<?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-6187220524541455847</id><updated>2011-08-03T02:56:43.157+02:00</updated><title type='text'>en finurlig verden</title><subtitle type='html'>en plass for tanker og andre betenkeligheter...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bustetrollet.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187220524541455847/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bustetrollet.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>karenelise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17230152128083738406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VgH3TJ3xfBg/S4qy7uh45qI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/fldlaouYRvQ/S220/S5004371.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6187220524541455847.post-7626937320568083236</id><published>2009-09-28T00:27:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T01:14:45.142+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;sand&lt;/span&gt; - små, harde korn av forvitrede bergarter... det er definisjonen på hjerte mitt for øyeblikket.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6187220524541455847-7626937320568083236?l=bustetrollet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bustetrollet.blogspot.com/feeds/7626937320568083236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6187220524541455847&amp;postID=7626937320568083236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187220524541455847/posts/default/7626937320568083236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187220524541455847/posts/default/7626937320568083236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bustetrollet.blogspot.com/2009/09/sand-sma-harde-korn-av-forvitrede.html' title=''/><author><name>karenelise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17230152128083738406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VgH3TJ3xfBg/S4qy7uh45qI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/fldlaouYRvQ/S220/S5004371.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6187220524541455847.post-318059091010504757</id><published>2009-09-22T00:06:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T00:09:13.022+02:00</updated><title type='text'>å fryse..</title><content type='html'>fryse frøs el. frøys, frosset (norr frjósa)&lt;br /&gt;  1 bli til is, bli dekket av is, stivne; bli frostskadet, lage tele; være frostvær vannet, potetene, marka f-r / elva f-r til blir helt dekket med is / det f-r (på) ute er frost, blir tele el. rim / vannledningen er frosset&lt;br /&gt;  2 være plaget av kulde jeg f-r / f- på føttene / f- i hjel&lt;br /&gt;  3 holde i en uendret tilstand, låse; stoppe på et visst nivå f- fast priser, kapital / f- (fast) tallet på utplasserte mellomdistanseraketter / i film, fjernsyn: f- et bilde (etter eng.) stanse, holde fast / f- ned (en plan) utsette, legge på is&lt;br /&gt;  4 være kjølig og avvisende mot bli frosset ut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;akkurat nå fryser jeg...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6187220524541455847-318059091010504757?l=bustetrollet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bustetrollet.blogspot.com/feeds/318059091010504757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6187220524541455847&amp;postID=318059091010504757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187220524541455847/posts/default/318059091010504757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187220524541455847/posts/default/318059091010504757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bustetrollet.blogspot.com/2009/09/fryser.html' title='å fryse..'/><author><name>karenelise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17230152128083738406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VgH3TJ3xfBg/S4qy7uh45qI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/fldlaouYRvQ/S220/S5004371.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6187220524541455847.post-3580388206109638176</id><published>2009-09-10T15:59:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T16:06:04.373+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"My life was an unending, unchanging midnight. It must, by necessity, always be midnight for me. So how was it possible that the sun was rising now, in the middle of my midnight?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6187220524541455847-3580388206109638176?l=bustetrollet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bustetrollet.blogspot.com/feeds/3580388206109638176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6187220524541455847&amp;postID=3580388206109638176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187220524541455847/posts/default/3580388206109638176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187220524541455847/posts/default/3580388206109638176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bustetrollet.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-life-was-unending-unchanging.html' title=''/><author><name>karenelise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17230152128083738406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VgH3TJ3xfBg/S4qy7uh45qI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/fldlaouYRvQ/S220/S5004371.