<?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-3372347873855853166</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:57:04.987+02:00</updated><title type='text'>RADIO NOWHERE - is there anybody alive out there?</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazarinen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372347873855853166/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazarinen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Maz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18126133856112650100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>45</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372347873855853166.post-4866303298839307825</id><published>2007-12-13T08:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T08:40:40.637+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bah</title><content type='html'>It's only 08:38 and I'm utterly bored. How am I going to get thru this day? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head is a bit wozzy. I got a cold. Brr. I'm freezing a bit right now. Bed, dear bed - where are you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372347873855853166-4866303298839307825?l=mazarinen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazarinen.blogspot.com/feeds/4866303298839307825/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372347873855853166&amp;postID=4866303298839307825' title='1 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372347873855853166/posts/default/4866303298839307825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372347873855853166/posts/default/4866303298839307825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazarinen.blogspot.com/2007/12/bah.html' title='Bah'/><author><name>Maz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18126133856112650100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372347873855853166.post-3884565152987965611</id><published>2007-12-06T13:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T13:57:43.462+01:00</updated><title type='text'>oh and...</title><content type='html'>just for the record - Bruce Springsteen and the E Street band rocks! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We learned more from a three minute record baby, than we ever did in school"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372347873855853166-3884565152987965611?l=mazarinen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazarinen.blogspot.com/feeds/3884565152987965611/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372347873855853166&amp;postID=3884565152987965611' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372347873855853166/posts/default/3884565152987965611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372347873855853166/posts/default/3884565152987965611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazarinen.blogspot.com/2007/12/oh-and.html' title='oh and...'/><author><name>Maz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18126133856112650100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372347873855853166.post-5244365782349076588</id><published>2007-12-06T13:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T13:54:24.956+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Blasting radio</title><content type='html'>Funny accident on work today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bente Iren came to get some new batteries for tha small radio she got. When she came I had someone on the phone who wanted to speak to her. So I hand over the headset and she talkes to the lady while checing things on the computer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While she does that, I find her new batteries and plug them in. At this point I'm standing beside her. What I don't know is that the radio is turned on with high volume... so when the last batteri is in, the sound is blasting out from the speakers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I instantly start to run away from her laughing - hoping that the one in the other end doesn't hear too much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Priceless moment!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372347873855853166-5244365782349076588?l=mazarinen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazarinen.blogspot.com/feeds/5244365782349076588/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372347873855853166&amp;postID=5244365782349076588' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372347873855853166/posts/default/5244365782349076588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372347873855853166/posts/default/5244365782349076588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazarinen.blogspot.com/2007/12/blasting-radio.html' title='Blasting radio'/><author><name>Maz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18126133856112650100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372347873855853166.post-7597257279474845596</id><published>2007-11-20T22:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T23:08:39.177+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh no - not again :o</title><content type='html'>Yep! I've done it again. It's 23:00 and I'm not in bed. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any reason? Näh, no other than that while I made myself some crips bread, I got some ideas for a picture. Yeah, I know - I get ideas at the strangest times. So &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mazarin-/2051216794/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; is why I'm still up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second layer of painting on my bedroom wall is done. The wall is officially purple. And so cool! You all should have a purple wall in your bedroom :) I need to buy some new bed-linen. The red one I've got now is very nice, but doesn't suit the wall at all. Oh I need some more sheets too. Does only have ugly or old ones. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah. I just found two thing to put up on my christmas list. YAY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. OK. Before I fall over dead, I better end this. NOW!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372347873855853166-7597257279474845596?l=mazarinen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazarinen.blogspot.com/feeds/7597257279474845596/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372347873855853166&amp;postID=7597257279474845596' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372347873855853166/posts/default/7597257279474845596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372347873855853166/posts/default/7597257279474845596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazarinen.blogspot.com/2007/11/oh-no-not-again-o.html' title='Oh no - not again :o'/><author><name>Maz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18126133856112650100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372347873855853166.post-4767219003799515822</id><published>2007-11-19T22:41:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T22:48:56.934+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh my...</title><content type='html'>How can I go to bed when I got Winnerbäck singing out of the speakers at my computer? It's close to impossible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I have one wish. I wish I had my stereo with the sleeper-function in my bedroom. Then I could do like I used to do when I was younger; put on some calm music when I went to bed, put the sleep-function on 20 minutes and go to bed while listeing to music. The stereo would turn itself off. Ahhh - sweet times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on the verge to shut down myself. I'm oh so tired. I should've been in bed 45 mins ago, but this is the story of my life... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to sleep now, just to face a dreadful morning tomorrow - YAY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372347873855853166-4767219003799515822?l=mazarinen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazarinen.blogspot.com/feeds/4767219003799515822/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372347873855853166&amp;postID=4767219003799515822' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372347873855853166/posts/default/4767219003799515822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372347873855853166/posts/default/4767219003799515822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazarinen.blogspot.com/2007/11/oh-my.html' title='Oh my...'/><author><name>Maz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18126133856112650100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372347873855853166.post-6246940215921981531</id><published>2007-11-19T21:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T21:55:57.056+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Flickr-slut</title><content type='html'>I've become a Flickr-slut - again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while since I've enjoyed taking picture as much as I do now. I brought my camera with me for work, so I could take pictures on my way home. Even though it was almost dark when I left work, I managed to take some shots - two ended up on flickr - &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mazarin-/2047828592/"&gt;this is one of them&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of the reason for my being hooked again, is some new people I've found on flickr. Like &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sekator/"&gt; Sekator&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/baudrot/"&gt;Nouk&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/davjd/"&gt;Davjd&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/annemakaske/"&gt;Anne Makaske&lt;/a&gt;. They take pictures that are different - in a very good way :) Very inspiring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flickr is a world on its own and it's easy to be absorbed by that world. I got my head above water, but that's about it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to something totally different. Yesterday I was home at my parents' house with my sister. We, our dad, a cousin and two uncles were over at grandmas house to look over things - find things we want. Things like that, can in many cases, cause a lot of drama. But it didn't. We wanted mostly different things. The only thing three of us wanted was grandma's sowing machine. We'll draw on who's gonna get it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got one neckless (silver and purple), a red hoodie, four brown kitchen-glasses, a bowl that's steel outside and purple inside and a iron. :) It's all nice things that can remind me of grandma. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to count down: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 10 days until I'll see Chantie again!&lt;br /&gt;- 11 days until the first Springsteen-concert!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woho!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372347873855853166-6246940215921981531?l=mazarinen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazarinen.blogspot.com/feeds/6246940215921981531/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372347873855853166&amp;postID=6246940215921981531' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372347873855853166/posts/default/6246940215921981531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372347873855853166/posts/default/6246940215921981531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazarinen.blogspot.com/2007/11/flickr-slut.html' title='Flickr-slut'/><author><name>Maz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18126133856112650100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372347873855853166.post-259432285693225917</id><published>2007-11-13T21:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T22:08:37.240+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas wishlist</title><content type='html'>- belt&lt;br /&gt;- cardignan&lt;br /&gt;- new REM CD/DVD (Live)&lt;br /&gt;- new Kim Larsen CD/DVD (En Lille Pose Støj)&lt;br /&gt;- CD's: Abalone Dots (From a safe Distance), Sophie Zelmani (Memory loves you)&lt;br /&gt;- hoodie, scarf and gloves, lilac / purple&lt;br /&gt;- sowing machine&lt;br /&gt;- macro lense for my EOS 400D&lt;br /&gt;- 2 white chairs from IKEA. Name: Gilbert. &lt;br /&gt;- table lamp for my bedroom. &lt;br /&gt;- black purse&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372347873855853166-259432285693225917?l=mazarinen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazarinen.blogspot.com/feeds/259432285693225917/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372347873855853166&amp;postID=259432285693225917' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372347873855853166/posts/default/259432285693225917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372347873855853166/posts/default/259432285693225917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazarinen.blogspot.com/2007/11/christmas-wishlist.html' title='Christmas wishlist'/><author><name>Maz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18126133856112650100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372347873855853166.post-3482889003226303240</id><published>2007-11-13T21:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T21:58:50.782+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah. Blah. Blah.