and dogs. I had honestly  convinced myself that was what I wanted. And for some reason I was eager to rush in to all that. Then one day in late July my acceptance letter  from Uni came, and something inside me snapped. One part of me could  hear small feet running on a newly laid hardwood floor. The other heard  drunken wooing, loud music and a foreign exchange student babbling in  bad Norwegian. Then I started thinking about juggling the two. I suspect  that's when I lost it and it became a little too much for me to handle.  During this.. thinking.. of mine, however, I somehow managed to leave  out my significant other... Communication is kinda a big thing in  relationships. Everything we've been building the last 9 months just fell to the ground and through the floor. Long story short, I might have fucked up my one chance at  true love... That sounds really depressing and not at all like me,  which brings me to this next piece of writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've recently  got to know a person, that I thought I already knew, but now seen a  total new side of and completely fallen in love with. This person gives  me inspiration and desire to take matters in my own hands and be  spontaneous and fun. This person is positive, full of life, watches Big  Bang Theory and actually gets the jokes. What more can you want? Now,  before some of you freak out, this is not my next ex-boyfriend I'm  talking about, it's me! I've been a little quick going from one  relationship to the next. Keep in mind; I always knew there was a risk in  it. So I've decided, before I hurt any more innocent people, I might  have to take a moment or two for myself and really figure this out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So  today I'm writing from my very first own apartment. I pay a shit load  in rent. I don't have a proper bed yet. My TV and PS3 are sitting on top  off my dining table and most of my stuff are in boxes. Most importantly  my landlord is slow about installing Internet in the house and won't  answer his phone. Despite all this, I'm pretty fucking happy! I'm  standing on my own two feet, taking choices for myself without affecting  others and thus not taking others in consideration. Some might say I've  become a selfish bitch... Smile! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past month has been  crazy, weird, insightful, enter any adjective you wish. It fits! I  owe a huge thanks to some very special people in my life. I would  probably be on the streets if it wasn't for my best friend and her  family. I was so fortunate to be able to crash at their house until I  got my own place. They also helped me move my stuff, including a  ridiculously heavy couch. Also my mom, sister and friends have been  very supportive during this time. Even though my mom is a 5 hour flight  away I feel closer to her than ever. My sister is just awesome as  always. Some of my closest friends thought tapas would be a great idea.  And it was! My other best friend took me out driving and we made tacky  mix tapes. My mate from Uni gave me 60GB+ of series and makes fish sticks  jokes with me. Don't know where I would be without you guys. I love  you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving the past and looking into the future; I'm really  excited about upcoming events. How I Met Your Mother Tuesdays are a  success and happening. Next weekend I'll be hitting the B-Town with  my best girls. A special friend from Greece might finally come to see  the cold North in October. I'm also trying to put money aside for Paris  and my lovely girl there. A tour of London's special clubs with a  certain English whack job wouldn't be wrong either ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess  what I'm trying to say is; Figuring out who you are and what you want is  important before you drag others in it with you. 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[revisited]'/><author><name>Sideri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13210227281848865132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img489.imageshack.us/img489/7671/picture85hm6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893321616267310069.post-2380389800844661287</id><published>2010-03-09T10:04:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T10:06:33.676+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling off the wagon...</title><content type='html'>The past three years I’ve been considering so many different options when it comes to what I’m going to do after high school. Looking through this blog I remember my architecture dream. Going to a fine arts school in London, moving away from the old me and just start over totally from scratch. I was so sure that this was what I really wanted and would be the best for me. Of course it would be awesome, but I don’t feel that I’m quite there anymore. First of all I don’t have good enough grades to even stay on campus probably. &lt;br /&gt;This last year has been painful, not only for me I believe, but for most of us in 3MK. People have stopped showing up for class, doing homework, follow up on what the teacher is going on about. Nobody knows what’s really happened since last year, but with full-packed days, lots of homework, big projects and with most of us having jobs as well it gets tiring. We have about 3 ½ months left, but these two months coming now will be the hardest. After Easter we have try-out exams for at least two weeks. But then, in May, it’s the beginning of a new era! In Norway we have something called Russ. Russ is something that you are the last year of high school here (year 13), to mark the end of your obligatory education. As Russ you have an outfit so people see that you actually are a Russ. It looks something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G38z6GIYyTs/S5YO0o_RQAI/AAAAAAAAAMI/L5DwO7b4R2U/s1600-h/Russ_2007_by_hannelin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G38z6GIYyTs/S5YO0o_RQAI/AAAAAAAAAMI/L5DwO7b4R2U/s400/Russ_2007_by_hannelin.jpg" width="317" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are three different colors depending on what kind of high school you are doing. The most common is red; I am red, red rules. Even though you are Russ the whole year you only get to wear your outfit for 17 days in May, from the 1st the the 17th which also happens to be our independence day. Russ are known for their excessive drinking, trashing, driving around in their vans and harassing younger students and teachers. We also have a list of “achievements” that we can do during these times, and as a reward we get stuff to attach to our cap. There are things like streaking, fucking in the woods, drinking a case of beer in 12 hours, eating a big Mac in three bites and that sort of stuff. &lt;br /&gt;We all get new names for the 17 days which your friends make up for you. Mine’s “Tequila”. No I don’t know why *whistle*. And we get a bunch of cards which we have customized ourselves that we give out to people. Elementary school kids are crazy for these cards, it’s suicide to walk through a school wearing a Russ outfit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G38z6GIYyTs/S5YO8P2YdKI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/FRK4w5um9hE/s1600-h/18314-56290-large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="186" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G38z6GIYyTs/S5YO8P2YdKI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/FRK4w5um9hE/s320/18314-56290-large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week we got all our outfits; the pants which are the most important, a cap, some t-shirts and hoodies and all sorts of accessories like cards, pens, belts and stickers. I’ll post pics when my pants are finished, they need customizing. And it was just so awesome to see how everyone got this enormous boost, and we just realized it’s like 2 months left of this shit and then it’s party time! Of course the government has put the exams in the end of May… Idiots… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane’s Addiction – Mountain Song&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893321616267310069-2380389800844661287?l=sideri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sideri.blogspot.com/feeds/2380389800844661287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7893321616267310069&amp;postID=2380389800844661287&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893321616267310069/posts/default/2380389800844661287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893321616267310069/posts/default/2380389800844661287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sideri.blogspot.com/2010/03/falling-off-wagon.html' title='Falling off the wagon...'/><author><name>Sideri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13210227281848865132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img489.imageshack.us/img489/7671/picture85hm6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G38z6GIYyTs/S5YO0o_RQAI/AAAAAAAAAMI/L5DwO7b4R2U/s72-c/Russ_2007_by_hannelin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893321616267310069.post-4124318299277326183</id><published>2009-12-10T14:02:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T14:05:31.005+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Something to talk about</title><content type='html'>I recently went through a bad break-up. Even though I was the one to break it up, I ended up shedding all the tears. When you’ve been with someone for almost 2 ½ years you can go from best friends to hated enemies in seconds. It doesn’t take more than a sentence to break someone’s heart into tiny pieces. “I’m tired of everything, and being with you doesn’t help”. I’ve never felt more useless. The actual break-up didn’t happen for another couple of months, but my subconscious knew that this was the last drop. But me, I was still hanging by a thin thread hoping that it would all just change. Not that I did much to make it all better. We took some days apart and thought it helped. But it was really not the same after... We just kinda drifted through the weeks. Day in day out there was no excitement or change. We didn’t have much to talk about, dinner was more and more frozen and sex was just sex. Getting hammered in the weekends became an escape from reality, an escape from each other. We were never the couple who hung out at parties. We always met random in the line for the bathroom or when taking a smoke on the balcony. Sundays were always interesting. Going through last night’s events and hearing five different versions of the same thing, but not one of them being correct, that’s hungover for you. But that’s a whole different story again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After making escapes out of town in the weekends I came home new. The coming weekend I didn’t go out drinking. My boyfriend ditched a friend with tickets to this concert, to drink with the Danish boy. So my boyfriend sends his friend to me. I didn’t really know much about this guy, other than that he hung out with my boyfriend all the time so I didn’t get the chance to be with him by myself and try to heal our relationship. So I just kinda took up the offer to see what all the fuzz was about. Turns out it was the best thing I ever did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I woke up this morning I was happy. Even though my alarm is annoying and the time was 7:00 AM, I was happy to wake up next to a person that means everything to me. That’s the kind of stuff that makes my days go easier through. Cause I know that no matter how shitty my day is, once I get home to him I’ll forget it all and just crawl under the covers and sleep safely in his arms. It’s good to feel that way again. It’s been a while since I’ve lived in a storm of feelings like this. No matter how sad, unsecure or mad I am, once I’m around him it all turns into happiness and confidence. I have nothing more to worry about, nothing can go wrong and I can only see a bright future ahead, with Jan Ove in it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893321616267310069-4124318299277326183?l=sideri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sideri.blogspot.com/feeds/4124318299277326183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7893321616267310069&amp;postID=4124318299277326183&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893321616267310069/posts/default/4124318299277326183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893321616267310069/posts/default/4124318299277326183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sideri.blogspot.com/2009/12/something-to-talk-about.html' title='Something to talk about'/><author><name>Sideri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13210227281848865132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img489.imageshack.us/img489/7671/picture85hm6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893321616267310069.post-4155903801102642704</id><published>2009-11-13T21:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T21:20:17.914+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Where are they now..</title><content type='html'>When I was a little kid I had the three best friends a kid could ever have. We were supposed to stick together forever and eventually take over the world. When you are five and training for world domination your days are pretty fun and you don't really want them to end anytime soon. We dedicated most of our time to rescuing the princess in Super Mario, and without internet and cheating it took us some time. We played commando in our jungle of a garden over at Kavo Fanari. We went on endless expeditions on the beaches by my house and the caves by the nearby bay. More than once we were scared to death by the treasures we uncovered and high cliffs we climbed. There was never a real life threatening situation, but when you are five a small rock seems like a mountain and a little lizard could as well be a blood thirsty crocodile. At the end of the day there wasn't anything better a little adventurer could have but pancakes. No, not pancakes, mom's pancakes. At night we would set up our IKEA tent on the balcony and just lay there and look at the stars. Whoever could count most falling stars got the last piece of watermelon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G38z6GIYyTs/Sv24lnlR3cI/AAAAAAAAALg/ua8V07lddzk/s1600-h/img026.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G38z6GIYyTs/Sv24lnlR3cI/AAAAAAAAALg/ua8V07lddzk/s640/img026.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G38z6GIYyTs/Sv24g4XY1mI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Vbmrw6jswfI/s1600-h/img012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G38z6GIYyTs/Sv24g4XY1mI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Vbmrw6jswfI/s640/img012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G38z6GIYyTs/Sv24jOkticI/AAAAAAAAALY/SROudPKYBRg/s1600-h/img023.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G38z6GIYyTs/Sv24jOkticI/AAAAAAAAALY/SROudPKYBRg/s320/img023.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G38z6GIYyTs/Sv24cEPBdyI/AAAAAAAAALA/6iv1Rbf89VM/s1600-h/img004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G38z6GIYyTs/Sv24cEPBdyI/AAAAAAAAALA/6iv1Rbf89VM/s320/img004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G38z6GIYyTs/Sv24euWRAWI/AAAAAAAAALI/F5_gMebgIzo/s1600-h/img008.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G38z6GIYyTs/Sv24euWRAWI/AAAAAAAAALI/F5_gMebgIzo/s640/img008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I think back at these times it makes me a little sad. It all kinda ended so suddenly. Before we knew it we where all in different countries... Alex was the first to go. His dad, God rest his soul, passed away and his mom, being from the UK, took Alex and Sofia with her home. The rest of us who stayed behind had a hard time coping with the whole thing. But not long after Alex's departure my mom decided it was time for me to get an environment change as well. She took me to this pretty place called Norway where I easily fitted in with the natives and enjoyed my education. In the years that came Troy would move back and forth between Norway and Greece just like myself. Marissa was the only one to stay put on Samos. I sometimes see her as the middle man who kept us in contact all these years. It's never been anything like when we were kids. Now we just party together if we meet in the summers. None of us has seen or heard from Alex since 2002... Miss you bud &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the pics except the last one are from that summer.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893321616267310069-4155903801102642704?l=sideri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sideri.blogspot.com/feeds/4155903801102642704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7893321616267310069&amp;postID=4155903801102642704&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893321616267310069/posts/default/4155903801102642704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893321616267310069/posts/default/4155903801102642704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sideri.blogspot.com/2009/11/where-are-they-now.html' title='Where are they now..'/><author><name>Sideri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13210227281848865132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img489.imageshack.us/img489/7671/picture85hm6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G38z6GIYyTs/Sv24lnlR3cI/AAAAAAAAALg/ua8V07lddzk/s72-c/img026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893321616267310069.post-4132093166377254312</id><published>2009-11-13T02:19:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T03:47:40.095+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is...</title><content type='html'>when your parents tuck you in at night after they've assured you the Boogieman isn't hiding under your bed. Parental love used to be the most wonderful kind of love when we were kids. As I've grown, eventually into a woman, I've discovered a new kind of love. The kind that evolves between to strangers who just met. A little tease, also known as your subconsciousness, will know it when it's there. From the first time you make eye contact. From the first mindless words you utter. From the first innocent touch of a handshake. Your subconsciousness instantly knows you've just met your other half, the person that will make your life complete. But will it tell you this? Will it give you any sign of it? No, absolutely not. It will do the opposite, fuck with your mind. At first you won't think anything particular about this new person you just met. You might exchange a few words, share a short laugh and then leave each others company and go your separate ways. You wont think much about this person until you suddenly meet again, out of the blue. You will instantly recognize each other, your subs have made sure of that. You are both in a hurry, so it's a quick meet, but not one you forget. