<?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-3522636585433359900</id><updated>2012-02-16T09:52:20.572-08:00</updated><category term='animal experimentation'/><category term='dolphins'/><category term='Lisbon zoo'/><category term='typical norwegian'/><category term='hotmail'/><category term='lagotto romagnolo'/><category term='st. julians'/><category term='surfing'/><category term='valentines day sucks'/><category term='anna willassen'/><category term='stop vivisection'/><category term='stop animal experiments'/><category term='wtf'/><category term='valentines'/><category term='the meaning of life'/><category term='norsk'/><category term='the social 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term='red turquoise'/><category term='why i love summer'/><category term='vegetable burger'/><category term='pancakes'/><category term='sociology'/><category term='shark'/><category term='pigeon blood blue'/><category term='cooking spray'/><category term='history test'/><title type='text'>Willassen</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willassen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522636585433359900/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willassen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Anna Willassen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17022445757925974345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' 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facebook affects your life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the meaning of life'/><title type='text'>Useless, waste of time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Lately I've been thinking about what the point of living is. Like what is the meaning of my life? All you do is get born and raised, try to fulfill your dreams and the pattern the system wants you to follow, you get your own children and let them go through the shit you went through, and when you finally achieved what you can achieve, you die. All for nothing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course you'll leave something behind for your children, but to me it all seem like an evil circle. Why would I want to bring new life into this world full of hate, war and suffering? I mean, I live on the "bright side" of the world. I get to go to school every day, my parents give me food and the money I need to survive and more than that as well as I can get my own job. I even get money for going to school. But still I don't see the point of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I want to know the meaning of life? Because deep down I feel&amp;nbsp;useless and worthless. Not because I'm depressed, it's just that I don't see the point of anything. Why should I want to become a doctor, or a lawyer, or a social worker? Why do you have to be rich and successful? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cannot be classified as useless, because you aren't really supposed to have to make yourself useful. Look at the natural world. What is the use of a tree? Well, it has many uses, but it isn't TRYING to be useful. There's the difference. It's just doing what it wants (or so we assume) and in the process of doing that it does its job in the natural order of things. Despite all the rantings of moralists, you are in the same boat. The only way you are ever going to do an ounce of good in the world is to do what you want. Do what makes you happy, or at least what distracts you from your misery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How, you may ask, does doing what you like do any good? Look around you. Look at people who seem to be trying very hard to be useful. Are they really doing good things for people? Or do they make everyone around them miserable with all their moral uppidyness and incessant busy bodying? I suspect it is the latter. The people who really do others some good are the people who are doing what they like and who aren't very interested in being useful. They are usually interesting to be around, because they are doing things that interest them. They are often fun to be around, because they appreciate fun and know how to laugh and not take anything too seriously. They inspire other people to figure out what it is that they want to do by example, thus causing more people to be interested in life and interesting to be around, fun loving, etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone on the planet is in exactly the same state of moral worth, because we are all doing the best we can with what we have. Poor upbringings cause many people to not have much to do their best with, but hey, that's life. Criminals believe they are powerless, so breaking the social contract is the only way they think they can get what they need and manage to feel somewhat powerful. People without that hang-up can see that cooperation and respect are really how things get accomplished, but both of these types of people are simply trying to live a fulfilling life using the methods that they think have the best chance of working. So you see, people are basically good. They are all trying to do their best. They often just need some help overcoming inner demons and behavior patterns that aren't really working for them. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Obviously, you are in the same boat. You are doing the best you can with what you have. You are already living the most moral and correct life you know how to live. There is no more that you can do at this moment to be a better person. You are already a good person. You do not have to strive every moment to be better than it is possible for you to be. Smile at yourself. You're OK. &lt;br /&gt;Now, it should be clear that you can improve. Not by beating yourself over the head for bad things you've done; those things couldn't be helped. You were just doing your best with what you had. What you can do is learn where your blind spots are. Watch others. People who at first glance are just plan old bad people are on further investigation suffering from horrendous misconceptions about how the world works. You also have misconceptions about the best way to get what you want. Find those misconceptions and wake up! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still thinking I could have been dead. What good can come out of living? I'm not saying I'm planning to kill myself, because I'm already in this world and I've got people around me that cares about me. My family that is. If anyone could find a true answer to what truly is the meaning of life, that would be highly appreciatet. Try to convince me that there's hope for this world!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522636585433359900-2364165112965859837?l=willassen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willassen.blogspot.com/feeds/2364165112965859837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://willassen.blogspot.com/2012/02/useless-waste-of-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522636585433359900/posts/default/2364165112965859837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522636585433359900/posts/default/2364165112965859837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willassen.blogspot.com/2012/02/useless-waste-of-time.html' title='Useless, waste of time'/><author><name>Anna Willassen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17022445757925974345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrfHarY2sNg/S1nbnmH9zwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Do2LCaihwQE/S220/13662_182980719629_796909629_2819118_6309454_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522636585433359900.post-8859812917197621498</id><published>2011-11-01T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T09:35:11.598-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wild discus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='santarem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='red turquoise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pigeon blood blue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Discus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aquarium setup'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='catfish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brilliant turquoise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marlboro red'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freshwater aquarium'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dark angel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='barbe'/><title type='text'>My beautiful discus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm sorry that I don't have one specific theme that goes through my whole blog, but hey, at least you get to see what's going on in my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 weeks ago, I got four discus from a pet-shop nearby. I think they're doing fine, and most of them are growing well. I bought an automatic food distributor so that I would be able to feed them when I'm not home. They get varied food four times every day (bloodworms, frozen discusfood, and granulates). I guess they're gonna look something like this when they get bigger: As you can see these are wild discus with natural colours.. Two of mine are a bit aggressive, but they're well known to be a bit territorial. However, if they don't settle down in a while or some of the other fish get hurt I'll bring them back to the shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x229/Dynastes/IMG_1841_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="352" src="http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x229/Dynastes/IMG_1841_1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;With my discus I also have one barbe, three catfish where one looks like this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.akvarius.no/images//Pansermalle01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="458" src="http://www.akvarius.no/images//Pansermalle01.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I used to have two, but one of them died when my heater decided to boil my fish without me even touching it.. &amp;nbsp;So I've got one of those left, as well as two other catfish.. I'm not sure of their specific names in English tho.. but they look like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://rpmedia.ask.com/ts?u=/wikipedia/commons/thumb/8/8d/Bristlenose_Catfish_700.jpg/110px-Bristlenose_Catfish_700.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="340" src="http://rpmedia.ask.com/ts?u=/wikipedia/commons/thumb/8/8d/Bristlenose_Catfish_700.jpg/110px-Bristlenose_Catfish_700.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're growing really fast! I got my catfish as well as the barbe from a friend when they were a bit smaller, but since they came to me they've just been growing really fast! So I guess they thrive in my aquarium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, I'll get 6 more discus imported from germany. These have been bred for many generations at the breeder so the colours will be quite different. I've ordered one blue turquoise;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://wildfish.ru/files/imagecache/product_full/disc-BrilliantTuquoise.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="504" src="http://wildfish.ru/files/imagecache/product_full/disc-BrilliantTuquoise.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They vary a bit in colour and pattern, but I think they're really beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i285.photobucket.com/albums/ll62/Hans-Discus/Pairs%20new/DSC_0053.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://i285.photobucket.com/albums/ll62/Hans-Discus/Pairs%20new/DSC_0053.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This one is called Santarem.. I find that a bit funny because there is a place in Portugal that's called Santarem quite close to where I lived!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2520/3848938995_aefa56c8c9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2520/3848938995_aefa56c8c9.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I just love this colour! it's so bright and strong. These are called marlboro red.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.discusisabella.no/files/DG_Dark_Angel.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="486" src="http://www.discusisabella.no/files/DG_Dark_Angel.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;This is a dark angel discus. It looks kind of mysterious I think.. As you see this picture is from discus isabella, which is the page I've been ordering from.. unfortunately they only sell in Norway, but their discus is imported from stendker, which is a company in Germany who breed this fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.discusisabella.no/files/DG_Pigeon_blood_Blue.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="486" src="http://www.discusisabella.no/files/DG_Pigeon_blood_Blue.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a pigeon blood blue discus. I simply love the colours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.discusisabella.no/files/DG_Turkis_Red.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="486" src="http://www.discusisabella.no/files/DG_Turkis_Red.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the last one which is called red turqouise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there's plenty of different names and varieties of colours when it comes to discus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd say that discus is the most beautiful fish you can keep in a freshwater aquarium. But if you're planning to get some of these wonderful fish there is a lot you should keep in mind. First of all they need a lot of space. They say you should also keep them in a minimum of 6 fish together as they are a steam fish in their natural habitat. As they are quite tall, a deep tank is preferred, and keep in mind that they grow! most people will buy discus when they are around 5 cm long. Well, at least this will make the fish more adjustable to water changes and best of all, you'll get the feeling of raising fish and see that they thrive in their new home if they grow steadily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to get my new discus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one more thing.. I'm struggeling a bit with finding a suitable design for my tank.. I guess I'm not really good with that.. I've got some plants and LOADS of lava stones as well as a small piece of driftwood.. My tank is 260 litres, but as my discus grow, I'll consider buying a larger tank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've got any suggestions for how i can set up my tank that would be highly appreciated!&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/3522636585433359900-8859812917197621498?l=willassen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willassen.blogspot.com/feeds/8859812917197621498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://willassen.blogspot.com/2011/11/my-beautiful-discus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522636585433359900/posts/default/8859812917197621498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522636585433359900/posts/default/8859812917197621498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willassen.blogspot.com/2011/11/my-beautiful-discus.html' title='My beautiful discus'/><author><name>Anna Willassen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17022445757925974345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrfHarY2sNg/S1nbnmH9zwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Do2LCaihwQE/S220/13662_182980719629_796909629_2819118_6309454_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i285.photobucket.com/albums/ll62/Hans-Discus/Pairs%20new/th_DSC_0053.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522636585433359900.post-8840527187720604064</id><published>2011-10-29T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T16:00:25.568-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hotmail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='www'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new media'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old media'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social anthropology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='e-mail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the social network'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twitter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facebook is addictive'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school project'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world wide web'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ban new media'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='newspaper'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sociology'/><title type='text'>Old Media, New Media</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;As I mentioned in an earlier post (that's ages ago, sorry about that), I wish that facebook was never invented. But what is that makes it so good? Or i might just say so bad, because it's clearly taking over the world at a steady rate.. It's all a part of the new media. What makes it so "great" is simply the fact that you can stay connected and communicate with people all over the world with a simple status update, twitter, text message, mail etc. That's what makes it so different from old media, such as newspapers (yes, made of paper), radio, and television. New media introduced the "new way of communicating". It's not only got one achiever, but it's simply an unlimited amount! And the entry cost is no more than a computer, a modem and internet connection. Distance doesn't matter anymore and the consumer is active. Communication is inherently two-way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In old media, however, there are only a limited amount of "players" in the market. The entry cost is relatively high and the old media is also geographically limited. No wonder why people choose new media right?&amp;nbsp;Providers have detailed and exact control of what the consumer sees or hears, and "the medium is simply the message".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no boundaries on the web, and you can communicate with your neighbor just as easy as you can communicate with a person on the other side of planet earth. But should it really be that way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing many think about when they hear about a person that does not have a facebook account is "WHAT? How do you stay in touch with people?". But do not despair. There &lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;is &lt;/i&gt;other ways to communicate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.conversationagent.com/images/2007/11/18/yournewmedia001_3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://www.conversationagent.com/images/2007/11/18/yournewmedia001_3.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Right now I cannot imagine a life without internet or a cellphone. Although it has made my life a lot simpler, it's no longer a question of &lt;i&gt;how&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;you are, but &lt;i&gt;where&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;you are. It has clearly made communication and interaction a lot simpler and available for many people. But keep in mind that over 65% of communication is body language. that means that the consumer will not capture 65% of what you're trying to say. This results in misunderstandings, and a lot of conflicts starts on the internet. Cyber bullying is also a growing problem. It seems like when people can express themselves anonymously they are no longer afraid to say what they truly feel, however, they might exaggerate a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://inlog.org/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/vsnewmedia-1024x519.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="323" src="http://inlog.org/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/vsnewmedia-1024x519.gif" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can use an example from my own life as i also used in my previous post; I actually used to send letters to my friends in Bergen after i moved to Oslo. This is now about 7 years ago. Now i never call anyone to have a chat, because I can do it so easily on the internet. Moreover, I never ever show up outside someone's house without asking if it's ok or if they're home first. It might be that I'm getting older, but the new media has developed so fast that I, among others, are struggling to keep up with it. What's going to happen in the future? Will we stop meeting each other completely, because we can do it without even leaving our own house?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tribune.com.pk/wp-content/uploads/2010/07/facebook-ban1-640x480.