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6187220524541455847.post-8662260604074361886</id><published>2009-09-01T18:31:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T18:46:52.635+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>stille, vakre, vene, milde... &lt;br /&gt;Regnet pisker mot vindusruta, rommet innenfor er dunkelt og celloen gråter i bakgrunnen. Idag går det i filmmusikken til Pride and Prejudice. Jeg må bare innse det, jeg er en håpløs romantiker.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6187220524541455847-8662260604074361886?l=bustetrollet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bustetrollet.blogspot.com/feeds/8662260604074361886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6187220524541455847&amp;postID=8662260604074361886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187220524541455847/posts/default/8662260604074361886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187220524541455847/posts/default/8662260604074361886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bustetrollet.blogspot.com/2009/09/stille-vakre-vene-milde.html' title=''/><author><name>karenelise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17230152128083738406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VgH3TJ3xfBg/S4qy7uh45qI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/fldlaouYRvQ/S220/S5004371.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6187220524541455847.post-2695806880596960838</id><published>2009-08-31T22:38:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T22:52:03.514+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Claire De Lune og selveste Cullen</title><content type='html'>Det er rart hvor stor makt musikk har over tankelivet. Jeg trodde jeg hadde klart å legge den psykedeliske fasinasjonen over Twilight-bøkene bak meg, men den gang ei. Helt tilfeldig valgte jeg å høre på Debussy, og PANG - tanken ilte straks i retning Forks og regntunge bronselokker.. stupforelska... igjen!!! Det er bare å gi seg hen til dagdrømmer... tenke på krystall og iskald hud, topasøyne... trær, skumring, poesi.. det er rett og slett herlige følelser.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6187220524541455847-2695806880596960838?l=bustetrollet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bustetrollet.blogspot.com/feeds/2695806880596960838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6187220524541455847&amp;postID=2695806880596960838' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187220524541455847/posts/default/2695806880596960838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187220524541455847/posts/default/2695806880596960838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bustetrollet.blogspot.com/2009/08/claire-de-lune-og-selveste-cullen.html' title='Claire De Lune og selveste Cullen'/><author><name>karenelise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17230152128083738406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VgH3TJ3xfBg/S4qy7uh45qI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/fldlaouYRvQ/S220/S5004371.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6187220524541455847.post-6318066681965844686</id><published>2009-07-27T23:59:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T00:09:05.839+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bylivet har vist seg fra en mer eklere side den siste tiden. Det har nok trolig alltid vært slik, sikkert bare meg som ikke har lagt merke til det.. Men hva er det med smågutter og klåing?! Tror jeg holder på å bli GAL!! Og hvordan de snakker til jenter, og ikke minst OM jenter?! Satt på bussen her for noen dager siden, rett ved siden av en gutt mitt i tyveårene. Greit, han var nordlending (og som nordlenning kan jeg si dette) så kan en si mye bull uten at en skal ta det for serriøst, men dette var laaaaangt over grensa! Det var høyt snakk om jenta han skulle møte dagen etterpå. Og det var ikke lite og mye diskre forklaring av hvordan kroppen til jenta var. show some respect ass!! Frykter jeg er i gang med å bli en mannehater...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6187220524541455847-6318066681965844686?l=bustetrollet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bustetrollet.blogspot.com/feeds/6318066681965844686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6187220524541455847&amp;postID=6318066681965844686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187220524541455847/posts/default/6318066681965844686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187220524541455847/posts/default/6318066681965844686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bustetrollet.blogspot.com/2009/07/bylivet-har-vist-seg-fra-en-mer-eklere.html' title=''/><author><name>karenelise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17230152128083738406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VgH3TJ3xfBg/S4qy7uh45qI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/fldlaouYRvQ/S220/S5004371.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6187220524541455847.post-4561535290258482677</id><published>2009-07-23T00:04:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T00:10:47.280+02:00</updated><title type='text'>når ord ikke er nok</title><content type='html'>............... !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ...................