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At a later occasion you end up at the same party and find out you have mutual friends you didn't know about. At said party you'll probably not talk much but will end up being included in the same get-together later that week planned by the mutuals. Your subconsciousness will at this point reveal a small part of it's long kept secret. You arrange to attend the event together. As you arrive to the already crowded table where your party is seated, people observe and smile in a way your sub would, if it could. During this evening your sub will play its best hand, but still keeping the poker face. You'll get mistaken as a couple more than twice and you'll find out you share more than just friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time that comes after this is unbelievably spectacular. A day won't pass where you don't think about each other. You don't even care about hiding it from the other. Almost identical texts will fly in both directions at about the same time. Meals, both short and long will be shared. Discoveries that you're not the only one in the world with odd perceptions will be made. There will be a lot of laughing and hours will fly by like seconds. The weirdest thing of all is that this whole process will run its course entirely by itself. If you look up the word "fate" in the dictionary your names are most likely to be the description. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Your subconsciousness is on fire and will finally play its Ace of Spades. You are standing there in the parking lot after yet a successful date. You chat eagerly and laugh and before you know it you are closer than ever, in all possible ways. Lightning strikes as your lips touch and you can feel the electricity running through your body all the way to your toes. Time stops and everything around you freezes in the moment. When your lips part again and you look into the eyes of your other half, you instantly know you've reached the point of no return. You've never felt more safe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is... inevitable &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893321616267310069-4132093166377254312?l=sideri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sideri.blogspot.com/feeds/4132093166377254312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7893321616267310069&amp;postID=4132093166377254312&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893321616267310069/posts/default/4132093166377254312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893321616267310069/posts/default/4132093166377254312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sideri.blogspot.com/2009/11/love-is.html' title='Love is...'/><author><name>Sideri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13210227281848865132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img489.imageshack.us/img489/7671/picture85hm6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893321616267310069.post-8425991505836883730</id><published>2009-11-02T08:35:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T09:27:28.918+01:00</updated><title type='text'>When life gives you lemons...</title><content type='html'>slice them up and consume after a tequila shot. Don't forget salt. As a teenager I drink a lot. Or should I say, as an adult I drink a lot... But still we all say we don't have a problem, nobody pushes us to do anything, we can say no and on and on. But can we? In April I moved in to a very central apartment which already was known as the party-place-to-be-when-getting-hammered-on-a-Saturday-night. We started of as 3 living there, and then 2 more came along, then 1 moved out and 1 moved in. Oh and 1 came to visit and never left; we've tried to at least teach him some Norwegian so he fits in, but it's a lost cause. He only responds to badly pronounced gamer talk and doesn't really party that hard when his chick is away. The point is, we all drink a little, but together we drink a lot. Since April I can honestly say I've had 2, only 2 sober weekends. Now, don't imagine me passed out in the gutter every single weekend, that only happened once, and it wasn't even my fault. The stupid bunny came out of nowhere! My only income is the hard earned cash I get every month from my student loan. It's not a lot but I still manage to not have a penny left at the start of each month. How does she do it you ask yourself. That is one of my many charming skills, also genetic I think, and comes hand in hand with the pretty-please-Bambi-eyes which mostly appear near the end of the month and will drive you crazy. I've got this instinct that prevents me from finding out exactly how much I've used on alcohol each month. I'm afraid that if I go as far as finding out that amount I might stop drinking... Either way, I can still afford lemons ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893321616267310069-8425991505836883730?l=sideri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sideri.blogspot.com/feeds/8425991505836883730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7893321616267310069&amp;postID=8425991505836883730&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893321616267310069/posts/default/8425991505836883730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893321616267310069/posts/default/8425991505836883730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sideri.blogspot.com/2009/11/when-life-gives-you-lemons.html' title='When life gives you lemons...'/><author><name>Sideri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13210227281848865132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img489.imageshack.us/img489/7671/picture85hm6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893321616267310069.post-3576125085470538185</id><published>2009-10-07T17:34:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T18:58:06.923+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been 18 since May...</title><content type='html'>At this writing moment I'm sitting at a huge desk in the middle of a 175 m² apartment which I happen to live in. With 5 other people. I consider these people my family. Like in all families there are complications, both good and bad. The root of all evil in our apartment is the laziness in us all and the lack of neatness skill in our personalities. But that's a whole other story... &lt;br /&gt;While trying to fill you in on what's new with me I'm enjoying a big glass of chocolate milk, I'm wearing my glasses cause I'm out of contacts (getting more on Friday), I have my hair in a ponytail and wearing a casual attire with my Ghostbusters hoodie. Yeah I just told you all that to brag about that I have a Ghostbusters hoodie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a month ago I was in a bad place; I got turned down by every job I applied to. I thought my 2 year old relationship was going down the toilet and there wasn't much I could do. Me and mom found out it was time that she moved back to Greece, where she really want's to be and I want her to be for many reasons (mostly so I have an excuse to constantly go on vacation there). School had just started and I was unmotivated already. And I had a cold... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's all pretty much good. I've been asked to fill an open position at a hardware store. Me and my boyfriend are all good again. I've gotten used to the thought of my mom moving away, it's for the best, really. I haven't been to school in about 2 weeks cause of my Tonsillectomy and now we have holidays anyway. I'm one day away from being completely done with anything that has to do with my tonsils, for life! I'm still unmotivated about school, but I don't have to think about that for another couple of days. Plus, I still love maths. I'm expecting a shit load of money to come in on my bank account this week (that will disappear almost instantly cause of my enormous shopping list I've been growing the last couple of months). Tomorrow, my best friend from when I was a kid is coming from Sweden. She'll be staying here a couple of days and I'm really excited cause we kinda haven't had much contact the last couple of years and she is awesome. My mom has told me stories of when I looked like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G38z6GIYyTs/SszGr8852eI/AAAAAAAAAKY/Z5iP0rSJtws/s1600-h/16-09-07_1602.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G38z6GIYyTs/SszGr8852eI/AAAAAAAAAKY/Z5iP0rSJtws/s400/16-09-07_1602.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389901312453892578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We used to go over to my friend's house almost everyday, our parents were very good friends. And when we were about to leave they had to go through a lot of trouble every single time. I refused to leave! I remember going as far as locking myself in the bathroom. When they first got me to leave it was usually over my dad's shoulders screaming, all the way home. I was a brat :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all I'm doing good and you'll probably going to be hearing a lot about my ups and downs in the time that comes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893321616267310069-3576125085470538185?l=sideri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sideri.blogspot.com/feeds/3576125085470538185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7893321616267310069&amp;postID=3576125085470538185&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893321616267310069/posts/default/3576125085470538185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893321616267310069/posts/default/3576125085470538185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sideri.blogspot.com/2009/10/ive-been-18-since-may.html' title='I&apos;ve been 18 since May...'/><author><name>Sideri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13210227281848865132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img489.imageshack.us/img489/7671/picture85hm6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G38z6GIYyTs/SszGr8852eI/AAAAAAAAAKY/Z5iP0rSJtws/s72-c/16-09-07_1602.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893321616267310069.post-6536414662581014317</id><published>2009-10-07T15:16:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T16:03:59.645+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a douche...</title><content type='html'>I don't know why, but I keep doing this every year. I start up my blog after a dry season where my last post really is just random. It seems after a while of blogging I lose interest. Do you know why? Because I somehow get it in my head that nobody reads my blog, so there's no point in posting it on the internetz, I might as well keep it to myself. WRONG! Whoever thinks that way is a douche, hence my title. &lt;a href="http://geoffreygolden.com"&gt;Geoffrey Golden&lt;/a&gt; made me do two important things today; &lt;a href="http://www.madatoms.com/site/blog/the-greatest-facebook-application"&gt;Clean my Facebook App page&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.madatoms.com/site/blog/addicted-to-blog-stats"&gt;check my Google Analytics page&lt;/a&gt;. Both of them was a nice experience. I even got support from another Facebook friend and am now one step closer to a cleaner Facebook. Also my Google Analytics informed me that despite me not writing a post since December 2008 I still have had 519 visitors since then, 76% of them being NEW visitors. Also fun fact; Most of the Google searches, that link to my blog, are made by my photographer teacher googling himself. Nothing wrong with that, we all do it, in secrecy (my name is 6th on that list).&lt;br /&gt;Ok, this got silly, but this is me blogging for you. I don't have much to blog about. Or at least that's what I keep thinking. Before I checked my Google Analytics I was thinking of starting a new blog, a fresh start. But I've had this blog since '07, before the huge blog wave made its way to the non-geeks of the internet, swooped them up and made them mass-produce blogs about what they wear everyday and post pictures of clothes they do not yet own but really wish they did. No offense, it's what you like, but all the good blogs out there just kinda drowned in the sea of blogs about make-up and shoes. &lt;br /&gt;My blog has changed a couple of times but so have I since then. I've matured a wee bit and somehow forgot to bring my blog up-to-date. So I think it's time to go through this whole thing once again. I can't say for how long I'll be blogging this time, or what I'll be blogging about, or what my new theme will be... But in my blog I still live in a tiny apartment with my boyfriend and everything is perfect. That's as far from my real life as you get and I think my two followers deserve to read about the real me (all though both of them know what I'm up to almost daily...Thanks Facebook). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise, my next post will be all about me and will not include google analytics stats.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893321616267310069-6536414662581014317?l=sideri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sideri.blogspot.com/feeds/6536414662581014317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7893321616267310069&amp;postID=6536414662581014317&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893321616267310069/posts/default/6536414662581014317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893321616267310069/posts/default/6536414662581014317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sideri.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-douche.html' title='I&apos;m a douche...'/><author><name>Sideri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13210227281848865132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img489.imageshack.us/img489/7671/picture85hm6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893321616267310069.post-8187873893760088005</id><published>2008-12-18T07:42:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T07:45:11.501+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My boyfriend is perfect!</title><content type='html'>I love you &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893321616267310069-8187873893760088005?l=sideri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sideri.blogspot.com/feeds/8187873893760088005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7893321616267310069&amp;postID=8187873893760088005&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893321616267310069/posts/default/8187873893760088005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893321616267310069/posts/default/8187873893760088005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sideri.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-boyfriend-is-perfect.html' title='My boyfriend is perfect!'/><author><name>Sideri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13210227281848865132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img489.imageshack.us/img489/7671/picture85hm6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893321616267310069.post-6611937168763140675</id><published>2008-12-11T10:21:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T10:40:58.815+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Amputation!?</title><content type='html'>So I'm like really bored right now and my headset output on my laptop is broken... So I was thinking, if you HAD to, for some obscure reason, pick a part of your body to amputate, what would you pick? I would definitely not pick one of my arms or hands! Maybe a pinky, or both? They kinda just seem to be there and do anything really. Of course they helped me through middle school when I was counting to 10. But nowadays I don't need to count to 10 anymore so other than that they just are there. My toes I don't need either... I could walk around with one leg as well. I play soccer at the moment, but can't say I'll be missing it (no offence Simon, you're a great coach). What else could you possibly amputate? An ear? The nose? Gosh, I'm bored.. Only reason I started thinking about amputation is cause I woke up to a song by Incubus where they sing 'ammunition' or something, and I heard amputation the first time... And the lack of music is making my brain sing 'amputation' over and over and over again! It's driving me crazy... And things are going fairly slow over at the &lt;a href="http://www.thesixthaxis.com/forum/"&gt;TSA Forums&lt;/a&gt; today. With the launch of HOME today you would think the randomness would be all over by now.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to stop now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893321616267310069-6611937168763140675?l=sideri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sideri.blogspot.com/feeds/6611937168763140675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7893321616267310069&amp;postID=6611937168763140675&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893321616267310069/posts/default/6611937168763140675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893321616267310069/posts/default/6611937168763140675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sideri.blogspot.com/2008/12/amputation.html' title='Amputation!?'/><author><name>Sideri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13210227281848865132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img489.imageshack.us/img489/7671/picture85hm6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893321616267310069.post-310684811058105459</id><published>2008-11-20T13:54:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T14:40:51.809+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tonsillitis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LittleBigPlanet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LBP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TSA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PS3'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Playstation 3'/><title type='text'>It's A Shame About Ray</title><content type='html'>I haven't updated here for over a week now. Been getting complaints from my best friend all day. It's obviously dead boring in school today, we all need something to do. Personally I've been hanging around &lt;a href="http://www.thesixthaxis.com/"&gt;TSA&lt;/a&gt; this whole time. A lot of amusement to be found there as well as great facts evolving around the PS3 mostly. Last weekend I think I missed out on of the best weekends in a while, regarding all my girl-friends that is. I had to stay home cause of my regular tonsillitis. Went to my doctor to speed up the waiting process regarding my operation as they had put the last possible date for somewhere in April. I simply can't wait that long... But, staying in for the weekend gave me an advantage in gaming you could say. I finally took the time to make a level in LitteBigPlanet. I've called it LittleBigOlympics - Easy. It's fairly short and easy like the title says. But I've been getting comments that the last part is kinda hard. You have to get through an electrified snake which is pretty random in it's movements. It's like when we were kids and playing with skipping ropes, you have to jump in right at the exact moment. The rest of the level is pretty easy, and it's a race against the clock mostly. And I obviously went wrong somewhere cause I'm currently 3rd on the high-score list with Pingu on 1st and my good friend Daniel on 2nd! I will be making more levels along the way, this level actually started out as an attempt for me to get a couple of trophies, but when I first got into it it was awesome. I still have a long way to go when it comes to LBP levels though, been playing some pretty awesome ones lately. Like Andy Torr's from TSA; &lt;a href="http://www.thesixthaxis.com/2008/11/19/review-tsa-towers/"&gt;TSA Towers&lt;/a&gt;, that's a simply great level which I enjoyed a lot, and humour in there is awesome!