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://tribune.com.pk/wp-content/uploads/2010/07/facebook-ban1-640x480.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it was up to me, I would say that we should go back to the good old media before it goes too far. Simplicity is often the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which way will you choose? Asocial but way too social, or good old face to face interaction?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/3522636585433359900-8840527187720604064?l=willassen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willassen.blogspot.com/feeds/8840527187720604064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://willassen.blogspot.com/2011/10/old-media-new-media.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522636585433359900/posts/default/8840527187720604064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522636585433359900/posts/default/8840527187720604064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willassen.blogspot.com/2011/10/old-media-new-media.html' title='Old Media, New Media'/><author><name>Anna Willassen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17022445757925974345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrfHarY2sNg/S1nbnmH9zwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Do2LCaihwQE/S220/13662_182980719629_796909629_2819118_6309454_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522636585433359900.post-1293050242655167782</id><published>2011-06-27T05:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T05:45:46.003-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my opinion on facebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='how I use facebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='how facebook affects your life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facebook is addictive'/><title type='text'>How I use facebook</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Sometimes I wish I could just delete my facebook profile. "Delete account", as easy as that is, I don't want to delete what connects me to people I "know" all over the world. But how do I know who's really my friends anymore? I never call people. I remember having a best friend 9 hours away from where I lived. We exchanged letters every month. LETTERS. And I'm only 17.. Now I feel that I take it all for granted. All my relationships to people. Everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;And while I love every status-updating, picture-tagging, friend-stalking pixel of it, I often wish it had never been invented.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;Yes, I am VERY proud to have 801 friends. Who am I kidding, I don't have that many friends! I might actually know who most of them are, but excuse me, I don't care about your lives :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;"who is this 40 year old guy named Bayram Üzem? Oh, 2 mutal friends, then I guess it's ok!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;I could have done a lot in my life with the time I've spent on facebook. I could probably travel around the world and make real friends. In real life. And actually be GREAT in school. Straight A's ;) But naah, I'd rather spend my time on the internet. Stalking other peoples lives. See how they succeed and how I failed in life.. And it's pretty addictive too! soon you can't live without it. There is a reason why I just don't go ahead and delete my account. But what I CAN do, is narrowing down my friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;But how am I supposed to know who I would keep in touch with without facebook? And if you don't have facebook, all of a sudden you fall out of society. You disappear from the world, you no longer exist.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;On the other hand, it wouldn't be too bad just making an other account. To get rid of the people you don't need there. Because then you know which people you want to add again. What people you miss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;But still, I'm not going to dare to do that. It's like dying, you disappear, and only some people will notice that you're missing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;And excuse me while I go and share this on facebook!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F9pVtsMWYCc/Tgh7UZlTjdI/AAAAAAAAAKE/7mkcc1gdex0/s1600/facebook_pic.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F9pVtsMWYCc/Tgh7UZlTjdI/AAAAAAAAAKE/7mkcc1gdex0/s640/facebook_pic.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522636585433359900-1293050242655167782?l=willassen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willassen.blogspot.com/feeds/1293050242655167782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://willassen.blogspot.com/2011/06/how-i-use-facebook.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522636585433359900/posts/default/1293050242655167782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522636585433359900/posts/default/1293050242655167782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willassen.blogspot.com/2011/06/how-i-use-facebook.html' title='How I use facebook'/><author><name>Anna Willassen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17022445757925974345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrfHarY2sNg/S1nbnmH9zwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Do2LCaihwQE/S220/13662_182980719629_796909629_2819118_6309454_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F9pVtsMWYCc/Tgh7UZlTjdI/AAAAAAAAAKE/7mkcc1gdex0/s72-c/facebook_pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522636585433359900.post-5490056367135055092</id><published>2011-06-25T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T09:44:13.224-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i got dumped'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='11 IMT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='going home'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='distance relationship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='st. julians'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='how to deal with braekups'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='portugal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='difficulties of moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cascais'/><title type='text'>The E.N.D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;The end is closing up and it's only two weeks until I leave Portugal. 1 week and 5 days that is. My feelings are quite mixed. At one point I think it's gonna be wonderful to get away from this hell I've called home for nearly a year, and back to what is truly my family. A place where I'm wanted and don't have to feel like an incompetent burden everybody wants to get rid off. On the other hand, the last month has been great except from a few things..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the beginning I didn't like my class at all. I was literally &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;PISSED OFF&lt;/span&gt; because I felt like I didn't fit in and I didn't understand the language.I wasn't afraid to show that I was mad either. Barely talked and when I first talked, it wasn't directly pleasant. Now that I'm leaving soon I regret this so much. It could have been so different, and so much better this year if I only &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;had started off in a different way&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I know, at least, that I'm going to miss my class incredibly much, and that in the past few months I've been so proud of being a member of this group. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;I'm gonna miss you so much&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is quite a few things I have to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;sacrifice&lt;/span&gt; when I leave. Among them my boyfriend. I don't want to think of him as my ex, because I don't like that word because it's usually combined with someone you hate or have a bad relationship to, but that is not the case. I tried to make you understand why I was doing this, and it wasn't easy for me either, but I guess its harder to not understand than to understand in some cases. I know you won't have any problems with getting back up again, wether you want to believe that or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think a lot about this. Leaving and all. It's just hard to get it all written down, as I find it hard expressing myself sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, this was sticky. I don't like writing &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;greasy &lt;/span&gt;stuff about my life on the internet =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, it's funny &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;how men and women deal with pain&lt;/span&gt; after breakups.. Men find it far more difficult and are more likely to suffer from depression and stress because of it. This has a lot to do with men having the tendency to keep things bottled up and opting to mask their pain with nights out, drinking with the guys and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;having sex with anything that walks&lt;/span&gt; instead of doing what women usually do; cry, talk it to death with friends and then cry some more. Women deal with the feelings while men prefer to ignore them in belief that they will disappear by them self after time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid men. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how it feels to be dumped, but still, breaking up because you really have to, when both parts still love each other is at least as - if not more - painful than breaking up a already broken down relationship where &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;nothing is working&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now you've got a piece of my personal life too. I'm usually not very good with handling my own life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/3522636585433359900-5490056367135055092?l=willassen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willassen.blogspot.com/feeds/5490056367135055092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://willassen.blogspot.com/2011/06/end.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522636585433359900/posts/default/5490056367135055092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522636585433359900/posts/default/5490056367135055092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willassen.blogspot.com/2011/06/end.html' title='The E.N.D'/><author><name>Anna Willassen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17022445757925974345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrfHarY2sNg/S1nbnmH9zwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Do2LCaihwQE/S220/13662_182980719629_796909629_2819118_6309454_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522636585433359900.post-733779399114472006</id><published>2011-06-24T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T14:59:48.443-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reasons to love summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bilabong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sharks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shark'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cascais'/><title type='text'>SHAAARKS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Sharks are the vampire ninjas of the ocean. They are sleek! They are silent! They are deadly! Sharks make everything better. Tattoo of a shark on your chest? Cool. They called you “Shark” in prison? Super cool. You were attacked by a shark while surfing and that’s why you walk with a limp? Epically boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great White? Hammerhead? Whale shark? What’s my favorite shark? &amp;nbsp;Why don’t you ask me what is my favorite kind of chocolate cake? All of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;I had this very interesting conversation when I was down in Cascais with an old fisherman. About sharks. And yes, he did show me ALL his shark tattoos ( quite good to be homemade) except from one. Don't ask me where it was.. Might sound a bit disturbing, but he was actually quite nice. He was fluent in english and didn't look like a fisherman at all.. &amp;nbsp;But he sure loved sharks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Didn't do much today.. thought I could start blogging actively again to keep my english intact after I leave Portugal. Walked around in Cascais for hours and hours today, and even went swimming at night. There is this one beach which is like a paradise. It's full of small caves and "secret" pass ways between and under rocks and loads of fish too.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Loved it!&lt;/span&gt; I had just bought a new bikini too that had &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;this colour &lt;/span&gt;and it makes me look really tanned! (to be norwegian)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;What is your favorite place?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522636585433359900-733779399114472006?l=willassen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willassen.blogspot.com/feeds/733779399114472006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://willassen.blogspot.com/2011/06/dumb.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522636585433359900/posts/default/733779399114472006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522636585433359900/posts/default/733779399114472006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willassen.blogspot.com/2011/06/dumb.html' title='SHAAARKS'/><author><name>Anna Willassen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17022445757925974345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrfHarY2sNg/S1nbnmH9zwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Do2LCaihwQE/S220/13662_182980719629_796909629_2819118_6309454_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522636585433359900.post-758900392288040097</id><published>2011-06-23T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T13:49:03.539-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animal abuse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nazibo the gorilla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lisbon zoo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anaconda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dolphins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jardim zoológico Lisboa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zoo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='turtle fucking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lisboa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zoo keeper'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lemur'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lisbon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gorilla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='turtle humping a shoe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nazibo'/><title type='text'>Zoo Keeper for a week @ Lisbon Zoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Have you ever wanted to become a zookeeper?&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt; DON'T&lt;/span&gt;, it's a shitty job. Juuust kidding, but seriously it's not as interesting as you would think. Some zookeepers are lucky and get to work with their favorite animal every day, teach them tricks and make them talk. Although, most of their day is spent cleaning up shit and cutting fruit or preparing other kinds of food. It also includes a lot of waiting, unless you're in the "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;showbiz&lt;/span&gt;" with the dolphins or sea lions of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did this work experience thing at school, and 5 lucky students were allowed to spend a week in the ZOO. The 1st day we were with the small reptiles (the&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt; 62kg and 4 meter long anaconda&lt;/span&gt; is not what i would call very small) and the birds (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;LOVED IT&lt;/span&gt;). I will, and I shall get a macaw. Basta. They are such beautiful parrots, and I just NEED TO HAVE ONE. It's not like I'm super spoilt or anything, but seriously, I've never ever held a bird before, but it all felt so natural! It's such a beautiful, intelligent and fun loving animal. So now I'm gonna save my money (they're really expensive) and wait a couple of years until I move out or something, because they need a lot of space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-peW2M4QnGlI/TgOZ5-LYCnI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/SRGHUlydbZ0/s1600/2331344200_f62e64e5cc.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-peW2M4QnGlI/TgOZ5-LYCnI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/SRGHUlydbZ0/s400/2331344200_f62e64e5cc.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anaconda - 62kg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;We also "had" to see the dolphin show two times when we were working with their keepers. It's so amazing what the animals do for food. Although it was quite boring, except from the kisses and feeding of the sea lion it was basically just washing the kitchen and the cages for the sea lions.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xjllJG3pqGs/TgOa5FXsg_I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Y_0Qxv3x2tM/s1600/Dolphin_show_in_Lisbon_Zoo_02.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xjllJG3pqGs/TgOa5FXsg_I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Y_0Qxv3x2tM/s400/Dolphin_show_in_Lisbon_Zoo_02.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dolphins during the show&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;And also we got to be with the small primates, mostly monkeys and lemurs (loved them too) got to feed them and all, I've got a video, I just have to like get my ass up from the sofa and go get the cable and mobile phone and upload it first...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While we wait for it to upload I'll tell you about something rather special that happened at the ZOO. I've never felt this connected to an animal ever before, or not with a "wild" animal such as a gorilla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His name is Nazibo (not sure if that's how you spell it). We (me and two boys from my school) were let down to the cages in the "monkey temple" or whatever it's called, and as gorillas are quite territorial, Nazibo started pounding his chest and screaming. It scared the shit out of all of us as we didn't know what we were expecting to see as we entered the room. The boys walked in front of me with the keeper and I've never seen a gorilla that close before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was earlier kept in sweden, and was really close to his keeper. She was blond and talked swedish to him. All this I didn't know, but as I started to talk swedish to him to calm him down (yes i know it's really stupid) he stopped all of a sudden, ran really fast up to the cage wall and stared. I've never seen eyes that intelligent before, he was so deep, so longing. he put his hand up against the cage just listening to what I was saying, staring so deep into my eyes. The keeper then told me that it's clearly some similarities between me and his previous keeper since he was reacting this way. It was so emotional that I almost started crying. I swear, if he was less hairy and smelly I would totally marry him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like my video is uploaded now :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c1e4f437932e83ed" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc1e4f437932e83ed%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331799076%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D532396914150CCD1D1DCD331AEE7E5754FE74A3A.74F974208A55186570589FBC0891F8E9701FF39C%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc1e4f437932e83ed%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DNEdcWPLugR-wiw7p2QvvMde6Fbw&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc1e4f437932e83ed%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331799076%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D532396914150CCD1D1DCD331AEE7E5754FE74A3A.74F974208A55186570589FBC0891F8E9701FF39C%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc1e4f437932e83ed%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DNEdcWPLugR-wiw7p2QvvMde6Fbw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So this is the lemurs. SO hilarious. And SO cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another thing, when we were in the reptile house, I found (I've just got the eyes for these things) two turtles "humping" each other. I wouldn't call it "having sex" because they weren't.. But I got a video of that too :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-fb82c97563f700cb" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfb82c97563f700cb%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331799076%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D20542D3CC678FC84C1FD7EC279A6DDB9C2391A89.38DBD6123FFDB02F6618B8DB859F6AA15D30FC0B%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfb82c97563f700cb%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DBMvIdmtKM7K33lNaZ68ls1haakg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfb82c97563f700cb%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331799076%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D20542D3CC678FC84C1FD7EC279A6DDB9C2391A89.38DBD6123FFDB02F6618B8DB859F6AA15D30FC0B%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfb82c97563f700cb%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DBMvIdmtKM7K33lNaZ68ls1haakg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also filmed mostly all of the dolphin show. It's pretty amazing so it's totally worth having a look!