<?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-7598834015640554825</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:52:20.694+01:00</updated><title type='text'>L</title><subtitle type='html'>"The lantern he carried did not light his way, it signaled his approach......"

Welcome to my e-tome, I am L.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-tome.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598834015640554825/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-tome.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Name: L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05359466662105313476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7598834015640554825.post-9214122784636411443</id><published>2008-12-06T12:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T12:10:22.958+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Bitch</title><content type='html'>Break me down, you got a lovely face&lt;br /&gt;We're going to your place&lt;br /&gt;And now you got to freak me out&lt;br /&gt;Scream so loud, getting fuckin' laid&lt;br /&gt;You want me to stay, but I got to make my way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey&lt;br /&gt;You're crazy bitch&lt;br /&gt;But you fuck so good, I'm on top of it&lt;br /&gt;When I dream, I'm doing you all night&lt;br /&gt;Scratches all down my back to keep me right on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey&lt;br /&gt;You're crazy bitch&lt;br /&gt;But you fuck so good, I'm on top of it&lt;br /&gt;When I dream, I'm doing you all night&lt;br /&gt;Scratches all down my back to keep me right on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take it off, the paper is your game&lt;br /&gt;You jump in bed with fame&lt;br /&gt;Another one night paid in full, uh&lt;br /&gt;You're so fine, it won't be a loss&lt;br /&gt;Cashing in the rocks, just to get you face to face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey&lt;br /&gt;You're crazy bitch&lt;br /&gt;But you fuck so good, I'm on top of it&lt;br /&gt;When I dream, I'm doing you all night&lt;br /&gt;Scratches all down my back to keep me right on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey&lt;br /&gt;You're crazy bitch&lt;br /&gt;But you fuck so good, I'm on top of it&lt;br /&gt;When I dream, I'm doing you all night&lt;br /&gt;Scratches all down my back to keep me right on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get the video&lt;br /&gt;fuck you so good&lt;br /&gt;Get the video&lt;br /&gt;fuck you so good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy bitch&lt;br /&gt;Crazy bitch&lt;br /&gt;Crazy...bitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey&lt;br /&gt;You're crazy bitch&lt;br /&gt;But you fuck so good, I'm on top of it&lt;br /&gt;When I dream, I'm doing you all night&lt;br /&gt;Scratches all down my back to keep me right on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey&lt;br /&gt;You're crazy bitch&lt;br /&gt;But you fuck so good, I'm on top of it&lt;br /&gt;When I dream, I'm doing you all night&lt;br /&gt;Scratches all down my back, come on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby girl&lt;br /&gt;You want it all&lt;br /&gt;To be a star&lt;br /&gt;You'll have to go down&lt;br /&gt;Take it off&lt;br /&gt;No need to talk&lt;br /&gt;You're crazy&lt;br /&gt;But I like the way you fuck me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey&lt;br /&gt;You're crazy bitch&lt;br /&gt;But you fuck so good, I'm on top of it&lt;br /&gt;When I dream, I'm doing you all night&lt;br /&gt;Scratches all down my back to keep me right on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey&lt;br /&gt;You're crazy bitch&lt;br /&gt;But you fuck so good, I'm on top of it&lt;br /&gt;When I dream, I'm doing you all night&lt;br /&gt;Scratches all down my back to keep me right on&lt;br /&gt;You keep me right on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're crazy&lt;br /&gt;But I like the way you fuck me&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;Buckcherry - Crazy Bitch&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7598834015640554825-9214122784636411443?l=e-tome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-tome.blogspot.com/feeds/9214122784636411443/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7598834015640554825&amp;postID=9214122784636411443' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598834015640554825/posts/default/9214122784636411443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598834015640554825/posts/default/9214122784636411443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-tome.blogspot.com/2008/12/crazy-bitch.html' title='Crazy Bitch'/><author><name>Name: L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05359466662105313476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7598834015640554825.post-5850694393108050274</id><published>2008-11-16T17:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T17:49:13.370+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Gi meg hund..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oieqwBEq2HQ/SSBO92QQumI/AAAAAAAAADs/bv65RVxu3PU/s1600-h/rase_37_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oieqwBEq2HQ/SSBO92QQumI/AAAAAAAAADs/bv65RVxu3PU/s400/rase_37_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269298388466186850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;..nå!!