&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping this weekend will turn out better for me. Getting together with the girls tomorrow night for Taco and girly talk mostly. A tradition we've managed to keep for some years now, and it's just as fun every time. somehow we manage to keep the drama away for that one day. so instead of bitching about each others we find the time to gossip about everyone else. When I think about it there isn't THAT much drama in our little group of 8 very different girls. Compared to other groups of girls at this school I would say we don't have drama at all what so ever! How great &lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;And then the rest of the weekend will go to my lovely boyfriend &lt;3 We are doing so great, and I'm really happy we are together.&lt;br /&gt;But with Christmas coming up we have an annual Christmas party to plan right now. Don't get your hopes up, it's a closed party. You have to suffer at least a whole year with the lot of us to get on the list ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Title:&lt;/span&gt; The Lemonheads - &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;It's A Shame About Ray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893321616267310069-310684811058105459?l=sideri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sideri.blogspot.com/feeds/310684811058105459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7893321616267310069&amp;postID=310684811058105459&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893321616267310069/posts/default/310684811058105459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893321616267310069/posts/default/310684811058105459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sideri.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-shame-about-ray.html' title='It&apos;s A Shame About Ray'/><author><name>Sideri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13210227281848865132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img489.imageshack.us/img489/7671/picture85hm6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893321616267310069.post-4419030169548797820</id><published>2008-11-12T09:05:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T09:45:44.110+01:00</updated><title type='text'>If you ever step on my patch...</title><content type='html'>On Monday I introduced my mom to LittleBigPlanet, and she digged it! For starters she recognized Stephen Fry's voice right away and thought it was awesome that he had the voice-over. And she also filled me in on that Stephen Fry has BiPolar and is quite open about it, I'll be looking up what he has done around BiPolar, you know like seminars and stuff. My dad has BiPolar disorder, a slightly light version, but it's still there and it affects us all. Anyway, back to LittleBigPlanet, mom was really amused by the fact that as a little sackperson you could grab onto different materials and there where so many opportunities. She also found it funny Humpty-Dumpty, the egg thingy, was sitting around various places in the garden. My boyfriend as well had a name for this egg, although that was in Norwegian; Lille Trille. Personally I've never heard of either... Does this make me a weird kid? It was really great to see mom so interested in a PS3 game :D&lt;br /&gt;Personally I'm very interested in this game ;) I'm almost done with the story now, been playing the levels over again to get as many prizes as I can, and I've been going through the create tutorial and tried to make some stuff, but haven't really managed to put myself in the creator role quite yet, but will do soon. I'm still holding of at the co-op part cause the online play has been a bit dodgy, and I like it to go smooth, but I have so many to play with now that I don't think it would matter that much. Oh and the trophies, they are great! And easy to get xD Oh, and this dude in my class really hates it that I have the game and not he.&lt;br /&gt;I have to change classrooms in a bit so I'll wrap it up for now. I've started using my lenses again for those who care about that :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Title:&lt;/span&gt; My patch - &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Not quite sure at the moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course the great review on LittleBigPlanet from &lt;a href="http://www.thesixthaxis.com/"&gt;TSA&lt;/a&gt; &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thesixthaxis.com/2008/11/05/review-littlebigplanet/"&gt;http://www.thesixthaxis.com/2008/11/05/review-littlebigplanet/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893321616267310069-4419030169548797820?l=sideri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sideri.blogspot.com/feeds/4419030169548797820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7893321616267310069&amp;postID=4419030169548797820&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893321616267310069/posts/default/4419030169548797820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893321616267310069/posts/default/4419030169548797820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sideri.blogspot.com/2008/11/if-you-step-on-my-patch.html' title='If you ever step on my patch...'/><author><name>Sideri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13210227281848865132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img489.imageshack.us/img489/7671/picture85hm6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893321616267310069.post-2351121556240943720</id><published>2008-11-10T09:57:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T10:36:15.663+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rammstein'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LittleBigPlanet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trophies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greece'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend'/><title type='text'>Let me see you stripped</title><content type='html'>I've been listening to Rammstein all day long today. Ok, it's only 10 in the morning, but I've been up and going since 7 today. Rammstein always reminds me of one of the best peeps from Greece, he introduced me to Rammstein and I've loved them ever since. I miss you so much bud, you are truly awesome &lt;3 Listening to Rammstein today really brought back memories, really good memories which I'll never let go off and one day it'll be like old times again ^^, &lt;br /&gt;Another fond memory I'll never let go off is the one from this weekend. I had my first real cliché-romance-night and it was really touchy and really great to get to share it with a so special person. Thank you &lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;And yet another awesome thing is LittleBigPlanet. I finally got it on Friday! Got actually two copies in my mailbox, my &lt;s&gt;ex&lt;/s&gt; &lt;s&gt;new&lt;/s&gt; boyfriend hasn't changed his address yet so I got his copy as well. Snatched his copy and got on the first bus going his way. We spent almost the whole weekend playing through it. He did story mode while I was a sleep (I'm a real snoozer okay...) and then we went through for 100% on each level together. And I'm telling you, this game is nothing but awesome! Like really awesome! I would feel ashamed not owning a copy of this game. And the online levels, there are so many creative minds out there and I admire each and everyone of them &lt;3 And best of all, it has trophies, I love trophies &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;As you may have noticed I feel all loving today, overusing "&lt;3" in my post &lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;Right after school I'm going to hang out with Vilde and then go home to my mom and have some great food and show her LittleBigPlanet since she seemed overexcited about it after seeing it on the news. And after that I guess Malin is coming over &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Title:&lt;/span&gt; Rammstein - &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Stripped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893321616267310069-2351121556240943720?l=sideri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sideri.blogspot.com/feeds/2351121556240943720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7893321616267310069&amp;postID=2351121556240943720&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893321616267310069/posts/default/2351121556240943720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893321616267310069/posts/default/2351121556240943720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sideri.blogspot.com/2008/11/let-me-see-you-stripped.html' title='Let me see you stripped'/><author><name>Sideri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13210227281848865132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img489.imageshack.us/img489/7671/picture85hm6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893321616267310069.post-3629981553704329926</id><published>2008-11-06T08:54:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T09:17:49.408+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='super glued'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sky news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cope2'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='two and a half men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='graffiti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='public toilets'/><title type='text'>I blow your mind</title><content type='html'>Ordinary Thursday in school. We have web-design the whole day, it's honestly my favourite day of school. We are currently working on a project where we design our own web page, mine is about graffiti and it's supposed to be done tomorrow. I'm almost done with it, only the page with Razor's interview stands empty till now. You get to share space with Cope2 man, feel honoured ;P And again thanks, you are awesome, and I love your work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, the day never starts off with school work for me. I browsed Sky News for a change today and found out they have a category for strange news! Exactly what I need this cold morning when I'm still tired. The first thing that met me was "&lt;a href="http://news.sky.com/skynews/Home/Strange-News/Man-Taken-To-Hospital-In-Dudley-West-Midlands-Stuck-To-Toilet/Article/200811115140050?lpos=Strange_News_First_Strange_News__Article_Teaser_Region__0&amp;lid=ARTICLE_15140050_Man_Taken_To_Hospital_In_Dudley%2C_West_Midlands%2C_Stuck_To_Toilet"&gt;Superg-Looed: Man Stuck To Toilet&lt;/a&gt;"! I just saw the newest episode of Two and a half men yesterday; Jake first stapled his fingers together and then he super glued his hand to his face! So I though this man had managed to do it all by himself. But turns out he used a public toilet and someone had put super glue all over it as a prank! In my opinion it's genius, but I wouldn't want to be the one to sit on it. And now I finally get why some people have fear for public toilets ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Title:&lt;/span&gt; The Veronicas - &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Revolution&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893321616267310069-3629981553704329926?l=sideri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sideri.blogspot.com/feeds/3629981553704329926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7893321616267310069&amp;postID=3629981553704329926&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893321616267310069/posts/default/3629981553704329926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893321616267310069/posts/default/3629981553704329926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sideri.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-blow-your-mind.html' title='I blow your mind'/><author><name>Sideri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13210227281848865132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img489.imageshack.us/img489/7671/picture85hm6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893321616267310069.post-7725364702001290950</id><published>2008-11-03T19:44:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T20:30:21.015+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LittleBigPlanet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Playstation 3'/><title type='text'>Dramamine</title><content type='html'>The first snow of the season has fallen. Was supposed to blog about it on Tuesday when it actually fell, but never got that far, and now it's gone... Here is a pic from Tuesday though, for you that are interested&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G38z6GIYyTs/SQ9H91gRJzI/AAAAAAAAAHY/qgD7Bwx9WD8/s1600-h/28-10-08_0744.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G38z6GIYyTs/SQ9H91gRJzI/AAAAAAAAAHY/qgD7Bwx9WD8/s400/28-10-08_0744.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264505617079412530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the view I have from my living room. Nothing to brag about really, but I live on the 3rd floor so I wouldn't mess with me in my apartment. Past weeks have been going pretty smooth actually. I have been playing a lot on my PS3, mostly Saints Row 2 (haven't seen you online yet Jimmy), and I've done some trophy hunting. I just ordered LittleBigPlanet, and with it I get a sexah t-shirt. Talking about sexy, I found myself working at my mom's kindergarten on Thursday, and I had to wear a thermo suit. I got one shot of that before my camera refused to see more of it. And as you can see I'm not very pleased... &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G38z6GIYyTs/SQ9JeM8V2uI/AAAAAAAAAHg/ZQRFPYgw3JE/s1600-h/30-10-08_1344.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G38z6GIYyTs/SQ9JeM8V2uI/AAAAAAAAAHg/ZQRFPYgw3JE/s400/30-10-08_1344.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264507272638618338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm wearing glasses at the moment cause of an injury on my right eye, which you can't see, but I'm going back to contacts tomorrow. Everybody seems to like my new look; the new hair and the glasses, but I still find myself longing for my old hair and contacts... Here is a pic from some days before I changed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G38z6GIYyTs/SQ9KlbkasRI/AAAAAAAAAHo/YXXJ1OP6UOQ/s1600-h/26-09-08_2038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G38z6GIYyTs/SQ9KlbkasRI/AAAAAAAAAHo/YXXJ1OP6UOQ/s400/26-09-08_2038.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264508496335515922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now that all the small stuff are out of the way; things have been changing lately. My ex really regrets breaking up with me and really wants me back. At first I actually thought "hell no!", but after some time I found out, it's not that bad. In fact, it's not bad at all. I mean, of course, being single has been awesome, and I've honestly enjoyed it as much as I could, and I will miss it now and then. And the single time did change me as a person a little. But I still found myself missing someone special, missing having him around. Just knowing that he is there for me all the time, it's comforting. So I'm back at that now, I'm back with Pingu. And I feel great about it! The time we had together before the breakup was perfect in every way. We are like the ideal couple. And the times that are to come will be as perfect as before with small adjustments. It won't be easy at first, but we'll make it happen, I promise :* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now for the shocker of the post. From the middle of August until now I have only had one sober weekend (in the middle of October)... This weekend was sober as well, and so will some weekends to come... Drinking is officially out of my budget. Of course, this doesn't mean I won't be partying or missing out on the great events, when there are any, and it doesn't mean I'll be sober either. I'm just not paying for it anymore... And that's about it for now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: I almost forgot, I have Golden Virginia &lt;3 Thanks Charlie ^^,  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Title:&lt;/span&gt; Modest Mouse - &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Dramamine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893321616267310069-7725364702001290950?l=sideri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sideri.blogspot.com/feeds/7725364702001290950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7893321616267310069&amp;postID=7725364702001290950&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893321616267310069/posts/default/7725364702001290950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893321616267310069/posts/default/7725364702001290950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sideri.blogspot.com/2008/11/dramamine.html' title='Dramamine'/><author><name>Sideri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13210227281848865132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img489.imageshack.us/img489/7671/picture85hm6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G38z6GIYyTs/SQ9H91gRJzI/AAAAAAAAAHY/qgD7Bwx9WD8/s72-c/28-10-08_0744.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893321616267310069.post-5931480126049034227</id><published>2008-10-23T08:56:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T09:17:38.462+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LittleBigPlanet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RevolutionToday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PS3'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PSN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PES 09'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Playstation 3'/><title type='text'>Automatic Thrill</title><content type='html'>As many of you may have already noticed, I finally got my PS3 yesterday! 