</title><content type='html'>Nowember. It's getting colder. Temperature dropps below zero during the night and barely stays over zero during the day. It's time for getting sick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At work, four people was sick today. Gøril and Daniel I got the cold / flu. Esben, not sure what's wrong with him, but I'm gessing a cold/flu thingy. My boss wasn't feeling well yesterday and went home. Today she stayed home and worked from there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now me... I'm feeling the cold is sneaking its way under my skin and into my body. Been sneezing today and my throat has itched some. My head is a bit wozzy and I'm tired. I don't want to get sick. Bah. It sucks to be sick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a perfect opportunety to go to bed early... I should take it and embrace it. Do I? Hmm. Not so sure... I tend to not embrace what I should embrace. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about embrace... Today I've embraced my new DVD. I got Friday Night Lights today. Picked it up at the postoffice. Six DVD's in one pack. Season one. YAY! I've watched a few episodes, of course. I've seen epiosode 12 - 21 on TV, but missed the first ones. I can't wait until season no. two is here - if it ever gets here. Not sure if we'll get it here in Norway. Lets hope the tv-station buy the next season too. Well... I'll just buy it on DVD. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'm going out eating with Ellen. She has her birthday on thursday and I've given her a restaurant-visit as a gift. I couln't come up with anything else.... We're going to Mr. Hong. Mmmmmmmmmm. They have a delicious Mongolian buffet there. It's heavanly. Can't wait to go there. I always stuff myself so I'm on the verge to burst when I'm there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372347873855853166-3482889003226303240?l=mazarinen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazarinen.blogspot.com/feeds/3482889003226303240/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372347873855853166&amp;postID=3482889003226303240' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372347873855853166/posts/default/3482889003226303240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372347873855853166/posts/default/3482889003226303240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazarinen.blogspot.com/2007/11/blah-blah-blah.html' title='Blah. Blah. Blah.'/><author><name>Maz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18126133856112650100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372347873855853166.post-2304052859040192016</id><published>2007-11-12T09:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T09:35:55.059+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bah!</title><content type='html'>When I woke up this morning, I seriously thought about faking sick and be home from work. I had a feeling this would be a crappy day. I was oh so right! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone is back from holiday. And a client has problem with their dsl-connection. The office has been without connection since wednesday and today the owner thought he could work from his home-office. But... he can't access that net either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been in contact with our dsl-supplier and reported it. Now I have to call him back say there is a problem somewhere. A dreafull conversation to have. He won't be pleased. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. I wanna bury myself down under a huge pile of something and disappear for the day. If I hide under my desk and fall asleep under there, no one will notice, will they? *wishfull thinking*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372347873855853166-2304052859040192016?l=mazarinen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazarinen.blogspot.com/feeds/2304052859040192016/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372347873855853166&amp;postID=2304052859040192016' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372347873855853166/posts/default/2304052859040192016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372347873855853166/posts/default/2304052859040192016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazarinen.blogspot.com/2007/11/bah.html' title='Bah!'/><author><name>Maz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18126133856112650100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372347873855853166.post-867088543083887862</id><published>2007-11-11T23:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T23:22:50.592+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I &lt;3 Lars Winnerbäck</title><content type='html'>On thursday me and some friends (Linda, OJ and Terje) went to see Lars Winnerbäck play at Sentrum Scene. He's promoting his new album Daugava. Daugava is a river that run thru Riga. The concert was almost sold out. There were lots of swedish people there. I guess half the audience was Swedish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man! What a great concert. It started a bit slow, but ended magically. He played lots of great songs, some I haven't heard before, but also familiar songs. The only disappointment on a wonderfull evening, was that he didn't play Söndermarken, which I think is his best song - from what I'd heard so far. I was on the verge to cry, cos he didn't play that song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm over it now. I'm sailing on a Lasse-cloud now. (Lasse is his nickname.) Today I've bought 5 LW CD's on cdon.com! The costed 49 NOK each so I just had too... and I've bought a DVD for mum for christmas. She likes Winnerbäck too. Looking at his site www.winnerback.net I found his adresse and I've thought of sending him a letter just tell him how great the concert were and how much I've fallen in love with his music. But I dunno... It seems a bit freaky... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've downloaded some songs I didn't have. Yes, I've sinned. But hey, I did bought 5 CD's!! And now I've found two other great songs, that I wonder if soon is going to be new fav songs. It's Kom Ihåg Mig Då and En Svår Och Jobbig Grej. Lovely songs. Just lovely! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to find the bed. My eyes are really sore, my head is a bit wozzy and I feel shit. I need sleep - lots of sleep. More sleep than this night can provide. I aslo need energy, my level is below zero. I feel tired a bit too often these days. Something's gotta change. But what? I know at least a few things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- go to bed at 22.00 each night. &lt;br /&gt;- eat properly&lt;br /&gt;- eat fruit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's easy to locate the problem and point out what do do. The hard part is to actually do something about it. You know, I didn't get my name lazyslut for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*snore*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372347873855853166-867088543083887862?l=mazarinen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazarinen.blogspot.com/feeds/867088543083887862/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372347873855853166&amp;postID=867088543083887862' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372347873855853166/posts/default/867088543083887862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372347873855853166/posts/default/867088543083887862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazarinen.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-3-lars-winnerbck.html' title='I &lt;3 Lars Winnerbäck'/><author><name>Maz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18126133856112650100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372347873855853166.post-4743938007077527984</id><published>2007-11-01T15:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T15:57:12.151+01:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;:-/</title><content type='html'>Just for the record: I'm at work and I'm highly annoyed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372347873855853166-4743938007077527984?l=mazarinen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazarinen.blogspot.com/feeds/4743938007077527984/comments/default' title='Legg inn 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372347873855853166.post-4377825183662727663</id><published>2007-10-24T09:23:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T09:24:20.761+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday to me</title><content type='html'>Happy birthday dear darling. &lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to me. :-p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372347873855853166-4377825183662727663?l=mazarinen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazarinen.blogspot.com/feeds/4377825183662727663/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372347873855853166&amp;postID=4377825183662727663' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372347873855853166/posts/default/4377825183662727663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372347873855853166/posts/default/4377825183662727663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazarinen.blogspot.com/2007/10/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy birthday to me'/><author><name>Maz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18126133856112650100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372347873855853166.post-5337116804676452492</id><published>2007-10-23T21:59:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T22:02:01.181+02:00</updated><title type='text'>My all time fave poem.</title><content type='html'>Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone &lt;br /&gt;Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone. &lt;br /&gt;Silence the pianos and with muffled drum &lt;br /&gt;Bring out the coffin, let the mourmers come. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let airplanes circel moaning overhead &lt;br /&gt;Scribbling on the sky the message: He is dead. &lt;br /&gt;Put crepe bows round the necks of the public doves. &lt;br /&gt;Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was my North, my South, my East and West. &lt;br /&gt;My working week and my sunday rest &lt;br /&gt;My noon, my midnight, talk, my song; &lt;br /&gt;I thought that love would last forever; I was wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stars are not wanted now; put out everyone. &lt;br /&gt;Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun. &lt;br /&gt;Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood &lt;br /&gt;For nothing now can ever come to any good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(written by W.H. Auden)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372347873855853166-5337116804676452492?l=mazarinen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazarinen.blogspot.com/feeds/5337116804676452492/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372347873855853166&amp;postID=5337116804676452492' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372347873855853166/posts/default/5337116804676452492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372347873855853166/posts/default/5337116804676452492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazarinen.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-all-time-fave-poem.html' title='My all time fave poem.'/><author><name>Maz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18126133856112650100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372347873855853166.post-1955689739119329221</id><published>2007-10-23T15:33:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T15:41:35.608+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The dice will never roll again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A body is put to rest.&lt;br /&gt;A heart has stopped to beat.&lt;br /&gt;God has fulfilled his request&lt;br /&gt;A life is now complete.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my grandmother who died today. :-(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372347873855853166-1955689739119329221?l=mazarinen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazarinen.blogspot.com/feeds/1955689739119329221/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372347873855853166&amp;postID=1955689739119329221' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372347873855853166/posts/default/1955689739119329221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372347873855853166/posts/default/1955689739119329221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazarinen.blogspot.com/2007/10/dice-will-never-roll-again.html' title='The dice will never roll again'/><author><name>Maz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18126133856112650100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372347873855853166.post-1358788742117436556</id><published>2007-10-10T15:11:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T15:15:22.365+02:00</updated><title type='text'>BD wishilst</title><content type='html'>My birthday wishlist:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;4 white chairs from IKEA&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;purple/lilac hoodie. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;purple/lilac scarf.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;autumn / winter jacketshirt - have no idea what color... &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sewing machineblack &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;purse&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;belt&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Frames. I want to frame some posters I got. Odd size. sigh. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nothing much so far... seems like I got what I need. But still... i keep spending all my money. Where do they go? *scratch my head*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372347873855853166-1358788742117436556?l=mazarinen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazarinen.blogspot.com/feeds/1358788742117436556/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372347873855853166&amp;postID=1358788742117436556' title='1 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372347873855853166/posts/default/1358788742117436556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372347873855853166/posts/default/1358788742117436556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazarinen.blogspot.com/2007/10/bd-wishilst.html' title='BD wishilst'/><author><name>Maz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18126133856112650100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372347873855853166.post-9030621229010724526</id><published>2007-10-10T09:18:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T09:22:35.276+02:00</updated><title type='text'>the man with the purse</title><content type='html'>Scene from the office today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bente Iren and Fabian comes in the office. Fabian first with Bente Iren's bag and a plastic bag. Then Bente Iren on crutches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ian: It's a very nice purse you got there.&lt;br /&gt;Everybody: laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fabian turns around, looks at us and swing the purse around, trying to be all girly.  :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372347873855853166-9030621229010724526?l=mazarinen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazarinen.blogspot.com/feeds/9030621229010724526/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372347873855853166&amp;postID=9030621229010724526' title='1 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372347873855853166/posts/default/9030621229010724526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372347873855853166/posts/default/9030621229010724526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazarinen.blogspot.com/2007/10/man-with-purse.html' title='the man with the purse'/><author><name>Maz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18126133856112650100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372347873855853166.post-2409426895809486206</id><published>2007-10-09T22:22:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T22:38:18.836+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Rockaway the days</title><content type='html'>Ellen, a friend from my college-days, has moved to Oslo for a month. She's working in a kindergarden, staying with her brother and family. She normally lives a almost three-hour-train-trip away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy to have her in Oslo. That means we can meet more often. Last thursday we went to have better dinner at Burger King and then to the movies to see The Bourne Ultimatum. This thursday, we'll head out for the movies again. Since I picked the movie last time, she'd picked it this time. We're gonna see This Is England, which looks a like great choise. We won't be dining out, but at my place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we went to Burger King I noticed something funny. We ate at Majorstua - Oslo west! Inside the Burger King, it was clear that we were at the west-side. Everything was more posh. Usually we get trays to have our food on, in "normal" BK restaurants. But not this one... we got small baskets. I bet they had those, to make it look more posh, but in my eyes it only looked stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh god, we know we're come to the west-side of Oslo, when we got served our burgers in baskets instead of trays" I told Ellen and rolled my eyes. I'm not sure if anyone heard me, but I couldn't care less actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tjingeling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Music: Sad Eyes - Bruce Springsteen (Tracks - i've rediscovered that 4 box-set again. my oh my!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372347873855853166-2409426895809486206?l=mazarinen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazarinen.blogspot.com/feeds/2409426895809486206/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372347873855853166&amp;postID=2409426895809486206' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372347873855853166/posts/default/2409426895809486206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372347873855853166/posts/default/2409426895809486206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazarinen.blogspot.com/2007/10/rockaway-days.html' title='Rockaway the days'/><author><name>Maz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18126133856112650100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372347873855853166.post-1615639294086496700</id><published>2007-10-08T22:24:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T22:30:19.642+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Last to die</title><content type='html'>I'm importing Springsteen CD's to my computer. So to make time pass, I'll scribble down something here.  My last CD for the day goes in now - Nebraska. Great acustic album with songs like Atlantic City, Johnny 99 and Reason To Believe. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh god, I hate my period. Got a headache and can't wait to get to sleep. I took a painkiller a short while ago. I hope it soon will kick in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost importet 500 Mb with great Springsteen songs. aaaah :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This entry is just rubbish and I'm all blah. I think I'll just stop here, before it gets even more stupid than it's already is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep! Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372347873855853166-1615639294086496700?l=mazarinen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazarinen.blogspot.com/feeds/1615639294086496700/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372347873855853166&amp;postID=1615639294086496700' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372347873855853166/posts/default/1615639294086496700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372347873855853166/posts/default/1615639294086496700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazarinen.blogspot.com/2007/10/last-to-die.html' title='Last to die'/><author><name>Maz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18126133856112650100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372347873855853166.post-2095053070859271256</id><published>2007-10-08T11:37:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T12:43:44.039+02:00</updated><title type='text'>To-do-list</title><content type='html'>This week I'm going to do this (hopefully...):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tidy in my kitchen. Put things on place on the counter, in the window etc.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do laundry.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Clean all surfaces in my apt.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Water my plants.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tidy up / archive my invoices / mails / etc :-S&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pay phone-bill&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;See Hanne and give her the Bruce-ticket and her earrings. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Deliver all empty bottles at the gorcery-store&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Vaccume my apt. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;write birthday wish-list&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ordre appointment to the hairdresser OR ask a friend to do it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dye my hair(?)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Write on my story&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Work on liers-hq.no and pix. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Movie with Ellen (if she gets well) - see 'This Is England'. on thursday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Card-game evening with Gøril and Bente Iren&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Edit: The bold things are done... By wednesday, I got three things done. Oh, how impressive.... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372347873855853166-2095053070859271256?l=mazarinen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazarinen.blogspot.com/feeds/2095053070859271256/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372347873855853166&amp;postID=2095053070859271256' title='1 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372347873855853166/posts/default/2095053070859271256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372347873855853166/posts/default/2095053070859271256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazarinen.blogspot.com/2007/10/to-do-list.html' title='To-do-list'/><author><name>Maz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18126133856112650100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372347873855853166.post-9042415777540649912</id><published>2007-09-28T10:12:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T10:22:19.133+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid teenager!</title><content type='html'>After I left work yesterday, I walked around a bit taking pictures.  I saw two teenagers sitting on the grass about 5-10 meters away from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid teenager: How are you doing? (shouting in my direction)&lt;br /&gt;Me: Well... i'm ok. (a bit pussled, wondering if she really was taking to me, but no one else were around)&lt;br /&gt;Stupid teenager: I wasn't taking to you! (shouting again)&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh, i'm sorry (feeling a bit stupid)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I see them again. I've stopped to take picture of a building. I'm also on the phone calling my online bank account. Once again, she askes me how I'm doing. This time I ingore her.  Then they walk on and see a man comming towards them. Again, she shouts out how are you doing. The man politely says he's fine. Guess what she replies? 'I wasn't talking to you!!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh god, I so got the urge to run up to her and majorly kick her ass! &gt;:-/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372347873855853166-9042415777540649912?l=mazarinen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazarinen.blogspot.com/feeds/9042415777540649912/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372347873855853166&amp;postID=9042415777540649912' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372347873855853166/posts/default/9042415777540649912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372347873855853166/posts/default/9042415777540649912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazarinen.blogspot.com/2007/09/stupid-teenager.html' title='Stupid teenager!'/><author><name>Maz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18126133856112650100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372347873855853166.post-454322812269112313</id><published>2007-09-27T19:08:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T19:08:33.505+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Bruce Springsteen - </title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/MwcgoUYpBF8' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/MwcgoUYpBF8'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great song. Just listen to the sax/guitar combo. Aaaahh. So great! I can't wait until Arnhem and Oslo *sigh*&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/3372347873855853166-454322812269112313?l=mazarinen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazarinen.blogspot.com/feeds/454322812269112313/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372347873855853166&amp;postID=454322812269112313' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372347873855853166/posts/default/454322812269112313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372347873855853166/posts/default/454322812269112313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazarinen.blogspot.com/2007/09/bruce-springsteen.html' title='Bruce Springsteen - '/><author><name>Maz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18126133856112650100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372347873855853166.post-7255550550008270807</id><published>2007-09-21T14:05:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T14:05:46.002+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The most beautiful song in the world at the moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/UpgkG4TIyvE' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/UpgkG4TIyvE'/&gt;&lt;/object&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/3372347873855853166-7255550550008270807?l=mazarinen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazarinen.blogspot.com/feeds/7255550550008270807/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372347873855853166&amp;postID=7255550550008270807' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372347873855853166/posts/default/7255550550008270807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372347873855853166/posts/default/7255550550008270807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazarinen.blogspot.com/2007/09/most-beautiful-song-in-world-at-moment.html' title='The