&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/7598834015640554825-5850694393108050274?l=e-tome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-tome.blogspot.com/feeds/5850694393108050274/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7598834015640554825&amp;postID=5850694393108050274' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598834015640554825/posts/default/5850694393108050274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598834015640554825/posts/default/5850694393108050274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-tome.blogspot.com/2008/11/gi-meg-hund.html' title='Gi meg hund..'/><author><name>Name: L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05359466662105313476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oieqwBEq2HQ/SSBO92QQumI/AAAAAAAAADs/bv65RVxu3PU/s72-c/rase_37_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7598834015640554825.post-3403557225074226715</id><published>2008-11-14T22:44:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T22:45:12.340+01:00</updated><title type='text'>To listen to the wind of change.</title><content type='html'>The events of the past year were indeed unexpected, and have driven me to write again my thoughts. It would seem like no matter how hard I tried, the facts were unavoidable. Was it like this from the start? Why did I not foresee it? Could I really be so blind? There's something almost palpable in the air.. The signs all point to this. What if I had acted sooner, would it still be the same? It would seem like mine, would turn out to be a question with several answers. Each day I'm scouring my brain for an answer, though, many of them are lightly dismissed. The angel now has broken wings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I feel I have come to know the answer, which I'm not yet willing to admit to. I sit now caged, in this melancholy, would rather have me to yield, though, I've never really liked to give up something that I want to see through. Maybe I should return to this brooding for some time. Maybe I should let it endure a little while, then see whether something will change the turn of event in my favor or not. There is a choice within my grasp, the one path I'd rather choose. It might be 'trodden', or difficult to navigate through to some point, but there's alway a way. Life always find a way, in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oieqwBEq2HQ/SR3xXDrezRI/AAAAAAAAADk/RI8xvHyEDBo/s1600-h/heart+glow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oieqwBEq2HQ/SR3xXDrezRI/AAAAAAAAADk/RI8xvHyEDBo/s400/heart+glow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268632517520313618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7598834015640554825-3403557225074226715?l=e-tome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-tome.blogspot.com/feeds/3403557225074226715/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7598834015640554825&amp;postID=3403557225074226715' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598834015640554825/posts/default/3403557225074226715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598834015640554825/posts/default/3403557225074226715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-tome.blogspot.com/2008/11/to-listen-to-wind-of-change.html' title='To listen to the wind of change.'/><author><name>Name: L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05359466662105313476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oieqwBEq2HQ/SR3xXDrezRI/AAAAAAAAADk/RI8xvHyEDBo/s72-c/heart+glow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7598834015640554825.post-7818960535823519681</id><published>2008-11-07T23:32:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T23:54:37.242+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ny jakke.</title><content type='html'>Eg har nye jakke - eg har meg sjøl å takke.&lt;br /&gt;Den e fin å go' å varm - den har til å me' sin egen sjarm.&lt;br /&gt;Dobbel rad med knapper små - den er svart og ikke grå,&lt;br /&gt;stilig kan jeg føle meg - når jeg i den kan gå.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7598834015640554825-7818960535823519681?l=e-tome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-tome.blogspot.com/feeds/7818960535823519681/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7598834015640554825&amp;postID=7818960535823519681' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598834015640554825/posts/default/7818960535823519681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598834015640554825/posts/default/7818960535823519681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-tome.blogspot.com/2008/11/ny-jakke.html' title='Ny jakke.'/><author><name>Name: L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05359466662105313476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7598834015640554825.post-72123556132127703</id><published>2008-11-04T20:32:00.015+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T21:16:44.279+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Emmi -  lilium inter spinas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oieqwBEq2HQ/SRCu3CSj6zI/AAAAAAAAADE/hM4ucQbDPJY/s1600-h/emlil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oieqwBEq2HQ/SRCu3CSj6zI/AAAAAAAAADE/hM4ucQbDPJY/s400/emlil.