<?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-20656723</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:40:52.509+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopoholic</title><subtitle type='html'>This is a blogg about me, my thoughts and what goes on in my life. It will appear in both Enligsh and Swedish so enjoy and leave a comment if you feel like it.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shophoc.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656723/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shophoc.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Karin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01588875503745906538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/84/215436215_5171807c94.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20656723.post-116484626084576279</id><published>2006-11-30T01:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T01:24:20.863+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Always wanting more!</title><content type='html'>So i'm bored, it's the middle of the night and I'm edgy. Not sue what I want to do and I'm thurougly discontent - and not sure why. Uni is goin fine, I do feel fat and ugly at the moment and that could have something to do with my mental state at the moment. I want to be rich, with no fat wiggling all over my body, I know it isn't that bad but still and dating a rich and handsome guy. Yet I have no reason to complain. I'm doing well in college, I'm dating a nice guy and I have a rich social life. I think people just need something to complain about sometimes or when it comes to me - most of the time. I'm just never content - silly but true.&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm going to bed  in my misery - goodnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20656723-116484626084576279?l=shophoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shophoc.blogspot.com/feeds/116484626084576279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20656723&amp;postID=116484626084576279&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656723/posts/default/116484626084576279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656723/posts/default/116484626084576279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shophoc.blogspot.com/2006/11/always-wanting-more.html' title='Always wanting more!'/><author><name>Karin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01588875503745906538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/84/215436215_5171807c94.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20656723.post-116484292994945086</id><published>2006-11-30T00:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T00:28:49.963+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A lazy evening</title><content type='html'>Well after spending pretty much all day editing my essay I felt that more studying didn't work and that a glass or two of wine was much more suitable. Tomorrow is a better day =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much  here, rather bored at the moment and mostly passing time until I can fall alseep.&lt;br /&gt;I've managed to book a flight back to Sweden over New Years and my deear sister just told me that my stuff - as usual has been shifted all over the place. Garrrgh! Well it'll have to be shifted to a more secure place when I get home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm mostly yours when I get home S, I wil take one day to see friends in Eskilstuna but that's it, basically coming home 'cause I wanted to see you and bäbis.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20656723-116484292994945086?l=shophoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shophoc.blogspot.com/feeds/116484292994945086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20656723&amp;postID=116484292994945086&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656723/posts/default/116484292994945086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656723/posts/default/116484292994945086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shophoc.blogspot.com/2006/11/lazy-evening.html' title='A lazy evening'/><author><name>Karin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01588875503745906538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/84/215436215_5171807c94.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20656723.post-116433566537000238</id><published>2006-11-24T03:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T03:34:25.386+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Depressing Dark</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I haven't been very active lately, that's a good sign,  I have a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At some stage - right now I', guessing around Christmas - I'll put up pictures of the pretty things I have aquired here since I arrived =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pretty much finished my essay tonight and only have minor editing to do tomorrow - friday! and then I can hand in my essay - even a couple of days in advance, getting rid of it leave the weekend free - which is niiiice, haven't had one of those (of couse this one won't be either really) in a long while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The opera awaits on saturday - score!!! and dinner is being cooked for me before hand, plesant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I really have to go to bed if I'm to get up before noon tomorrow, which would be a good idea, but unlikely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20656723-116433566537000238?l=shophoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shophoc.blogspot.com/feeds/116433566537000238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20656723&amp;postID=116433566537000238&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656723/posts/default/116433566537000238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656723/posts/default/116433566537000238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shophoc.blogspot.com/2006/11/depressing-dark.html' title='Depressing Dark'/><author><name>Karin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01588875503745906538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/84/215436215_5171807c94.