most beautiful song in the world at the moment'/><author><name>Maz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18126133856112650100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372347873855853166.post-5658843990302396363</id><published>2007-09-21T13:16:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T13:59:18.816+02:00</updated><title type='text'>My creative</title><content type='html'>I doubt any give a flying shit about what's in my mp3 player. But just for the record and because I'm utterly bored, I'm gonna tell you about it. I got:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Per Gessle (old stuff, EHM, the world according to Gessle, mazarin and so on)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gyllene Tider&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The lonely boys (Per Gessle and Nisse Hellberg)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Raymond &amp;amp; Maria&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Moneybrother&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jens Lekman&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sophie Zelmani - sing and dance&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ulf Lundell (a few of his hits like Evangeline and Danielas Hus)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;St. Thomas - hey harmony&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Travelling Wilburys (Orbison, Petty, Dylan, Harrison and Lynne)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Helena Josefson&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bo Kaspers Orkester&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lisa Ekdahl&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nick Lowe&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;As you see.... there is lots of Swedish music there. I just love Swedish music. :-)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Right now my fave song is Black Cab by Jens Lekman! It an outstanding song, his voice is great. The start of the song is great; &lt;em&gt;"Oh God Damn. I missed the last tram. I killed the party again. God damn. God damn." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372347873855853166-5658843990302396363?l=mazarinen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazarinen.blogspot.com/feeds/5658843990302396363/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372347873855853166&amp;postID=5658843990302396363' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372347873855853166/posts/default/5658843990302396363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372347873855853166/posts/default/5658843990302396363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazarinen.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-creative.html' title='My creative'/><author><name>Maz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18126133856112650100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372347873855853166.post-2512150818441619947</id><published>2007-09-18T20:27:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T20:34:27.592+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Utterly stupid!</title><content type='html'>Argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This evening has been so utterly wasted! I was home at 18:40 after been to the post-office, downtown bying new earplugs and taken lots of pictures on my way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way home, 300 meteres away, I realize I have forgotten to blow out the candle I lit at work :-S All the way home I think about this candle. I can't leave it like that and have to go back to work. Something can happen and I don't wanna be responsible for a burnt out office. :-p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I go, I put on some laundry. I spesifically check that i got my security card with me so I can get in the main entrence. I have two purses standing in my hall, I take the one I didn't use this morning when I went for workWhen I come to the office, I realise I've forgotten the key!!! It was in the other purse. I swear out loud several times. Now I have to go back home again and get it. I take a cab back home, make it wait while I run up and get my key. Then I go back again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I come up in the office the candle is already blown out. I smell that the cleaning-lady had been there, and she must've done it. Phew! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I can go home again! Over an hour wasted, because I'm utterly, utterly, utterly  stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*SIGH*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372347873855853166-2512150818441619947?l=mazarinen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazarinen.blogspot.com/feeds/2512150818441619947/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372347873855853166&amp;postID=2512150818441619947' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372347873855853166/posts/default/2512150818441619947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372347873855853166/posts/default/2512150818441619947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazarinen.blogspot.com/2007/09/utterly-stupid.html' title='Utterly stupid!'/><author><name>Maz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18126133856112650100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372347873855853166.post-3623970803916513613</id><published>2007-09-18T13:50:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T14:06:43.485+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The black market</title><content type='html'>My friend Linda has a ticket left for the Bruce-show in Oslo. She sms'ed me and asked if I wanted it or if Geir (my sisters boyfriend) wanted it. Geir doesn't want it cos then he has to sit all alone and not with my sister. But I told her I would have it, cos a guy at work wanted it. I asked her how much they wanted for it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later she sms'ed me back and said that depended... They (she and her boyfriend) thought about selling it online at the 'black market' to the hightest bidder.  They could get 2000 NOK for et at least. She said she wasn't fan of the black market, but everybody did it, so why shouldn't they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, that really pissed me off. What a lame excuse for selling it on the black market to the highest bidder? "Everybody else is doing it". *rolls eyes* It doesn't make your action any better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;                    I'm against it, but everybody else is doing it, so then I'll do it too.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does money mean &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;much? Aparently for some people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am SO against selling tickets on the black market. It's not fair that people are gonna profit at people that want to have a nice musical evening with maybe their fave musician. Argh! If I'd had a spare ticket, I would sell it for the price I bought it. Money doesn't mean that much to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sent her this reply: &lt;em&gt;OK. The black market is stupid, but it's up to you. I got a ticket, so I don't really care.  Hehe. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah. &gt;:-/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Music: Nick Lowe - All men are liars&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372347873855853166-3623970803916513613?l=mazarinen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazarinen.blogspot.com/feeds/3623970803916513613/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372347873855853166&amp;postID=3623970803916513613' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372347873855853166/posts/default/3623970803916513613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372347873855853166/posts/default/3623970803916513613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazarinen.blogspot.com/2007/09/black-market.html' title='The black market'/><author><name>Maz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18126133856112650100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372347873855853166.post-1102256252807027859</id><published>2007-09-11T18:02:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T21:56:03.146+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday vs today</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Yesterday and today was like two different worlds work-wise. Yesterday was horrible and today was quite pleasent. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;My boss found out that 80 invoices had not been sent out the 1st. as planned. They were stuck in the file were we have our copies... :-S It's my job to send them out, but I can't remember that I got them. Lots of things can have happened. The only thing I know, is that they weren't placed in place they should go, so I can see them and send them. She wasn't very happy and I understand that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I was on my way to ask her for some time off yesterday, cos I had a deliverance from IKEA some time between 15:00 and 22:00. I had forgot to ask her about it earlier and therefor I had to ask the very same day. Bente Iren don't like that. I didn't get around to ask her at that time, cos she brought up the invoice-subject. I didn't dare ask her at that time. hehehe. I asked her later, and it was ok that I went if the deliverance-guys called me before 16:00.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I was grumpy and dead tired almost all day. Fabian, my other boss, gave me some boring things to do. Copy agreements. He had like 10 agreements and he needed four copies of all of them before 16.00. And we don't have a fancy-pancy copy-machine, so I had to sort every copy and stample them myself. YAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Today has been good. I was of course tired when I came to the office this morning, but I felt better than yesterday. I got a lot of work done, and I think I have like 7 jobs in my job-list. That is good. Eveything went smooth. I had one angry lady (at least she sounded angry) on the phone, but I put her thru to Mona so she could talk to her. heh. My desk is clean and I'm on top of things work-wise. It's a good feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I wonder how long the feeling will last. It's an easy way down the hill to 40 jobs and no overview! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Music: Per Gessle - Flickan i en Cole Porter-sång. (live 03) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372347873855853166-1102256252807027859?l=mazarinen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazarinen.blogspot.com/feeds/1102256252807027859/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372347873855853166&amp;postID=1102256252807027859' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372347873855853166/posts/default/1102256252807027859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372347873855853166/posts/default/1102256252807027859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazarinen.blogspot.com/2007/09/yesterday-vs-today.html' title='Yesterday vs today'/><author><name>Maz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18126133856112650100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372347873855853166.post-8962113421015067860</id><published>2007-09-10T00:05:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T00:09:24.187+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The template-slut is back</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The template-slut is back! I've changed the layout. Oh god, it was such an hassle. The std. templates were boring, so I had to modify one of them on my own.  It's taken some time to get where I am right now.  But i'm quite satisfied. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I guess it will go a few weeks and then I'm tired of this layout.... and then I have to change it again... It's the story of my template-life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I'm dead! So goodnight and goodbye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Music: Moneybrother - Will there be music?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372347873855853166-8962113421015067860?l=mazarinen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazarinen.blogspot.com/feeds/8962113421015067860/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372347873855853166&amp;postID=8962113421015067860' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372347873855853166/posts/default/8962113421015067860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372347873855853166/posts/default/8962113421015067860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazarinen.blogspot.com/2007/09/template-slut-is-back.html' title='The template-slut is back'/><author><name>Maz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18126133856112650100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372347873855853166.post-4098674386337188662</id><published>2007-09-09T20:41:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T20:41:15.056+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Radio Nowhere (video)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/5-eQkWB5LSw' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/5-eQkWB5LSw'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The video to Springsteen's new single Radio Nowhere. Cool video! &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/3372347873855853166-4098674386337188662?l=mazarinen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazarinen.blogspot.com/feeds/4098674386337188662/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372347873855853166&amp;postID=4098674386337188662' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372347873855853166/posts/default/4098674386337188662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372347873855853166/posts/default/4098674386337188662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazarinen.blogspot.com/2007/09/radio-nowhere-video.html' title='Radio Nowhere (video)'/><author><name>Maz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18126133856112650100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372347873855853166.post-7295376287301256213</id><published>2007-09-09T19:42:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T21:36:06.993+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been saved!