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264900224926870322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Emilie bestis. ("Besti")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hun er kanskje manges "Emmi", men, hun er bare, les; BARE, bare min "Tøffi". Så e det sagt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oieqwBEq2HQ/SRCpS02hmTI/AAAAAAAAACk/l0UXkEuCz7s/s1600-h/emmi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oieqwBEq2HQ/SRCpS02hmTI/AAAAAAAAACk/l0UXkEuCz7s/s320/emmi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264894105286187314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jeg er faktisk ganske glad i Tøffien min, og vi har det gøy når om leker (på lekeplassen(byen)) =;) . Hun er egentlig et ganske lite stort kosetroll og liker pusing på armen, sånn på faktiskheten. Det er heller ingen så har påvirket meg mer enn hun når det kommer til å både gjøre, og si som hun pleier. Wue(æ)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oieqwBEq2HQ/SRCrFY0C3wI/AAAAAAAAAC0/HDDs-mju-Oo/s1600-h/DSCF0747.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oieqwBEq2HQ/SRCrFY0C3wI/AAAAAAAAAC0/HDDs-mju-Oo/s320/DSCF0747.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264896073444548354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ingen bærer gult bedre enn Emmi Tøffi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingen over, ingen ved siden - Emmi kicks ass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Når skal vi ut igjen? Husk; Julegaven. This favor expires you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*heart*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nå skrev jeg om deg. Fornøyd? ;0]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Knis!    (lol,right Em'?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hu e gøy!^^:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/j-09HjqVnX8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/j-09HjqVnX8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/7598834015640554825-72123556132127703?l=e-tome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-tome.blogspot.com/feeds/72123556132127703/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7598834015640554825&amp;postID=72123556132127703' title='3 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598834015640554825/posts/default/72123556132127703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598834015640554825/posts/default/72123556132127703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-tome.blogspot.com/2008/11/emmi-lilium-inter-spinas.html' title='Emmi -  lilium inter spinas.'/><author><name>Name: L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05359466662105313476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oieqwBEq2HQ/SRCu3CSj6zI/AAAAAAAAADE/hM4ucQbDPJY/s72-c/emlil.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7598834015640554825.post-4636310620431852756</id><published>2008-10-30T19:31:00.012+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T19:59:14.047+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Unikhetens privilegium.</title><content type='html'>&lt;den&gt;&lt;denne det="" finnes="" ett="" eksemplar="" av="" og="" den="" er="" bare="" fin=""&gt;&lt;/denne&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oieqwBEq2HQ/SQoBTFHMMsI/AAAAAAAAACU/YmHeIhcbnRI/s1600-h/gaffel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oieqwBEq2HQ/SQoBTFHMMsI/AAAAAAAAACU/YmHeIhcbnRI/s400/gaffel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263020541837324994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/den&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7598834015640554825-4636310620431852756?l=e-tome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-tome.blogspot.com/feeds/4636310620431852756/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7598834015640554825&amp;postID=4636310620431852756' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598834015640554825/posts/default/4636310620431852756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598834015640554825/posts/default/4636310620431852756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-tome.blogspot.com/2008/10/unikhetens-privilegium.html' title='Unikhetens privilegium.'/><author><name>Name: L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05359466662105313476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oieqwBEq2HQ/SQoBTFHMMsI/AAAAAAAAACU/YmHeIhcbnRI/s72-c/gaffel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7598834015640554825.post-7446301141407023062</id><published>2008-10-19T11:56:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T20:16:12.195+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Å snakke om samvittighet.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oieqwBEq2HQ/SPsIjRTnWUI/AAAAAAAAACM/aEAHo5YffcM/s1600-h/europa1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oieqwBEq2HQ/SPsIjRTnWUI/AAAAAAAAACM/aEAHo5YffcM/s320/europa1.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258806391919302978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Person1:&lt;/span&gt; Jeg går rundt med så mye dårlig samvittighet at jeg blir helt sliten av det.&lt;br /&gt;- Jeg rakk ikke å hjelpe Hilde med å flytte, og det er ukevis siden jeg har vasket hos tante.