<?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-3251134197038076443</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:06:49.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ztripe.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251134197038076443/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ztripe.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ole-Marius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15803652116366029725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GcMhOjVWSRA/SVa-IsFcmtI/AAAAAAAAAIs/KLZ1YIMNnY0/S220/h+009.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3251134197038076443.post-4864405859209985614</id><published>2008-05-19T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T08:26:23.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Once I wrote a lot of poems&lt;br /&gt;every day I sat down writing&lt;br /&gt;pouring my heart out&lt;br /&gt;for this one boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I found my boy,&lt;br /&gt;told me we could not be&lt;br /&gt;he was not ready...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went from loving to heartbroken&lt;br /&gt;I could not believe&lt;br /&gt;the time went bye so fast&lt;br /&gt;he did not want me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promised myself to not&lt;br /&gt;fall for a boy for a while,&lt;br /&gt;I felt alone and not important&lt;br /&gt;I felt like a drop of water in the big sea..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone aroud me had a girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;or a boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;I envied them for looking&lt;br /&gt;so happy..&lt;br /&gt;I wanted that to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you showd up&lt;br /&gt;I was not interested at first&lt;br /&gt;but I fell for you&lt;br /&gt;I fell hard&lt;br /&gt;you took my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now,&lt;br /&gt;I sit here again writing..&lt;br /&gt;poems to you&lt;br /&gt;I hope you love them&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3251134197038076443-4864405859209985614?l=ztripe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ztripe.blogspot.com/feeds/4864405859209985614/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3251134197038076443&amp;postID=4864405859209985614' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251134197038076443/posts/default/4864405859209985614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251134197038076443/posts/default/4864405859209985614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ztripe.blogspot.com/2008/05/once-i-wrote-lot-of-poems-every-day-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Ole-Marius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15803652116366029725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GcMhOjVWSRA/SVa-IsFcmtI/AAAAAAAAAIs/KLZ1YIMNnY0/S220/h+009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3251134197038076443.post-5232628980426319589</id><published>2008-05-06T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T15:32:54.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>jeg kom over noe en hadde sakt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that,&lt;br /&gt;as a culture,&lt;br /&gt; we are more comfortable seeing&lt;br /&gt;two men holding guns than&lt;br /&gt;holding hands?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''Ernest gaines''&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3251134197038076443-5232628980426319589?l=ztripe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ztripe.blogspot.com/feeds/5232628980426319589/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3251134197038076443&amp;postID=5232628980426319589' title='1 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251134197038076443/posts/default/5232628980426319589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251134197038076443/posts/default/5232628980426319589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ztripe.blogspot.com/2008/05/jeg-kom-over-noe-en-hadde-sakt-why-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Ole-Marius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15803652116366029725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GcMhOjVWSRA/SVa-IsFcmtI/AAAAAAAAAIs/KLZ1YIMNnY0/S220/h+009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3251134197038076443.post-4604423905767409148</id><published>2008-04-06T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T15:00:26.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GcMhOjVWSRA/R_lHxNrImoI/AAAAAAAAABY/d5WP-1ijvGQ/s1600-h/Sara-og-Ole-Marius-redigert.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186255356703578754" style="WIDTH: 470px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 332px" height="307" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GcMhOjVWSRA/R_lHxNrImoI/AAAAAAAAABY/d5WP-1ijvGQ/s400/Sara-og-Ole-Marius-redigert.gif" width="419" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It says it all &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3251134197038076443-4604423905767409148?l=ztripe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ztripe.blogspot.com/feeds/4604423905767409148/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3251134197038076443&amp;postID=4604423905767409148' title='1 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251134197038076443/posts/default/4604423905767409148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251134197038076443/posts/default/4604423905767409148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ztripe.