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6187220524541455847-4561535290258482677?l=bustetrollet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bustetrollet.blogspot.com/feeds/4561535290258482677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6187220524541455847&amp;postID=4561535290258482677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187220524541455847/posts/default/4561535290258482677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187220524541455847/posts/default/4561535290258482677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bustetrollet.blogspot.com/2009/07/nar-ord-ikke-er-nok.html' title='når ord ikke er nok'/><author><name>karenelise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17230152128083738406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VgH3TJ3xfBg/S4qy7uh45qI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/fldlaouYRvQ/S220/S5004371.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6187220524541455847.post-7079314025613351623</id><published>2009-06-28T15:02:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T15:09:08.793+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Filmmusikk</title><content type='html'>En skjønner at en er avhengig når en kun vil gå på kino for å høre det musikalske geniet Hans Zimmer. Jeg har sett Engler og Demoner to ganger nå og må igrunnen holde meg fast i dørkarmen for å holde meg hjemme. Filmen var bra den, men det som fikk gåsehuden til å stå loddrett opp var musikken til zimmer og fiolinen til Joshua Bell. Det finnes kun et ord; WOW!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6187220524541455847-7079314025613351623?l=bustetrollet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bustetrollet.blogspot.com/feeds/7079314025613351623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6187220524541455847&amp;postID=7079314025613351623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187220524541455847/posts/default/7079314025613351623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187220524541455847/posts/default/7079314025613351623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bustetrollet.blogspot.com/2009/06/filmmusikk.html' title='Filmmusikk'/><author><name>karenelise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17230152128083738406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VgH3TJ3xfBg/S4qy7uh45qI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/fldlaouYRvQ/S220/S5004371.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6187220524541455847.post-7514088902276621597</id><published>2009-06-15T00:12:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T00:26:37.801+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Det er nervepirrende å tenke på at det kun er måneder igjen til jeg vender snuten østover. MEN hvor utrolig spennende! Jeg tar meg selv i å ligge i senga om natten, stirrende i taket mens jeg drømmer meg bort i åskammer og et herlig folk. Jeg ser for meg storslått natur, ekte og gjestfrie mennesker, utfordringer, erfaringer og livsglede! Sist, men ikke minst har jeg store forventninger til hva Gud vil overraske en med. Er det en ting jeg har lært så er det at han alltid snur opp ned på situasjoner og overrasker en totalt. Jøye meg hvor jeg gleder meg!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6187220524541455847-7514088902276621597?l=bustetrollet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bustetrollet.blogspot.com/feeds/7514088902276621597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6187220524541455847&amp;postID=7514088902276621597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187220524541455847/posts/default/7514088902276621597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187220524541455847/posts/default/7514088902276621597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bustetrollet.blogspot.com/2009/06/det-er-nervepirrende-tenke-pa-at-det.html' title=''/><author><name>karenelise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17230152128083738406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VgH3TJ3xfBg/S4qy7uh45qI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/fldlaouYRvQ/S220/S5004371.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6187220524541455847.post-8538342545523216507</id><published>2009-05-15T00:09:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T00:15:49.959+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Det er alltid spennende å komme over ny og inspirerende musikk! Har en lyst til å trekke seg tilbake til høye fjell, østlige strøk, eller drømme seg bort til kiowastammenes riker så er det bare å sjekke ut artistene nedenfor:&lt;br /&gt;Armand Amar&lt;br /&gt;Lévon Minassian&lt;br /&gt;Mark Mancina&lt;br /&gt;Krys Mach&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6187220524541455847-8538342545523216507?l=bustetrollet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bustetrollet.blogspot.com/feeds/8538342545523216507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6187220524541455847&amp;postID=8538342545523216507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187220524541455847/posts/default/8538342545523216507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187220524541455847/posts/default/8538342545523216507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bustetrollet.blogspot.com/2009/05/det-er-alltid-spennende-komme-over-ny.html' title=''/><author><name>karenelise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17230152128083738406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VgH3TJ3xfBg/S4qy7uh45qI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/fldlaouYRvQ/S220/S5004371.