&lt;br /&gt;- Og, jeg følte meg så dårlig da Redd Barna ringte meg at jeg ga dem alle pengene mine - nå har jeg ti kroner fram til neste tirsdag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Person2 (meg):&lt;/span&gt; "Kamilla", det er en veldig god egenskap å være samvittighetsfull, men det er viktig å vite forskjell  på samvittighet og andre følelser som minne om samvittighet, men som ikke er det.&lt;br /&gt;- Dårlig samvittighet som inntreffer først når du har blitt avslørt, er egentlig ikke dårlig samvittighet i det hele tatt. Bare dårlig selvmedlidenhet. Og permanent dårlig samvittighet fordi du ikke til enhver tid gjør alt for alle andre er heller ikke dårlig samvittighet, heller dårlig selvtillit.&lt;br /&gt;Og "Kamilla", dårlig samvittighet for at andre har mindre enn deg er selvdestruktivt på et relativt høyt nivå. Du skal ikke føle deg dårlig for at du har det bra - da har du det jo ikke bra lenger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ikke bare hjelper det ingen i hele verden at du sitter i huset ditt og har det kjipt - men det er en hån mot alle som ikke har det like bra, hvis du ikke klarer å glede deg over alt du har.&lt;br /&gt;- Man skal gi av medfølelse, ikke dårlig samvittighet. For hvis du konstant går rundt med dårlig samvittighet, krymper du og så blir du liten og ulykkelig. - uten at det tjener noen.&lt;br /&gt;- Og DET synes jeg ikke du skal ha samvittighet til.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7598834015640554825-7446301141407023062?l=e-tome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-tome.blogspot.com/feeds/7446301141407023062/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7598834015640554825&amp;postID=7446301141407023062' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598834015640554825/posts/default/7446301141407023062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598834015640554825/posts/default/7446301141407023062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-tome.blogspot.com/2008/10/snakke-om-samvittighet.html' title='Å snakke om samvittighet.'/><author><name>Name: L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05359466662105313476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oieqwBEq2HQ/SPsIjRTnWUI/AAAAAAAAACM/aEAHo5YffcM/s72-c/europa1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7598834015640554825.post-5688490978148607104</id><published>2008-09-18T17:25:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T18:26:36.751+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Death Magnetic.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oieqwBEq2HQ/SNOOrb9zpMI/AAAAAAAAACE/AJFunNkVHzY/s1600-h/DM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oieqwBEq2HQ/SNOOrb9zpMI/AAAAAAAAACE/AJFunNkVHzY/s320/DM.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247694867709273282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anmeldelse av: Death Magnetic&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Metallica&lt;br /&gt;Anmelder: L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Så har jeg endelig fått tak i en såkalt "collectors edition" med Metallicas nye cd "Death Magnetic". Må innrømme at jeg har gledet meg i lang tid til dette, og hatt store forventninger etter uttalen: "Vi føler oss som det gamle Metallica" og "det blir en blanding mellom The Black Album og ...And Justice For All albumet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CD'n settes i spilleren og første sang ut er "That Was Just Your Life".  Rolig start med dunkende hjerte- og gitarlyder. Dunkelyden virker den samme som ens egen, etter store forventninger til platen, og det gir en liten lettelse når man hører en oppbygging av hissige skarptrommer og gitar, før det dundrer avgårde i et slags trash-inspirert riff man ikke har hørt på en god stund, kan man si. Temaet rundt liv og død settes i gang og går gjennom det som er noe av det beste fra Metallica siden The Black Album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of The Line og Broken, Beat and Scarred følger opp med enda mer raske riff og  trommer. Som Kirk Hammet sa i et tidligere intervju, minner Death Magnetic om en nyere utgave av ...And Justice For All albumet. Det er den, vertfall ikke langt i fra rent lydmessig.  Høres ut som det er inspirert av Metallicas tidligere utgivelser før 1990, og har en dynamisk og melodiøs lyd som minner om det di gav ut etter. So far, so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Singelen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Day That Never Comes&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; har mange av de samme trekkene som klassiske Metallica ballader som &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sanatarium(Welcome Home)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fade to Black&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; og &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. En lang episk låt som er rolig oppbygd med fengende refreng og gitarer, før det avsluttes i et riff og trommeinferno der Hammett imponerer på solofronten. Mange groovy riff mot slutten. Dette er også en av de låtene som kler trommestilen til Ullrich best. Veldig typisk låt for bandet, men også en type låt de gjennomfører og fremfører feilfritt. &lt;/span&gt;Vokalmessigt taper de litt på denne låten.