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Ole-Marius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15803652116366029725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GcMhOjVWSRA/SVa-IsFcmtI/AAAAAAAAAIs/KLZ1YIMNnY0/S220/h+009.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GcMhOjVWSRA/R_lHxNrImoI/AAAAAAAAABY/d5WP-1ijvGQ/s72-c/Sara-og-Ole-Marius-redigert.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3251134197038076443.post-8319610217731889806</id><published>2008-04-06T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T14:55:29.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>alle lure på hva som er meningen med livet... Om det er kjærlighet, krig, fred... Er det ikke bare lettere å prøve å leve livet som man vil? Gjøre så godt man kan å trives i denne lille verden, en liten verden blandt mange andre, akkurat som alle mennesker, en liten del av en stor befolkning. em befolkning som vokser og lever på en liten planet, jorden. Vi er en liten del av noe stort. men hvor ender alt? Og hva er grunnen til at alt er som det er? Det er et spørsmål alle stiller, forskere har prøvd å få en maskin til å finne det ut, og svaret til det var noen tall. Kanskje meningen med livet var så stort at maskinen ikke klarte å få fram mer enn bare tall, kanskje det er tallet på orda eller setningene i det som var forklaringe, den var så stor at den ikke fikk plass på et papir? Hva vet vel jeg?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Det jeg kan si for min del er at meningen med livet er å være fornøyd med seg selv, det er så mange som ikke er fornøy med seg selv. De har kanskje stor selvtillit, men selvbildet derimot er kanskje ikke det samme som selvtilitten.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3251134197038076443-8319610217731889806?l=ztripe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ztripe.blogspot.com/feeds/8319610217731889806/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3251134197038076443&amp;postID=8319610217731889806' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251134197038076443/posts/default/8319610217731889806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251134197038076443/posts/default/8319610217731889806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ztripe.blogspot.com/2008/04/alle-lure-p-hva-som-er-meningen-med.html' title=''/><author><name>Ole-Marius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15803652116366029725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GcMhOjVWSRA/SVa-IsFcmtI/AAAAAAAAAIs/KLZ1YIMNnY0/S220/h+009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3251134197038076443.post-1841459578001971813</id><published>2008-03-30T03:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T04:01:24.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>eg vett eg bare har skreve på engelsk, men i dag blir dt på norsk....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;musikk betyr masse for meg... musikken kan endre på humøre mitt der og då, tekstene og ordene som dukke opp i sangen kan få meg te å tenke på någe som har skjedd eller någe som holde på å skje, mine tanker og følelser kan eg sammenligne me enkelte ord eller tekster i sangene... dt e litt skummelt men og dt beste som fins for meg, musikk konne eg ha låge ein heile dag å hørt på. bare meg å musikken, ingenting aent som forstyrre rundt meg. kanskje ikkje så rart at eg har dt sånn, sikkert ganske mange andre som har dt sånn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hadde eg kont så hadde eg brukt musikk for å uttrykke meg følelsesmessig og ikkje me ord der og då, eg lige å bruka ord når eg uttrykke meg men dt e ikkje muntligt, då snakke eg om bokstaver, hvis eg e ein plass så klare ikkje eg å holde meg unna ein penn og et papir, eg begynne å skriva ka eg føle og vil ha ut, eg klare ikkje å få dt ut me ord, dt e eg ikkje så flink te, kanskje dt e meg dt e någe gale me eller så har dt skjedd någe når eg va liten som har gjort meg så stum...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;akkurat nå hvis någen spør kossen dt går så kan eg egentlig ikkje svara på dt... eg vett ikkje kossen dt går fordi eg ikkje har kontroll på ka som skjer me live mitt akkurat nå.. dt skjer sikkert ikkje bare me meg, dt kan skje me mange andre og tippe eg så dt e nok ikkje bare ''meg'' dette går ut over. eg e ein sånnein som glemme fort, eg huske ikkje så møye fra når eg va liten, eg har bare någen få minner om min barndom, hvis någen spør kossen eg va når eg va liten så får eg jernteppe, eg kan egentlig ikkje svara, dt blir vanskelig for meg å begynna å forklara...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, bla bla, her sitte eg å snakke om mine problemer... eg lige dt ikkje, men samtidig så føle eg ein lettelse når eg gjør dt. dt hjelpe på humøre men bare litt.&lt;br /&gt;eg e født i løven og der står dt at eg e ein person som lige oppmerksomhet og at eg kreve dt og vil ver midtpunktet i vennegjengen og blandt alle rundt meg... eg e veldig sta og e bestemt på ka eg vil og at eg vil bli behandla som ein konge... dyrenes konge, men e eg ein sånn person?&lt;br /&gt;eg meine ikkje eg e dt.. men eg har så mange ganger lyst te å ver i midtpunktet, kem har ikkje lyst te dt av og te... eg har de beste vennene eg kan få nå og eg e glad i de og eg håpe de e glad i meg og :P ^^,&lt;br /&gt;men eg har litt problemer me å få nye venner, eg blir kjent me mange ganske fort, men... eg vett liksom ikkje ka eg ska sei når eg e me nue personer.. akkurat som om eg har sosiale problemer.. någe som eg ikkje tror eg har, men eg e rett og slett ikkje flink me ord, hadde samtalene vært på papir så kanskje eg hadde tatla i flerne timer... ? eg prøve så godt eg kan nå å ver sosiale.