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6187220524541455847.post-1009900357478762558</id><published>2009-04-24T01:23:00.009+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T01:39:09.683+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.salon.com/ent/movies/review/2005/11/11/pride_prejudice/story.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 290px;" src="http://images.salon.com/ent/movies/review/2005/11/11/pride_prejudice/story.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Våren er her, og det merkes. Jeg tar meg selv i å dagdrømme om mr Darcy, Edward Cullen og andre rett og slett uvirkelige vesener. Gud la der finnes et slikt levende og virkelig menneske der ute. I mens får jeg bare drømme og lese bøker, eller se en film til nøds dersom lengselen blir alt for stor . For å gi et innblikk i hva jeg snakker om må jeg bare dele noen ord ytret av den fabelaktige Darcy (Matthew Macfadyen) i filmen "Pride and prejudice":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You must know... surely, you must know it was all for you. You are too generous to trifle with me. I believe you spoke with my aunt last night, and it has taught me to hope as I'd scarcely allowed myself before. If your feelings are still what they were last April, tell me so at once. My affections and wishes have not changed, but one word from you will silence me forever. If, however, your feelings have changed, I will have to tell you: you have bewitched me, body and soul, and I love, I love, I love you. I never wish to be parted from you from this day on."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6187220524541455847-1009900357478762558?l=bustetrollet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bustetrollet.blogspot.com/feeds/1009900357478762558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6187220524541455847&amp;postID=1009900357478762558' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187220524541455847/posts/default/1009900357478762558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187220524541455847/posts/default/1009900357478762558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bustetrollet.blogspot.com/2009/04/varen-er-her-og-det-merkes.html' title=''/><author><name>karenelise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17230152128083738406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VgH3TJ3xfBg/S4qy7uh45qI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/fldlaouYRvQ/S220/S5004371.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6187220524541455847.post-7443503891426900719</id><published>2009-04-09T21:14:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T21:15:25.605+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Så skimrande var aldrig havet&lt;br /&gt;och stranden aldrig så befriande,&lt;br /&gt;fälten, ängarna och träden, aldrig så vackra&lt;br /&gt;och blommorna aldrig så ljuvligt doftande&lt;br /&gt;som när du gick vid min sida&lt;br /&gt;mot solnedgången, aftonen den underbara,&lt;br /&gt;då dina lockar dolde mig för världen,&lt;br /&gt;medan du dränkte alla mina sorger,&lt;br /&gt;älskling,&lt;br /&gt;i din första kyss."&lt;br /&gt;-Evert Taube-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6187220524541455847-7443503891426900719?l=bustetrollet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bustetrollet.blogspot.com/feeds/7443503891426900719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6187220524541455847&amp;postID=7443503891426900719' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187220524541455847/posts/default/7443503891426900719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187220524541455847/posts/default/7443503891426900719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bustetrollet.blogspot.com/2009/04/sa-skimrande-var-aldrig-havet-och.html' title=''/><author><name>karenelise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17230152128083738406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VgH3TJ3xfBg/S4qy7uh45qI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/fldlaouYRvQ/S220/S5004371.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6187220524541455847.post-7892644381576745771</id><published>2009-03-31T21:53:00.011+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T22:37:37.165+02:00</updated><title type='text'>noen uvanlige beslutninger på en dag.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.asianheritagetreks.com/nepal/images/map_of_nepal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.asianheritagetreks.com/nepal/images/map_of_nepal.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dagen startet med å sende søknad til normisjonen angående opphold i nepal, fikk svar noen timer etterpå, det lar seg gjøre, men må bare igjennom noen intervjuer først:) Men da blir oppgaven min engelsklærer. Det kommer til å bli så spennende!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kvelden ble avsluttet med årsmøte i Menneskverd Sør-Trøndelag hvor jeg endte opp som formann to år fremover. Dette er en oppgave jeg gleder meg til å ta fatt på!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://eq5.net/img/lfimg/menneskeverdlogo-s.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 113px; height: 113px;" src="http://eq5.net/img/lfimg/menneskeverdlogo-s.