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-fb477af18e27032b" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfb477af18e27032b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331799076%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4C20639E27F38AA7BF8C0B39038FA3D08213FFB6.3C6C6F024988F85F4EB506CF08FD9F6FC687A9F9%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfb477af18e27032b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DVg_iO3EEOuMc4maFhGz7wdNFP8I&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfb477af18e27032b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331799076%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4C20639E27F38AA7BF8C0B39038FA3D08213FFB6.3C6C6F024988F85F4EB506CF08FD9F6FC687A9F9%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfb477af18e27032b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DVg_iO3EEOuMc4maFhGz7wdNFP8I&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f51dda411f7b4e84" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df51dda411f7b4e84%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331799076%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4A02A606F8177DFCA01D0FCD8A72838327CD5F1C.4F8F9D3489C388EFA4BC2DDA12B721E1993EB77D%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df51dda411f7b4e84%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DKyIccRhAISMQxSQ8rPlMSk9KCxg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df51dda411f7b4e84%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331799076%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4A02A606F8177DFCA01D0FCD8A72838327CD5F1C.4F8F9D3489C388EFA4BC2DDA12B721E1993EB77D%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df51dda411f7b4e84%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DKyIccRhAISMQxSQ8rPlMSk9KCxg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last day we were with the koalas and in the small farm (which I honestly think was the best part). We got yelled at tho, because "we were only chatting and sitting down which you're not supposed to do at work". But we didn't really want to go and do everything without asking first (which we did). So we just sat down before we got told off and got sent back to the "quintinha" to the goats. The had the FATTEST pig I've ever seen, and it was really cuddly like a dog. when you scratched his belly he would lie down and all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't mind spending every day in the Zoo at all.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the overall thing, it's much cleaner than I thought it would be, and we learnt about how they develop the cages and give them things to do during the day to prevent stress from all the noise and provocation from all the children visiting every day. Believe me, there was ALOT of children. The teachers were the worst though..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could keep talking about this week for ages, but I'm going to spare you of that burden :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;What do you think about animals kept in ZOO's?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Would you like to work in a ZOO?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3522636585433359900-758900392288040097?l=willassen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willassen.blogspot.com/feeds/758900392288040097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://willassen.blogspot.com/2011/06/zoo-keeper-for-week-lisbon-zoo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522636585433359900/posts/default/758900392288040097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522636585433359900/posts/default/758900392288040097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willassen.blogspot.com/2011/06/zoo-keeper-for-week-lisbon-zoo.html' title='Zoo Keeper for a week @ Lisbon Zoo'/><author><name>Anna Willassen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17022445757925974345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrfHarY2sNg/S1nbnmH9zwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Do2LCaihwQE/S220/13662_182980719629_796909629_2819118_6309454_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-peW2M4QnGlI/TgOZ5-LYCnI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/SRGHUlydbZ0/s72-c/2331344200_f62e64e5cc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Lisboa</georss:featurename><georss:point>37.92686779621442 -8.173828500000013</georss:point><georss:box>29.750917796214416 -26.224328500000013 46.10281779621442 9.876671499999986</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522636585433359900.post-7900904835126396955</id><published>2011-05-08T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T13:49:09.256-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='norway'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='norsk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='typisk norsk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='typical norwegian'/><title type='text'>OI !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;First of all: &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;NO MORE DREADLOCKS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Second of all: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;THERE IS NO SECOND OF ALL&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a bid disappointed with myself that i didn't take care of/make my dreads properly so they would last longer, but seriously tho, my whole blackhead was one massive Congo. Some people like that, but I don't want my dreads to lock up everywhere else than I want them to. So I decided to take them out. Took a whole shitton of time, but i really think it was worth it. Except from the fact that I've barely got any hair left on my head :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Just thought about something too. I know I'm not proud of being Norwegian. And what is it really like to be Norwegian. The Norwegian culture has been changed by foreigners from day 1. so there is no such thing as Norwegian. &lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;I'm multicultural.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;You know you're Norwegian when..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..you start believing that if it wasn’t for Norway’s efforts the world would collapse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…you only buy your own drink at the bar even when you are with a group of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…you can’t remember when to say “please” and “excuse me”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…you always prepare to catch the closing door if following closely behind somebody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…a stranger on the street smiles at you, you assume that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;a)&lt;/span&gt; he is drunk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;b) &lt;/span&gt;insane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;c)&lt;/span&gt; American&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;d)&lt;/span&gt; all of the above &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…you don’t think silence is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;awkward&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…you use &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;“Mhmmm” &lt;/span&gt;as conversation filler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…you actually believe that there is no such thing as bad weather, only&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt; bad clothing&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…you know Norway’s results in the last three years in the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;“Melodi Grand Prix”&lt;/span&gt; song contest (Eurovision Song Contest). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…you believe that having no choice of products in a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;supermarket&lt;/span&gt; makes it easier to shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…it seems nice to spend a week in a small &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;wooden cottage&lt;/span&gt; up in the mountains, with no running water and no electricity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…you know at least five different words for describing different kinds of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;snow&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…an outside temperature of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;9 degrees&lt;/span&gt; Celsius ( 45F ) is mild in mid June.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…you know the difference between &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;Blue and Red ski wax&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…you have only two facial expressions;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt; smiling or blank&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…you don’t fall over when &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;walking on ice&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…you associate Friday afternoon with a trip to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;Vinmonopolet&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…you think nothing of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;paying $50 for a bottle&lt;/span&gt; of ‘cheap’ spirits at Vinmonopolet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…it’s acceptable to eat lunch at 11.00 and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;dinner at 15.00&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…it no longer seems excessive to spend&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt; $100 on drinks one night&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…you know that “religious holiday” means &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;“let’s get pissed”&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…you find yourself more interested in the&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt; alcohol content&lt;/span&gt; than in the name of the wine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…you enjoy the taste of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;lutefisk&lt;/span&gt; and cod prepared in any way, including fried cod tongues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…you like to wrap your hotdog in a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;cold pancake&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…you associate &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;warm rice porridge&lt;/span&gt; with Saturday and Xmas-eve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…you can prepare fish in five different ways without&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt; cooking&lt;/span&gt; it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…you wear&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt; sandals with socks&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…your wardrobe no longer has suits, but blue shirts and mustard coloured &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;sportjackets&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…it feels natural to wear &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;sport clothes&lt;/span&gt; and backpack everywhere, including the cinema, bowling alley, and to church. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…you find yourself speaking &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;halfway Swedish&lt;/span&gt; with Swedes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…you can’t understand why foreigners haven’t heard about &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Bjorn Daehlie&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…you don’t question the habit of always making &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;“matpakke”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…you know the meaning of life has something to do with the word &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;“koselig”&lt;/span&gt; (cosy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…you get scared when a&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt; stranger &lt;/span&gt;randomly starts up a conversation with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…you can’t stand leaving the country because people everywhere else are so nice,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt; it’s annoying&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…you&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt; look away &lt;/span&gt;when you walk by people on the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…you vigorously defend whaling and enjoy consuming &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;whale meat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…you have two cars, a&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt; cabin &lt;/span&gt;and a boat, if not more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…you think it’s weird if a house isn’t &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;wooden&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…you &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;earn more&lt;/span&gt; than you spend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…you associate Easter with &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;cross-country skiing&lt;/span&gt; with friends and family in the familys mountain cabin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…you are shocked if it’s not&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: blue;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;2 months of snow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; every year, at least!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…you can see &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;mountains and the ocean&lt;/span&gt;, no matter where you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…you expect all dinner parties and meetings to&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;start precisely&lt;/span&gt; on time, if not before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…you&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt; fall 3 meters&lt;/span&gt;, and don’t get hurt. If you do, you’re not worried at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…you get your hands on &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Norwegian chocolate&lt;/span&gt; and guard it with your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…you are more afraid of the&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt; Customs &lt;/span&gt;than terrorists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…you would rather miss your flight than not have enough time to buy the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;duty free alcohol&lt;/span&gt; quota.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…you order drinks at Gardemonen (Oslo Intl Airport) at&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt; 6 am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;……you say &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;”oh well, down it goes” &lt;/span&gt;when served bad wine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…you actually think that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;fishballs have taste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…you &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;barbecue&lt;/span&gt; when it’s raining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…you have bad conscience if you’re not outside when it’s&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt; sunny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…you get dozy after only &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;two days of sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…you go for a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;swim when it’s only 12 degrees Celsius&lt;/span&gt; (53F) in the water and claims that it’s “fresh”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…in winter, you go to work or school in the dark and come home in the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;dark&lt;/span&gt; – while only working eight-hour days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…if there’s a terrorist attack on the other side of the world, your first reaction is “&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;oh my god, did any Norwegians get hurt?”&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;what's your impression of norwegians?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522636585433359900-7900904835126396955?l=willassen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willassen.blogspot.com/feeds/7900904835126396955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://willassen.blogspot.com/2011/05/oi.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522636585433359900/posts/default/7900904835126396955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522636585433359900/posts/default/7900904835126396955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willassen.blogspot.com/2011/05/oi.html' title='OI !'/><author><name>Anna Willassen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17022445757925974345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrfHarY2sNg/S1nbnmH9zwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Do2LCaihwQE/S220/13662_182980719629_796909629_2819118_6309454_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522636585433359900.post-2099954503561371765</id><published>2011-04-11T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T14:33:09.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Puppies!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;The puppies are finally born! Uhuhuhuuu, where to start...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well well, I'm happy! heh.. it's 9 healthy little puppies. 2 boys and 9 girls all brown with some white marks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-na2eJku8qo4/TZ1iLPPJI4I/AAAAAAAAA3A/WTPvuPr6bD8/s1600/Paplo%252520Picasso%2525201915%252520copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-na2eJku8qo4/TZ1iLPPJI4I/AAAAAAAAA3A/WTPvuPr6bD8/s1600/Paplo%252520Picasso%2525201915%252520copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Father "Pablo"&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0JQYBigbOCQ/TRjwX6naIbI/AAAAAAAAAw0/xI2RKsi9Gmg/s1600/mille+i+farta_kopi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0JQYBigbOCQ/TRjwX6naIbI/AAAAAAAAAw0/xI2RKsi9Gmg/s320/mille+i+farta_kopi.jpg" width="296" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mother "Briza"&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿These little doggies have made wonderful little babies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yFR04EY-kCI/TaHoknUKBPI/AAAAAAAAA4w/Mptg6o5JTdo/s1600/IMG_0238.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yFR04EY-kCI/TaHoknUKBPI/AAAAAAAAA4w/Mptg6o5JTdo/s320/IMG_0238.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-boQk4I0V3Gs/TaHpiF6t6II/AAAAAAAAA40/mflZn2WSRxQ/s1600/bor+og+s%25C3%25B8ster.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="248" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-boQk4I0V3Gs/TaHpiF6t6II/AAAAAAAAA40/mflZn2WSRxQ/s320/bor+og+s%25C3%25B8ster.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XfxXeu9Mdn4/TaBey8JqvoI/AAAAAAAAA4c/170toZ9rGWc/s1600/f%25C3%25B8rstef%25C3%25B8dte+datter.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XfxXeu9Mdn4/TaBey8JqvoI/AAAAAAAAA4c/170toZ9rGWc/s320/f%25C3%25B8rstef%25C3%25B8dte+datter.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ool2vJ4FXBU/TaBnGOpcz0I/AAAAAAAAA4k/JTdBPRL5JGk/s1600/vel+hjemme.