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All Nightmare Long&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; introduserer den sterke avslutningen på albumet med en killer av en sang som tekstmessig minner om monsterhitten &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Enter Sandman&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. Beinharde riff fra start, med en brautende James i studio som teller ned under overgangene. En virkelig godlåt som gir en lyst til å hoppe rundt foran stereoanlegget som apekatt. Refrenget, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic;"&gt;”We Hunt You Down Without Mercy/Hunt You Down All Nightmare Long”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; går rett hjem, og sitter klistret i hjernebarken etter første gjennomlytting. Et av albumets sterkeste sanger."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" En låt mange sikkert kjenner allerede fra MySpace er &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cyanide&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. Robert Trujillo viser seg med en buldrende basslinje, og en jevnt heavy riff dominerer. Refrenget er litt svakt, og spesielt på liveversjonen som ligger på MySpace viser Hetfield at han ikke akkurat er verdens beste vokalist. Uansett en grei låt som føyer seg inn i rekken av lange, småsinte trashaktige monstre. Lyden, som har vært mye diskutert er overstyrt så det holder. Det er mer enn merkbart/hørbart på de to sistnevnte titlene, men i følge Rick Rubin og hans overbetalte lyddisipler er det meningen. Mulig det låter tøffere og mer skittent, men det er ikke alltid det låter spesielt bra." &lt;/span&gt;Vokalmessig stiller denne sangen noe svakere på flere partier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Temaet er gjennomførende liv og død på Death Magnetic, men et mer tragisk selvmord enn The Unforgiven III skal man lete leeenge etter. En utrolig grusom flau og skuffende låt, som blodfans kanskje ville kalt "grensen opp til vakker". Vokalmessig er dette også et tap.  Var Veldig spent på denne siden Unforgiven I og II er helt geniale sanger, men beklager og måtte si det; Der solgte dere skinnet før bjørnen va skutt, Metallica. En svak låt, sammenlignet med de andre på albumet. Heldigvis kommer The Judas Kiss som en reddende engel&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;og flyr album tilbake til trash landskapet igjen. Tøff intro med hakkende riff og trommer, som drar seg videre inn i flere kule riff og partier. En av de mer dynamiske, varierte og imponerende sakene på platen. Videre prøver de seg på flere taktskifter og overganger som de absolutt lykkes med, og selv om refrenget er litt rart(?) er det fortsatt enda en god låt. Metallica Imponerer rett og slett.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;" At Metallica frir til gamlefansen på &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Death Magnetic&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; er mer enn opplagt. Lange episke sanger dominerer, og gjennom &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Suicide and Redemption&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; har de til og med fått plass til et godt gammeldags instrumentalt verk. I tråd med en klassiker som for eksempel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Orion&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; starter det rolig før det går over i en fest med solide riff anført av Hammett. Det er mer groovy, men også veldig deilig for ørene. Mot slutten ender det i noe av det bedre musikalske bandet noensinne har innspilt, og til tider må man nesten dobbeltsjekke at man ikke hører på Dream Theater. Ullrich gjør til og med et halvhjertet forsøk på dobbelbass. Enda et fireri kommer gjennom den voldsomme avslutningslåta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My Apocalypse&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. Hvorfor? Jo, fordi den minner ekstremt om tidligere album-avslutnings-killer spor som &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dyers Eve&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; og &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Damage Inc.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; fra henholdsvis &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;…And&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Justice For All&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; og &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Master of Puppets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. Den er ekstremt raskt og jævlig, og varer bare i 5 minutter i motsetning til resten. Den typiske trash skarptromma sitter som låst, og bortsett fra refrenget kunne det nesten vært ett gammelt Slayer riff. Verdig avslutning på et veldig godt album, som også summerer opp det gjennomgående temaet for plata."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Bortsett fra litt ujevn lyd på enkelte låter, og noen svake øyeblikk er dette et veldig godt resultat av de gamle metallheltene som garantert vil vinne tilbake fans. Death Magnetic overrasker og lever nok litt på dette også. Noen ganger føler man at det er noe med musikken som kanskje ikke helt stemmer. Det er nok kollisjonen mellom nytt og gammelt man må venne seg til, fordi alt i alt er dette en veldig solid plate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Albumet kommer i forskjellige versjoner. Som vanlig CD eller som en såkalt collectors edtition med flagg, plekter, t-skjorte, demo og "making of", keychain med noe som ligner et backstagepass og en utbrettbar plakat som har samme form som selve pakken, nemlig en likkiste. Kisten pryder nå den ene CD-hyllen.  