80 GB with the new Dualshock 3 controller. It's just plain awesome! So all of yesterday went to updating the system, downloading all the games from the previous PS3 and installing them, getting welcome messages and I had someone special over, so I didn't get to actually play something serious. I tried some demos, like PES 09, Motorstorm 2 and Acrobatic Rocket-Cars or something. Definitely getting PES 09 after the price has dropped a little maybe and the trophy patch has launched. Motorstorm 2 actually let me down a little. I've been looking forward to drive the monster trucks since when I didn't find them in the original Motorstorm. But the handling was awful... Could be the track though, and the fact that it was really late when I played. Must admit that the rocket-cars were awesomely fun, but won't buy the full game. I bought Saints Row 2 as well, but haven't even opened it yet, will get to that first thing today, and then I'll kick some ass online. So if you want in on the action, add me; my PSN is still &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;RevolutionToday&lt;/span&gt;. And here is a list of what games I have at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;In covers:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buzz!: Quiz TV&lt;br /&gt;Civilization Revolution, Sid Meier's&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix&lt;br /&gt;Saints Row 2&lt;br /&gt;Virtua Tennis 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HDD:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blast Factor&lt;br /&gt;Crash Bandicoot (PS1)&lt;br /&gt;Crash Bandicoot: WARPED (PS1)&lt;br /&gt;Crash Bandicoot 2: Cortex Strikes Back (PS1)&lt;br /&gt;Crash Team Racing (PS1)&lt;br /&gt;echochrome&lt;br /&gt;Elefunk&lt;br /&gt;Feel Ski&lt;br /&gt;flOw expansiOn&lt;br /&gt;Gauntlet II&lt;br /&gt;Go! Sports Skydiving&lt;br /&gt;Gran Turismo 5 Prologue&lt;br /&gt;Gripshift&lt;br /&gt;High Velocity Bowling&lt;br /&gt;Linger in Shadows&lt;br /&gt;Loco Roco Cocoreccho!&lt;br /&gt;PAIN&lt;br /&gt;PixelJunk Eden&lt;br /&gt;PixelJunk Monsters&lt;br /&gt;PixelJunk Racers&lt;br /&gt;Ratchet and Clank: Quest for Booty&lt;br /&gt;SIREN: Blood curse&lt;br /&gt;SUPER STARDUST HD&lt;br /&gt;TEKKEN 5 DARK RESURRECTION&lt;br /&gt;TOY HOME&lt;br /&gt;Warhawk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Games getting:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LittleBigPlanet&lt;br /&gt;PES 09&lt;br /&gt;Motorstorm 2&lt;br /&gt;Mirror's Edge&lt;br /&gt;Wipeout HD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in school right now working on a project so I'll have to cut it here. Any games you think I should get, just give me a shout :*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Title:&lt;/span&gt; Gluecifer - &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Automatic Thrill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893321616267310069-5931480126049034227?l=sideri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sideri.blogspot.com/feeds/5931480126049034227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7893321616267310069&amp;postID=5931480126049034227&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893321616267310069/posts/default/5931480126049034227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893321616267310069/posts/default/5931480126049034227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sideri.blogspot.com/2008/10/as-many-of-you-may-have-already-noticed.html' title='Automatic Thrill'/><author><name>Sideri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13210227281848865132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img489.imageshack.us/img489/7671/picture85hm6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893321616267310069.post-5196746103633449582</id><published>2008-10-19T22:32:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T23:18:43.890+02:00</updated><title type='text'>No one on the corner had swag like us</title><content type='html'>Weekend ending now. It's been a fucking great weekend actually, can't complain at all. won't tell you so much more about it, cause you know, what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. Ok, I wasn't in Vegas but you get the picture.&lt;br /&gt;School on Thursday was chill as well. We got to work on our project the whole day. And since I'm doing a site on graffiti I sat down and drew all day. And here is the result: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G38z6GIYyTs/SPudzt9RdjI/AAAAAAAAAHA/bVhkLm8egOQ/s1600-h/Irini009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G38z6GIYyTs/SPudzt9RdjI/AAAAAAAAAHA/bVhkLm8egOQ/s400/Irini009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258970501720667698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Queen graf with the thingy on the "Q" the other way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G38z6GIYyTs/SPueYjFCdsI/AAAAAAAAAHI/gUREYSiwtzg/s1600-h/Irini011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G38z6GIYyTs/SPueYjFCdsI/AAAAAAAAAHI/gUREYSiwtzg/s400/Irini011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258971134455609026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got the hang of skulls so it went a little overboard. R.I.P. stands for Revolution In Progress by the way. I'm not going emo on you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G38z6GIYyTs/SPufXaxg7rI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/6sDHTWUR24I/s1600-h/Irini010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G38z6GIYyTs/SPufXaxg7rI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/6sDHTWUR24I/s400/Irini010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258972214557994674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best work ever! For you who can't see what it says, maybe it's for the best...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like doing grafs like these, and I'm trying to build my skills to get a lot better. For the record, I'm not up in the streets for various reasons. But I hope one day I'll have the skills to able to tag along with legends on legal spots around the world.  &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, can't say I had so much more to say than brief around with my wannabe skills. And as always, my PS3 still isn't in house. But they heard it on Friday and got it sent, finally! I tried Saints Row 2 today, and oh my god, can't wait to get my hands on my own copy! It honestly the funniest game I've played in a while, and online play has to be legendary! I'm off to bed for now though :*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Title:&lt;/span&gt; MIA - &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Paper Planes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893321616267310069-5196746103633449582?l=sideri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sideri.blogspot.com/feeds/5196746103633449582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7893321616267310069&amp;postID=5196746103633449582&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893321616267310069/posts/default/5196746103633449582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893321616267310069/posts/default/5196746103633449582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sideri.blogspot.com/2008/10/no-one-on-corner-had-swag-like-us.html' title='No one on the corner had swag like us'/><author><name>Sideri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13210227281848865132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img489.imageshack.us/img489/7671/picture85hm6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G38z6GIYyTs/SPudzt9RdjI/AAAAAAAAAHA/bVhkLm8egOQ/s72-c/Irini009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893321616267310069.post-3227239046173088103</id><published>2008-10-15T23:50:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T08:48:17.875+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fritt Vilt 2'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haircut'/><title type='text'>Sink Into The Underground</title><content type='html'>Just got home from the cinema. Saw &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Fritt Vilt 2&lt;/span&gt;! A Norwegian movie actually, horror of course. It was average in my opinion, the 1st one was actually better. I'm easily scared as well so I guess I'll have some trouble sleeping tonight, but not much. As long as I'm tired when I go to sleep it'll be morning in no time.&lt;br /&gt;Today something really weird happened at school. After class as I was walking from class to my locker I walked past one of the couches in the hallway. There were two guys from 1st year sitting there and I got eye contact with one of them. It all happened so fast but the guy just almost instantly lights up, I think I've never seen someone that happy before so fast. And then I realized who I was looking at and just kinda lit up as well. I had a crush on him when I was in 5th grade, like 6 1/2 years ago. We actually "went out" for a week or so, I can even remember we kissed. I just thought it was so weird that he actually remembered me, like that fast. It was kinda sweet, and honestly, I would love to see people light up in that exact same way more often...   &lt;br /&gt;I didn't get the time to post pics of my new hair yesterday, so here are some to give you an idea of what I look like now... I'm still not 100% satisfied but I'll get there soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G38z6GIYyTs/SPZpzeoYW9I/AAAAAAAAAGo/y-I7uX8Ac_E/s1600-h/Picture+648.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G38z6GIYyTs/SPZpzeoYW9I/AAAAAAAAAGo/y-I7uX8Ac_E/s320/Picture+648.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257505948118309842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G38z6GIYyTs/SPZqSgz0JyI/AAAAAAAAAGw/V4bhappcYBk/s1600-h/Picture+651.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G38z6GIYyTs/SPZqSgz0JyI/AAAAAAAAAGw/V4bhappcYBk/s320/Picture+651.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257506481279084322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and this weirdo just popped in the picture...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G38z6GIYyTs/SPZq1baVG5I/AAAAAAAAAG4/UT4q1zpJ4VE/s1600-h/Picture+658.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G38z6GIYyTs/SPZq1baVG5I/AAAAAAAAAG4/UT4q1zpJ4VE/s400/Picture+658.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257507081125436306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I'm off to bed, only got a few words; My PS3 still hasn't arrived, if it's not here until Friday a poor guy working at gamezone will hear it! Will post when it comes though with an update on what games I have and all that. I'm really tired so I'm ready for bed now. And for the record, Stingi is hot! Nighty night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Title:&lt;/span&gt; CKY - &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sink Into The Underground  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893321616267310069-3227239046173088103?l=sideri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sideri.blogspot.com/feeds/3227239046173088103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7893321616267310069&amp;postID=3227239046173088103&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893321616267310069/posts/default/3227239046173088103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893321616267310069/posts/default/3227239046173088103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sideri.blogspot.com/2008/10/sink-into-underground.html' title='Sink Into The Underground'/><author><name>Sideri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13210227281848865132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img489.imageshack.us/img489/7671/picture85hm6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G38z6GIYyTs/SPZpzeoYW9I/AAAAAAAAAGo/y-I7uX8Ac_E/s72-c/Picture+648.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893321616267310069.post-8629389367996970295</id><published>2008-10-14T16:57:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T17:34:25.308+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Not Sorry</title><content type='html'>Rumour has it there was a spectacular full moon last night. Unfortunately I didn't get to see it from where I was cause of the pouring rain that's been going on for more than two days now... Then again I heard the real full moon was tonight, so I promise I'll get a nice look at it if the clouds go away. Other than that my mood is average today. Got a reply to my complaint to Gamezone.no, since I haven't got my PS3 yet, and they said they would ship it of today. Not sure if I believe them since they said the same thing on Friday. And to think I ordered it last Monday... Guess you just stop caring after waiting in excitement for so long. I mean, I'll get it anyway, right? Besides, I can have fun without the Ps3, for now at least. Gotta admit I had a blast last night, despite the sad call that will have me twisting my brain in confusion and despair the time to come. &lt;br /&gt;I got a new haircut yesterday too. My mum is really good with the scissors, and also free. It turned out OK for now. Will probably end up loving it. Although I do miss my old hair, so long and beautiful! But like my mum said, it'll grow back. Don't have any pictures for you right now, but will add some later, after I hit the showers and I'll try to do something cool with it. Obviously my mum is back from Greece. It's really good to have her back, I really missed her while she was away! So today is 14th of October, right? Well, in the stores it's almost Christmas. I bought a box of ginger snap yesterday, and oh my God they are delicious! And after school today I hung out with Magnus who waits for about 40 mins for the bus every day after school... And of course we bought Julebrus which is the official Christmas soda over here and it's only sold around Christmas time. So yeah, officially, it's Christmas time!! Nonsense... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Title:&lt;/span&gt; The Pigeon Detectives - &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I'm Not Sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893321616267310069-8629389367996970295?l=sideri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sideri.blogspot.com/feeds/8629389367996970295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7893321616267310069&amp;postID=8629389367996970295&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893321616267310069/posts/default/8629389367996970295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893321616267310069/posts/default/8629389367996970295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sideri.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-not-sorry.html' title='I&apos;m Not Sorry'/><author><name>Sideri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13210227281848865132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img489.imageshack.us/img489/7671/picture85hm6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893321616267310069.post-7334148545578467087</id><published>2008-10-08T11:52:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T12:21:34.556+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cause it's easy when you know how it's done</title><content type='html'>I’ve been home since Monday now, but haven’t been in the mood to blog at all. I’ve been tired out from ZarGate, but think I’m doing alright now. I’m visiting a good friend of mine today, whom I haven’t seen in a long time. He lives about 1 hour away from here, so I’ll be sleeping over so we can spend lots of time together. Rumour has it he is taking me to the local gym. I’ve never been to a gym before and actually exercised, so it’ll be a starter. Other than that I’m really happy right now. I’ve got the best mom in the world, she actually bought me an 80GB PS3, and it’s on its way right now! It’s brand new, cost me only 3.700 NOK and with it follows the new Dual Shock 3 controller! Can’t wait to try it out! And my mom is coming home on Sunday, will be really good to see her again and tell her all the fun stuff I’ve been doing. Don’t have so much more to say I guess... Except, my PSN is RevolutionToday and you people better start commenting! Oh, and pictures from ZarGate aren’t up yet…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893321616267310069-7334148545578467087?l=sideri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sideri.blogspot.com/feeds/7334148545578467087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7893321616267310069&amp;postID=7334148545578467087&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893321616267310069/posts/default/7334148545578467087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893321616267310069/posts/default/7334148545578467087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sideri.blogspot.com/2008/10/cause-its-easy-when-you-know-how-its.html' title='Cause it&apos;s easy when you know how it&apos;s done'/><author><name>Sideri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13210227281848865132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img489.imageshack.us/img489/7671/picture85hm6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893321616267310069.post-1231737939874943879</id><published>2008-10-06T08:45:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T09:03:16.896+02:00</updated><title type='text'>ZarGate 63h of 72h completed</title><content type='html'>Not sure if I did the maths right on the title, but it's something like that. Atleast 9 hours to go until the doors close. I don't have much to say really, so I'll show you two pics that explain a lot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G38z6GIYyTs/SOm3QcJkTXI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/YenntbwqeyM/s1600-h/battery-promo.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G38z6GIYyTs/SOm3QcJkTXI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/YenntbwqeyM/s400/battery-promo.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253931933366504818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G38z6GIYyTs/SOm3uSpHKQI/AAAAAAAAAGg/QOj3rZsdueQ/s1600-h/06-10-08_0857.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G38z6GIYyTs/SOm3uSpHKQI/AAAAAAAAAGg/QOj3rZsdueQ/s400/06-10-08_0857.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253932446210533634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Techno has been my soundtrack the past 63 hours, and I survived! I'm actually dancing to the damn music aswell now, cause of lack of sleep...