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20656723.post-116051134788988750</id><published>2006-10-10T22:12:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T22:15:47.903+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tajjjööörrd</title><content type='html'>So... tired...need sleep... will...get...more...engery...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so tired at the moment, still getting used to the routine and having loads of classes the first two days of the week and then self study the rest of the week! I should be e-mailing my friends and such stuff but right now listening to film or reading the stuff I have to do for class seems to be the priority - and then I'm dead tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise I will better myself before the weekend - but now folks I have to go to bed, I'm getting old.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20656723-116051134788988750?l=shophoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shophoc.blogspot.com/feeds/116051134788988750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20656723&amp;postID=116051134788988750&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656723/posts/default/116051134788988750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656723/posts/default/116051134788988750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shophoc.blogspot.com/2006/10/tajjjrrd.html' title='Tajjjööörrd'/><author><name>Karin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01588875503745906538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/84/215436215_5171807c94.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20656723.post-115913882776618070</id><published>2006-09-25T00:53:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T01:00:27.776+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Duuuuude!</title><content type='html'>Wow I so do and don't want a cigarett now, I think I shall pass if I'm ever to start swimming, and I need it, I'm getting fatter by the minute I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's up folks? Nothing, I went to IKEA today and spent and obscene amount of money, but atleast now I can cook food. I haven't heard from JD so I'm guessing he was to hung over to get his ass into town and check the belt for me. Ahh well, probably for the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out to take some pictures today and guess what - the batteries are dead and I only have one adapter and a two-at-a-time charger, so this might take a while. I should have bought those cheapies in IKEA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did laundry today - everyone say ahhhh to my evenful life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John here in the house seems cool, we watched some Family Guy today. Last night was loads of alkohol and clubbing is juuust nooot my scene anymore. But hey new people are most often intersesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll that's all folks, hopefully tomorrow will be more eventful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20656723-115913882776618070?l=shophoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shophoc.blogspot.com/feeds/115913882776618070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20656723&amp;postID=115913882776618070&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656723/posts/default/115913882776618070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656723/posts/default/115913882776618070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shophoc.blogspot.com/2006/09/duuuuude.html' title='Duuuuude!'/><author><name>Karin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01588875503745906538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/84/215436215_5171807c94.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20656723.post-115903820290109378</id><published>2006-09-23T20:55:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T21:03:22.910+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Glasgow here I am</title><content type='html'>So I have arrived in Glagow, done my expensive shopping - pics are coming, and done most of my running around and am actually starting to find my way around. I hate when I can't find my way around, I feel out of control. It's nice, somewhat dodgy in some places, but the sooo student area I live in seem to have people running around at all hours, and choppers in the sky at night to keep you awake if you thought you could go to bed early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice house and room and the flatmates aren't loud, I actually hardly see them, but I guess that's gonna be a very good thing when I actually start studying, which won't be for another week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The land of Honey and Milk is in the horizon tomorrow, I'm going to try and find my way to IKEA!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss some of my friends, like S and little T and of course J and all the others I actually keep in contact with on a regular basis. (J got married to her man today, all in secret - congrats.) But there is so much to do and see that my head is spinning most of the time anyway so mostly in the somewhat lonely evenings I'm just dead tired at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures will be taken, either tomorrow or Monday, it depends where I'm going and what I'm doing. Not to worry they will also be posted soon, either here on Flikr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well till later - hang on to your kilts!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20656723-115903820290109378?l=shophoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shophoc.blogspot.com/feeds/115903820290109378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20656723&amp;postID=115903820290109378&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656723/posts/default/115903820290109378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656723/posts/default/115903820290109378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shophoc.blogspot.com/2006/09/glasgow-here-i-am.html' title='Glasgow here I am'/><author><name>Karin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01588875503745906538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/84/215436215_5171807c94.