&lt;br /&gt;når eg e me andre så prøve eg så godt eg kan me å ver sosiale, men eg e også redd for ka om eg seie någe gale eller gjør någe feil.. eg e samtidig redd for å mista de eg har, de eg nettopp har blitt kjent me.. e redd for å bli aleina, vil ikkje ver dt.. redd&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3251134197038076443-1841459578001971813?l=ztripe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GcMhOjVWSRA/SVa-IsFcmtI/AAAAAAAAAIs/KLZ1YIMNnY0/S220/h+009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3251134197038076443.post-8818061236787975809</id><published>2008-03-23T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T09:51:40.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I dag tog eg et par bilder... har dt løye me kamera eg =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GcMhOjVWSRA/R-aIodrImjI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EOh0Bph7sHg/s1600-h/1+p%C3%A5skegad+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180978650078026290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GcMhOjVWSRA/R-aIodrImjI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EOh0Bph7sHg/s320/1+p%C3%A5skegad+011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GcMhOjVWSRA/R-aJENrImkI/AAAAAAAAAA4/IG0o9iz1YR0/s1600-h/1+p%C3%A5skegad+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180979126819396162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GcMhOjVWSRA/R-aJENrImkI/AAAAAAAAAA4/IG0o9iz1YR0/s320/1+p%C3%A5skegad+008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GcMhOjVWSRA/R-aJudrImnI/AAAAAAAAABQ/IFztGpFd_PY/s1600-h/1+p%C3%A5skegad+018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180979852668869234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GcMhOjVWSRA/R-aJudrImnI/AAAAAAAAABQ/IFztGpFd_PY/s320/1+p%C3%A5skegad+018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3251134197038076443-8818061236787975809?l=ztripe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ztripe.blogspot.com/feeds/8818061236787975809/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3251134197038076443&amp;postID=8818061236787975809' title='2 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251134197038076443/posts/default/8818061236787975809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251134197038076443/posts/default/8818061236787975809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ztripe.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-dag-tog-eg-et-par-bilder.html' title=''/><author><name>Ole-Marius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15803652116366029725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GcMhOjVWSRA/SVa-IsFcmtI/AAAAAAAAAIs/KLZ1YIMNnY0/S220/h+009.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GcMhOjVWSRA/R-aIodrImjI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EOh0Bph7sHg/s72-c/1+p%C3%A5skegad+011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3251134197038076443.post-20505355347060529</id><published>2008-03-21T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T16:16:37.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blue blue sky</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Heavenly sky above&lt;br /&gt;My heart lies with you no more.&lt;br /&gt;Someone has taken it away from you.&lt;br /&gt;Up in the sky, I was empty.&lt;br /&gt;A lot of air around me and&lt;br /&gt;life went right through me,&lt;br /&gt;under me, down on earth.&lt;br /&gt;Someone saw me&lt;br /&gt;among the clouds.&lt;br /&gt;High, high up in the air&lt;br /&gt;where not even an telescope could see...&lt;br /&gt;So...&lt;br /&gt;Blue, blue sky&lt;br /&gt;I'm yours no more.&lt;br /&gt;I was noticed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3251134197038076443-20505355347060529?l=ztripe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ztripe.blogspot.com/feeds/20505355347060529/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3251134197038076443&amp;postID=20505355347060529' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251134197038076443/posts/default/20505355347060529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251134197038076443/posts/default/20505355347060529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ztripe.blogspot.com/2008/03/blue-blue-sky.html' title='blue blue sky'/><author><name>Ole-Marius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15803652116366029725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GcMhOjVWSRA/SVa-IsFcmtI/AAAAAAAAAIs/KLZ1YIMNnY0/S220/h+009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3251134197038076443.post-8710942530596853334</id><published>2008-03-21T16:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T16:15:42.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I saw you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Many times you were there every week.&lt;br /&gt;I saw you.&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't dare speak to you&lt;br /&gt;I was just watching you.&lt;br /&gt;Watching you smile,&lt;br /&gt;watching you laugh,&lt;br /&gt;walking around in the room.&lt;br /&gt;Nobody moved,&lt;br /&gt;you were the only person in the room.&lt;br /&gt;In my eyes, you were there,&lt;br /&gt;everyone else was invisible to me.&lt;br /&gt;Even good friends I could not see.&lt;br /&gt;Only you.&lt;br /&gt;When you disappeard&lt;br /&gt;the world around me began&lt;br /&gt;to show up.&lt;br /&gt;The sounds, smells and the movement.&lt;br /&gt;The world went on.