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The tickets have arrived! I got them yesterday. YAY for that. Here are the proof. I must say it feels mighty good to have them in my hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpGaIi4RohU/RuQw8vOM9gI/AAAAAAAAACY/nuyaTTnRHQI/s1600-h/brucetickets.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108261697371305474" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpGaIi4RohU/RuQw8vOM9gI/AAAAAAAAACY/nuyaTTnRHQI/s320/brucetickets.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;What's equally as good, is that my dear friend Chantie proved her almightyness - again! She got us two tickets for the Arnem-show. She showed up at the post-office and waited patiently for the sale to start at 10:00 yesterday. There were people cueing with her. She was &lt;em&gt;the last &lt;/em&gt;that got tickets, the guy behind her didn't get any! Oh boy! We "only" got seat-tickets high up, but we should not pout but be very happy. And I am. They sold 18.000 tickets, or... was it 16.000? I've already forgotten what Chantie told me. :-p &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I've bought flight-tikcets. KLM was supposed to have some sale, but no tickets on sale anymore from Oslo Gardermoen Airport. You could go from Bergen or Trondheim, which was out of the question. So KLM was no option, it was too expencive. I bought tickets via Sterling instead. Leaving the 29th of Nov. (thursday) at 19:30 and the return flight is the 2nd of Dec. (sunday) at 21:45. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;It is so cool that I'm going to see Bruce twice. It will be great to see him in Oslo again, but it will also be fun to see him in Holland - to see him some place outside Norway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A colleauge, Mona, really wanted to go see him. When I told her I've seen him six times before, and will see him here in Oslo and maybe Holland (it was on friday and I hadn't got hold of the Arnhem tickets yet) she jokingly said that she couldn't understand why I wouldn't give her my ticket. I'd seen him so many times before, she thought she desereved to see him now. hihi. I wouldn't give my tickets to anyone, it means too much to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;When the news about Bruce's new album came out, I got a email from the ex to a friend of mine. He lives in the US and he's a real Bruce-fan. He wrote a very short email and the only thing he said was this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;bruce new album, october 2nd !!!! we just been saved!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.backstreets.com/news.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;http://www.backstreets.com/news.html&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a funny email. I was thinking to myself: yes, we have been saved, indeed! He's still waiting for the L.A-tickets to be on sale. I really, really hope he gets tickets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought Patti's new album here the other day. It's good. I love her voice. It's raspy and got egde. In addition to Patti, I bought Moneybrother's newest album - Mount Pleasure! What a pleasure. I was about to say this was something none Springsteen-ish thing, but it's not. It's very old-Springsteen inspirated. One reviewer from VG said &lt;em&gt;"Moneybrother is back in well-known soul-inspired Springsteen landscape" &lt;/em&gt;which is right on! It's a great album and I love it already. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music: Moneybrother - Any other heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A real Tjoho! ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372347873855853166-7295376287301256213?l=mazarinen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazarinen.blogspot.com/feeds/7295376287301256213/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372347873855853166&amp;postID=7295376287301256213' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372347873855853166/posts/default/7295376287301256213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372347873855853166/posts/default/7295376287301256213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazarinen.blogspot.com/2007/09/ive-been-saved.html' title='I&apos;ve been saved!'/><author><name>Maz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18126133856112650100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpGaIi4RohU/RuQw8vOM9gI/AAAAAAAAACY/nuyaTTnRHQI/s72-c/brucetickets.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372347873855853166.post-3484003124075286299</id><published>2007-09-06T19:48:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T20:03:20.293+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't quite get over the fact that Chantie is almighty</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Last monday was the most nerve-wrecking day in a long, long time. The tickets for the Bruce-concert (in Oslo 4th of December) was on sale from 09:00. I must say I didn't work much from 08:00 to 09:00. My dear friend Chantie sat at work in Holland and tried to order tickets for me too. She'd logged into the ordering-site with her name, my adresse and creditcard info!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It didn't take long for she typed 'i got four tickets'. If I'd been alone at the office, I would've screamed out loud. I can't believe she got tickets for me. 8500 tickets were sold out in 6 minutes. The phone-lines were dead so to say and you got digitally cued to enter the ordering-site. It was pure madness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;So... the Lier-familiy is going to see Bruce; me, my parents and my sister. Standing tickets! The very best! My friend Linda's boyfriend managed to get 8 tickets so Linda is going too. YAY! We're both very happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I say 'Chantie for presedent'! She is almighty!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;On saturday, she's trying to get tickets for the show in Arnhem (Holland). I don't expect anything, but Chantie says we'll get tickets. They sell 40.000 tickets I think. At least that's the capasity at the venue. I'll be in heaven if we manage to get tickets for that show too. Oh god, it's such a lovely thought. Me + Bruce + Chantie! *happy sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Music: ahem... Per Gessle, Flickan i en Cole Porter sång (live from the Mazarin tour in 2003)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372347873855853166-3484003124075286299?l=mazarinen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazarinen.blogspot.com/feeds/3484003124075286299/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372347873855853166&amp;postID=3484003124075286299' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372347873855853166/posts/default/3484003124075286299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372347873855853166/posts/default/3484003124075286299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazarinen.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-cant-quite-get-over-fact-that-chantie.html' title='I can&apos;t quite get over the fact that Chantie is almighty'/><author><name>Maz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18126133856112650100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372347873855853166.post-7438583584008354035</id><published>2007-08-28T19:36:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T21:01:51.803+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Radio Nowhere!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;OH. MY. GOD! &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpGaIi4RohU/RtRwrfOM9eI/AAAAAAAAACI/PARHAyKxrRE/s1600-h/magicbruce.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103828170135369186" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="246" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpGaIi4RohU/RtRwrfOM9eI/AAAAAAAAACI/PARHAyKxrRE/s320/magicbruce.jpg" width="268" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Bruce Springsteens (and the E Street Band) new single Radio Nowhere is out today. Not in the record store as a single but you can download &lt;a href="http://www.radionowheredownload.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I'm not kidding if I say&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I've heard that song 40 times today! I've had the song on loop for 40 mins now. That says a lot, doesn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It's a fantastic, catchy, engaging rock song. Lots of cool guitars and Clarence on the sax! This song will kick ass as a live song. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want a 1.000 guitars&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want pounding drums&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want a million different voices speaking in tongues&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is there anybody alive alive out there!?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just wanna hear some rhythm!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;The album will be out October the 2nd. I can't wait until it comes out! Sigh! He will release it on LP a week later. I want it on LP and as a CD. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Today he released the &lt;a href="http://www.brucespringsteen.net/news/index.html"&gt;tour-dates&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; and Oslo is on the list. YAY! December the 4th will he be in Oslo, playing at Oslo Spektrum. The ticket-sale starts on monday and will of course be over in no time. It will be hard to get tickets, but I will do my very best. I'm gonna cry if I don't get any tickets. We can buy max four tickets and I will buy that. My parents want two and I'll save one if my friend Linda won't get hold of any. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;He's comming to Arnheim (Holland) too. So Chantie is going to try get tickets. They will be on sale from the 8th of September. If she get tickets I'm going to Holland to see him!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I've promoted the new single to some people. I sent a link with the song to my sister, my friends Linda, Lisbeth, Bjørg and Chantal. I've even talked to my parents about it too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Tjoho!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372347873855853166-7438583584008354035?l=mazarinen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazarinen.blogspot.com/feeds/7438583584008354035/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372347873855853166&amp;postID=7438583584008354035' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372347873855853166/posts/default/7438583584008354035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372347873855853166/posts/default/7438583584008354035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazarinen.blogspot.com/2007/08/radio-nowhere.html' title='Radio Nowhere!'/><author><name>Maz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18126133856112650100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpGaIi4RohU/RtRwrfOM9eI/AAAAAAAAACI/PARHAyKxrRE/s72-c/magicbruce.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372347873855853166.post-3814599199625814179</id><published>2007-08-27T15:01:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T15:28:54.206+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I wonder when....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I wonder when this Per-music-haze is going to be over? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;It's ages since I've listened to anything else than Per. I've had a few hours with Traveling Wilburys, but that's it. Since one week before the concert, over a month!, I haven't listend to other things than Per. I get so hooked up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;First I had to learn the lyrics to the songs that he would sing at the concert. I had his setlist on my mp3-player. I called the playlist Jönköping. It was songs from 'En händig Man', Mazrain and some Gyllene Tider songs. After the concert I played the same songs, but some Per-related songs too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Then Chantie sent me old Gessle-songs; from his solo-things in Swedish when he was young. I had no idea I would be hooked on those songs too. There were about 10 songs I had on loop; like for instance Blå December, Rädd, Inte tilsammans - Inte især. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I bought three new CD's. It's either two or three weeks ago. I've forgotten. Still I haven't listened to them that much. The new Bo Kaspers' orkester CD hasn't been touched at all! And the Raymond &amp; Maria CD did I copy into my computer and I listened to a few of their songs. The reason for not listening, is that I simply can't drag myself away from Per. Sigh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Last week Chantie me all the songs from 'The world acording to Gessle'. And I'll be damned - I'm hooked on that now! Now I pray that it isn't anything else from Per I haven't heard. Cos if, I don't know what I'm gonna do with myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;My brain is one crazy shit! I welcome the 1st of October. Springsteen's new album will be out then. I'm 100% positiv my Per-haze will be over then. But... the haze will not be over. I'll glide over and into a Bruce-haze I believe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372347873855853166-3814599199625814179?l=mazarinen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazarinen.blogspot.com/feeds/3814599199625814179/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372347873855853166&amp;postID=3814599199625814179' title='1 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372347873855853166/posts/default/3814599199625814179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372347873855853166/posts/default/3814599199625814179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazarinen.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-wonder-when.html' title='I wonder when....'/><author><name>Maz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18126133856112650100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372347873855853166.post-2345894763940035507</id><published>2007-08-27T14:08:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T14:16:42.407+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A conversation from work today:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Fabian (my boss): You're looking good today (speaking to me).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Me: Thank you (big smile)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Gøril (colleague): What about me then? Am I not good-looking? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Fabian: no, ungly! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Me: It's only me baby!! (pointing my index-fingers towards myself)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Gøril: You're a double biatch (reffering to me being good-looking and that i won the card-game we played during lunch)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Me: laughing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Fabian: You can't force somebody to say you're good-looking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Gøril: it worked before. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Music: There is my baby - Per Håkan / The world acording to Gessle.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372347873855853166-2345894763940035507?l=mazarinen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazarinen.blogspot.com/feeds/2345894763940035507/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372347873855853166&amp;postID=2345894763940035507' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372347873855853166/posts/default/2345894763940035507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372347873855853166/posts/default/2345894763940035507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazarinen.blogspot.com/2007/08/conversation-from-work-today.html' title='A conversation from work today:'/><author><name>Maz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18126133856112650100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372347873855853166.post-7926626424711167850</id><published>2007-08-21T21:49:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T22:33:15.337+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpGaIi4RohU/RstCs_OM9cI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Q5u_HNaq-T4/s1600-h/kitchen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101244343579899330" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 157px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 236px" height="260" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpGaIi4RohU/RstCs_OM9cI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Q5u_HNaq-T4/s320/kitchen.jpg" width="156" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;My kitchen is starting to look like a kitchen again. Thank god, I've waited a long time for it. I remember I told myself that a new kitchen was january 06 project. Ahem... it's august 07 now. I've lived with a peach-colored kitchen for almos two years. Oh god, how have i managed? Strangely, you'll get used to it - even a peachy kitchen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Look at how it is now. RED! It's so cool, if I may say it myself. Not everybody got the balls to go RED. I did. Elder peope (like my dad) would go for an oak-kitchen. Sigh - so boring. The walls are grey, thank to my dear friend Sissel. She sort of picked the color for me. Or suggested it. I'm very satisfied with the color. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;                                           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;The &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpGaIi4RohU/RstIovOM9dI/AAAAAAAAACA/W0Ru40Li3Gc/s1600-h/kitchen2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101250867635221970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="223" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpGaIi4RohU/RstIovOM9dI/AAAAAAAAACA/W0Ru40Li3Gc/s320/kitchen2.jpg" width="161" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;kitchen is far from finished. Still have some more lights to put in, tiles and such. But the main thing is in place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Finally can I make my own dinner again. It's been ages since that. Today it was fun to make my own dinner again. Hehe. It's just all around fun to be in my new kitchen. :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;One great thing about about my new kitchen, is the dish-washer. I'm such a lucky slut!! It will be heaven to have one around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I'll post new pics when I'm completely done. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Tjohooo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Music: Hey Mr. DJ (won't you play another love song) Per - SOAP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372347873855853166-7926626424711167850?l=mazarinen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazarinen.blogspot.com/feeds/7926626424711167850/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372347873855853166&amp;postID=7926626424711167850' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372347873855853166/posts/default/7926626424711167850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372347873855853166/posts/default/7926626424711167850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazarinen.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-kitchen-is-starting-to-look-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Maz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18126133856112650100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpGaIi4RohU/RstCs_OM9cI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Q5u_HNaq-T4/s72-c/kitchen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372347873855853166.post-1349950938203016056</id><published>2007-08-20T21:30:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T21:48:14.692+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't quite get over the fact that substitute (for the real deal) is from SOAP</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Back at work! Ugh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Being back at work is not fun at all! I had piles big as Mont Blanc waiting for me today when I came 08:30 - half an hour later than normal. (Had to wait at home for the kitchen-guy to come for his last day). The day went surprisingly fast. I managed to do a lot today. Yeah, you can say it surprised me too! I will be late for work tomorrow too - the electrician will be here at 08:00-ish. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Haven't done shit after I came home. The kitchen guy - Stig - was here until 18:30. After that I was online for a little while. Then I was too lazy to go downtown to eat (I have no stove in function yet), so I ordered pizza from Dolly Dimples. The evening was spent in front of the TV, relaxing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;An hour ago I went to buy icecream. I should've bought bred and milk, but i didn't have enough money and I forgot my visa-card. So it was either icecream or milk &amp;amp; bread. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Now, I'm online again - chatting with Chantie. I'm giving SOAP another go. SOAP = Son of a Plumber (Gessle album). I've never really liked it. It has a few great songs, some ok, but most bad ones. But what I found out today, that I've totally forgotten, is that Substitute (for the real deal) is from SOAP. OMP! That is such a great song. When i listened to it almost a year ago, i didn't catch the fact that it was from that album. i had that song on loop. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I'm really tired now, but don't want to go to bed. Bah. I'm recording "the L word". I love that serie and it has started again today. YAY. I said to myself to be in bed by 22:00 today. Hmmm.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I got no inspiration to write. Chantie says i can take an early night. Blah. I don't want to. I wanna stay up. I want inspiration NOW! As if.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Plingeling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Music: JoAnna says (from SOAP)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372347873855853166-1349950938203016056?l=mazarinen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazarinen.blogspot.com/feeds/1349950938203016056/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372347873855853166&amp;postID=1349950938203016056' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372347873855853166/posts/default/1349950938203016056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372347873855853166/posts/default/1349950938203016056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazarinen.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-cant-quite-got-over-fact-that.html' title='I can&apos;t quite get over the fact that substitute (for the real deal) is from SOAP'/><author><name>Maz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18126133856112650100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372347873855853166.post-6389091832326250734</id><published>2007-08-15T15:15:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T15:36:28.927+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored and hungry!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Can it be worse? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I got up early (06:45 and I got vacation!) to welcome the plumber at 07:30. They guy who's gonna put up my kitchen, came at 08:00! I was dead-tired at that moment. :-S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Been inside all day. Can't leave since the guy is here. Maybe I could have, but I don't feel like leaving him all alone. He's been talking to me a few times too about my kitchen. Some questions and stuff. Outside it's been raining ALL day. It seem like it's never gonna stop. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I've watched a lot of TV today. Been a lazy slut. There's not much else to do around here. I spent some time online too. I tried to write some, but could not focus - too much noise from the kitchen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I have to go water my sister's plant today. I wish they were out, then the water-problem would've fix itself. If it's gonna rain as much as it does now for the rest of the day, I don't know if I will leave the house. Maybe I'll wait for tomorrow and hope the plants still are alive...? It's pouring down now, I would bet soaked - even with an umbrella. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Tjoho... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Best in the bedroom: Traveling Wilburys - Tweeter and the monkey man &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372347873855853166-6389091832326250734?l=mazarinen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazarinen.blogspot.com/feeds/6389091832326250734/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372347873855853166&amp;postID=6389091832326250734' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372347873855853166/posts/default/6389091832326250734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372347873855853166/posts/default/6389091832326250734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazarinen.blogspot.com/2007/08/bored-and-hungry.html' title='Bored and hungry!'