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.menneskeverd.org"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6187220524541455847-7892644381576745771?l=bustetrollet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bustetrollet.blogspot.com/feeds/7892644381576745771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6187220524541455847&amp;postID=7892644381576745771' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187220524541455847/posts/default/7892644381576745771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187220524541455847/posts/default/7892644381576745771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bustetrollet.blogspot.com/2009/03/mange-tanker-og-beslutninger-pa-en-dag.html' title='noen uvanlige beslutninger på en dag.'/><author><name>karenelise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17230152128083738406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VgH3TJ3xfBg/S4qy7uh45qI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/fldlaouYRvQ/S220/S5004371.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6187220524541455847.post-7156458692286899650</id><published>2009-03-29T12:41:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T12:45:58.587+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>finurlig hvordan solstråler endrer kursen :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6187220524541455847-7156458692286899650?l=bustetrollet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bustetrollet.blogspot.com/feeds/7156458692286899650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6187220524541455847&amp;postID=7156458692286899650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187220524541455847/posts/default/7156458692286899650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187220524541455847/posts/default/7156458692286899650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bustetrollet.blogspot.com/2009/03/finurlig-hvordan-solstraler-endrer.html' title=''/><author><name>karenelise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17230152128083738406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VgH3TJ3xfBg/S4qy7uh45qI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/fldlaouYRvQ/S220/S5004371.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6187220524541455847.post-4238603432108871372</id><published>2009-03-19T22:04:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T22:17:03.291+01:00</updated><title type='text'>jordskjelv i fundamentet...</title><content type='html'>Igjen, så skjer det. En tror at livet er herlig, at livet er bra. Og ja, livet er det i store trekk. Og spesielt har det vært det den siste tiden. Og slik vil det være til noe helt fundamentalt plutselig raser sammen. Og idag, så skjedde det. Igjen! Hva skal en gjøre når noe nok en gang skjer i familien, noe en ikke trodde var mulig? Nei, ikke vet jeg. Noen ganger skjønner jeg ikke hvorfor en i det hele tatt skal bry seg med å forstå alt, for noen nytte har det ikke. For noen dager siden var jeg meget fornøyd, hjernen var alene, hørte på musikk og tankene vandret dit de tilfeldigvis vandret.. stillheten rådet der inne. Og nå, fullstendig kaos. Jeg begriper ikke hvorfor Gud skapte meg med et nordnorsk følelsesspekter. Det kan jo ikke gagne noen! Det er nesten som om jeg ser for meg at noen sitter og ler av meg nå, for igrunnen er jeg kun et kronisk tilfelle av ragnarok.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6187220524541455847-4238603432108871372?l=bustetrollet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bustetrollet.blogspot.com/feeds/4238603432108871372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6187220524541455847&amp;postID=4238603432108871372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187220524541455847/posts/default/4238603432108871372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187220524541455847/posts/default/4238603432108871372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bustetrollet.blogspot.com/2009/03/jordskjelv-i-fundamentet.html' title='jordskjelv i fundamentet...'/><author><name>karenelise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17230152128083738406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VgH3TJ3xfBg/S4qy7uh45qI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/fldlaouYRvQ/S220/S5004371.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6187220524541455847.post-4857455330377137370</id><published>2009-03-13T00:08:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T00:11:38.002+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Andvari... Takk.... Sigur Rós er den beste medisin for hjerte i natten... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tankene stille og fredfulle... hjernen vandrer alene...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6187220524541455847-4857455330377137370?l=bustetrollet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bustetrollet.blogspot.com/feeds/4857455330377137370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6187220524541455847&amp;postID=4857455330377137370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187220524541455847/posts/default/4857455330377137370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187220524541455847/posts/default/4857455330377137370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bustetrollet.blogspot.com/2009/03/andvari.html' title=''/><author><name>karenelise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17230152128083738406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VgH3TJ3xfBg/S4qy7uh45qI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/fldlaouYRvQ/S220/S5004371.