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ool2vJ4FXBU/TaBnGOpcz0I/AAAAAAAAA4k/JTdBPRL5JGk/s320/vel+hjemme.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say they are the most beautifull little creatures I've ever seen although they might look like poo to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're getting a girl. Or that's what my mother said. SO ! I still need name suggestions for a girl. If it's possible, it should be starting with F, cuz it's more fun that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just remembered that I haven't committed my daily "crime" so I thought I could download some music. Currently there's only crap music that I don't really listen to on my iPod :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522636585433359900-2099954503561371765?l=willassen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willassen.blogspot.com/feeds/2099954503561371765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://willassen.blogspot.com/2011/04/puppies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522636585433359900/posts/default/2099954503561371765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522636585433359900/posts/default/2099954503561371765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willassen.blogspot.com/2011/04/puppies.html' title='Puppies!'/><author><name>Anna Willassen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17022445757925974345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrfHarY2sNg/S1nbnmH9zwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Do2LCaihwQE/S220/13662_182980719629_796909629_2819118_6309454_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-na2eJku8qo4/TZ1iLPPJI4I/AAAAAAAAA3A/WTPvuPr6bD8/s72-c/Paplo%252520Picasso%2525201915%252520copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522636585433359900.post-1511956152636864538</id><published>2011-04-05T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T13:24:51.399-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='norway'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='salt in dreads'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='salt is good for dreads'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dread maintenance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='how to make dreadlocks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreads'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dread process'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreadlocks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='is salt good for dreadlocks?'/><title type='text'>AAAAH BURNING SCALP!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Haha, so my scalp is killing me. It'sbeen really, nonono, I mean &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;REALLY&lt;/span&gt; fucking itchy today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want is that my little dreadies will lock up a bit better. and yes, i do &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;sleep with a silk scarf&lt;/span&gt; on my head. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;THATS&lt;/span&gt; how much I love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I read somewhere that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;salt water is good for your dreads&lt;/span&gt;??? Well, I made a salt water solution, and kinda soaked my head in it, and.. how can I explain.. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;IT BURNS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess it's all worth it in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And haha, my head of year, mr. wilson, said that i might have to get rid of my babies. fuck no, I'm only staying in that school for 42 more days and I'm &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;DONE&lt;/span&gt;. bitchessssss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to do maths revising right now, for tomorrows test, but I'd rather do &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;ANYTHING&lt;/span&gt; else right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And do you know what it feels like to be confused? Like &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;REALLY&lt;/span&gt; confused? not knowing how to act, how to feel, or what to do? Well I do. And if you do too.. then.. well I don't care, haha. ofcourse I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cant wait to get home tho.. It's hard to explain.. but I really love it here in portugal, and I'm really gonna miss everyone here, but at the same time I can't wait to get the fuck out of this country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Norway is always gonna be my true home&lt;/span&gt;. Untill I get tired of it and move somewhere else ofcourse. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522636585433359900-1511956152636864538?l=willassen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willassen.blogspot.com/feeds/1511956152636864538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://willassen.blogspot.com/2011/04/aaaah-burning-scalp.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522636585433359900/posts/default/1511956152636864538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522636585433359900/posts/default/1511956152636864538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willassen.blogspot.com/2011/04/aaaah-burning-scalp.html' title='AAAAH BURNING SCALP!!!'/><author><name>Anna Willassen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17022445757925974345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrfHarY2sNg/S1nbnmH9zwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Do2LCaihwQE/S220/13662_182980719629_796909629_2819118_6309454_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522636585433359900.post-8193220811004934622</id><published>2011-03-28T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T06:11:58.762-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anna willassen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='how to make dreads'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='willassen.blogspot.com'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='methods'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maintenance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dread maintenance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='how to make dreadlocks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreads'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreadlocks'/><title type='text'>How I made my dreads</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, since I've now got dreads, I thought I could make a little tutorial on how I made them. and yes, I'm cool enough to take pictures of myself sitting all alone making my own babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Did that sound wrong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, I simply love putting those colours to phrases and words and such. Gives them a little boost you know!&lt;br /&gt;And about the dreads, I know there is LOADS of great advice on youtube about how you can do them, but this is my method ( no copyright intended, haha)&amp;nbsp;or simply just the way I did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Step 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brush your hair throughly. I already made two small dreadlocks on the back of my head in school, but decided to take them out as they kinda fucked up the sectioning for the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Step 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wash your hair. Remember to not use any balsam or lubricating stuff in your hair. You want it to be as frizzy as possible. I would also recommend, for people with fairly straight hair, or generally everyone, to sleep with plats or make some cornrows beforehand. You don't necessarily have to sleep with them, just keep them for a while until your hair is completely dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g2HdvyA0rHQ/TZJStTf7oeI/AAAAAAAAAJM/FnIQjFkivhU/s1600/IMG_5286.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g2HdvyA0rHQ/TZJStTf7oeI/AAAAAAAAAJM/FnIQjFkivhU/s400/IMG_5286.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shampoo&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LNu4YUhSe8M/TZJSv2iKutI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/TgXyB7mzlTA/s1600/IMG_5287.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LNu4YUhSe8M/TZJSv2iKutI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/TgXyB7mzlTA/s400/IMG_5287.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;wash out shampoo&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F1BY19AHup4/TZJSyY9BjjI/AAAAAAAAAJU/3Nu9VlejQx4/s1600/IMG_5288.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F1BY19AHup4/TZJSyY9BjjI/AAAAAAAAAJU/3Nu9VlejQx4/s400/IMG_5288.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;dry&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Step 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, when your hair is all dry, you brush it again. Make sure there's no knots whatsoever, and that your hair is completely dry and looks kinda frizzy. If you want to section them, that is completely up to you. I recommend this if you want them all in the same size and shape and if you want them to look kind of tidy. Might be a bit easier to maintain that way too, but I wouldn't know as I've only tried this method.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't really section my hair, but when I made them, I did them in layers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jJuAjjqFLcQ/TZJSqzAdAXI/AAAAAAAAAJI/_3bjfERRP94/s1600/IMG_5283.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jJuAjjqFLcQ/TZJSqzAdAXI/AAAAAAAAAJI/_3bjfERRP94/s400/IMG_5283.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAHA&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Step 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started from behind, doing layer by layer. Try feeling the amount of hair in your hand to check the approximate size of the dread. Looks kinda cool to have different sizes too I think, but decided to make them all more or less the same size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wuc6kJhmY80/TZJS1Sqjt-I/AAAAAAAAAJY/kevCewYtPGg/s1600/IMG_5289.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wuc6kJhmY80/TZJS1Sqjt-I/AAAAAAAAAJY/kevCewYtPGg/s320/IMG_5289.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Method:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I use the rip and twist method, which I think worked really well. Compared to the backcombing method, this way you keep more of the length of your hair, although they might not be as tight, and you might have a bigger problem with loose hairs. This can easily be fixed by using a crochet hook though. I think it's worth it, because I didn't want to loose much of the length.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lZ2U50IX97w/TZJS6xjwn_I/AAAAAAAAAJg/PK98rRm5KwY/s1600/IMG_5294.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lZ2U50IX97w/TZJS6xjwn_I/AAAAAAAAAJg/PK98rRm5KwY/s400/IMG_5294.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Looks a bit messy, but it's up to you how "well structured" you want them to be.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You decide if you want to do it yourself, or go to a studio or invite friends over and throw a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;dreadparty &lt;/span&gt;where you basically benefit from your friends hopefully good "making totally cool dreads thats gonna stay in your hair forever"-skills. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is what my result was, after having really sore fingers from all that ripping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3k0ZJRKLoK0/TZJTKhL8SpI/AAAAAAAAAJk/E-jXKKkJYtI/s1600/IMG_5268.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="293" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3k0ZJRKLoK0/TZJTKhL8SpI/AAAAAAAAAJk/E-jXKKkJYtI/s400/IMG_5268.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C4OxfdgMS1A/TZJS3XOzUhI/AAAAAAAAAJc/-QBWJwsJmsA/s1600/IMG_5291.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C4OxfdgMS1A/TZJS3XOzUhI/AAAAAAAAAJc/-QBWJwsJmsA/s400/IMG_5291.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thise is very time consuming,so you better be patient. And buy your friends some food so they don't have to go to mc donalds all of a sudden, leaving you with a halfdreaded head and might never come back as they can die from cardiac diseases which we all know is caused by &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Old Uncle McDonald" thats thrown his evil spell on you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From here it's really up to you. Might write later on how to maintain them properly as soon as mine look better and I find a good way to do it, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck ;) And if there's any questions on how NOT to do dreads, I'm here for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;If you've got dreadlocks, how did you make them? Did you have any problems on your way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522636585433359900-8193220811004934622?l=willassen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willassen.blogspot.com/feeds/8193220811004934622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://willassen.blogspot.com/2011/03/how-i-made-my-dreads.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522636585433359900/posts/default/8193220811004934622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522636585433359900/posts/default/8193220811004934622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willassen.blogspot.com/2011/03/how-i-made-my-dreads.html' title='How I made my dreads'/><author><name>Anna Willassen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17022445757925974345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrfHarY2sNg/S1nbnmH9zwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Do2LCaihwQE/S220/13662_182980719629_796909629_2819118_6309454_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g2HdvyA0rHQ/TZJStTf7oeI/AAAAAAAAAJM/FnIQjFkivhU/s72-c/IMG_5286.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522636585433359900.post-6801498594851307165</id><published>2011-03-27T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T15:43:45.216-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anna willassen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dread maintenance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreads'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dread process'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreadlocks'/><title type='text'>I've got</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;DREADS!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm all happy about my little babies! It wasn't planned at all though, but it's such funnn. Just started making a couple in class on wensday, and when I got back home I did the rest of my hair myself in like 2 hours or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Due to contrary belief&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;(lol), dreads do not necessarily need to be all dirty, filthy and smelly. Mine are all natural, which means no wax or other disgusting things in my hair. Not using wax also makes it possible for me to undread them later on if I want to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People also think that once youve got your dreads, you don't have to do anything. that is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;WRONG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;. I'm just tellin' ya. it's a LOT of work. palm roll. palm roll, clockwise rubbing, palm roll, palm roll, undread, redread, palm roll. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;FOR EVAR AND EVAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;! Or well at least for the first couple of months. It takes up to a year, sometimes even more, for the dreads to truly lock, and they might not look as good as you want them to for the first couple of months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;This is what they look like now. it's been 3 days since I made them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PItR3CClJNU/TY-9R2fw0wI/AAAAAAAAAJE/FE_QeSys8Cs/s1600/IMG_5239.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="324" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PItR3CClJNU/TY-9R2fw0wI/AAAAAAAAAJE/FE_QeSys8Cs/s640/IMG_5239.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;funny picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;Theyre kind of itchy tho, but I guess that's just a part of the process :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;What's your opinion about dreadlocks?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522636585433359900-6801498594851307165?l=willassen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willassen.blogspot.com/feeds/6801498594851307165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://willassen.blogspot.com/2011/03/ive-got.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522636585433359900/posts/default/6801498594851307165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522636585433359900/posts/default/6801498594851307165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willassen.blogspot.com/2011/03/ive-got.html' title='I&apos;ve got'/><author><name>Anna Willassen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17022445757925974345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrfHarY2sNg/S1nbnmH9zwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Do2LCaihwQE/S220/13662_182980719629_796909629_2819118_6309454_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PItR3CClJNU/TY-9R2fw0wI/AAAAAAAAAJE/FE_QeSys8Cs/s72-c/IMG_5239.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522636585433359900.post-5122415629537304495</id><published>2011-03-21T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T14:29:48.976-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anna willassen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reasons to love summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='norway'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lagotto romagnolo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chinchilla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='portugal'/><title type='text'>It's been a while</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;So actually there's been a lot going on lately. I can say that it's been.. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;interesting&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;thank God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I didn't go to school on friday! In the morning I woke up as I would if I'd gone to school, and I couldn't find my chinchilla, but didn't really think about it at the time. Then I went to the gym at 8.30, cycled around to a beach called Guincho and home, so I got there around 11.30. Took something to eat, and watched a bit of tv, then I go down to my bathroom to get my towel and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;TADAA!&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;dead rat in the toilet.. Naa, just kidding, but she was just like floating around therein the toilet, and she's usually really energetic! So let's say that I kinda panicked a bit and lifted her out, and she's &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;NEVER&lt;/span&gt; that calm, so something was definitely wrong. dont know how long she'd been in there for, but anyways.. I got her out of there, washed her and dried her with a hairdryer so she got all clean and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Fluffy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;. :) so basically, if I'd gone to school that day shed probably be dead when I got back home..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I got those &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Weird thoughts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;that I might have peed on her in the morning without noticing. but, haha, I doubt it. I hope she'll be fine.. and I kinda feel like a super hero right now. Saving my baby from drowning in the toilet :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Later that night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I went to cascais and met up with my dear friends. Can't describe how much I've missed that; A warm summer night, youre on the beach with your friends, just chilling you know. That night reminded me so much of summer. Can't wait for it to come! Although its been between 18 and 28 degrees since thursday or so. like.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I don't mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;at all :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;And &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;HEY! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;I'm getting a little doggy :D I've been waiting for this for sooo long, so I'm really happy! My mom called me and said that she had some good news, so I understood straight away.. she just said like;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;"I want you to come home. I need your help with something." :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm finally getting my little puppy! Thats why my mood is so colourfull!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess that means that I&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;'m going b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;ack&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;to norw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;ay a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;fter summer..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Have you ever had to leave something really important and meaningful behind you? What was it like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522636585433359900-5122415629537304495?l=willassen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willassen.blogspot.com/feeds/5122415629537304495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://willassen.blogspot.com/2011/03/its-been-while.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522636585433359900/posts/default/5122415629537304495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522636585433359900/posts/default/5122415629537304495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willassen.blogspot.com/2011/03/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s been a while'/><author><name>Anna Willassen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17022445757925974345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrfHarY2sNg/S1nbnmH9zwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Do2LCaihwQE/S220/13662_182980719629_796909629_2819118_6309454_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522636585433359900.post-5919286326211073548</id><published>2011-03-01T15:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T15:30:32.477-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anna willassen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dirty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reasons not to clean your room'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='why you shouldnt clean your room'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='willassen'/><title type='text'>I was gonna clean my room, but then I got high..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;JUUUST KIDDING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, my dad always seem to find thousands of reasons why I should clean my room, so I thought I could list&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;9 reasons not to clean your room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="list_items" style="color: #003366; font-family: Verdana, Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 1.4em; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 20px; padding-top: 30px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 15px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Federal regulations say you can’t work in such cluttered,&lt;br /&gt;hazardous conditions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 15px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Your mom refuses to rent a backhoe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 15px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;7 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It’s your only defense against the closet monsters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 15px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; The bedbugs have stopped biting, and are now threatening to&lt;br /&gt;take hostages if you touch one dirty sock.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 15px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;5 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Today’s dirty room is next year’s Science Fair winner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 15px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; The pile of clothes may *seem* harmless, but the claws and&lt;br /&gt;twenty legs make it tough to capture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 15px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; There is NO WAY all of that is going to fit under your bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 15px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Environmentalists would be all over you for destroying the&lt;br /&gt;natural habitat of “that thing.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="num1_line" style="font-family: Verdana, Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 1.5em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 20px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;and the Number 1 Reason not to Clean Your Room…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="list_items" style="color: #003366; font-family: Verdana, Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 1.4em; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 20px; padding-top: 30px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;1 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;In a couple of years the mess will be high enough to hide a&lt;br /&gt;boyfriend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="list_items" style="color: #003366; font-family: Verdana, Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 1.4em; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 20px; padding-top: 30px;"&gt;But still, I'm forced to do it since my father is threatening me to not allowing me to go horse riding if I don't. and he's trying to teach me &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;blackmail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; people!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="list_items" style="color: #003366; font-family: Verdana, Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 1.4em; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 20px; padding-top: 30px;"&gt;So this is how it looked &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;BEFORE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I cleaned it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="list_items" style="color: #003366; font-family: Verdana, Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 1.4em; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 20px; padding-top: 30px;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hH7M9edtwp0/TW2A7KdV11I/AAAAAAAAAI8/IzTmYlqx0Ts/s1600/IMG_4978%255B1%255D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hH7M9edtwp0/TW2A7KdV11I/AAAAAAAAAI8/IzTmYlqx0Ts/s320/IMG_4978%255B1%255D.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="list_items" style="color: #003366; font-family: Verdana, Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 1.4em; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 20px; padding-top: 30px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And this is what it looks like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;AFTER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;just kidding, I gave up after taking the picture...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And PFFHT you know my room doesn't look like that at all! just dragged out all my clothes and made it look messy just to take this picture. duhuu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I'm not the only one with a messy room am I ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/3522636585433359900-5919286326211073548?l=willassen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willassen.blogspot.com/feeds/5919286326211073548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://willassen.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-was-gonna-clean-my-room-but-then-i.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522636585433359900/posts/default/5919286326211073548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522636585433359900/posts/default/5919286326211073548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willassen.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-was-gonna-clean-my-room-but-then-i.html' title='I was gonna clean my room, but then I got high..'/><author><name>Anna Willassen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17022445757925974345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrfHarY2sNg/S1nbnmH9zwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Do2LCaihwQE/S220/13662_182980719629_796909629_2819118_6309454_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hH7M9edtwp0/TW2A7KdV11I/AAAAAAAAAI8/IzTmYlqx0Ts/s72-c/IMG_4978%255B1%255D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522636585433359900.post-6294451058921312764</id><published>2011-02-28T13:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T13:31:25.576-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='olav'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anna willassen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reasons to love summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ice cream'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='why i love summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='barbeque'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Håkon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surfing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>How I love that summer feeling!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;In this very moment, while avoiding homework (again), I started looking at pictures from the summer. And &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Holy shit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; I miss it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my &lt;span style="color: cyan; font-size: large;"&gt;tan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;, my &lt;span style="color: cyan; font-size: large;"&gt;body&lt;/span&gt;, my long&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, all the &lt;span style="color: cyan; font-size: large;"&gt;memories&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;late nights&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;with friends, &lt;span style="color: cyan; font-size: large;"&gt;barbeques&lt;/span&gt;, long days at the &lt;span style="color: cyan; font-size: large;"&gt;beach&lt;/span&gt; with a massive &lt;span style="color: cyan; font-size: large;"&gt;hangover&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: cyan; font-size: large;"&gt;salty hair&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;sand&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;everywhere, meeting new&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, realizing the world is so much smaller than you could ever imagine, &lt;span style="color: cyan; font-size: large;"&gt;jamming&lt;/span&gt; (ofcourse not me, but listening to it), &lt;span style="color: cyan; font-size: large;"&gt;no worries&lt;/span&gt;, and above all &lt;span style="color: cyan; font-size: large;"&gt;no school&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why I love summer. My own&lt;span style="color: cyan; font-size: large;"&gt; top&amp;nbsp;65 reasons to adore it:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"&gt;Long and lazy afternoons&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;swimming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;hot sand&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"&gt;bikini&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;ice cream&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;sunbaking&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;watermelon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;fresh fruit&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;riding on the beach&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;surfing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color: lime; font-size: x-large;"&gt;freedom&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;driving with the windows open&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;the sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt; laid back&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: cyan; font-size: large;"&gt;blue skies&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;meeting up with friends&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;jack johnson&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;friendly people&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;storms &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;cold drinks&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;holidays&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;clear skies&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;stars&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;fruit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;family&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no plans&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;christmas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-size: large;"&gt;falling asleep on the beach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt; humidity&lt;/span&gt; thongs &lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;mangoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;parties&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;sand&lt;/span&gt; smiles &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;watching waves foaming on the shore&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;barbeques&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;fun&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;healthy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;new years eve&lt;/span&gt; no plans &lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;bright colours&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;peaches&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;swimming&lt;/span&gt; t-shirts &lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;smoothies&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;diving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt; lying in the shade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffd966;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;salty hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;warm rain&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;sand castles&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;more energy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffd966;"&gt; warm evenings&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;tomatoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;hot weather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;strawberries&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;the smell of bushfire&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;camping&lt;/span&gt; cicadas &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;volleyball&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;relaxing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hammocks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;reading by the pool&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;diving under waves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Here you go! No specific order, just some of the reasons why I love summer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought I could upload some photos from last summer to bring back some memories..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-HrZlBOcZIuY/TWwQqplLChI/AAAAAAAAAIU/pXdxTN9X4I0/s1600/portugal+sommer+2010+348.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" l6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-HrZlBOcZIuY/TWwQqplLChI/AAAAAAAAAIU/pXdxTN9X4I0/s320/portugal+sommer+2010+348.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Håkons house. Party all night long!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/--ihkjDk_OuQ/TWwQzFTNAhI/AAAAAAAAAIY/pjqi3l472Ko/s1600/portugal+sommer+2010+659.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" l6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/--ihkjDk_OuQ/TWwQzFTNAhI/AAAAAAAAAIY/pjqi3l472Ko/s320/portugal+sommer+2010+659.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Barbeque at Olavs house&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-480ImAsBsZ0/TWwREXnfJmI/AAAAAAAAAIc/gAY6DBfa2rQ/s1600/portugal+sommer+2010+072.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" l6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-480ImAsBsZ0/TWwREXnfJmI/AAAAAAAAAIc/gAY6DBfa2rQ/s320/portugal+sommer+2010+072.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Miss it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-8UCEkQy4KmY/TWwRNM_1JKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Xq6MKnZII7s/s1600/portugal+sommer+2010+156.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" l6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-8UCEkQy4KmY/TWwRNM_1JKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Xq6MKnZII7s/s320/portugal+sommer+2010+156.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Håkons party thing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/--k1mz-ilOa0/TWwRXlH0qSI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Nyag_DuYQts/s1600/portugal+sommer+2010+341.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" l6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/--k1mz-ilOa0/TWwRXlH0qSI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Nyag_DuYQts/s320/portugal+sommer+2010+341.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Håkons party thing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-td-4gkhvC8M/TWwRiyPYL2I/AAAAAAAAAIo/6qK8put_YNA/s1600/portugal+sommer+2010+649.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" l6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-td-4gkhvC8M/TWwRiyPYL2I/AAAAAAAAAIo/6qK8put_YNA/s320/portugal+sommer+2010+649.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Olavs barbeque&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Cs1RNlx7JfQ/TWwRpj9OxNI/AAAAAAAAAIs/9gDmS5aISG8/s1600/portugal+sommer+2010+746.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" l6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Cs1RNlx7JfQ/TWwRpj9OxNI/AAAAAAAAAIs/9gDmS5aISG8/s320/portugal+sommer+2010+746.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Olavs barbeque day 2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-d3D1wM82C1Y/TWwSDLd03tI/AAAAAAAAAIw/aCet5-p4_QU/s1600/portugal+sommer+2010+492.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" l6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-d3D1wM82C1Y/TWwSDLd03tI/AAAAAAAAAIw/aCet5-p4_QU/s320/portugal+sommer+2010+492.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;beaaaach please!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-0q9qYb0gYW8/TWwSTojR2gI/AAAAAAAAAI0/xml_Idqm_yg/s1600/portugal+sommer+2010+246.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" l6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-0q9qYb0gYW8/TWwSTojR2gI/AAAAAAAAAI0/xml_Idqm_yg/s320/portugal+sommer+2010+246.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Håkon taking cesca for.. uh..&amp;nbsp; walk?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-BcKofK7RGvg/TWwSkMZjULI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Kr67JqVBiFg/s1600/portugal+sommer+2010+397.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="231" l6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-BcKofK7RGvg/TWwSkMZjULI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Kr67JqVBiFg/s320/portugal+sommer+2010+397.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;﻿George showing off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: x-large;"&gt;What gives you the ultimate summer feeling?﻿&lt;/span&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/3522636585433359900-6294451058921312764?l=willassen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willassen.blogspot.com/feeds/6294451058921312764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://willassen.blogspot.com/2011/02/how-i-love-that-summer-feeling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522636585433359900/posts/default/6294451058921312764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522636585433359900/posts/default/6294451058921312764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willassen.blogspot.com/2011/02/how-i-love-that-summer-feeling.html' title='How I love that summer feeling!'/><author><name>Anna Willassen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17022445757925974345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrfHarY2sNg/S1nbnmH9zwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Do2LCaihwQE/S220/13662_182980719629_796909629_2819118_6309454_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-HrZlBOcZIuY/TWwQqplLChI/AAAAAAAAAIU/pXdxTN9X4I0/s72-c/portugal+sommer+2010+348.