Må vel også strengt tatt si at, The Day That Never Comes, er den dagen Metallica forsvinner for godt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 av 10.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7598834015640554825-5688490978148607104?l=e-tome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-tome.blogspot.com/feeds/5688490978148607104/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7598834015640554825&amp;postID=5688490978148607104' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598834015640554825/posts/default/5688490978148607104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598834015640554825/posts/default/5688490978148607104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-tome.blogspot.com/2008/09/l-anmelder-metallicas-nye-cd-death.html' title='Death Magnetic.'/><author><name>Name: L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05359466662105313476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oieqwBEq2HQ/SNOOrb9zpMI/AAAAAAAAACE/AJFunNkVHzY/s72-c/DM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7598834015640554825.post-2093842572633212421</id><published>2008-09-15T22:14:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T22:17:01.789+02:00</updated><title type='text'>m&amp;m!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oieqwBEq2HQ/SM7CiH__3hI/AAAAAAAAAB0/5lg-m9VmTNg/s1600-h/IMG_0101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 364px; height: 243px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oieqwBEq2HQ/SM7CiH__3hI/AAAAAAAAAB0/5lg-m9VmTNg/s200/IMG_0101.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246344507452022290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;M&amp;amp;M for the win! :D&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/7598834015640554825-2093842572633212421?l=e-tome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-tome.blogspot.com/feeds/2093842572633212421/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7598834015640554825&amp;postID=2093842572633212421' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598834015640554825/posts/default/2093842572633212421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598834015640554825/posts/default/2093842572633212421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-tome.blogspot.com/2008/09/m.html' title='m&amp;m!'/><author><name>Name: L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05359466662105313476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oieqwBEq2HQ/SM7CiH__3hI/AAAAAAAAAB0/5lg-m9VmTNg/s72-c/IMG_0101.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7598834015640554825.post-4559824801317814649</id><published>2008-09-03T17:34:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T19:11:02.548+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Bunad er tøft!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oieqwBEq2HQ/SL6wUtmAjII/AAAAAAAAABs/3xugtGdNotY/s1600-h/min+bunad.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oieqwBEq2HQ/SL6wUtmAjII/AAAAAAAAABs/3xugtGdNotY/s320/min+bunad.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241820886188723330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ja, det er det. På menn også. Derfor skal jeg til neste 17. Mai, skaffe meg en rogalandsbunad til herre. En av de peneste herrebunadene vi har i landet. I tillegg skal jeg få meg en brosje, da en alvebrosje (Lothlorien leaf) som matcher den veldig flotte, elegante grønnfargen vesten har.&lt;br /&gt;Gleder meg ganske mye til å prøve bunaden, og håper da den passer meg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vedl: Rogalandsbunad, herre. (Grønn vest)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7598834015640554825-4559824801317814649?l=e-tome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-tome.blogspot.com/feeds/4559824801317814649/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7598834015640554825&amp;postID=4559824801317814649' title='1 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598834015640554825/posts/default/4559824801317814649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598834015640554825/posts/default/4559824801317814649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-tome.blogspot.com/2008/09/bunad-er-tft.html' title='Bunad er tøft!'/><author><name>Name: L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05359466662105313476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oieqwBEq2HQ/SL6wUtmAjII/AAAAAAAAABs/3xugtGdNotY/s72-c/min+bunad.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7598834015640554825.post-572947614983553144</id><published>2008-08-26T15:55:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T16:18:19.372+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ten thousand lovers (in one).