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893321616267310069-1231737939874943879?l=sideri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sideri.blogspot.com/feeds/1231737939874943879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7893321616267310069&amp;postID=1231737939874943879&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893321616267310069/posts/default/1231737939874943879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893321616267310069/posts/default/1231737939874943879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sideri.blogspot.com/2008/10/zargate-63h-of-72h-completed.html' title='ZarGate 63h of 72h completed'/><author><name>Sideri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13210227281848865132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img489.imageshack.us/img489/7671/picture85hm6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G38z6GIYyTs/SOm3QcJkTXI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/YenntbwqeyM/s72-c/battery-promo.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893321616267310069.post-4125957745472872380</id><published>2008-10-04T10:27:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T10:27:50.821+02:00</updated><title type='text'>ZarGate</title><content type='html'>Reporting live from ZarGate! For those who don’t know what ZarGate is, it’s this “huge” LAN arranged twice a year on the other side of the fjord from where I live. There are about 335 people gathered in a small inside court with lots of PCs. I’m here with six good classmates and an old friend of mine, all of them guys of course. I’ve been here for about 14 ½ hours now, only slept 1 ½ of those, so you can imagine the state I’m in right now, considering I’m a sleepoholic. I bought a game card for WoW, 60 days worth, what a waste… I’m not in the mood to play at all! Hope I’ll lighten up cause it cost me 300 kr... Sadly… I have no idea what I’m listening to right now, techno of course over the sound system they have set up here. I’m currently waiting for about 4 games to install, so I took the time to inform people what I’m up to. I’m going back to my house at about 6 pm to get ready for a party actually. Don’t really think it’ll go any good considering I haven’t gotten any proper sleep since Thursday night and proper food since Friday afternoon… So tonight can get pretty interesting I guess. And then again tomorrow I’ll be coming back here and staying until Monday. Thank God we have holidays now so I can sleep as much as I want this week. &lt;br /&gt;So, I’ve been thinking lately, was talking to this friend of mine too yesterday about this; I’m still not totally used to not having a boyfriend, it’s weird really. I guess it all just happened so fast that I didn’t actually think “Oh yeah, that’s right, I don’t have a boyfriend” It’s not like I miss it or anything. Well of course, this tiny wee bit part off me misses just having someone there at all times, but the rest of me is like “Go girl, just do it!”. And I think it’s just that I miss my mom so much. Talked to her today, she hasn’t heard anything more from the lawyer about the divorce case, and she was really happy for me that I went out and did something fun like ZarGate. She’ll be back in 8 days, and it’ll be really good to see her again. I’m really a mama’s girl, honestly. Although she might kill me when she comes home, cause I’ve spent too much money while she’s been gone… Anyway, I think I’ll go get some food now… I’ll post some pics from ZarGate when they are out on their site, didn’t take any myself. And I know for a fact there is one where I’m sleeping, you can’t miss than one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893321616267310069-4125957745472872380?l=sideri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sideri.blogspot.com/feeds/4125957745472872380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7893321616267310069&amp;postID=4125957745472872380&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893321616267310069/posts/default/4125957745472872380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893321616267310069/posts/default/4125957745472872380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sideri.blogspot.com/2008/10/zargate.html' title='ZarGate'/><author><name>Sideri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13210227281848865132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img489.imageshack.us/img489/7671/picture85hm6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893321616267310069.post-2609000027564702473</id><published>2008-09-28T16:12:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T16:21:48.676+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Photobooth</title><content type='html'>Woke up this morning at about 9 am and found out my voice was almost gone, so I’m going to my doctor tomorrow to get an appointment so I can get a tonsillectomy cause I’ve been having too much trouble with my tonsils since I was a kid actually. Despite my soar throat I’ve been having a blast lately! Hanging out with all these weird people also known as my friends, it’s just been awesome. I’ve even started hanging out with people I haven’t seen for ages. Only one I’m not seeing much to lately is my mom. She’s been in Greece for a week now and I really miss her! She’s going to court with dad on Wednesday and she’s not coming back until the 12th of October. But I can’t complain though, she left me lots of money to spend on myself! Speaking of, I bought the cutest sweater the other day, I’m totally in love with it! And the same day I found my webcam which I haven’t seen around for a long time. So while I was waiting for a friend to come over, the little 14 year old in me came back to life…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G38z6GIYyTs/SN-SMcFu6kI/AAAAAAAAAFw/wpfbS4iXhQ4/s1600-h/Picture+627.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G38z6GIYyTs/SN-SMcFu6kI/AAAAAAAAAFw/wpfbS4iXhQ4/s400/Picture+627.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251076432933612098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G38z6GIYyTs/SN-ShrploXI/AAAAAAAAAF4/ASeFNxPHDf8/s1600-h/Picture+641.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G38z6GIYyTs/SN-ShrploXI/AAAAAAAAAF4/ASeFNxPHDf8/s400/Picture+641.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251076797887783282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G38z6GIYyTs/SN-Sq9EgS8I/AAAAAAAAAGA/pab4s7Hkqa0/s1600-h/Picture+634.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G38z6GIYyTs/SN-Sq9EgS8I/AAAAAAAAAGA/pab4s7Hkqa0/s400/Picture+634.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251076957182905282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G38z6GIYyTs/SN-S41q8flI/AAAAAAAAAGI/LXTBHJ5fHnI/s1600-h/Picture+630.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G38z6GIYyTs/SN-S41q8flI/AAAAAAAAAGI/LXTBHJ5fHnI/s400/Picture+630.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251077195714821714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really can’t wait to move to London now. It’s going to be great, although I’m afraid I won’t do so good in school. I’m already kinda sick of school over here, but the only thing keeping me in school is that I can’t stand working. Off course it’s awesome thinking of all the money you earn, but still, school beats job in my world, for now at least. Part time jobs aren’t that bad, but still… Anyway, I’m suspecting I’ll get my own handsome stalker once I set my foot on British ground, isn’t that right Si? I think I’m going to learn a lot while staying in London, meet many exciting people, do new stuff and just enjoy life. But, I got to admit, the fact that I’m going there all alone scares the crap out of me. In the same time I want to go alone, start over maybe. It’ll be fun. Interesting.&lt;br /&gt;   The weather over here the past days has been awesome, the real kind of indoors weather! Like really stormy, makes it really cosy inside. Oh, and today I’m not listening to a particular song, cause with all these different stuff going on lately, one single song is going to drive me crazy, besides, I haven’t had an update on myself in a while. It was about time! And word of advice before I say goodbye for now; There is honestly nothing good sex can’t fix, remember that ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893321616267310069-2609000027564702473?l=sideri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sideri.blogspot.com/feeds/2609000027564702473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7893321616267310069&amp;postID=2609000027564702473&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893321616267310069/posts/default/2609000027564702473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893321616267310069/posts/default/2609000027564702473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sideri.blogspot.com/2008/09/photobooth.html' title='Photobooth'/><author><name>Sideri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13210227281848865132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img489.imageshack.us/img489/7671/picture85hm6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G38z6GIYyTs/SN-SMcFu6kI/AAAAAAAAAFw/wpfbS4iXhQ4/s72-c/Picture+627.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893321616267310069.post-3033022536149399135</id><published>2008-09-16T15:21:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T15:24:07.681+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Flag</title><content type='html'>I just got home about an hour ago. My school went hiking today up in the mountains. It was a nice trip but it’s good to be home and just relax. Pingu moved out on Friday and things have been different around the apartment, both good and bad, but I’m starting to establish. I went and bought myself a new lamp for the bedroom yesterday so I can read some before I fall asleep. And I got an alarm clock so I get up again! Anyway, today’s song is by &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Billy Talent&lt;/span&gt;; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Red Flag&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Build a ladder if there’s a wall, &lt;br /&gt;Don’t be afraid to slip and fall, &lt;br /&gt;Speak for yourself, or they’ll speak for you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the challenge! That’s what life is all about. Trying and failing. That’s the way to get street smart in my way of thinking. If you are too afraid to fail it’s just not worth it. Since I was a little child my mom always let me take my own decisions. Not the very important ones obviously but the little things that still meant something. I grew up in Greece where most parents are overprotective against their children. A Greek parent won’t let you play in the dirt, pick stuff up from the ground or even let you step out when it’s raining cause they are always so afraid that you’ll catch a cold or get any kind of bacteria on you. I was the only kid in my entire school who hang outside while it was raining. One time my teacher chased me inside for some reason. I always got to do stuff I wanted to do and when that didn’t go my way I learned a lesson. I once brought a “friend” home, he tried to steal all my stuff but got caught red handed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Challenges are gifts that force us to search for a new center of gravity. Don't fight them. Just find a different way to stand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    - Oprah Winfrey (1954 - ), O Magazine, October 2002&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This obviously wasn’t my day for blogging, but I’ll make another try tomorrow or something. I’m to over &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;100 &lt;/span&gt;unique visitors now so I’ll have to do something to keep them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893321616267310069-3033022536149399135?l=sideri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sideri.blogspot.com/feeds/3033022536149399135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7893321616267310069&amp;postID=3033022536149399135&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893321616267310069/posts/default/3033022536149399135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893321616267310069/posts/default/3033022536149399135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sideri.blogspot.com/2008/09/red-flag.html' title='Red Flag'/><author><name>Sideri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13210227281848865132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img489.imageshack.us/img489/7671/picture85hm6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893321616267310069.post-5740361226063737429</id><published>2008-09-15T11:05:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T11:07:08.204+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugly</title><content type='html'>So now I’m in school and having a really boring class. So I borrowed Vilde’s earplugs and put on a random song from my favourite playlist! &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Maria Mena&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ugly&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;People changing me &lt;br /&gt;telling me what to think and who to be. &lt;br /&gt;No wonder why we're confused... &lt;br /&gt;are you me?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This part of the lyrics is so true about the times we live in right now. Everybody change according to what is inn right now. And I’m not only talking about fashion, but also the social part of us. We follow the stream, either we want to or not. Some might try to resist the mainstream part of life, but those people are today’s outcasts, the loners and goners. Well, not loners maybe, cause there will always be a group of people trying not be mainstream, but isn’t that kind of mainstream as well? Those who decide what’s inn or not are the cultural elites, most of them fashion designers, others are artists, both visually and audibly. Those are the people who most influence on our lives. What they do is cool, and when they find another thing, the old stuff are not cool and if you simply are into that thing and don’t want to let go, you get judged! Everywhere you go you’ll get judged. If you are mainstream you get judged by the ones who are not mainstream and visa versa. The only ones who survive in this urban world are the ones who don’t care about the judgmental states of mind and rather appreciate the real values of life. There are few left, although there are many of the mainstreams pretending they don’t care. Lately I’ve noticed more and more are coming to their senses and thinking more about how they themselves want to be and not the masses.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The great masses of the people... will more easily fall victims to a great lie than to a small one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    - Adolf Hitler (1889 - 1945)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893321616267310069-5740361226063737429?l=sideri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sideri.blogspot.com/feeds/5740361226063737429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7893321616267310069&amp;postID=5740361226063737429&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893321616267310069/posts/default/5740361226063737429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893321616267310069/posts/default/5740361226063737429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sideri.blogspot.com/2008/09/so-now-im-in-school-and-having-really.html' title='Ugly'/><author><name>Sideri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13210227281848865132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img489.imageshack.us/img489/7671/picture85hm6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893321616267310069.post-6830925089574703884</id><published>2008-08-18T10:07:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T10:09:11.237+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>I may not know my music, but I sure as hell enjoy it. Most people I know, they know their music in the weird way. They know everything about the artist, about all the band members, they know which song they topped the list with 10 years ago and they know the music clips in and out. I on the other hand, focus entirely on the songs. Many might say I have odd taste in music. I listen to the calm songs, where you can actually listen to the lyrics cause the actual music isn’t too loud or the singer isn’t screaming on the top of his lungs. I sometimes listen to that kind of music too, but that’s the kind of music you share with others. My music is all about the lyrics. So that’s what I’ll be doing in my blog now. I found out that I had nothing to write about out what so ever, so why not turn it into a music blog? Basicly what I’ll be doing is put my music player on random, pick the first song, listen to it a couple of times. Then I’ll find the right lyrics to it, cause I never get them right… Then I listen to it a couple of times with the right lyrics and pick out my favourite part of the song, post it and write a little something about it. Also I’ll be trying to add a player to either the post or the sidebar so you can listen to the song. And of course, this won’t be an exclusive music blog, there will frequently be updates on how I’m doing and what I’m up to. So, for the opening of the music part of my blog I’ll be listening to &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Linkin Park&lt;/span&gt; – &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Valentine’s Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;so now you're gone &lt;br /&gt;and I was wrong &lt;br /&gt;I never knew what it was like &lt;br /&gt;to be alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I guess this is what everyone is talking about; “You don’t know what you’ve got until you lose it!” I believe in this, cause too many people fall in the trap. You have this awesome relationship with the most wonderful person. Everything is perfect and there is nothing that can ruin it now, until one little thing goes wrong. Your feelings drastically take a sharp U-turn and you think “I don’t need you, I’m better off by myself” Then it all comes to an end. That’s when you realize what a jerk you have been, giving up on the person that means the most to you. Nothing is the same anymore and it all seems hopeless and there is nothing you can do to feel better. That’s when you know what true love feels like. Of course, this doesn’t happen to everyone. We have the people who move on with their lives, not sticking to one person, mentally and physically speaking. Those are the people who enjoy freedom over love. And then we have the kind who love what hey are doing;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I love Mickey Mouse more than any woman I've ever known. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    -Walt Disney (1901 - 1966)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893321616267310069-6830925089574703884?l=sideri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sideri.blogspot.com/feeds/6830925089574703884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7893321616267310069&amp;postID=6830925089574703884&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893321616267310069/posts/default/6830925089574703884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893321616267310069/posts/default/6830925089574703884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sideri.blogspot.com/2008/08/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>Sideri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13210227281848865132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img489.imageshack.us/img489/7671/picture85hm6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893321616267310069.post-7196841991581963102</id><published>2008-08-12T02:47:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T02:58:49.322+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Jane's Addiction</title><content type='html'>Yes, da var klokken 3! Får ikke sove what so ever. Fant ut at det ikke var så artig å daffe rundt i senga, så jeg lot min kjære ligge der å snorke for seg selv. Ganske fornøyd trasket jeg ut i den lille stuen vår og satte på musikk fra Getting Up, fant fram tegnesakene og satte i gang! Fikk ikke gjort så veldig mye bra akkurat, men litt ble det da.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G38z6GIYyTs/SKDgH7yklZI/AAAAAAAAAEA/eZFFV1cg0Vw/s1600-h/12-08-08_0241+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G38z6GIYyTs/SKDgH7yklZI/AAAAAAAAAEA/eZFFV1cg0Vw/s400/12-08-08_0241+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233429193918027154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G38z6GIYyTs/SKDgCRJFmVI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Hh2gAif7nEI/s1600-h/12-08-08_0242.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G38z6GIYyTs/SKDgCRJFmVI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Hh2gAif7nEI/s400/12-08-08_0242.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233429096570394962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G38z6GIYyTs/SKDf7rsv4eI/AAAAAAAAADw/KgdhQBK-Kts/s1600-h/12-08-08_0243.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G38z6GIYyTs/SKDf7rsv4eI/AAAAAAAAADw/KgdhQBK-Kts/s400/12-08-08_0243.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233428983440204258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fant også en gammel post fra et forum jeg har vært aktiv på i snart 4 år nå. Følte for å dele med dere få som kanskje faktisk leser dette. Tråden het forresten ”What are your biggest achievements?” .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my biggest achievements have been:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a 13 year old I, by myself without the influence of anyone, chose to move from glorious Greece to cold Norway to get a proper education. I took my mom with me and left my dad behind. Even though I knew it would break his heart I just had to care more about my future. My parents where already divorced anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a 15 year old I had sex for the first time and never felt happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last summer (2007) my cousin who is 9 years older than me confessed that he looked up to me cause I've been having family problems since I was 3 and have always manage to deal with it the right way and I've always been more reasonable than my parents. And I'm still sane after everything I've been through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last December (2007) I took the first big step in my first serious long term relationship by moving in with my boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my #1 biggest achievement is that I am the only kid my age who has a mom that trusts me 100% when it comes to everything, and actually she knows every little thing I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not much, but I'm proud of the person I am, and I'm going to do my best so I can say the same on my deathbed.&lt;br /&gt;Even though I'm proud of myself I still have done many things i'm not proud of at all, but what is done is done, and if there are stuff I can make good again I always do my best to fix them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what are your biggest achievements?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893321616267310069-7196841991581963102?l=sideri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sideri.blogspot.com/feeds/7196841991581963102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7893321616267310069&amp;postID=7196841991581963102&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893321616267310069/posts/default/7196841991581963102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893321616267310069/posts/default/7196841991581963102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sideri.blogspot.com/2008/08/janes-addiction.html' title='Jane&apos;s Addiction'/><author><name>Sideri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13210227281848865132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img489.imageshack.us/img489/7671/picture85hm6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G38z6GIYyTs/SKDgH7yklZI/AAAAAAAAAEA/eZFFV1cg0Vw/s72-c/12-08-08_0241+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893321616267310069.post-7657048376577865020</id><published>2008-08-11T12:50:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T12:52:53.827+02:00</updated><title type='text'>London calling</title><content type='html'>Hoho, mandag morgen og alt er herlig. Sitter å hører på musikk å ser på Tennis, Nadal mot random. Var i Eidsbygda i helgen, skulle egentlig være der helt til i dag men stakk av fra kjæresten min jeg. Tilbrakte gårsdagen sammen med min kjære mamma som jeg er så veldig glad i! Begynte med å spille kort helt til vi kom til diskusjonen om OL åpningen. Hun var så lettet over å høre at hun ikke var den ensete som syntes det var så kjedelig å se på. Jeg ble kjempeskuffet over åpningen i år. Jeg hadde ventet på dette siden 2004. Jeg hadde ventet meg at det var mange drager og flotte fyrverkerier og masse tøft. Drager var det ikke der, men fyrverkeri var det, MYE fyrverkeri. Alt for mye faktisk, og det var ikke noe spesielt med dem heller. Unntatt på starten når fyrverkeriene dannet fotspor da, men det var liksom alt. Synes ikke den fortjener å få ”prisen” som beste OL åpning hittil. De sier at London har mye å leve opp til i 2012, men jeg tror alt kan være bedre enn det kineserne har gjort. Også begynte jeg og mamma å snakke om London, og når jeg nevnte skolen jeg ville gå på så lo hun. Så sa jeg ”Ja den har du selvfølgelig hørt om” (mamma bodde i London fra hun var 18 til hun ble 20 eller noe), jeg regnet med at hun kanskje hadde gått der eller noe, men neida, hun slipper denne bomben ”Ja det er jo der alle de store har gått!”. ”Faen” tenkte jeg, jeg kommer aldri inn der da… Så fant vi ut at som 18årsgave skal jeg og mamma på tur til London! Hun skal vise meg hvor hun bodde, også skal vi besøke RCA og hadde kjempe koselig! Har stortroa på London nå jeg, føler at jeg kommer til å like meg veldig godt der.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gleder meg forresten til skolen begynner, ja faktisk!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893321616267310069-7657048376577865020?l=sideri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sideri.blogspot.com/feeds/7657048376577865020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7893321616267310069&amp;postID=7657048376577865020&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893321616267310069/posts/default/7657048376577865020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893321616267310069/posts/default/7657048376577865020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sideri.blogspot.com/2008/08/london-calling.html' title='London calling'/><author><name>Sideri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13210227281848865132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img489.imageshack.us/img489/7671/picture85hm6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893321616267310069.post-8337558718033279962</id><published>2008-08-07T15:33:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T15:38:46.653+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Still here!</title><content type='html'>Haha, nesten et halvt år etter og jeg er fortsatt her! Jeg må ærlig innrømme at den lille stemmen som pleide å minne meg på at jeg hadde blogg har flyttet ut for lenge siden. Jeg regnet med at den ikke kom tilbake før skolestart, men neida… Kjæresten min laget seg sin egen blogg i går! Også spurte han meg hvorfor jeg ikke blogget mer, jeg har jo ingenting bedre å gjøre på. Akkurat! Sommerferien min er ikke slutt før om to uker og jeg er latere enn jeg noen gang har vært. Jeg orker rett og slett ikke gjøre noe som helst fornuftig. Denne uken har jeg stått opp etter klokken 1 hver eneste dag. For noen år siden hadde dette vært unormalt med tanke på at jeg sto opp etter klokken 4 på dagen! Også sitter jeg her da og hører på &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Badly Drawn Boy&lt;/span&gt; – &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Shining&lt;/span&gt;, det gjør ikke saken så mye bedre, sikkert en av de tregeste sangene jeg har. Anyways, har fått gjort et par fornuftige ting denne uken da. På tirsdag spilte jeg kort med mamma, tapte 4-1, men fortsatt like koselig. I går søkte jeg litt rundt på skoler i London. Jeg har nemlig fått det inni hodet mitt at dit skal jeg flytte om 2 år og der skal jeg studere arkitektur. Enten blir det en kjempesuksess eller så går det rett til helvete! Fant vertfall en kjempe fin skole, &lt;a href="http://www.rca.ac.uk/index.html"&gt;Royal College of Art&lt;/a&gt;! tror faktisk det er en bra skole og, ikke helt sikker her da men. Håper på en helgetur til London neste år så får jeg sett meg litt rundt. I dag har jeg faktisk fått last.fm tilbake på laptopen min, har ikke hatt det siden mars. Jeg har også oppdatert bakgrunnen på bloggen som for litt siden hadde snø… Men, nå gidder jeg ikke mer, kjæresten min kommer hjem om 2 timer. Kanskje på tide og stå ordentlig opp. Satser på litt blogging nå og da i fremtiden, og btw, Svein Storbakk googler seg selv!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893321616267310069-8337558718033279962?l=sideri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sideri.blogspot.com/feeds/8337558718033279962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7893321616267310069&amp;postID=8337558718033279962&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893321616267310069/posts/default/8337558718033279962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893321616267310069/posts/default/8337558718033279962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sideri.blogspot.com/2008/08/still-here.html' title='Still here!'/><author><name>Sideri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13210227281848865132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img489.imageshack.us/img489/7671/picture85hm6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893321616267310069.post-6826570821239383341</id><published>2008-02-27T13:06:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T08:24:54.695+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Borte!?</title><content type='html'>Huff og huff, nå er det altfor lenge siden jeg har skrevet noe som helst her... Til og med min tøffe bakgrunn er borte. Det er vel ikke så mye å skrive her fra min side, men jeg kan vertfall bekrefte at jeg er frustrert! (Sett inn sensurert setning her) Dette suger. 5 min til timen og jeg har 24% igjen av batteriet mitt, det er en stikk kontakt bak meg men jeg daffer i dag. Det gjor jeg forresten i går og. Og dagen før der igjen var det helg så det sier seg selv. Tror jeg daffer i morgen og jeg :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893321616267310069-6826570821239383341?l=sideri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sideri.blogspot.com/feeds/6826570821239383341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7893321616267310069&amp;postID=6826570821239383341&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893321616267310069/posts/default/6826570821239383341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893321616267310069/posts/default/6826570821239383341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sideri.blogspot.com/2008/02/borte.html' title='Borte!?'/><author><name>Sideri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13210227281848865132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img489.imageshack.us/img489/7671/picture85hm6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893321616267310069.post-3485430988804850158</id><published>2007-12-14T08:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T09:05:55.445+01:00</updated><title type='text'>All fototeori er feil! Untatt Svein Storbakk sin!</title><content type='html'>Da var den siste fredagen før jul (på skolen) kommet der vi skal levere inn ALT vi har hatt om fototeori dette halvåret. Vi har hatt om generell fototeori, uttrykkshistorie, denotasjon og konnotasjon, RGB og CMYK, sannhet og virkelighet, komposisjon, varme og kalde farger, sjangere og til slutt skulle vi ta 5 bilder med temaet: tid, stress, ensomhet, kjærlighet og mat. Fikk skryt for bildene mine så er ganske stolt, legger de ut her jeg. Modeller er forresten Pingu jr. og Bamse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ensomhet:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_G38z6GIYyTs/R2I1mH0FZcI/AAAAAAAAACk/OslotQHrwc0/s1600-h/Ensomhet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_G38z6GIYyTs/R2I1mH0FZcI/AAAAAAAAACk/OslotQHrwc0/s400/Ensomhet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143732653459334594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;På dette bildet ser vi en kosebamse(Pingu jr.) som er helt for seg som ingen er glad i. Dette kalles ensomhet, og i denne sammenhengen så er det en negativt ladd situasjon. Fr det e også noen som er glad når de er ensomme. Bildet har mørke farger, nesten svart hvit, for å sette trykk på at det er negativ ladd. Det er satt litt farge rundt bamsen for å vise at det fortsatt er ”liv” i han selv om han er ensom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kjærlighet:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_G38z6GIYyTs/R2I2MH0FZdI/AAAAAAAAACs/qsLa7aLimSo/s1600-h/Kj%C3%A6rlighet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_G38z6GIYyTs/R2I2MH0FZdI/AAAAAAAAACs/qsLa7aLimSo/s400/Kj%C3%A6rlighet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143733306294363602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Det er to bamser på dette bildet. Kjærlighet er ofte knyttet til to personer eller flere. Når man har noen andre og ikke er alene så er man glad, og når man er glad føler man kjærlighet. Det er sterke farger i dette bildet som fører til at man føler seg litt glad når man ser på det.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mat:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_G38z6GIYyTs/R2I2oX0FZeI/AAAAAAAAAC0/AkRVNQzoICw/s1600-h/Mat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_G38z6GIYyTs/R2I2oX0FZeI/AAAAAAAAAC0/AkRVNQzoICw/s400/Mat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143733791625668066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mat er godt, derfor ser vi en halvspist kjeks på dette bildet. Det er ingen sjokolade kjeks men en veldig sunn og næringsrik kjeks. Fatet står i kontrast med kjøkkenbenken av aluminium, som her ser svart ut. Kjeksen ser veldig fristende ut der den ligger for seg selv på et fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stress:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_G38z6GIYyTs/R2I2-X0FZfI/AAAAAAAAAC8/BXV4fYxIRdA/s1600-h/Stress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_G38z6GIYyTs/R2I2-X0FZfI/AAAAAAAAAC8/BXV4fYxIRdA/s400/Stress.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143734169582790130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Det er stress å lage mat for første gang, derfor har jeg tatt bilde av kokeplater. Kokeplatene står i kontrast med overflaten av ovnen som gir en behagelig følelse for de som er vandt til å lage mat. De som er litt usikre på seg selv når det gjelder matlaging blir stresset eller frustrert av å se på dette bildet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tid:&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_G38z6GIYyTs/R2I3c30FZgI/AAAAAAAAADE/V1pEWoponaE/s1600-h/Tid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_G38z6GIYyTs/R2I3c30FZgI/AAAAAAAAADE/V1pEWoponaE/s400/Tid.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143734693568800258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Dette bildet er et klassisk solnedgangsbilde tenker du, men nei da, det er det ikke. For uansett når i tiden du ser på himmelen så vil den aldri være identisk. Himmelen har annerledes farger, annet antall skyer og forskjellige fugler og flyer, alt kommer ann på når du ser på himmelen; tid.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893321616267310069-3485430988804850158?l=sideri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sideri.blogspot.com/feeds/3485430988804850158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7893321616267310069&amp;postID=3485430988804850158&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893321616267310069/posts/default/3485430988804850158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893321616267310069/posts/default/3485430988804850158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sideri.blogspot.com/2007/12/all-fototeori-er-feil-untatt-svein.html' title='All fototeori er feil! Untatt Svein Storbakk sin!'/><author><name>Sideri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13210227281848865132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img489.imageshack.us/img489/7671/picture85hm6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_G38z6GIYyTs/R2I1mH0FZcI/AAAAAAAAACk/OslotQHrwc0/s72-c/Ensomhet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893321616267310069.post-5299854327308004019</id><published>2007-11-30T12:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T12:23:54.427+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Neste blogg&gt;&gt;</title><content type='html'>Jeg er herligste bloggeren da! Har ikke skrevet innlegg på en uke og likevel har jeg ingenting fornuftig å skrive om. Sitter hjemme å har termin prøve i media design as we speak. Hører på &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jane Said&lt;/span&gt; av &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jane's Addiction&lt;/span&gt; og sitter å gjør alt annet enn det jeg skal. Satt å leste &lt;a href="http://stierbumsenscheisse.com/"&gt;stierbumsenscheisse.com&lt;/a&gt; en stund, flinke de folka. Var ferdig å lese og tenkte å prøve "neste blogg" knappen øverst på siden. Har du fritidsproblemer er dette knappen for deg. Fant alt fra japansk kjendis side til Kentucky sex offenders side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Desember i morgen. Noen år tilbake hadde jeg vært helt vill etter å åpne julekalenderen i morgen tidlig. I år ble det ikke noe julekalender på meg. De i butikken er altfor dyre (ja, har faktisk så smått begynt å ikke sløse bort penger) og gidder ikke lage selv eller få mamma til å gjøre det. Håper det er noen artige julekalendere på nett da (tar gjerne imot tips).