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522636585433359900.post-8668762964303579790</id><published>2011-02-24T15:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T15:51:56.464-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anna willassen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animal experimentation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animal abuse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cruelty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animal cruelty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vivisection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stop vivisection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stop animal experiments'/><title type='text'>Animal experimentation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/hgFWIh71KjY/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hgFWIh71KjY&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hgFWIh71KjY&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This video is so terrible. I swear I got so pissed when I watched it. Never really thought about vivisection before I had to write an essay about it in english. ﻿Then I searched for some videos on youtube. The task said that my arguements had to be neutral, and not against animal experimentation at all. I couldnt do it! I'm really being serious.. Just watch the video and you'll understand..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="264" id="il_fi" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ze0Kz_4FZyA/R_v9fe9po0I/AAAAAAAAAC4/mZPfhYRp5BI/s320/toxicity-test-rabbit.jpg" style="padding-bottom: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px;" width="210" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The greatness of a nation and its moral progress can be judged by the way its animals are treated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="296" id="il_fi" src="http://www.aboutmyplanet.com/wp-content/gallery/animal-testing/animalmonkeytesting.jpg" style="padding-bottom: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px;" width="253" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;They bleed - just like we do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;They suffer- just like we do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;They feel lonely inside - just like we do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;They want to live - just like we do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Because when it comes to pain, hunger and thirst, and not wanting to die, we're all basically the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;In silence they suffer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;In lonelyness they die&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="200" id="il_fi" src="http://www.animalliberationfront.com/ALFront/Actions-USA/vivisector_dario.gif" style="padding-bottom: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px;" width="260" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;They don't want the general public to know what's really going on. Why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="423" id="il_fi" src="http://writingthetruth.files.wordpress.com/2010/06/animal-testing.jpg" style="padding-bottom: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px;" width="422" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;What do you think of animal experimentation?&lt;/span&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/3522636585433359900-8668762964303579790?l=willassen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willassen.blogspot.com/feeds/8668762964303579790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://willassen.blogspot.com/2011/02/animal-experimentation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522636585433359900/posts/default/8668762964303579790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522636585433359900/posts/default/8668762964303579790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willassen.blogspot.com/2011/02/animal-experimentation.html' title='Animal experimentation'/><author><name>Anna Willassen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17022445757925974345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrfHarY2sNg/S1nbnmH9zwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Do2LCaihwQE/S220/13662_182980719629_796909629_2819118_6309454_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ze0Kz_4FZyA/R_v9fe9po0I/AAAAAAAAAC4/mZPfhYRp5BI/s72-c/toxicity-test-rabbit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522636585433359900.post-2711457517228991095</id><published>2011-02-20T17:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T17:06:28.963-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tentador de vales'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anna willassen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='riding exam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horseriding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oitavos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sela 4'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sela 7'/><title type='text'>Hello hello</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I'm sitting here in the middle of the night, avoiding my bed, just to get the feeling that it takes longer time for tomorrow to come so that my math test is further away! And it's been a "long time" since I've written anything in my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhoo, this weekend has been rather amusing. On thursday and friday I didn't go to school.. Wonder why..? so This weekend has actually been a little vacation for me. Went horse riding two times every day, and I'm being serious when I say that I could do this for living!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On friday Alex slept over. That was fun................. And then at 9 in the morning (yes I was awake, don't ask me why) Ingri and Mary comes to "spend the night" as well. Didn't see much of them that day tho. I went to the stable to practice for my exam on sunday which is "sala 4", wiich means something like sadle 4 in english.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to ride a dressage program, which was fairly straight forward, a written exam and jump some fences in the end. I got the grade "bom" (good), which is riiight below "muito bom" (very good) which is the best grade. So then I got a suggestion that I should take the "sala 7" next weekend, which I might just do :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-doGOz5i-hic/TWG4yZHlrXI/AAAAAAAAAHo/NTa7knACAdk/s1600/IMG_4874.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-doGOz5i-hic/TWG4yZHlrXI/AAAAAAAAAHo/NTa7knACAdk/s320/IMG_4874.JPG" width="201" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is Tentador de Vales. His name "Tentador" means tempting in portuguese. He is absolutely the most lovely horse I've ever ridden. Except from Alex of course. Just kidding, haa............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cHJQa55M0Jg/TWG41cW0pVI/AAAAAAAAAHs/LavV7bYeI6I/s1600/IMG_4879.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="229" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cHJQa55M0Jg/TWG41cW0pVI/AAAAAAAAAHs/LavV7bYeI6I/s320/IMG_4879.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Might just consider taking him back home to norway!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;only got good pictures from the dressage part&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I wonder what to do the rest of the night.. would like to ask you for suggestions but I guess no one is awake at this time at night, considering that it's school tomorrow and all. Which we all love, of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So goodnight people of the world. Which we all know reads my blog :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522636585433359900-2711457517228991095?l=willassen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willassen.blogspot.com/feeds/2711457517228991095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://willassen.blogspot.com/2011/02/hello-hello.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522636585433359900/posts/default/2711457517228991095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522636585433359900/posts/default/2711457517228991095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willassen.blogspot.com/2011/02/hello-hello.html' title='Hello hello'/><author><name>Anna Willassen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17022445757925974345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrfHarY2sNg/S1nbnmH9zwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Do2LCaihwQE/S220/13662_182980719629_796909629_2819118_6309454_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-doGOz5i-hic/TWG4yZHlrXI/AAAAAAAAAHo/NTa7knACAdk/s72-c/IMG_4874.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522636585433359900.post-8063834618283737311</id><published>2011-02-16T17:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T17:02:52.001-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deodorant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bored'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things to do when you&apos;re bored'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking spray'/><title type='text'>What to do when bored</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I just realized that I get bored quite often, so I thought I might make a list of a couple of things to do when bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Laugh hysterically every day at 12.57. This, of course, lasts for only a minute, so at 12.58 you have to be dead serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Rock out to kiddie songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Use cooking spray as deodorant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Freestyle rap. Poorly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Matter-of-factly take off your sock. And put it in your wallet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Become inexplicably irate by the sight of toast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think this is strange? Well this is what I do on a daily basis and I'm serious when I say that it makes my life more interesting. Especially the "smelling like cooking spray" part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any suggestions for what to do when you're bored, without looking like a complete idiot? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/3522636585433359900-8063834618283737311?l=willassen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willassen.blogspot.com/feeds/8063834618283737311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://willassen.blogspot.com/2011/02/what-to-do-when-bored.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522636585433359900/posts/default/8063834618283737311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522636585433359900/posts/default/8063834618283737311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willassen.blogspot.com/2011/02/what-to-do-when-bored.html' title='What to do when bored'/><author><name>Anna Willassen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17022445757925974345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrfHarY2sNg/S1nbnmH9zwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Do2LCaihwQE/S220/13662_182980719629_796909629_2819118_6309454_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522636585433359900.post-2193620040728823765</id><published>2011-02-14T13:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T13:18:53.698-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anna willassen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='valentines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CVS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='valentines day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='valentines day sucks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bullshit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='st valentine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boyfriend'/><title type='text'>Valentine's day sucks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I hate valentines day. It's so full of crap, aids and cancer. My way of saying that it's pretty tragic. I mean, it's just another reason for couples to get mad at each other for forgetting this fake fake FAKE day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Valentine's day can bite me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no doubt about it. Valentine's Day sucks. What a bunch of trite trash it is. Everyone runs around frothing, proclaiming their love and pledging their eternal allegiance to one another. It makes me sick. If someone truly cared about you, I think you'd hear it more often than once a year, presented with a heart shaped cardboard box picked up from CVS filled with cheap chocolates made with oils and lard and a card picked up for $2.95. This will supposedly cover all wrongs and faults in the relationship with one fell swoop, leaving the giver allieved of all sins committed within the past year. Don't get me wrong. I'm not a single young woman bent on giving grief to everyone else who is dating. I'm a stark realist. I want someone to tell me if I'm loved of their own volition, not because some fabricated greeting card holiday sponsored by Hallmark compels them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you wanted someone to feel they are forcibly handing you a gift? Was it just before or after you put on your "Will Dance For Love" sign? I kid you not, this past week at work, the latest memo down the pike was "Nothing says 'Love' like an attractive cash/wrap!" What garbage is this? Someone made this up, and they were being serious about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing about this horrid day is that people start anticipating it soon after New Year's. Once SuperBowl Sunday has passed, you know that for the next month or so, all you're going to hear about is this day in which Cupid, the fat, miniature angel wearing nothing but a loincloth, has pierced someone's heart with his little Arrow O' Luv. Spare me. I think I'd rather see the darling cherub with a shotgun wound to the head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Getting a gift from your significant other on Valentine's Day almost seems dumb. If it weren't a holy day of obligation for anyone within a 50-mile radius of a fuzzy stuffed heart to run out and purchase it for their beloved, I might view it differently. I mean, everyone loves getting gifts. But it's getting a gift that really, really means something that touches the heart. More often than not, the gift that you get on this day of sick public displays of affection are nothing more than a little something to say you've upheld your end of the bargain and have fulfilled your duties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there's my secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/3522636585433359900-2193620040728823765?l=willassen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willassen.blogspot.com/feeds/2193620040728823765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://willassen.blogspot.com/2011/02/imma-tell-yall-secret.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522636585433359900/posts/default/2193620040728823765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522636585433359900/posts/default/2193620040728823765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willassen.blogspot.com/2011/02/imma-tell-yall-secret.html' title='Valentine&apos;s day sucks'/><author><name>Anna Willassen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17022445757925974345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrfHarY2sNg/S1nbnmH9zwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Do2LCaihwQE/S220/13662_182980719629_796909629_2819118_6309454_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522636585433359900.post-7862752290550323812</id><published>2011-02-13T15:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T15:32:01.529-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lady gaga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chatroulette'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pancakes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ingri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guitar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nathan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='history test'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='retard'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sunglasses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anna willassen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='annawillassen.blogspot.no'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surfing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='willassen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boyfriend'/><title type='text'>It's been a good weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Hey youS all !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;On friday Ingri and Alex slept in my house. Partyed to LADY GAGA (lol) all night long thanks to Ingri! but Hey! thats fine you knowww.. Add some alcohol to it and then you don't really care anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4HmvNpR5Yao/TVhegVytDfI/AAAAAAAAAHI/UgEkRupdw40/s1600/helg+2011+239.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4HmvNpR5Yao/TVhegVytDfI/AAAAAAAAAHI/UgEkRupdw40/s320/helg+2011+239.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is a joke. I don't smoke! Totally quit when I was like.. 9&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;&gt;&amp;lt;&amp;gt; &lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;lt;&amp;gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IYh8AYD79cQ/TVhfLK6o7NI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/lWZNtvP0Ppc/s1600/helg+2011+164.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IYh8AYD79cQ/TVhfLK6o7NI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/lWZNtvP0Ppc/s320/helg+2011+164.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/&gt;&lt;/&gt;&lt;td style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Uens8msplIk/TVhfte1pfNI/AAAAAAAAAHc/4r7TB7F3Me8/s1600/helg+2011+166.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Uens8msplIk/TVhfte1pfNI/AAAAAAAAAHc/4r7TB7F3Me8/s320/helg+2011+166.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;&gt;&amp;lt;&amp;gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/&gt;&lt;/&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pimp1 and pimp2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-za3GwrvrEMs/TVhfzQn3NSI/AAAAAAAAAHg/BMfvJssIE34/s1600/helg+2011+167.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-za3GwrvrEMs/TVhfzQn3NSI/AAAAAAAAAHg/BMfvJssIE34/s320/helg+2011+167.JPG" width="237" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alex being cool. In my sunglasses. Retard.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JXBDmp4bEck/TVhezOLuOfI/AAAAAAAAAHM/cRs6ppOzWe4/s1600/helg+2011+193.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JXBDmp4bEck/TVhezOLuOfI/AAAAAAAAAHM/cRs6ppOzWe4/s320/helg+2011+193.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eating the EXTREME way. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x3nP-rL382I/TVhfrPy8WZI/AAAAAAAAAHY/BhmFvHbuVOc/s1600/helg+2011+227.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x3nP-rL382I/TVhfrPy8WZI/AAAAAAAAAHY/BhmFvHbuVOc/s320/helg+2011+227.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Then we slept all day and all night and woke up again, and Alex went home so Ingri and I had to keep the party giong without him. Bought some champagne, made some pancakes (I know, weird combination), ate some chocolate, some chips, AND then we logged on to chatroulette (EWWWWWWWW) and entertained ourselves with old men jerking off (jks).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yTwol3rDaOg/TVhfPzBm-WI/AAAAAAAAAHU/ZSo5WKXJ-YA/s1600/helg+2011+235.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yTwol3rDaOg/TVhfPzBm-WI/AAAAAAAAAHU/ZSo5WKXJ-YA/s320/helg+2011+235.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Imma tell you one time&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UJ0118I6LN4/TVhf9v6I27I/AAAAAAAAAHk/yYIPhftoohU/s1600/helg+2011+169.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UJ0118I6LN4/TVhf9v6I27I/AAAAAAAAAHk/yYIPhftoohU/s320/helg+2011+169.