/><author><name>Maz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18126133856112650100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372347873855853166.post-6412092625303726930</id><published>2007-08-14T00:26:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T00:39:11.828+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I've just seen a naked man drinking something from a bottle in a window across the street. I saw everything. I looked twice of course. I think he saw me. But... I don't think he minded. He didn't turn around at least. :-p Did he want me to see him? Haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;It's late and I should be in bed by now. But my story keeps me up. An electrician is coming tomorrow. Have no idea when; all he said was that he will call 30 minutes before he comes. it means he could come between 08:00 and 16:00... Sigh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;My kitchen is not so much a kitchen anymore. My shelfs are down and the water is off. There's nothing left at the moment, beside from my oven. My new oven that is. Dad and I had a little accident with my old one. The topping broke; got a big hole in it caused by a beam falling down from the roof a bit too fast than expected. See &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/52609529@N00/1061677037/in/photostream/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I can't wait until my kitchen is finished. it will kick ass so majorly. A new shiny red kitchen with light grey walls. Can it be better? I doubt it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I'm actually too tired to write here.... I really feel like sleeping. But... I put an ciabatta in the oven. That needs to be eaten first. And I need to end my other writings too; my story. Not completely of course, but the scene. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I would have to write something more usefull here some other time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Music: Per Gessle - Tända En Sticka Till. (lost of old Gessle-goodies on loop)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Tjing! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372347873855853166-6412092625303726930?l=mazarinen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazarinen.blogspot.com/feeds/6412092625303726930/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372347873855853166&amp;postID=6412092625303726930' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372347873855853166/posts/default/6412092625303726930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372347873855853166/posts/default/6412092625303726930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazarinen.blogspot.com/2007/08/ive-just-seen-naked-man-drinking.html' title=''/><author><name>Maz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18126133856112650100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372347873855853166.post-201556181845170667</id><published>2007-08-08T22:23:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T23:23:08.360+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sha la la la laaa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Why do I have to be inside my apartment and fix my kitchen when it's sunny and hot outside? It's been raining whole summer and when I have to be inside, it's gonna be nice outside? That's not fair! Let's get some heavy rain right now!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Uhm... maybe not rain... I do am outside from time to time too. Like my biking today. It wouldn't be nice in the rain. I had to go to my sister to water her plants and pick up the mail. It was something I should've done yesterday.... but... well, I just didn't do it. No need to explain. Hehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I talked to guys that are gonna put up my kitchen next week. I got an offer for fixing my tiles; putting them on the wall. Fucking 4000 NOK for the job. Insane, if you ask me. I had to buy all the stuff they needed. It was only for the job. It's only two meters and like 50 cm high. *rolls eyes* So.. what do I do? I call my handy dad and complains. And voila - the problem is solved. He will do it. *big grin* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Dinner with Gro yesteday was lovely. It was really nice to talk to her again. It's been ages. Nicolay was away. He came later when we sat in the sofa talking / watching TV. I was home around 23:20 and then I started to paint some. Yeah, i know it was late. But I got the urge.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I have to say something. If you visit a friend and drink a liter of water, make sure to pee before you head home. I didn't last night and I almost peed in my pants. It was horrible. I thought about pee behind the bus-shed,  I didn't. What if someone had seen me? muwhaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Dad is coming to visit me tomorrow. Help me take down some shelfs in the kitchen, so I can finish my painting. Have no idea when he comes. Mabye early. It's a posibillity I have to get up early tomorrow :-S &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Ellen texted me today. She wanted to meet me on saturday. :-) We're meeting for a noon-date downtown Oslo. She's in town to babesit her brothers kid. In the evening, I think there's my companies summer-party. I have to check that up; email or call my boss. I might just talk to her on msn. Easy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Chantie is back online and I like that! It's nice to talk to her. She called me yesterday, no it was monday i think... and that was cool. She told me about the concert in Malmö ;-) It's pure luck, she's not dead now. hihihi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Tjingeling!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Music: Per Gessle of course.... Tycker om när du tar på mej. And now Sakta mina steg (demo) started :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372347873855853166-201556181845170667?l=mazarinen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazarinen.blogspot.com/feeds/201556181845170667/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372347873855853166&amp;postID=201556181845170667' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372347873855853166/posts/default/201556181845170667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372347873855853166/posts/default/201556181845170667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazarinen.blogspot.com/2007/08/sha-la-la-la-laaa.html' title='Sha la la la laaa'/><author><name>Maz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18126133856112650100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372347873855853166.post-6668237511285802456</id><published>2007-08-07T10:03:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T10:16:41.647+02:00</updated><title type='text'>What to do next?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;What to do? The day has just started and I'm wondering what I'm going to do. I have lots of things I would like to do, but in which order? Where do I start?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Do I take a shower first? Or do I use the last of the pancake batter and make myself breakfast? I could also start in a whole another end and paint some in my kitchen. What I do has to be an inside-task, because I simply can't go out looking like I do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;You know, I'm doing a little expirement with my hair. I use to wash my hair every other day and my friend Chantie says that's too often. Her little brother, who was a hairdresser, said that once or twice a week is ok for your hair - not more. So I order to fix this and try to let my hair get used to not be washed that often, I have to not wash it. Last time I put shampoo in my hair was last thursday! My hair feels yucky. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;My plans for this day is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;paint some more in my kitchen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;buy some white painting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;dinner with Gro and Nicolay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;write on my story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;unpack my backpack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;go to my sisters apartment; water the flowers and pick up the mail &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Let's see when the day is over what is &lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;done. I've already been up for an hour without doing much real work other than tidy up a bit and water my plans. Let's hope this won't be a unproductive day... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Musci: Dixy - Per Gessle (one of his best songs from his new album 'En händig man'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372347873855853166-6668237511285802456?l=mazarinen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazarinen.blogspot.com/feeds/6668237511285802456/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372347873855853166&amp;postID=6668237511285802456' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372347873855853166/posts/default/6668237511285802456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372347873855853166/posts/default/6668237511285802456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazarinen.blogspot.com/2007/08/what-to-do-next.html' title='What to do next?'/><author><name>Maz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18126133856112650100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372347873855853166.post-1964733321401955616</id><published>2007-08-06T19:57:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T20:12:23.944+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A lazy monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;A week of my vacation is already eaten up. It's been blog-free. So, have I been too busy blogging? Näh. I had trouble with my belly last sunday and monday. I was worried it would affect my trip to Jönköping, but luckily it didnt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I had a blast in Jönköping. It was a superfun trip that ended way too soon. I'm in the making of a site about that trip where I will tell about it - show pics and a video too. It's not ready yet. I'll post a link when it is. In the meantime you can look at some pics of Per Gessle that I took (&lt;a href="http://www.liers-hq.no/per01.html"&gt;www.liers-hq.no/per01.html&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I spent my weekend at my parents' house. Friday evening my grandmother visited us. I had to pick her up from the elder-center. She'd forgotten it was the day were she was going to eat with us, so she was on her way to eat supper there. Rest of the weekend I spent writing on my story - I managed to write 16 pages!! Can't say I was very social, but I needed some Per-time. And I doubt any of my friends would go along with that. :-p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Now, it's monday and I've spent it in a relaxing way. I have done something worth mention - painted my kitchen. Not near finished, but I'm on it. Will paint some more later, if I'm up for it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Tomorow I'm invited to dinner with Gro and Nicolay. That will be great fun. I haven't seen them in a loooooong time. It's a shame, baby! She's invited me to go see Kent in Novenber. That will be great. Kent is cool. They're out with a new album this autumn, if i'm not mistaken. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Now, I think it's time for some icecream. And I need to go back to the TV. It's football. YAY. My fave team, LSK, is playing and they're in the lead by 1-0 over Strømsgodset. It's an home-match. I should've been there, but I'm not.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Tjing (like Per would've said)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;K. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Best i köket: nothing. All i hear is the football-commentators screaming from the livingroom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372347873855853166-1964733321401955616?l=mazarinen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazarinen.blogspot.com/feeds/1964733321401955616/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372347873855853166&amp;postID=1964733321401955616' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372347873855853166/posts/default/1964733321401955616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372347873855853166/posts/default/1964733321401955616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazarinen.blogspot.com/2007/08/lazy-monday.html' title='A lazy monday'/><author><name>Maz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18126133856112650100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372347873855853166.post-9109403406862246118</id><published>2007-07-29T16:21:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T16:29:22.823+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The day after</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I'm a bit off today; hungry and tired! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;My friend Lisbeth had a summerparty yesterday. I was there. Kim, a friend of hers, came and picked me up in his cab. We drove down in 1.5 hours or so. There were a bbq and drinks (wine, fizzy drinks, beer and other things that people had brought). We engaged in some heavily Singstar (ps2 karaokee). Oh god, I sang awefully. It's hard to hit right and hold the tune as long as required. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I went to bed at around 01:30 passed out by a headache. Crashed with only a tiny matrass seperating me from the floor. Not the best way to sleep, but you do what you have to do. I had one other choice - not sleep at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I didn't sleep that well. Was awake from time to time between 08 - 10; my belly was sort of revolting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;My belly is still not satisfied. I'm gonna try to cheer it up with some dinner; meatballs (from reindeer) and potatoes. Yummi! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Music from the kitchen: Sakta mina steg (demo)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372347873855853166-9109403406862246118?l=mazarinen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazarinen.blogspot.com/feeds/9109403406862246118/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372347873855853166&amp;postID=9109403406862246118' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372347873855853166/posts/default/9109403406862246118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372347873855853166/posts/default/9109403406862246118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazarinen.blogspot.com/2007/07/day-after.html' title='The day after'/><author><name>Maz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18126133856112650100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372347873855853166.post-9021594713525610753</id><published>2007-07-26T20:39:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T21:13:09.734+02:00</updated><title type='text'>En händig tjej til Jönköping</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I managed to survive the working day without dieing. There were some times I nearly died of boredom. After work I went downtown. There were some things I needed done. First I went and bought a lovely white wine called Green Gold. Mmmm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Then I went to H&amp;M to find some new sunglasses. It's really stupid to buy new ones, because I have to pair already and it's not any sunshine around here. Someone has painted the sky grey! But ... I'm allowed to dream, right? At H&amp;amp;M I found the cutest soap/shampoo-travelkit ever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpGaIi4RohU/Rqjq24TCIAI/AAAAAAAAABM/VT_X_fp8ikE/s1600-h/travelkit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091577607288397826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 171px" height="171" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpGaIi4RohU/Rqjq24TCIAI/AAAAAAAAABM/VT_X_fp8ikE/s320/travelkit.jpg" width="246" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hello Kitty is so cute, don't you think? I bought four bottles - one for shampoo, one for balsam and two for showergel. They will fit perfectly in my tolietbag. I like to travel light. Especially when I've going to Jönköping by bus. I have to bring a tent, sleepingback and a blow-up matrass among other things. Keep it small I say! I've bought a new tiny travel-sleeping bag and a matrass that is tiny as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;After H&amp;M I headed to Clas Ohlson. I love that store. You can get everything and it's not that expensive there either. I was on the hunt for a travel-speakes to connect my mp3-player to. Then it's possible to play music loud in the tent in Jönköping. I found what I had seen online and there was no question if I should buy it or not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpGaIi4RohU/Rqjq24TCIBI/AAAAAAAAABU/UY3QBIWcL7k/s1600-h/mp3kit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091577607288397842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 273px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px" height="154" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpGaIi4RohU/Rqjq24TCIBI/AAAAAAAAABU/UY3QBIWcL7k/s320/mp3kit.jpg" width="247" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;199 NOK. Not bad at all. I tested it when I came home. The sound is not bad at all. So for a while I had muisc coming from my kitchen. ;-) I listened to music while I unpacked all my new stuff, did the dishes and put on some laundry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I had to turn off the mp3 player and turn on the stereo later. Tehe mp3 player only contains Per-related songs. I wanted Ulf Lundell. Put on a best-of cd and listened to some great songs like Stackars Jack, Rom i Regnet and Danielas Hus. :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Now I've finished making a cute card for a friend of mine. I will write on my story for a while and hopefully go to bed early today. I have my doubts. Thursday is usually the day I don't give a fuck because it's friday the next day and that means weeekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I could really need some ice-cream now, but I don't have any. *pout* Oh well, the chocolate I have will do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Oh, one cool thing. My least fave football-team (VIF) from the highest division (Eliteserien) lost a match today. It was a cup-match and they played against Nybergsund / Trysil - a team from the second division. 3-1. VIF had a away-match. *grin* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Music: Per G. Kung av Sand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372347873855853166-9021594713525610753?l=mazarinen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazarinen.blogspot.com/feeds/9021594713525610753/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372347873855853166&amp;postID=9021594713525610753' title='1 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372347873855853166/posts/default/9021594713525610753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372347873855853166/posts/default/9021594713525610753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazarinen.blogspot.com/2007/07/en-hndig-tjej-til-jnkping.html' title='En händig tjej til Jönköping'/><author><name>Maz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18126133856112650100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpGaIi4RohU/Rqjq24TCIAI/AAAAAAAAABM/VT_X_fp8ikE/s72-c/travelkit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372347873855853166.post-5747345787890322925</id><published>2007-07-26T11:24:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T13:31:05.881+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A lazy slut</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Hmm. Why am I here? I should be working, shouldn't I? I know at least two people who would nod their head repeatedly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I'm really not in the mood for working. In front of me I have a pile with documents bigger than Mont Blanc that needs to be scanned. It's not fun, but it needs to be done. And here at the office, I'm the scanner-queen. YAY...! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I wait for Chantie to come online. She totally offline, not even lurking, it seems. Sigh. Maybe that's good? At least, by having her offline, there's a slight chance I will be able to work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Hey, I've now scanned one document and an agreement. *sly face* Oh, and here goes another one :-p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I've tried to put myself in the poetic corner. It didn't go well. This is what wrote...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#339999;"&gt;You speak to me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#339999;"&gt;like few has done before. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#339999;"&gt;Your voice is lovely &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#339999;"&gt;I want more and more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I know, I just write gibberish. But hey, what can you do on a day like this? It's cloudy, not even a sign of single sunbeam. Per's summertunes keep the summer alive in my head, thank god for that. Now wait, why thank god? It's Per that needs to be thanked. So thank Per for that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;OK, it's time to end this bullshit and get some real work done!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Music: Mr. Gessle - Sheena is a punk rocker (Ramones cover) and four Mazarin-songs (På promenad gennom stan, Sakta mina steg (demo), Här kommer alla känslorna (på en och samma gång) and Vilket håll du än går (demo))&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372347873855853166-5747345787890322925?l=mazarinen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazarinen.blogspot.com/feeds/5747345787890322925/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372347873855853166&amp;postID=5747345787890322925' title='1 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372347873855853166/posts/default/5747345787890322925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372347873855853166/posts/default/5747345787890322925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazarinen.blogspot.com/2007/07/lazy-slut.html' title='A lazy slut'/><author><name>Maz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18126133856112650100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372347873855853166.post-3945990453127644558</id><published>2007-07-26T08:34:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T09:24:26.042+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Soon vacation</title><content type='html'>You didn't held your breaht, did you? If so... what can I say? I told you so! :-p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 8.37 in the morning and I'm so no awake. My head is heavy as a rock and my belly is soon revolting if I don't eat anything. At the same time, it feels like it will revole IF I eat too. Bah! If I'd only been in bed under a warm blanket. Mmmmm. But no... I'm stuck at work - slaving for my employer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god, it's joint vacation so the customers aren't calling. Only a few now and then. If things had been on full speed this week I would have collapsed long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only this day and tomorrow, and then I'll start me three-week vacation. Oh man, that will be heavenly good. My plans for my three weeks is as following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- summerparty at Lisbeth.&lt;br /&gt;- write on my story&lt;br /&gt;- listen to Per Gessle and learn lyrics&lt;br /&gt;- three day trip to Jönköping to see Per live for the first time ever. YAY! I'll see &lt;a href="http://gungar.blogspot.com/"&gt;Chantie&lt;/a&gt; again too. Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;- write more on my story ;-)&lt;br /&gt;- redo my kitchen; paint, new cupboards, shelves, lamps etc. I'll be paying someone to do it, of course. I'm not &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;händig ;-)&lt;br /&gt;- summerparty with my colleagues.&lt;br /&gt;- sleep a lot&lt;br /&gt;- use my Canon 400D and take some grand shots and place them on &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/52609529@N00/"&gt;Flickr&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it. Other things may happen. We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah. There will be some football-matches too, hopefully. I went to see my fave team, Lillestrøm Sportsklubb (LSK) yesterday. It was an awefully bad match. The first 45 mins LSK didn't have ONE attempt on goal. :-S They scored on a penalty when it was 15 mins. left. That's the only way they could win that match... to get a penalty. Bad, ay? *nod*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... maybe it's time to go back to work - to be an office-slut? Sigh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY, for blogging again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music: Tunes from the radio (Coldplay as we speak)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372347873855853166-3945990453127644558?l=mazarinen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazarinen.blogspot.com/feeds/3945990453127644558/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372347873855853166&amp;postID=3945990453127644558' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372347873855853166/posts/default/3945990453127644558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372347873855853166/posts/default/3945990453127644558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazarinen.blogspot.com/2007/07/soon-vacation.html' title='Soon vacation'/><author><name>Maz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18126133856112650100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372347873855853166.post-4789118892517782592</id><published>2007-07-15T16:50:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T16:56:16.320+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahem....</title><content type='html'>What am I doing here? I have no idea.  Blogging is not something I'm very good at. I love writing, and I do am capable of writing a lot ot gibberish. But...  I'm not very endurable. I don't have four Duracell-batteries stuck in my back and can't go on and on and on and on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, don't hold your breath and hope for new entires every day. Not even every other day. Once a week maybe, if we're lucky. Extremely lucky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372347873855853166-4789118892517782592?l=mazarinen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazarinen.blogspot.com/feeds/4789118892517782592/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372347873855853166&amp;postID=4789118892517782592' title='1 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372347873855853166/posts/default/4789118892517782592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372347873855853166/posts/default/4789118892517782592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazarinen.blogspot.com/2007/07/ahem.html' title='Ahem....'/><author><name>Maz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18126133856112650100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