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6187220524541455847.post-109734786337461233</id><published>2008-12-27T14:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T14:46:38.001+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nå er det bare tre timer igjen av vakta :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6187220524541455847-109734786337461233?l=bustetrollet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bustetrollet.blogspot.com/feeds/109734786337461233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6187220524541455847&amp;postID=109734786337461233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187220524541455847/posts/default/109734786337461233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187220524541455847/posts/default/109734786337461233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bustetrollet.blogspot.com/2008/12/n-er-det-bare-tre-timer-igjen-av-vakta.html' title=''/><author><name>karenelise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17230152128083738406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VgH3TJ3xfBg/S4qy7uh45qI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/fldlaouYRvQ/S220/S5004371.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6187220524541455847.post-3998918738262076343</id><published>2008-12-27T12:55:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T12:58:08.714+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>jobb, jobb og atter jobb! penger og mat må kroppen ha så kan jo ikke klage, men akkurat nå vil jeg helst sitte hjemme med en varm kopp te på bordet med heklinga i handa...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6187220524541455847-3998918738262076343?l=bustetrollet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bustetrollet.blogspot.com/feeds/3998918738262076343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6187220524541455847&amp;postID=3998918738262076343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187220524541455847/posts/default/3998918738262076343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187220524541455847/posts/default/3998918738262076343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bustetrollet.blogspot.com/2008/12/jobb-jobb-og-atter-jobb-penger-og-mat-m.html' title=''/><author><name>karenelise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17230152128083738406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VgH3TJ3xfBg/S4qy7uh45qI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/fldlaouYRvQ/S220/S5004371.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6187220524541455847.post-783508673958100771</id><published>2008-12-06T02:18:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T14:55:31.431+01:00</updated><title type='text'>svermerier..</title><content type='html'>Det har slått meg at julen medbringer mange uforståelige vesner. Når jeg nå tenker meg om så vil jeg faktisk kalle dem romvesner. Det er ikke bare nisser med både røde og blå luer, heller ikke bare småtråll og skumle nåsåer som plutselig spretter opp. Nei, julen fremkaller også de såkalte svermerne. Hvordan kan man lokalisere disse? Du lurer garantert på hva en svermer er. Det er ikke en vinter(sommer)fugl, men jeg kan love deg; du har garantert sett en før! De forflytter seg gjerne i par, den ene gjerne mer hårete enn den andre. Parringstiden er utpå vårparten så da florerer de i hopetall, men på sensommeren og høsten forsvinner de, i allefall flesteparten av dem. Det kan nesten virke som om de går i hi, for så å dukke opp igjen i månedskifte november/desember. Du kan nesten se dem på hvert et gatehjørne eller skøytende hånd i hånd på glattisen. Ved flere anledninger kan det nesten virke som om den ene av svermeren får et vilt anfall og trenger livskraft fra den andre. Måten dette gjennomføres på er ta tak i motparten, presse lydåpningen mot den andres, for så å suge livskraft eller hva det må være ut av motparten. HJELP DETTE ER SKUMMELT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6187220524541455847-783508673958100771?l=bustetrollet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bustetrollet.blogspot.com/feeds/783508673958100771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6187220524541455847&amp;postID=783508673958100771' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187220524541455847/posts/default/783508673958100771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187220524541455847/posts/default/783508673958100771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bustetrollet.blogspot.com/2008/12/svermerier.html' title='svermerier..'/><author><name>karenelise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17230152128083738406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VgH3TJ3xfBg/S4qy7uh45qI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/fldlaouYRvQ/S220/S5004371.