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20656723.post-115748814647724824</id><published>2006-09-05T22:26:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T22:29:13.946+02:00</updated><title type='text'>34 hours and going</title><content type='html'>Well by now I was hoping that my body would have had won over my mind and I would be passed out in my bed but nooooo, that's no fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dying during the day I'm now  awake again and am hoping  I'll pass out infront of the tv later and still get up att 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turning the day back isn't any fun, but hey my fault, lets see how long I can last, apparently longer than I thought&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20656723-115748814647724824?l=shophoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shophoc.blogspot.com/feeds/115748814647724824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20656723&amp;postID=115748814647724824&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656723/posts/default/115748814647724824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656723/posts/default/115748814647724824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shophoc.blogspot.com/2006/09/34-hours-and-going.html' title='34 hours and going'/><author><name>Karin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01588875503745906538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/84/215436215_5171807c94.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20656723.post-115730895096055622</id><published>2006-09-03T20:41:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T20:42:30.970+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Såå attehhh faktiskt....</title><content type='html'>Johan Glans, känd från TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Öh nä&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mer än så var det nog inte idag.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20656723-115730895096055622?l=shophoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shophoc.blogspot.com/feeds/115730895096055622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20656723&amp;postID=115730895096055622&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656723/posts/default/115730895096055622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656723/posts/default/115730895096055622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shophoc.blogspot.com/2006/09/s-attehhh-faktiskt.html' title='Såå attehhh faktiskt....'/><author><name>Karin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01588875503745906538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/84/215436215_5171807c94.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20656723.post-115688991072566889</id><published>2006-08-29T23:55:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T00:20:51.760+02:00</updated><title type='text'>When life and friends change</title><content type='html'>We all have different goals in life and naturally we all develop in different directions, but when a close friend does, how should we react.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My initial reaction is "aouuchh" that hurt. I once had a "best friend" toootally dump me all of a sudden because she didn't like me anymore and it hurt. It took us almost four years to talk again -  on our graduation we happend to meet at the city hotel party and agreed that we had both been pretty stupid and childish and in the space of three minutes a four year long feud ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when one of your best friends disappears what do you do. My second reaction is "whatever - moving on" -  best way to not hurt, no caring means no hurting, a clean cut is always better. I would be quite happy with this, I'd prefer not have to do the whole pretence "sure we're still friends although we can't see eachother without fighting and we still keep up appearances by saying we'll meet up soon eventhough we haven't met in about two months".  It's better not to pretend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It might not always be easy on either part, but to say "I can't stand you" straight to someones face instead of trashing that person behind his/hers back I personally think is more honest, I have better things to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People (including me) are cowards and it complicates stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20656723-115688991072566889?l=shophoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shophoc.blogspot.com/feeds/115688991072566889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20656723&amp;postID=115688991072566889&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656723/posts/default/115688991072566889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656723/posts/default/115688991072566889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shophoc.blogspot.com/2006/08/when-life-and-friends-change.html' title='When life and friends change'/><author><name>Karin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01588875503745906538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/84/215436215_5171807c94.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20656723.post-115672350501691213</id><published>2006-08-28T01:35:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T02:14:41.330+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Drinking  - pleasure or problem?