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;And then today I went surfing for the very first time with Alex, Nathan and Zach (I think thats his face), and GOD I LOVED IT. I'm not saying that I'm good at it, but duuhuu, it takes a lifetime to learn and this was my first time. But I'm definitly going to do it again next week. And haha, I've got bruises all over my body and I started nosebleeding two times or so. It feels like someone hit me in the face with a fire extinguisher.. But still, it was so much fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="388" id="il_fi" src="http://latimesblogs.latimes.com/photos/uncategorized/2008/05/16/surf.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; padding-bottom: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;yep..that's me right there!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;And now it's sunday (fml), tomorrow its monday (FML) and I've got a history test (&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;FML&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;). But yeah, Life is good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;And in case youre wondering; I love my boyfriend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; 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border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Uens8msplIk/TVhfte1pfNI/AAAAAAAAAHc/4r7TB7F3Me8/s1600/helg+2011+166.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522636585433359900-7862752290550323812?l=willassen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willassen.blogspot.com/feeds/7862752290550323812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://willassen.blogspot.com/2011/02/its-been-good-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522636585433359900/posts/default/7862752290550323812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522636585433359900/posts/default/7862752290550323812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willassen.blogspot.com/2011/02/its-been-good-weekend.html' title='It&apos;s been a good weekend'/><author><name>Anna Willassen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17022445757925974345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrfHarY2sNg/S1nbnmH9zwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Do2LCaihwQE/S220/13662_182980719629_796909629_2819118_6309454_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4HmvNpR5Yao/TVhegVytDfI/AAAAAAAAAHI/UgEkRupdw40/s72-c/helg+2011+239.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522636585433359900.post-812052088595324496</id><published>2011-02-09T15:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T15:16:03.212-08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh and btw :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I HATE YOU, YOU WHORE :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny part is that I don't even know you :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522636585433359900-812052088595324496?l=willassen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willassen.blogspot.com/feeds/812052088595324496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://willassen.blogspot.com/2011/02/oh-and-btw.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522636585433359900/posts/default/812052088595324496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522636585433359900/posts/default/812052088595324496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willassen.blogspot.com/2011/02/oh-and-btw.html' title='oh and btw :)'/><author><name>Anna Willassen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17022445757925974345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrfHarY2sNg/S1nbnmH9zwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Do2LCaihwQE/S220/13662_182980719629_796909629_2819118_6309454_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522636585433359900.post-7117167029552202288</id><published>2011-02-09T14:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T15:13:39.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I like hobos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today's been ok actually :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well school is school, but damn we had one hell of a party at the spot afterwards! Newer seen that place so crowded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-picasa-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_CrfHarY2sNg/TVMQcKhiFGI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/kDVeJz1X4oE/s1600/VID%2B00041-20110209-1629.3GP" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fv18.nonxt5.googlevideo.com%2Fvideoplayback%3Fid%3D4afc3856d89069aa%26itag%3D18%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1297310929%26sparams%3Did%2Citag%2Cip%2Cipbits%2Cexpire%26signature%3D47A9DDD6F6878FBA870B18EB36B0545F44D6F8FA.5EFB0BAAD4F0AC18107029035C00B4C67925EA82%26key%3Dck1" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fv18.nonxt5.googlevideo.com%2Fvideoplayback%3Fid%3D4afc3856d89069aa%26itag%3D18%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1297310929%26sparams%3Did%2Citag%2Cip%2Cipbits%2Cexpire%26signature%3D47A9DDD6F6878FBA870B18EB36B0545F44D6F8FA.5EFB0BAAD4F0AC18107029035C00B4C67925EA82%26key%3Dck1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This hobo me and my dad met in cascais, after buying me some new shoes! My dad in his military uniform, and me in my school uniform. At first two ladies walked their tiny little dogs, and another hobo commented "what sort of rat is that?", which I found quite funny, but the lady did not, ofcourse.. And then the hobo commented "cute rabbits!" to the ladies which started to get slightly upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"do you like rabbits?" don't know why my dad asked him this, but straight away the hobo (which was about 65 years old) ran up in between my dad and me and asked for coins. "I'm poor! I'm poor!" my dad gave him two euros, and then the hobo started asking questions to my dad, like "why do you have a uniform?? What flag is that?? oooh, Norway? what is that?? I want one of those uniforms, can you get one for me??" my dad suggested that he could get one of mine instead. He responded quickly that mine was "too sexy smexy", to use his own words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really bothers me that I'm not able to find the video of him! it was so funny! If I can find it I'll upload it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywaays, Ingri and I went to this gym in cascais. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;That was fun..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c388aebf0537e005" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc388aebf0537e005%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331799077%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5189B8C3F6A918F12D4511DCC92CD94978FA9EA8.4418B8F3E61AE45F656DD12733214880127CF1D6%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc388aebf0537e005%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D9-czm0mBQmhPArhoQGdDkhs4pME&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc388aebf0537e005%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331799077%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5189B8C3F6A918F12D4511DCC92CD94978FA9EA8.4418B8F3E61AE45F656DD12733214880127CF1D6%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc388aebf0537e005%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D9-czm0mBQmhPArhoQGdDkhs4pME&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soo, this is just to give you a little taste of what we did.. Going back tomorrow! Need to get fit for the summer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/3522636585433359900-7117167029552202288?l=willassen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willassen.blogspot.com/feeds/7117167029552202288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://willassen.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-like-hobos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522636585433359900/posts/default/7117167029552202288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522636585433359900/posts/default/7117167029552202288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willassen.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-like-hobos.html' title='I like hobos'/><author><name>Anna Willassen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17022445757925974345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrfHarY2sNg/S1nbnmH9zwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Do2LCaihwQE/S220/13662_182980719629_796909629_2819118_6309454_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522636585433359900.post-1114048673997427147</id><published>2011-02-07T16:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T14:25:47.230-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anna willassen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chinchilla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hamburgers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wtf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='veggie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vegetable burger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vegetarian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='willassen'/><title type='text'>Change</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I decided to change my topic again, because I'm getting bored all the time. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And I skyved school today.. Need to stop doing that! &amp;nbsp;It's just that school makes me so depressed! baah..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Anywaaays, I made the best dinner today! My dad was gonna make hamburgers (which I actually LOVE but dont tell anyone) and I figured out I wanted veggie burgers! and my dad was like:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrfHarY2sNg/TVG76MabmCI/AAAAAAAAAFw/-SoH7KWH47o/s1600/wtf.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrfHarY2sNg/TVG76MabmCI/AAAAAAAAAFw/-SoH7KWH47o/s320/wtf.jpg" width="258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;so I made them and MMMMMMM they were delicious.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;They were really easy to make too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;1 carrot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;1 potato&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;30g leek&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;2 eggs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;50g crutons&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;salt + pepper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Just mix it all together and fry it and there you go! yummy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;this makes 4 burgers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CrfHarY2sNg/TVG_GluyVsI/AAAAAAAAAF0/jhJIYW23vZw/s1600/burger.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="248" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CrfHarY2sNg/TVG_GluyVsI/AAAAAAAAAF0/jhJIYW23vZw/s320/burger.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And for your information my chinchilla is doing really well! I had some trouble filming, but she's not that shy anymore and climbs onto my hands and arms by herself.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-58382e72c89a425f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D58382e72c89a425f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331799077%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4CBBAC4DB558C9A345567A3D32037DF76DE6CFD1.639784AA6168103BC520802545AD9CA034CB8538%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D58382e72c89a425f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DookbcCr4qDPfg-2mSp-sepWYbO0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D58382e72c89a425f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331799077%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4CBBAC4DB558C9A345567A3D32037DF76DE6CFD1.639784AA6168103BC520802545AD9CA034CB8538%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D58382e72c89a425f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DookbcCr4qDPfg-2mSp-sepWYbO0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cutie&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know if I've got any homework for tomorrow, and I don't wanna know, so I can't be bothered to open my planner..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Have you got any suggestions for vegetarian recipes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/3522636585433359900-1114048673997427147?l=willassen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willassen.blogspot.com/feeds/1114048673997427147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://willassen.blogspot.com/2011/02/change.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522636585433359900/posts/default/1114048673997427147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522636585433359900/posts/default/1114048673997427147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willassen.blogspot.com/2011/02/change.html' title='Change'/><author><name>Anna Willassen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17022445757925974345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrfHarY2sNg/S1nbnmH9zwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Do2LCaihwQE/S220/13662_182980719629_796909629_2819118_6309454_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrfHarY2sNg/TVG76MabmCI/AAAAAAAAAFw/-SoH7KWH47o/s72-c/wtf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522636585433359900.post-2559793279209322339</id><published>2011-02-05T15:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T15:59:12.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>People people people</title><content type='html'>First of all, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I HATE OLD PEOPLE. &lt;/span&gt;There I said it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Today I've been walking around in Barcelona like every other asian. Oh, sorry, I mean tourist! Those yellow fellow's are everywhere!I'm not saying this to be a racist, but it is actually true..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate feeling like a tourist. I like going places and act like I'm home..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although, I get to take pictures of peculiar people, which I find quite enjoyable :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CrfHarY2sNg/TU3dQijBS6I/AAAAAAAAAEo/55NUut3BALo/s1600/IMG_4423.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CrfHarY2sNg/TU3dQijBS6I/AAAAAAAAAEo/55NUut3BALo/s320/IMG_4423.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;asian invasion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrfHarY2sNg/TU3dsdEbO8I/AAAAAAAAAEs/t5yVEPFL5Nw/s1600/IMG_4441.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrfHarY2sNg/TU3dsdEbO8I/AAAAAAAAAEs/t5yVEPFL5Nw/s320/IMG_4441.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;hobo in a park&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrfHarY2sNg/TU3eDLaFdnI/AAAAAAAAAEw/2k9nnbVF9rU/s1600/IMG_4442.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrfHarY2sNg/TU3eDLaFdnI/AAAAAAAAAEw/2k9nnbVF9rU/s320/IMG_4442.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;his pit-bull had been in a fight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrfHarY2sNg/TU3e1DmSLeI/AAAAAAAAAE4/nGgJP77mAF0/s1600/IMG_4472.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrfHarY2sNg/TU3e1DmSLeI/AAAAAAAAAE4/nGgJP77mAF0/s320/IMG_4472.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrfHarY2sNg/TU3e1DmSLeI/AAAAAAAAAE4/nGgJP77mAF0/s1600/IMG_4472.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is what santa does when he's not working&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrfHarY2sNg/TU3fdfV1Z8I/AAAAAAAAAE8/ChwOftmOFxE/s1600/IMG_4496.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrfHarY2sNg/TU3fdfV1Z8I/AAAAAAAAAE8/ChwOftmOFxE/s320/IMG_4496.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;You see what this is?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CrfHarY2sNg/TU3eeF9yAvI/AAAAAAAAAE0/s1600/IMG_4465.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CrfHarY2sNg/TU3eeF9yAvI/AAAAAAAAAE0/s1600/IMG_4465.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrfHarY2sNg/TU3fzLJHITI/AAAAAAAAAFA/YHzeE7YYA-k/s1600/IMG_4509.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrfHarY2sNg/TU3fzLJHITI/AAAAAAAAAFA/YHzeE7YYA-k/s320/IMG_4509.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Hobo. Just chillin you know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrfHarY2sNg/TU3gTlmXBSI/AAAAAAAAAFE/orpJzxqkotQ/s1600/IMG_4515.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrfHarY2sNg/TU3gTlmXBSI/AAAAAAAAAFE/orpJzxqkotQ/s320/IMG_4515.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This guy was so &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrfHarY2sNg/TU3ggtNYJUI/AAAAAAAAAFI/GNq_5VNxbF4/s1600/IMG_4528.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="292" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrfHarY2sNg/TU3ggtNYJUI/AAAAAAAAAFI/GNq_5VNxbF4/s320/IMG_4528.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It's weird how this guy isn't famous.. Just because he's black!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrfHarY2sNg/TU3gu6rqdWI/AAAAAAAAAFM/CPnkY12ArJw/s1600/IMG_4549.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrfHarY2sNg/TU3gu6rqdWI/AAAAAAAAAFM/CPnkY12ArJw/s320/IMG_4549.JPG" width="224" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Then this girl came along, probably slightly high on shrooms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrfHarY2sNg/TU3hGhOBs3I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/bplmRvHzih0/s1600/IMG_4558.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrfHarY2sNg/TU3hGhOBs3I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/bplmRvHzih0/s320/IMG_4558.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This was so lovely. I mean her cat! It's just so.. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CrfHarY2sNg/TU3ha6WsgfI/AAAAAAAAAFU/omHOrM6iJaU/s1600/IMG_4562.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CrfHarY2sNg/TU3ha6WsgfI/AAAAAAAAAFU/omHOrM6iJaU/s320/IMG_4562.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;moomoo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Now these people totally made my day :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522636585433359900-2559793279209322339?l=willassen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willassen.blogspot.com/feeds/2559793279209322339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://willassen.blogspot.com/2011/02/people-people-people.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522636585433359900/posts/default/2559793279209322339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522636585433359900/posts/default/2559793279209322339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willassen.blogspot.com/2011/02/people-people-people.html' title='People people people'/><author><name>Anna Willassen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17022445757925974345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrfHarY2sNg/S1nbnmH9zwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Do2LCaihwQE/S220/13662_182980719629_796909629_2819118_6309454_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CrfHarY2sNg/TU3dQijBS6I/AAAAAAAAAEo/55NUut3BALo/s72-c/IMG_4423.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522636585433359900.post-586194985605448156</id><published>2011-02-05T15:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T15:14:18.321-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, how I love this wonderful place of learning and fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Yes, I am talking about school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.. But anyhoow, thought I could post some pictures of my awesome school, with awesome uniforms, and above all &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Awesome &lt;/span&gt;people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all know that I'm joking don't we..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrfHarY2sNg/TU3ZFQY4MeI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/yDF-jrI1a78/s1600/eh..+2011+374.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrfHarY2sNg/TU3ZFQY4MeI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/yDF-jrI1a78/s320/eh..+2011+374.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robbie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrfHarY2sNg/TU3ZFvWpEcI/AAAAAAAAAEY/bnudGpej49E/s1600/eh..+2011+466.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrfHarY2sNg/TU3ZFvWpEcI/AAAAAAAAAEY/bnudGpej49E/s320/eh..+2011+466.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elize. And Bart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CrfHarY2sNg/TU3ZGCjmlrI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Ewc4G7TEKzM/s1600/eh..+2011+538.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CrfHarY2sNg/TU3ZGCjmlrI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Ewc4G7TEKzM/s320/eh..+2011+538.