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6187220524541455847.post-8461816182057062253</id><published>2008-11-25T00:50:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T02:00:05.551+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Julen</title><content type='html'>Det er november og en har på tross av det hatt jul i en drøy måned nå. Julen preger bybildet, julemusikken har sånn smått begynt å dure på høytalerne, men værst av alt så har julemarsipanen hatt sin plass i butikkhyllene siden sist jul (kanskje litt overdrevet!??). Egentlig lever jeg for å dyrke all type nostalgi og da særskilt den julen medbringer, men i år kan det bli vel mye. Samfunnets grådighet og materialisme er rett og slett kvelende, men likevell klarer jeg ikke å motstå fristelsene. Julebrusen har gått ned på høykant og planene for julemat og hygge er allerede i boks. Julemusikken er kjøpt og venter på å bli spilt, julebordet er gjennomført og julegavene er snart unnagjort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julens budskap om glede, fred og forsoning er kun vage minner for mange, men har for meg all betydning da jeg virkelig tror på det som skjedde under Betlehemstjernen for 2000 år siden. Den har i de siste åtte årene vært min styrke, glede og inspirasjon. I år skal jeg som så mange andre feire julen alene. Å feire jul alene i en storby er ifølge mange ganske så labert, og den følelsen har absolutt gjort seg til kjenne den siste tiden. Den vonde og kvalme klumpen som noen ganger vokser i magen har ved flere anledninger presset seg opp mot halsen, men tar jeg alternativet i betraktning så får jeg heller bite i meg denne følelsen. Jeg tar utdanning, har jobb, har mat på bordet og fantastiske venner som bryr seg, og det er mer enn hva man kan forlange. Så det å feire julen alene med en søt kanin i nyoppusset leilighet med fred og ro får være nostalgi nok for i år. Så god jul!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6187220524541455847-8461816182057062253?l=bustetrollet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bustetrollet.blogspot.com/feeds/8461816182057062253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6187220524541455847&amp;postID=8461816182057062253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187220524541455847/posts/default/8461816182057062253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187220524541455847/posts/default/8461816182057062253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bustetrollet.blogspot.com/2008/11/julen.html' title='Julen'/><author><name>karenelise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17230152128083738406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VgH3TJ3xfBg/S4qy7uh45qI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/fldlaouYRvQ/S220/S5004371.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6187220524541455847.post-5863664304776720141</id><published>2008-10-30T00:30:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T00:35:18.521+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nå må jeg bare skrive. Igjen har klokken passert midnatt, og igjen er jeg så overmåte skuffet over verden. Man går rundt og tror det beste om mennesker, men gang på gang skjer det noe som alltid viser det motsatte. Gud hvor jeg lengter nordover til langstrake øde områder der en kun hører vindsus og fuglekvitter, frostrøyk og nordlys. Neste år drar jeg hjem igjen, til det langstrake nord.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6187220524541455847-5863664304776720141?l=bustetrollet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bustetrollet.blogspot.com/feeds/5863664304776720141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6187220524541455847&amp;postID=5863664304776720141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187220524541455847/posts/default/5863664304776720141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187220524541455847/posts/default/5863664304776720141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bustetrollet.blogspot.com/2008/10/nu-m-jeg-bare-skrive.html' title=''/><author><name>karenelise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17230152128083738406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VgH3TJ3xfBg/S4qy7uh45qI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/fldlaouYRvQ/S220/S5004371.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6187220524541455847.post-5239717173482890974</id><published>2008-09-01T01:19:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T01:28:16.988+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heisann! For fem minutter siden fikk jeg plutselig en uoverkommelig lyst til å slette alle mine tidligere blogginnlegg, noe som nå er gjort. Høsten er her, og for meg betyr det starten på nye muligheter, nye tanker og nye drømmer om fremtiden. Men klokken er godt over midnatt, noe som er vanlig når jeg logger inn her, så senga brøler så høyt at jeg rett og slett ikke orker å utdype de tankene nå. Så med andre ord, god natt!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6187220524541455847-5239717173482890974?l=bustetrollet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bustetrollet.blogspot.com/feeds/5239717173482890974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6187220524541455847&amp;postID=5239717173482890974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187220524541455847/posts/default/5239717173482890974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187220524541455847/posts/default/5239717173482890974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bustetrollet.blogspot.com/2008/09/heisann-for-fem-minutter-siden-fikk-jeg.html' title=''/><author><name>karenelise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17230152128083738406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VgH3TJ3xfBg/S4qy7uh45qI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/fldlaouYRvQ/S220/S5004371.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