</title><content type='html'>I have a friend who has given me the comment - "what.. sit at home and get drunk on your own", with a little laugh dot dot dot, when I mention, well then I might go home and have a glass of wine and surf, watch tv or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of my friends would see this as perfectly normal. You come home after work or just any regular evening - tired as hell and pour yourself a glass of what you prefer - you might have one, two or even three or just a half - whatever suits your mood. You enjoy the taste and well,  alkohol makes your muscles relax - so you cool down. Or you have a glass or two with your dinner or with your fav tv show before you go to bed. Does this make you an alcoholic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well in this country it does - officially. Now, there is a fine, very individual and blurry line (as often discussed S) for what constitutes a problem, but I have a hard time seeing that people have a "problem" because they have a drink or two, perhaps not everyday (in my opinon) , but a few times a week -  compared to the downing as much/many as you can Friday and Saturday to make up for the week, or, the holiday drinking when you get to make up for the months you weren't "allowed" to drink (but still actually had quite enough at home from the bag-in-box, but  since it isn't seen by friends and the public it doesn't count) and then "down" as much humanly possible - and then some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does one determine a problem? Is it a socially accepted norm? - well if that is it then seen from a Swedes' view everyother European would be an alcoholic. Or is it when you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have &lt;/span&gt;to have alcohol at home so that you can have your daily drink (often turning into three or four or even more). Or is it when you feel you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have &lt;/span&gt;to have that drink,  or when it gets to the stage that you start necglicting everything else to have a drink that it becomes a problem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know my limit, I have been very close to crossing the border and always keep that in mind, but I still enjoy my drink or going out, but I keep it under very close observation- or should I perhaps be regarded as having a problem because do indeed have a drink or two at home on my own?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who decides what having a problem with alchohol constitutes? Yourself? Someones personal belief? Or the social norm?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20656723-115672350501691213?l=shophoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shophoc.blogspot.com/feeds/115672350501691213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20656723&amp;postID=115672350501691213&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656723/posts/default/115672350501691213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656723/posts/default/115672350501691213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shophoc.blogspot.com/2006/08/drinking-pleasure-or-problem.html' title='Drinking  - pleasure or problem?'/><author><name>Karin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01588875503745906538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/84/215436215_5171807c94.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20656723.post-115662781600157693</id><published>2006-08-26T23:21:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T23:30:16.010+02:00</updated><title type='text'>And you bleed just to know you're alive</title><content type='html'>Yeahh Goo Goo Dolls. Iris  - mycket bra rock ballad- de bästa balladerna. Jahopp då sitter man här en lördag kväll. Det gick ju ungefär som väntat. Mamma partar lite för mycket och börjar bli aaaaningen jobbig och när jag tycker "men vad är det med allt gapandet" tyckte hon åk hem ungjävel. Aja sånt händer. Tyvärr glömde jag ju The Fast and the Furious i andra resväskan så inte kan jag titta på Paul Walker heller. Hehe jag får roa mig med att surfa ful sidor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Godnatt på folket.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20656723-115662781600157693?l=shophoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shophoc.blogspot.com/feeds/115662781600157693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20656723&amp;postID=115662781600157693&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656723/posts/default/115662781600157693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656723/posts/default/115662781600157693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shophoc.blogspot.com/2006/08/and-you-bleed-just-to-know-youre-alive.html' title='And you bleed just to know you&apos;re alive'/><author><name>Karin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01588875503745906538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/84/215436215_5171807c94.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20656723.post-115645187499890554</id><published>2006-08-24T22:25:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T22:37:55.010+02:00</updated><title type='text'>And I'm back in the game!!!</title><content type='html'>I like that line, I think I've heard it in several films. Catchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. Ireland was nice - I think I drank for King and Country on Saturday - not intentionally but it ended up that way - as you can guess how Sunday was spent - mostly sleeping and recovering, but also some productive packing. Shopping was involved - Brown Thomas and I have a very special relationship by now. Visiting the old work place was perhaps a little stranger than I thought. But the Moccas were just as good. The new "deeeead sexy" guy behind the bar turned out to be Connor who had broken his leg so he had to do bar for a while as he can't be on the door 'til after his surgery - so that was no fun. And now we know that we need a stage, lighting, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the gaaaaays&lt;/span&gt; for a Madonna show. (Jessie is such a sweetheart).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nice, nice to be out at night and that everything doesn't close a 6pm- for me. People here are so funny. I come back - am bored so I go up to a friend to say hi - they are just as bored but I'm not allowed to whine about it, because if i whine about this town they start defending it and go "ohh you whiny bitch" but when they are boooored - which seems to be just as often as me, it's totally ok. LOL - People need something to whine about- like the Guinness ad says.