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rosana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well there is more than 3 people in my school, but this is my lovebirds. Except from Bart. He's gay :) and not in my school anyways..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For your information I'm going green again! Back to being a vegetarian. Just because it makes me feel like a good person. And most of all it's because of youtube. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Why? &lt;/span&gt;Because sometimes (all the time) I get bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So carrots, here I come!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522636585433359900-586194985605448156?l=willassen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willassen.blogspot.com/feeds/586194985605448156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://willassen.blogspot.com/2011/02/oh-how-i-love-this-wonderful-place-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522636585433359900/posts/default/586194985605448156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522636585433359900/posts/default/586194985605448156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willassen.blogspot.com/2011/02/oh-how-i-love-this-wonderful-place-of.html' title='Oh, how I love this wonderful place of learning and fun!'/><author><name>Anna Willassen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17022445757925974345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrfHarY2sNg/S1nbnmH9zwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Do2LCaihwQE/S220/13662_182980719629_796909629_2819118_6309454_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrfHarY2sNg/TU3ZFQY4MeI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/yDF-jrI1a78/s72-c/eh..+2011+374.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522636585433359900.post-6633028262939374936</id><published>2011-02-04T13:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T13:46:55.098-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Had to give away my starbucks :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;You see, I'm in Barcelona right now, with my dear grandma, her best friend and my father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And cool as we are we were gonna go on one of these sightseeing busses ( the ones where you sit on the roof and listen to boring stuff you don't care about), and as we were waiting, since we lost the other bus ( you know how old people are, being all slow and shit) I went to get coffe from the starbucks shop right next to the bus stop. And at the same moment as I get out, the bus is there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_OMLYyLC8HTo/SZCOx18jFQI/AAAAAAAAXi0/Isyf8b7cGfY/shawn-sutton%20is%20a%20sexy%20black%20man_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_OMLYyLC8HTo/SZCOx18jFQI/AAAAAAAAXi0/Isyf8b7cGfY/shawn-sutton%20is%20a%20sexy%20black%20man_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fair enough, but when I was going in, the guy in the door was like " HEEEELL NO YOU AINT BRINGING THAT CAFFEINE SHIT INTO MY BUS" (yep, he was "the darker kind of person who people like to call a nigger)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked just like that, i swear!!! ok jks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had to get rid of my double latte with a hint of cinnamon in some kind of way.. And just like that, as if he was sent straight down from heaven above. THIRSTY HOBO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.shortsshortsshorts.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/seattle-hobo-300x225.jpg" /&gt;or a coffe...&lt;/blockquote&gt;so he saved my day. Although I didn't get my coffe... :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522636585433359900-6633028262939374936?l=willassen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willassen.blogspot.com/feeds/6633028262939374936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://willassen.blogspot.com/2011/02/had-to-give-away-my-starbucks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522636585433359900/posts/default/6633028262939374936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522636585433359900/posts/default/6633028262939374936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willassen.blogspot.com/2011/02/had-to-give-away-my-starbucks.html' title='Had to give away my starbucks :('/><author><name>Anna Willassen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17022445757925974345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrfHarY2sNg/S1nbnmH9zwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Do2LCaihwQE/S220/13662_182980719629_796909629_2819118_6309454_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_OMLYyLC8HTo/SZCOx18jFQI/AAAAAAAAXi0/Isyf8b7cGfY/s72-c/shawn-sutton%20is%20a%20sexy%20black%20man_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522636585433359900.post-7420352950793217773</id><published>2011-02-04T13:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T14:34:11.974-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animal abuse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bulls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bullfighting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='matador'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stop bullfighting'/><title type='text'>Bullfighting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I've been a good girl today! After getting more and more pissed at my grandma and my dad, walking around in Barcelona (no shopping, just museums and shit) for HOURS, I left them to get a taxi back to the apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then this guy sitting at a table all covered up in blood (obviously fake) caught my attention. It was easy to see that it was about ending bullfighting and the torture of animals for public entertainment in Spain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I signed a paper like everyone else was doing and gave the guy 10 euros. At least it made me feel better. I wouldn't know how he's gonna use the money to stop it, but still it cheered me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's true that 70% of spanish people doesn't give a shit about bullfighting, but ticket sales to tourists allow it to continue. When you pay to see a bullfight you're directly contributing to the slow and painful deaths of innocent animals, so please spend your money elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQghNVh33mJhAixah3sT7P5I5ZsK_bCqHmGJJfgwzB-BwR2nXrEQg&amp;amp;t=1" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQghNVh33mJhAixah3sT7P5I5ZsK_bCqHmGJJfgwzB-BwR2nXrEQg&amp;amp;t=1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A "traditional" bullfight is the torture of six animals, killed one after the other. It isn't the struggle of a single man against a "wild beast", but a malicious trap prepared by a whole team which leads to a weakened animal's death. Spanish bullfights also include men on horseback armed with spears. It's not unusual for the poor horses to be so badly gored by the bulls that they have to be killed, but only after they have been dragged from the ring and the view of the spectators.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sharkonline.org/bullfighting8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;If you are curious about bullfights, this is what happens: 24 hours beforehand, the bull if shut in a dark wooden box. Handlers weaken him by denying him food and painfully sawing off parts of his horns. He could also be beaten and drugged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQH8tJU94-Y3pKGd1j5yBcTf-Txc2Pdq2MiyoxkSO3ntf8cQZflgw" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.huffingtonpost.com/gen/82789/original.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the moment of the fight, the bull is released from the dark into the arena where he is blinded and disorientated by the sudden light. Almost immediately, he is stabbed with a spear of 45 cm to cut the base of his neck, force him to lower his neck, and start the blood loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.therealstevegray.com/wp-content/uploads/bullfights.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, "banderillas" (8 cm hooked barbs) are continuously thrust into his body. They hang off him, severing his nerves and muscles each time he moves. Finally a sword of 80-100 cm is plunged in, penetrating the bull's heart, his lungs, his diaphragm or liver, causing him to die, vomit and drown in his own blood. Body parts may be cut off as trophies, even while he's still conscious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/J9WMaMVa9pwfugu7qRu7KnRho1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/J9WMaMVa9pwfugu7qRu7KnRho1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/iopfZaZRRg4/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iopfZaZRRg4&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iopfZaZRRg4&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After researching a bit more about this, it's even more terrible. I'm sure that Spain has many other fiestas that demonstrate it is possible to enjoy yourself and spanish culture without causing needless suffering. Between us, we can end the torture of animals for public entertainment in spain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;What do you think about bullfighting?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522636585433359900-7420352950793217773?l=willassen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willassen.blogspot.com/feeds/7420352950793217773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://willassen.blogspot.com/2011/02/bullfighting.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522636585433359900/posts/default/7420352950793217773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522636585433359900/posts/default/7420352950793217773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willassen.blogspot.com/2011/02/bullfighting.html' title='Bullfighting'/><author><name>Anna Willassen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17022445757925974345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrfHarY2sNg/S1nbnmH9zwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Do2LCaihwQE/S220/13662_182980719629_796909629_2819118_6309454_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522636585433359900.post-8710242911934569324</id><published>2011-02-04T11:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T11:11:55.547-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Changing topic</title><content type='html'>I just figured that most people don't want to red about my chinchilla, sooo.. I'm reconstructing this blog to.. about everything I want to write about. Like INTERESTING stuff. Not Shikoba. Well her as well! but yeah, anyways, this means that my blog is under a revolution, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522636585433359900-8710242911934569324?l=willassen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willassen.blogspot.com/feeds/8710242911934569324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://willassen.blogspot.com/2011/02/changing-topic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522636585433359900/posts/default/8710242911934569324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522636585433359900/posts/default/8710242911934569324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willassen.blogspot.com/2011/02/changing-topic.html' title='Changing topic'/><author><name>Anna Willassen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17022445757925974345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrfHarY2sNg/S1nbnmH9zwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Do2LCaihwQE/S220/13662_182980719629_796909629_2819118_6309454_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522636585433359900.post-7802762012517863550</id><published>2011-02-02T15:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T15:45:44.402-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chinchilla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='barcelona'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shikoba'/><title type='text'>I'm going to Barcelona!</title><content type='html'>My little friend has to take care of herself while I go to Barcelona over the weekend. (don't worry, I've got a friend coming over to take care of her).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight she's been so different! now that she's realized that I'm not chasing her, she's not too scared anymore, and paying attention to her in night-time helps too, since this is the part of the day where she's more active.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to get back home and get to know her more!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522636585433359900-7802762012517863550?l=willassen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willassen.blogspot.com/feeds/7802762012517863550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://willassen.blogspot.com/2011/02/im-going-to-barcelona.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522636585433359900/posts/default/7802762012517863550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522636585433359900/posts/default/7802762012517863550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willassen.blogspot.com/2011/02/im-going-to-barcelona.html' title='I&apos;m going to Barcelona!'/><author><name>Anna Willassen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17022445757925974345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrfHarY2sNg/S1nbnmH9zwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Do2LCaihwQE/S220/13662_182980719629_796909629_2819118_6309454_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522636585433359900.post-804954802115477414</id><published>2011-02-02T10:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T15:46:54.563-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='raisin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chinchilla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exotic animal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shikoba'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chinchilla cage'/><title type='text'>Shikobas new cage</title><content type='html'>Finally I've bought a proper cage for her. I'm not proud to say that my chin has lived in a paper box (well mostly running free in my room) since i bought her on sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm gonna start all over again with her.. Poor thing has been chased around by me when I wanted her back in her cage for the night. Now I'm gonna ignore her for a while and start slowly. Gaining trust from a chin is really tough shit. well, unless you've got raisins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well luckily, she seems to enjoy her new cage and seems happy. She's been eating well (haven't been eating much since she arrived).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrfHarY2sNg/TUmjdloKIbI/AAAAAAAAADw/75_ZqSZJr9s/s1600/IMG_4358.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrfHarY2sNg/TUmjdloKIbI/AAAAAAAAADw/75_ZqSZJr9s/s320/IMG_4358.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The flower dustbath is just the cutest thing I've ever seen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CrfHarY2sNg/TUmjlxertRI/AAAAAAAAAD0/vB_ffUAmuA4/s1600/IMG_4359.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CrfHarY2sNg/TUmjlxertRI/AAAAAAAAAD0/vB_ffUAmuA4/s320/IMG_4359.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cage is 90x60x40 or something like that. Perfect for my little shikoba :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also, I've heard that chins quite enjoy running wheels, and that this have an effect on their behaviour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Have you got a running wheel? Does your chin like it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522636585433359900-804954802115477414?l=willassen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willassen.blogspot.com/feeds/804954802115477414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://willassen.blogspot.com/2011/02/shikobas-new-cage.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522636585433359900/posts/default/804954802115477414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522636585433359900/posts/default/804954802115477414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willassen.blogspot.com/2011/02/shikobas-new-cage.html' title='Shikobas new cage'/><author><name>Anna Willassen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17022445757925974345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrfHarY2sNg/S1nbnmH9zwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Do2LCaihwQE/S220/13662_182980719629_796909629_2819118_6309454_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrfHarY2sNg/TUmjdloKIbI/AAAAAAAAADw/75_ZqSZJr9s/s72-c/IMG_4358.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522636585433359900.post-8315281976242802534</id><published>2011-02-01T11:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T11:29:31.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uh-Oh!</title><content type='html'>Yeah.. Just got home from horseriding.. My dad has found out about Shikoba, and is threatening me that he will take her to the vet and have her put down.. Can't let that happen, so now I need &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;GOOD &lt;/span&gt;reasons to get to keep her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Any suggestions?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522636585433359900-8315281976242802534?l=willassen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willassen.blogspot.com/feeds/8315281976242802534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://willassen.blogspot.com/2011/02/uh-oh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522636585433359900/posts/default/8315281976242802534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522636585433359900/posts/default/8315281976242802534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willassen.blogspot.com/2011/02/uh-oh.html' title='Uh-Oh!'/><author><name>Anna Willassen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17022445757925974345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrfHarY2sNg/S1nbnmH9zwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Do2LCaihwQE/S220/13662_182980719629_796909629_2819118_6309454_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522636585433359900.post-5061146849225223042</id><published>2011-02-01T05:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T15:47:53.072-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chinchilla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chin'/><title type='text'>Shikoba</title><content type='html'>Shikoba arrived on sunday. She's a nervous and shy little chin and I've started the long progress in getting to know her and gain trust. Its now tuesday, and she haven't been eating, drinking or sleeping very much since she came. Poor little baby..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrfHarY2sNg/TUgPqtUbY6I/AAAAAAAAADo/A76bgdl7xuI/s1600/IMG_4352.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrfHarY2sNg/TUgPqtUbY6I/AAAAAAAAADo/A76bgdl7xuI/s320/IMG_4352.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm now in the progress of getting a decent cage for her, as she's not very happy with the one she's got now.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I let her run around in my room all day, which I really shouldn't, because when I try to get her back into the "cage", she runs off hiding under my bed, and I really don't want to chase her.. Don't think that helps in the progress of getting her to trust me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dad doesn't know about her yet.. Wonder how he's going to react when he finds out :s&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;How was it when you had your first chin?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522636585433359900-5061146849225223042?l=willassen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willassen.blogspot.com/feeds/5061146849225223042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://willassen.blogspot.com/2011/02/shikoba.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522636585433359900/posts/default/5061146849225223042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522636585433359900/posts/default/5061146849225223042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willassen.blogspot.com/2011/02/shikoba.html' title='Shikoba'/><author><name>Anna Willassen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17022445757925974345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrfHarY2sNg/S1nbnmH9zwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Do2LCaihwQE/S220/13662_182980719629_796909629_2819118_6309454_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrfHarY2sNg/TUgPqtUbY6I/AAAAAAAAADo/A76bgdl7xuI/s72-c/IMG_4352.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