</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oieqwBEq2HQ/SLQM5jsBqJI/AAAAAAAAABk/EF5xT_LoyCk/s1600-h/lovers+happy+tuesday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oieqwBEq2HQ/SLQM5jsBqJI/AAAAAAAAABk/EF5xT_LoyCk/s200/lovers+happy+tuesday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238826449510705298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never wanted to settle down,&lt;br /&gt;Just a kid on a highway to nowhere,&lt;br /&gt;Wishin' for my girl to be real,&lt;br /&gt;She would satisfy my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten thousand lovers in one,&lt;br /&gt;Ten thousand lovers,&lt;br /&gt;Ten thousand lovers in one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like I've known her a thousand years,&lt;br /&gt;We've been together all through our lives,&lt;br /&gt;she knows the way love should be,&lt;br /&gt;A fire burning endlessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten thousand lovers in one,&lt;br /&gt;Ten thousand lovers,&lt;br /&gt;Ten thousand lovers in one,&lt;br /&gt;She's like,&lt;br /&gt;Ten thousand lovers in one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten thousand lovers in one,&lt;br /&gt;Ten thousand lovers in one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten thousand lovers,&lt;br /&gt;Ten thousand lovers,&lt;br /&gt;Ten thousand lovers in one,&lt;br /&gt;Ten thousand lovers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TnT - Ten thousand lovers (in one).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7598834015640554825-572947614983553144?l=e-tome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-tome.blogspot.com/feeds/572947614983553144/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7598834015640554825&amp;postID=572947614983553144' title='1 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598834015640554825/posts/default/572947614983553144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598834015640554825/posts/default/572947614983553144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-tome.blogspot.com/2008/08/ten-thousand-in-one.html' title='Ten thousand lovers (in one).'/><author><name>Name: L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05359466662105313476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oieqwBEq2HQ/SLQM5jsBqJI/AAAAAAAAABk/EF5xT_LoyCk/s72-c/lovers+happy+tuesday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7598834015640554825.post-9217371335320975377</id><published>2008-07-19T17:21:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T20:18:50.121+02:00</updated><title type='text'>To obtain temptation.</title><content type='html'>Something has come to mind. Something unexpected, rather valuable. I do not dare to utter this matter, yet.. Though, can it really be that simple? Do I really wish to reach for, and obtain this..desire? This temptation that for a while now, has been my lust, my addiction. It may be too late to hesitate.  Every second counts - I can't break away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7598834015640554825-9217371335320975377?l=e-tome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-tome.blogspot.com/feeds/9217371335320975377/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7598834015640554825&amp;postID=9217371335320975377' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598834015640554825/posts/default/9217371335320975377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598834015640554825/posts/default/9217371335320975377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-tome.blogspot.com/2008/07/to-obtain-temptation.html' title='To obtain temptation.'/><author><name>Name: L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05359466662105313476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7598834015640554825.post-3685981811734738590</id><published>2008-07-18T20:48:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T20:53:04.394+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Simbelmynë</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oieqwBEq2HQ/SIDmN2mzWmI/AAAAAAAAAA0/VuA7mMZPHyw/s1600-h/Simbelmyne.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 348px; height: 144px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oieqwBEq2HQ/SIDmN2mzWmI/AAAAAAAAAA0/VuA7mMZPHyw/s320/Simbelmyne.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224428693420726882" border="0" /&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;"How fair are the bright eyes in the grass!&lt;br /&gt;Simbelmynë they are called... for they blossom in all season of the year,&lt;br /&gt;and grow where dead men rest."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7598834015640554825-3685981811734738590?l=e-tome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-tome.blogspot.com/feeds/3685981811734738590/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7598834015640554825&amp;postID=3685981811734738590' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598834015640554825/posts/default/3685981811734738590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598834015640554825/posts/default/3685981811734738590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-tome.blogspot.com/2008/07/simbelmyn.html' title='Simbelmynë'/><author><name>Name: L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05359466662105313476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oieqwBEq2HQ/SIDmN2mzWmI/AAAAAAAAAA0/VuA7mMZPHyw/s72-c/Simbelmyne.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