&lt;br /&gt;Until next time.... &lt;3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3251134197038076443-8710942530596853334?l=ztripe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ztripe.blogspot.com/feeds/8710942530596853334/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3251134197038076443&amp;postID=8710942530596853334' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251134197038076443/posts/default/8710942530596853334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251134197038076443/posts/default/8710942530596853334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ztripe.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-saw-you.html' title='I saw you'/><author><name>Ole-Marius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15803652116366029725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GcMhOjVWSRA/SVa-IsFcmtI/AAAAAAAAAIs/KLZ1YIMNnY0/S220/h+009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3251134197038076443.post-1272031195788611224</id><published>2008-03-03T14:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T14:09:04.675-08:00</updated><title type='text'>. . . . .</title><content type='html'>All my life I've been waiting,&lt;br /&gt;you never came&lt;br /&gt;The person I loved never came&lt;br /&gt;I think of you all the time,&lt;br /&gt;the times we used to spent together,&lt;br /&gt;on the streets,&lt;br /&gt;when the snow fell down like rain&lt;br /&gt;I can't breathe,&lt;br /&gt;my fear of never seeing you again,&lt;br /&gt;it hurts..&lt;br /&gt;it's not my eyes who cries,&lt;br /&gt;my heart bursts into tears&lt;br /&gt;Will it stop?&lt;br /&gt;My world sems like an open hole,&lt;br /&gt;an open hole where I can stay forever&lt;br /&gt;But I don't want to&lt;br /&gt;I want to be with you,&lt;br /&gt;my thoughts goes to you every day&lt;br /&gt;every hour and every moment&lt;br /&gt;in my life&lt;br /&gt;don't you see...&lt;br /&gt;I'm not writing this because&lt;br /&gt;I miss you,&lt;br /&gt;I just need to be with you&lt;br /&gt;you don't know what I feel for you...&lt;br /&gt;you just don't know...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3251134197038076443-1272031195788611224?l=ztripe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ztripe.blogspot.com/feeds/1272031195788611224/comments/default' title='Legg inn 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GcMhOjVWSRA/SVa-IsFcmtI/AAAAAAAAAIs/KLZ1YIMNnY0/S220/h+009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3251134197038076443.post-8024315043154823564</id><published>2008-03-02T03:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T04:00:02.109-08:00</updated><title type='text'>trapped</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I doing here?&lt;br /&gt;I'm trapped,&lt;br /&gt;Inside a hous of gards,&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for me to come out&lt;br /&gt;where are they?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I someday get out in the free&lt;br /&gt;A trapped soul,&lt;br /&gt;Inside a cage of darkness,&lt;br /&gt;and no hope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see you out there looking at me,&lt;br /&gt;wondering when I can come out and play&lt;br /&gt;Untill you find out....&lt;br /&gt;I'm not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now you see&lt;br /&gt;my life in prison,&lt;br /&gt;waiting to get out in the free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3251134197038076443-8024315043154823564?l=ztripe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ztripe.blogspot.com/feeds/8024315043154823564/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3251134197038076443&amp;postID=8024315043154823564' title='1 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251134197038076443/posts/default/8024315043154823564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3251134197038076443/posts/default/8024315043154823564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ztripe.blogspot.com/2008/03/trapped.html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GcMhOjVWSRA/SVa-IsFcmtI/AAAAAAAAAIs/KLZ1YIMNnY0/S220/h+009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3251134197038076443.post-7856258580661467467</id><published>2008-02-29T02:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T14:19:43.704-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unknown person</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GcMhOjVWSRA/R8ipx-GGbRI/AAAAAAAAAAg/I36aZMrred8/s1600-h/Annika+og+Oli+i+Stavanger+141.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the darkest night&lt;br /&gt;Someones watching you&lt;br /&gt;Who could it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wandering lonely on the beach&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Who could it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who it is&lt;br /&gt;Is a mystery&lt;br /&gt;Even though you could see&lt;br /&gt;Many people walking by you carefully...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of them stare at you&lt;br /&gt;Seeking the person in you&lt;br /&gt;In your life, you could not see&lt;br /&gt;The person standing beside you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True love is watching you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GcMhOjVWSRA/R8iqQOGGbSI/AAAAAAAAAAo/GDUljy4B9bY/s1600-h/IMG_0195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172571367673326882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GcMhOjVWSRA/R8iqQOGGbSI/AAAAAAAAAAo/GDUljy4B9bY/s320/IMG_0195.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3251134197038076443-7856258580661467467?l=ztripe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ztripe.blogspot.com/feeds/7856258580661467467/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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