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Må forresten tilbake til terminprøven min. Vi har strenge lærere på Media...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, fant et julebilde fra i fjord:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_G38z6GIYyTs/R0_yHVU1jFI/AAAAAAAAACc/YkSNP5edJt0/s1600-R/santa.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_G38z6GIYyTs/R0_yHVU1jFI/AAAAAAAAACc/yh2FFu5XbaQ/s400/santa.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138591907650571346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893321616267310069-5299854327308004019?l=sideri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sideri.blogspot.com/feeds/5299854327308004019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7893321616267310069&amp;postID=5299854327308004019&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893321616267310069/posts/default/5299854327308004019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893321616267310069/posts/default/5299854327308004019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sideri.blogspot.com/2007/11/neste-blogg.html' title='Neste blogg&gt;&gt;'/><author><name>Sideri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13210227281848865132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img489.imageshack.us/img489/7671/picture85hm6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_G38z6GIYyTs/R0_yHVU1jFI/AAAAAAAAACc/yh2FFu5XbaQ/s72-c/santa.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893321616267310069.post-8495680221005603312</id><published>2007-11-22T08:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T10:22:52.227+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream come true</title><content type='html'>Helt siden jeg var 4 og storesøster hadde med seg hotte gutter hjem visste jeg at jeg skulle finne meg en skikkelig kjekk fyr som jeg ville elske for alltid. Hvem dette skulle være hadde jeg ikke peiling på, men fikk noen biler i hodet etterhvert. I starten så var det typene til søsteren min som var de store kjekkasene. Etterhvert som jeg begynte å forelske meg i folk på min egen alder og jeg begynte å se på romantiske filmer fant jeg fort hvem jeg skulle ha. I 1. klasse var det nabogutten som var minst 4 år eldre. Etterhvert fant jeg ut det var sånne gutter som jeg ikke ville få. Gjennom hele barneskolen så jeg etter den perfekte kjæreste for meg. Da jeg fikk mitt ordentlige kyss i 5. klasse begynte jeg å tenke seriøst over hva jeg ville ha i en kjæreste, det første jeg kom fram til var at han skulle være flink til å kysse og jeg hadde fortsatt ikke funnet den perfekte. Sommeren etter fikk jeg mitt første tunge kyss... Var ikke helt fornøyd med den. Det var den tiden jeg var en av gutta men hadde funnet ut at kanskje jeg skulle begynne å bli ordentlig jente snart, og dette gjorde jeg med sakte steg. Noen av gutta i gjenge merket dette og jeg fant fort ut ikke alle var like elendig å kysse som mine to forrige. Etter det gikk kjærl&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_G38z6GIYyTs/R0VKRFU1jEI/AAAAAAAAACU/zcWt_B7uBPI/s1600-h/heart.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_G38z6GIYyTs/R0VKRFU1jEI/AAAAAAAAACU/zcWt_B7uBPI/s400/heart.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135592607433722946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ighets livet mitt ned. Jeg begynte på ungdomsskolen i Hellas der de eldste på skolen var minst 18, som 12 åring trodde jeg fortsatt at alt kjærestepar var å kysse. Gutta der var ute etter sex og det var noe jeg verken kunne eller ville gi dem. Det endte opp med at jeg var avstandforelsket i en jevnaldrende gutt i 2 år.&lt;br /&gt;  Etter at videosjappa åpnet der jeg bodde i Hellas når jeg var 11 ble jeg introdusert til den frie filmverden (der du kan velge selv hvilken film du skal se og ikke er avhengig av hva som går på TV). Jeg og bestevenninnen min satt oppe flere netter på rad med mye filmer. Det gikk mest i  romantiske komedier siden det var det som interesserte oss mest. Det var uendelige filmer som vi ønsket det var oss istedenfor Julia Roberts eller andre kjente kvinnelige skuespillere som jeg ikke kommer på nå. Det er to filmer med drømmemenn jeg husker best; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Coyote Ugly&lt;/span&gt; og &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;About A Boy&lt;/span&gt;(!). I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Coyote Ugly&lt;/span&gt; har vi den søte &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Adam Garcia&lt;/span&gt; som spiller Kevin. Han er romantisk på ganske mange rare måter. Han sjarmerer ikke med penger eller eksklusive middager og alt det. Han gjør det så enkelt som at han spiser en enkel frokost med Violet på panseret på bilen sin, solen er på vei opp og de har en fin utsikt over New York. Dette ville fått en vær kvinne til å smelte av sjarm, det er ikke så mye som skal til. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;About A Boy&lt;/span&gt; har vi &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hugh Grant&lt;/span&gt;. Som alle vet så er ikke han den snilleste mannen i virkeligheten, han har blitt beskyldt for overfall, seksuell trakassering og mye sånt. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hugh Grant&lt;/span&gt; spiller den nokså selvopptatte Will som lever på faren sine penger. Alt han er opptatt av er å finne seg damer, men ikke sånne til å gifte seg med, bare til one night stands og sånn. Det som er tingen det er han ikke vil bry seg med andre sine problemer. Han vil bare ha seg selv å tenke på. Allikevel skulle jeg gjerne hatt en sånn en. Jeg hadde sikkert klart å sjarmere han til å være samen med meg en stund vertfall så han fikk kjøpt mye fint til meg.&lt;br /&gt;  Sånt ser vi bare på film, så for å bare komme tilbake til virkeligheten igjen så har jeg endelig funnet drømmemannen min, Christoffer eller som han er bedre kjent som, Pingu. Jeg trodde aldri at jeg ville finne drømmemannen så tidlig i livet mitt men jeg er glad det skjedde. Vi har en litt "moderne" men skikkelig søt kjærlighetshistorie. Som mange andre ungdommer så møttes vi på fest. Vi hang på hverandre nesten hele kvelden og når vi hadde blitt passe full begge to endte det opp med at jeg ble med han hjem. Dagen etter ble vi sittende å prate en stund før dro hjem litt senere på dagen. Vi møttes ofte på fest og etterhvert ble det bare oftere og oftere at jeg både så film og overnattet hos han. Begge hadde nettopp blitt singel og sånn sa ve det skulle vare lenge. Jeg anstrengte meg veldig for ikke å få følelser for han for jeg visste at jeg kom til å bli såret. Det var alt for vanskelig, for han var noe av det herligste jeg noen gang hadde kommet over.  Han var utrolig morsom og vi hadde mange felles interesser. Det var også veldig koselig å se film hos han og stå ute å fryse mens vi røykte og holdt rundt hverandre. Sånn holdt vi på i nesten 2 måneder. Så kom dagen jeg skulle reise til Hellas i 7 uker. Han kom å ringte på hos meg klokka 3:00 på natta og sa at han elsket meg. Jeg ble så utrolig lettet og sa jeg elsket han og. Vi sto der ganske lenge å prøvde å si hade og klarte ikke å tenke på at vi skulle være borte fra hverandre i 7 uker. Vi var begge litt redd for at vi ville miste kontakten i løpet av sommeren, men det sørget vi for at vi ikke gjorde. når jeg kom til Hellas gikk bare rundt å savnet han hele tiden. Jeg fikk skiftet billetten min og dro hjem 6 uker tidligere enn planlagt. Mamma ble igjen i Hellas så jeg fikk leiligheten for meg selv. Pingu kom å bodde hos meg resten av sommeren og vi hadde så uendelig gøy. Vi er sammen den dag i dag og har store planer om å være sammen en veldig lang stund til (også kalt for alltid). Jeg har aldri hatt det så bra med en person før. Han vet akkurat hva som skal til for å gjøre meg glad og han mener alltid det beste med alt han gjør. han passer alltid på meg å vet hva som er for mitt eget beste. Jeg er utrolig heldig som har en som er så omtenksom, kjekk, sjarmerende, morsom, herlig og fantastisk som han. Hvis ikke det var nok så skal han flytte inn hos meg i midten av Desember. Det skal vertfall bli en drøm som går i oppfyllelse!&lt;br /&gt;  Jeg elsker kjæresten min mer enn noe annet i hele verden og vil aldri miste han noensinne!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleklager skrivefeil og emo bilde laget av your's truly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893321616267310069-8495680221005603312?l=sideri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sideri.blogspot.com/feeds/8495680221005603312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7893321616267310069&amp;postID=8495680221005603312&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893321616267310069/posts/default/8495680221005603312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893321616267310069/posts/default/8495680221005603312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sideri.blogspot.com/2007/11/dream-come-true.html' title='Dream come true'/><author><name>Sideri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13210227281848865132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img489.imageshack.us/img489/7671/picture85hm6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_G38z6GIYyTs/R0VKRFU1jEI/AAAAAAAAACU/zcWt_B7uBPI/s72-c/heart.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893321616267310069.post-2312597106782748477</id><published>2007-11-19T13:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T13:17:01.637+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Juletider nærmer seg</title><content type='html'>Har stortroa på at denne julen blir nærmest perfekt. Min kjære Pingu har flyttet inn da og det er masse god mat på bordet hos mormor og bestefar. Julegaver skal bli kjøpt og snøen skal legge seg. Hater egentlig å kjøpe julegaver... Vet aldri hva jeg skal kjøpe til folk uten å bruke altfor mye penger. Men det er fortsatt koselig å gå rundt i byen som er full av juledekorasjoner. Var i byen med Malin på fredag og begge stoppet opp forran vinduet på fotobutikken og måtte bare ta bilde. Det var skikkelig koselig å komme i julestemning på en litt sånn trist fredag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_G38z6GIYyTs/R0F-aFU1jCI/AAAAAAAAACE/rEA42_24nIc/s1600-h/16-11-07_1646.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_G38z6GIYyTs/R0F-aFU1jCI/AAAAAAAAACE/rEA42_24nIc/s320/16-11-07_1646.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134524036750347298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Satser fortsatt på snowboard tur ned ra skihytta neste gang det blir nysnø.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893321616267310069-2312597106782748477?l=sideri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sideri.blogspot.com/feeds/2312597106782748477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7893321616267310069&amp;postID=2312597106782748477&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893321616267310069/posts/default/2312597106782748477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893321616267310069/posts/default/2312597106782748477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sideri.blogspot.com/2007/11/juletider-nrmer-seg.html' title='Juletider nærmer seg'/><author><name>Sideri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13210227281848865132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img489.imageshack.us/img489/7671/picture85hm6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_G38z6GIYyTs/R0F-aFU1jCI/AAAAAAAAACE/rEA42_24nIc/s72-c/16-11-07_1646.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893321616267310069.post-6440714021995929303</id><published>2007-11-19T12:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T09:07:34.311+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy little thing called sex</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.canmag.com/images/front/tv/californication3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.canmag.com/images/front/tv/californication3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Har blitt helt hekta på &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Californication&lt;/span&gt; som går på TV2 onsdager 22:35. Helt genial serie om Hank Moody (spilles av &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;David Duchovny&lt;/span&gt; som er kjent fra &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;X-Files&lt;/span&gt;) som er forfatter. Han er som en gud blant mennesker og kvinnene i Los Angeles er helt gal etter han. Han har sex med forskjellige kvinner nesten hver dag. En dag går det galt og han ender opp med å ha sex med den 16-år gamle datteren til forloveden til eks-kjæresten hans som han deler en datter med.  Den siste boken han skrev het &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;God hates us all &lt;/span&gt;og ble laget en film av, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Carzy little thing called Love&lt;/span&gt;, som alle synes er mye bedre enn boken og dette likte ikke Hank så han lå med kona til regissøren. Denne serien handler veldig mye om sex og appellerer til publikum mye mer enn de klassiske seriene. Arvid mente det var hardcore porno, men var ganske uenig med han der, hadde heller kalt det myk porno. Det er også mye komedie i serien og karakterene er veldig særegne og har mye mer sin egen personlighet enn i de leste seriene som går på tv. Bare 2 episoder har blitt vist på TV men jeg måtte nesten bare laste ned for det er en serie som egentlig er verdt å vente på i en 1 uke, men man klarer ikke vente så lenge, tro meg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hank blogger forresten for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hell-A magazine&lt;/span&gt; selvom blogging ikke er tingen hans. Han skriver likevel mye bra som folk leser med glede. Nesten som Pingu og Lars med &lt;a href="http://stierbumsenscheisse.blogspot.com/"&gt;STIERBUMSENSCHEISSE&lt;/a&gt;, som forresten er et must å legge til på linker, det får siden til å se litt kulere ut.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893321616267310069-6440714021995929303?l=sideri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sideri.blogspot.com/feeds/6440714021995929303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7893321616267310069&amp;postID=6440714021995929303&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893321616267310069/posts/default/6440714021995929303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893321616267310069/posts/default/6440714021995929303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sideri.blogspot.com/2007/11/crazy-little-thing-called-sex.html' title='Crazy little thing called sex'/><author><name>Sideri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13210227281848865132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img489.imageshack.us/img489/7671/picture85hm6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893321616267310069.post-5965749480614282707</id><published>2007-11-16T09:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T10:09:38.732+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Attitude/cp timer med Katrin</title><content type='html'>Torsdag i går, og det betyr bare en ting. Var skikkelig klar for skole for jeg hadde ikke peiling på hvilke timer jeg hadde. Så kommer jeg på skolen og får vite at 6. time har vi attitude med Katrin. "Nå skal vi eeeeeeh... Nå skal vi trene pååååååeh...  Nå skal vi trene på trygghet!" Robert var vertfall trygg på seg selv i starten av timen. Han fikk en klemme av noen og fant fort ut hvor den skulle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_G38z6GIYyTs/Rz1b4FU1i_I/AAAAAAAAABs/0SADtpG-TF8/s1600-h/15-11-07_1246.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_G38z6GIYyTs/Rz1b4FU1i_I/AAAAAAAAABs/0SADtpG-TF8/s320/15-11-07_1246.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133360169332607986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vi ble delt opp i to grupper og fikk beskjed om å sitte på hverandre. Eh!? Så forklarte hun nærmere at vi skulle lage en ring der alle satt oppå fanget til hverandre. Var litt skeptiske i starten, men heldigvis var det  effektivt gruppearbeid og vi fant fort ut hvordan det fungerte. "Se på gruppe 2! De har bruker sirkelen som mal, de er smarte de!" Så sendte hun oss vekk fra midten av gymsalen så gruppe 1 skulle få prøve seg på sirkelen for å bli bedre enn oss. Vi gikk rett bort til 3 sekunders feltet og knuste dem i sirkel-laging!  Den andre gruppa slet litt, de hadde Michael med seg som ikke gadd å gjøre noe. Når de først fikk det til så de ganske komiske ut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_G38z6GIYyTs/Rz1cmlU1jAI/AAAAAAAAAB0/1825sA3w6Nw/s1600-h/15-11-07_1301.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_G38z6GIYyTs/Rz1cmlU1jAI/AAAAAAAAAB0/1825sA3w6Nw/s400/15-11-07_1301.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133360968196525058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tor ser ganske fornøyd ut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fikk egentlig aldri helt med meg hva dette hadde med trygghet å gjøre, gikk vel mer på samarbeidsvilje. Første timen der vi faktisk hadde det morsomt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893321616267310069-5965749480614282707?l=sideri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sideri.blogspot.com/feeds/5965749480614282707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7893321616267310069&amp;postID=5965749480614282707&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893321616267310069/posts/default/5965749480614282707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893321616267310069/posts/default/5965749480614282707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sideri.blogspot.com/2007/11/attitudecp-timer-med-katrin.html' title='Attitude/cp timer med Katrin'/><author><name>Sideri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13210227281848865132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img489.imageshack.us/img489/7671/picture85hm6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_G38z6GIYyTs/Rz1b4FU1i_I/AAAAAAAAABs/0SADtpG-TF8/s72-c/15-11-07_1246.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893321616267310069.post-2677367275696944818</id><published>2007-11-14T09:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T12:37:16.334+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tittler suger</title><content type='html'>Yes, etter det forrige innlegget kommer et litt bedre ett. Sitter i sofaen i D blokka sammen med 10 andre som tydeligvis har gjort det nesten like dårlig som meg på prøven. Naturfagprøve, første time, onsdag!? Neeei... Huff, har blitt smule skolelei, vil hjem med en gang. Heldigvis ferdig tidlig i dag da, 14:00, herlig? Leo har satt på Lil Bow Wow, herlig låt jeg hørte på når jeg var 10! Nupen derimot sitter å ser på sugene auditioner fra American Idol. Arti? Litt... Folk har alt for tragisk selvbilde, skulle ikke vært lov. Enten tror de virkelig at de er god til å synge og har bommet helt, eller så gjør de det for å komme på TV, eller møte Simon Cowell. Seriøst, folka er helt ute å kjører da! Ikke at jeg er så mye flinkere å synge, men jeg har vertfall ikke tenkt å dumme meg ut for resten av verden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huff, savner senga mi og kjæreste jeg... Skal bli så herlig å bare slappe av i helga. Skal møte Daniel og Malin i dag, det blir kos da. Skal vel forflytte oss snart, folk begynner å pakke, har engelsk i G blokka en plass, skal sikkert fikse mer på layouten her, ikke helt fornøyd enda.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893321616267310069-2677367275696944818?l=sideri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sideri.blogspot.com/feeds/2677367275696944818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7893321616267310069&amp;postID=2677367275696944818&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893321616267310069/posts/default/2677367275696944818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893321616267310069/posts/default/2677367275696944818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sideri.blogspot.com/2007/11/tittler-suger.html' title='Tittler suger'/><author><name>Sideri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13210227281848865132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img489.imageshack.us/img489/7671/picture85hm6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893321616267310069.post-3825416368956382335</id><published>2007-11-14T06:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T06:07:41.518+01:00</updated><title type='text'>06:05</title><content type='html'>Whoa! Pingu min stakk nettopp ut døra. Hører på "I Think I Love You" av Less Than Jake. Vet at jeg elsker deg jeg! Elske senga mi og for den saks skyld. Legger jeg meg. Står opp  om en time ca. Æh, TRØTT! ZzZzZz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893321616267310069-3825416368956382335?l=sideri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sideri.blogspot.com/feeds/3825416368956382335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7893321616267310069&amp;postID=3825416368956382335&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893321616267310069/posts/default/3825416368956382335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893321616267310069/posts/default/3825416368956382335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sideri.blogspot.com/2007/11/0605.html' title='06:05'/><author><name>Sideri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13210227281848865132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img489.imageshack.us/img489/7671/picture85hm6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893321616267310069.post-9059828184919404339</id><published>2007-11-13T08:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T08:46:44.412+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Shotgun</title><content type='html'>Første time Tirdag, har satt &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Shotgun"&lt;/span&gt; av &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Outline&lt;/span&gt; på repeat å bare venter på at slaktinga skal begynne. Ann Katrin skal snart gi oss karakterene på invitasjon oppgaven fra forrige uke. Sitter å tygger på en skikkelig ekkel tyggis, men gidder ikke gå å kaste den. Vurderer sterkt å klistre den under bordet. Lyst å gjøre noe artig i photoshop i dag, er drit lei av typografi oppgaver, hatt det i snart 2 måneder sikkert. Likte første oppgaven vi fikk jeg, der vi skulle lære å brushe, det var herlig det!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's a shotgun baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I think I'll use it tonight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's a shutdown baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've got you in my sight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's just a shadow baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It can't come to life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But it's the shadows baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They're quickest with the knife &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If I was a robot, would you love me anymore? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If I wore a mask would you know? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If I was a robot, would you love me anymore? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If I wore a mask&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's a contract baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We're gonna make you sign &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's your choice now, maybe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But you could die tonight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's a whisper baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When your ears are blind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's a scream baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We don't want your kind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If I was a robot, would you love me anymore? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If I wore a mask would you know? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If I was a robot, would you love me anymore? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If I wore a mask&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;Digger sangen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vegard: Jeg har på meg hodetelefoner men hører din musikk.&lt;br /&gt;Irini: Hinte du til at i ska skru ned?&lt;br /&gt;Vegard: Nei, jeg hinter til at jeg må skru opp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Musikk skal ikke skrus ned for andre, de får heller skru opp sin"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vilde er på slakter'n as we speak. Lykke til søta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893321616267310069-9059828184919404339?l=sideri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sideri.blogspot.com/feeds/9059828184919404339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7893321616267310069&amp;postID=9059828184919404339&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893321616267310069/posts/default/9059828184919404339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893321616267310069/posts/default/9059828184919404339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sideri.blogspot.com/2007/11/shotgun.html' title='Shotgun'/><author><name>Sideri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13210227281848865132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img489.imageshack.us/img489/7671/picture85hm6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893321616267310069.post-6632949692306334924</id><published>2007-11-12T11:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T11:05:29.401+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Haha</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Locomondo&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Πίνω Μπάφους Και Παίζω Pro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mat!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893321616267310069-6632949692306334924?l=sideri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sideri.blogspot.com/feeds/6632949692306334924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7893321616267310069&amp;postID=6632949692306334924&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893321616267310069/posts/default/6632949692306334924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893321616267310069/posts/default/6632949692306334924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sideri.blogspot.com/2007/11/haha.html' title='Haha'/><author><name>Sideri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13210227281848865132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img489.imageshack.us/img489/7671/picture85hm6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893321616267310069.post-6379042256476750728</id><published>2007-11-12T10:48:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T11:00:06.598+01:00</updated><title type='text'>All eyes on me</title><content type='html'>Klokken er 1o:49 og jeg sitter på D2o6 som faktisk lukter svidd! Har medie design nå, men gidder seriøst ikke gjøre oppgaven min. Er så kjedelige oppgaver vi får. Sitter istedenfor å fikser layouten på bloggen min jeg. synes layout har veldig mye å si. Har sikkert skiftet banner 2-3 ganger i dag. Michael sitter rett bak meg å maser om at jeg skal skrive nytt innlegg. Ikke alle er så flinke å skrive innlegg som du vettu. Gjør mitt beste for å finne bra sak å skrive om, men funker dårlig. Har altfor lite random tanker i hodet mitt så tidlig om morgenen. Er ikke så trøtt som jeg pleier i dag da, den var ny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hører forresten på "Monster" av The Automatics. Heftig sang som  jeg forbinder med brainstorming, av alle ting. Gleder med skikkelig til jeg får penger den 14. klokka 16:oo!! Har ikke vært så blakk på lenge. Måtte "låne" 2oo av mamma. Men angrer fortsatt ikke på Tv kjøpet fra forrige måned da. Herlig med en 37 tommers i den pitte lille stuen min, i den pitte lille leiligheten min, hehe... Snart er det to som bor der da, skal bli så deilig det. Føler meg veldig klar til å ta et så stort steg i forholdet vårt. Har nesten bodd sammen fra dag en så blir ikke så stor forandring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nå er jeg sulten, satser på å begynne å pakke så jeg får kommet meg til byen før det blir kø der nede. Gruer meg litt for det er jævli glatt ute nå...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satster forresten på en snowboard tur ned fra skihytta neste gang det blir nysnø!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893321616267310069-6379042256476750728?l=sideri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sideri.blogspot.com/feeds/6379042256476750728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7893321616267310069&amp;postID=6379042256476750728&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893321616267310069/posts/default/6379042256476750728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893321616267310069/posts/default/6379042256476750728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sideri.blogspot.com/2007/11/all-eyes-on-me.html' title='All eyes on me'/><author><name>Sideri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13210227281848865132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img489.imageshack.us/img489/7671/picture85hm6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893321616267310069.post-8365045169856552949</id><published>2007-11-09T10:09:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T12:44:05.482+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nerd!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_G38z6GIYyTs/RzQmwOzAKuI/AAAAAAAAAAs/wWUR6xm14tk/s1600-h/P6170137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_G38z6GIYyTs/RzQmwOzAKuI/AAAAAAAAAAs/wWUR6xm14tk/s320/P6170137.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130768485529430754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Herlig! Har fått tilbake spilllysten min! Siden jeg ble sammen med Chris har vi sikkert rundet over 10 spill sammen på både PS2, PS3 og Pc.. Sjukt. Har funnet den perfekte kjæresten for meg, Chris er rett og slett helt fantastisk. Han kan gjøre meg skikkelig glad på 2 sekund, og det er en egenskap jeg verdsetter sterkt. Håper virkelig vi kommer til å være sammen for alltid. Jeg kan ikke se for meg et liv uten han, er helt avhengig av å se han minst flere timer om dagen.&lt;br /&gt;Han er rett og slett perfekt for meg! Hittil har det vært neste 6 herlige måneder sammen, mitt første ordentlige langvarig forhold som lover godt.&lt;br /&gt;   Men, tilbake til spillegalskapen min; merkes kanskje på bakgrunnen min at jeg har spilt litt for mye Mark Ecko's Getting Up. Tro det eller ikke så er det et spill der det handler om å tagge. Har gjort stort inntrykk på meg for jeg ser på tagging som kunst. Kommer fra en kunstnerisk familie med malere, håndverkere, smeder og matematikere. Skulle gjerne vært den som gjorde en forskjell å ble street artist. Har ikke noe spesielt budskap å formidle her i Norge. I Hellas har jeg nesten samme konseptet som i spillet. Har budskapet om at pappa er uskyldig, ingen har noe på han så skjønner ikke hva som skjer. Så det går vel mest i, sånn som banneren min, "Guilty of being innocent", "Fuck the police", "Pigs slaughter", "All eyes on me" og alt sånt. Huff, har time nå, får vel bare avslutte her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893321616267310069-8365045169856552949?l=sideri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sideri.blogspot.com/feeds/8365045169856552949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7893321616267310069&amp;postID=8365045169856552949&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893321616267310069/posts/default/8365045169856552949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893321616267310069/posts/default/8365045169856552949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sideri.blogspot.com/2007/11/nerd.html' title='Nerd!'/><author><name>Sideri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13210227281848865132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img489.imageshack.us/img489/7671/picture85hm6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_G38z6GIYyTs/RzQmwOzAKuI/AAAAAAAAAAs/wWUR6xm14tk/s72-c/P6170137.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893321616267310069.post-2426109564528382492</id><published>2007-11-08T08:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T08:41:03.320+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Vil hjem</title><content type='html'>Vært på skolen i et kvarter og vil allerede hjem... Skjønner ikke det jeg, har det jo så bra på skolen, sitter jo bare her å blogger. Burde egentlig fortsette med Invitasjon - Konvolutt - Bordkort - Meny + CD-cover oppgava... Og der kom læreren for å se  om jeg jobber. Kjapt opp med InDesign og Photoshop! Setter på litt musikk og begynner å jobbe jeg.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893321616267310069-2426109564528382492?l=sideri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sideri.blogspot.com/feeds/2426109564528382492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7893321616267310069&amp;postID=2426109564528382492&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893321616267310069/posts/default/2426109564528382492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893321616267310069/posts/default/2426109564528382492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sideri.blogspot.com/2007/11/vil-hjem.html' title='Vil hjem'/><author><name>Sideri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13210227281848865132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img489.imageshack.us/img489/7671/picture85hm6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893321616267310069.post-7177919337836273494</id><published>2007-11-07T13:12:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T13:14:34.115+01:00</updated><title type='text'>To blogg or not to blogg!?</title><content type='html'>Har studietid og bare venter på at tiden skal gå. NÅ! Hehe, fortsatt 40 minutter igjen da. Mange reagerer på at blogg skrives med to "g"er. Tor mener det er en "g" i blogg. Er vel to på norsk blogg og en på engels blog da. Skjer med at jeg skriver på norsk da? Er egentlig sånn wannabe engelsk jeg...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893321616267310069-7177919337836273494?l=sideri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sideri.blogspot.com/feeds/7177919337836273494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7893321616267310069&amp;postID=7177919337836273494&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893321616267310069/posts/default/7177919337836273494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893321616267310069/posts/default/7177919337836273494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sideri.blogspot.com/2007/11/to-blogg-or-not-to-blogg.html' title='To blogg or not to blogg!?'/><author><name>Sideri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13210227281848865132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img489.imageshack.us/img489/7671/picture85hm6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893321616267310069.post-7229949726955729731</id><published>2007-11-07T09:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T10:11:56.458+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='intro'/><title type='text'>Stort skritt!?</title><content type='html'>Da har jeg skaffet meg blogg jeg og da. Sitter i enda en kjedelig engelsktime og har absolutt ingenting bedre å gjøre på. Aner ikke hvor læreren er, og hører bare klassekameratene rope ut random svar på kryssordet for å late som de gjør noe.  Vilde og June blogger ved siden av meg... Alle blogger fortiden. Tenkte jeg skulle ta opp den gamle bloggen min jeg og da og rante litt om diverse ting. Selvfølgelig var min gamle geniale layout borte å må finne på en ny en. Synes egentlig ikke jeg kvalifiserer som blogger siden jeg ikke har så mange sterke meninger, så det blir vel mer som en public diary. Anyway; enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893321616267310069-7229949726955729731?l=sideri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sideri.blogspot.com/feeds/7229949726955729731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7893321616267310069&amp;postID=7229949726955729731&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893321616267310069/posts/default/7229949726955729731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893321616267310069/posts/default/7229949726955729731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sideri.blogspot.com/2007/11/stort-skritt.html' title='Stort skritt!?'/><author><name>Sideri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13210227281848865132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img489.imageshack.us/img489/7671/picture85hm6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