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20656723-115645187499890554?l=shophoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shophoc.blogspot.com/feeds/115645187499890554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20656723&amp;postID=115645187499890554&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656723/posts/default/115645187499890554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656723/posts/default/115645187499890554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shophoc.blogspot.com/2006/08/and-im-back-in-game.html' title='And I&apos;m back in the game!!!'/><author><name>Karin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01588875503745906538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/84/215436215_5171807c94.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20656723.post-115591187377570811</id><published>2006-08-18T16:31:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T16:37:53.790+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ireland here I come!</title><content type='html'>Finally I'm flying out tomorrow! Hooyaaah! I will once again be alive! Nah not really but it'll be nice  to get away from the hell-hole (don't get me wrong all the people that live here I'm sure it is a lovely town for you) and see neon lights at nights, be able to go out on a Sunday and shop expensive things! *runs around like crazy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway have a good weekend - I will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20656723-115591187377570811?l=shophoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shophoc.blogspot.com/feeds/115591187377570811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20656723&amp;postID=115591187377570811&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656723/posts/default/115591187377570811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656723/posts/default/115591187377570811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shophoc.blogspot.com/2006/08/ireland-here-i-come.html' title='Ireland here I come!'/><author><name>Karin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01588875503745906538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/84/215436215_5171807c94.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20656723.post-115581997296427043</id><published>2006-08-17T14:32:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T15:06:13.083+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I have right!</title><content type='html'>Is the direct translation from Swedish to I am right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I had a rather interesting discussion with my friend S, and with discussion I mean on the verge of having a serious fight. There was a lot of sighing and groaning involved and at some stage I even think there were some indirect unmeant insults thrown - all of this of course done in the most civilised of fashions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my world I am right, everybody thinks like me and as such I rule the world, and I don't like it when evil people disagree with me - I would not become a very nice dictator. Unfortunately from time to time an evil rebel comes and shakes the grounds of the existence of my world and I have to reorganise to keep ruling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's opinion is the right one? mine for me, my friend's for him/her or Hitler's for him? Obvioulsy all of them but can we accept their opinions for what they are - and leave it at that, even if we don't agree with them,  and not have to convince them and the rest of the world that our way of viewing the world is the right one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sure as hell can't. I'd like to and I try, but in the end if I disagree with someone elses line of thought about something I feel quite stronlgy about I cease to be an objectvive thinking beeing and become the evil monstrous dictator that just wants to pove my point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to stop stating my way of thinking as the right one for the rest of the world and accept other views as long as they don't hurt me, and vice versa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20656723-115581997296427043?l=shophoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shophoc.blogspot.com/feeds/115581997296427043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20656723&amp;postID=115581997296427043&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656723/posts/default/115581997296427043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656723/posts/default/115581997296427043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shophoc.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-have-right.html' title='I have right!'/><author><name>Karin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01588875503745906538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/84/215436215_5171807c94.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20656723.post-115576394684381210</id><published>2006-08-16T23:30:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T23:42:01.226+02:00</updated><title type='text'>By the Power of Greyscull  - I HAD the Power</title><content type='html'>If you are a true child of the 80's you will surely remember most of these - I sure do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Um Bongo, Um Bongo, They drink it in the Congo&lt;br /&gt;2. You played with "My Little Ponies."&lt;br /&gt;3. Friendship bracelets were ties that couldn't be broken.&lt;br /&gt;4. You ever read Nancy Drew, The Hardy Boys, The Babysitters Club, Forever or Sweet Valley High.&lt;br /&gt;5. You wanted to be on "Jim'll Fix It".&lt;br /&gt;6. You wore one of those slap-on wristbands at some point...or heaven forbid one of those T-shirts that changed colour with heat (Global Hypercolour).&lt;br /&gt;7. You were upset when She-ra, Princess of Power and He-Man got cancelled.&lt;br /&gt;8. You can remember watching Saved by the Bell&lt;br /&gt;9. You even wore  fluorescent-neon clothing... (if you can call it clothing!)&lt;br /&gt;10. You could break dance (ok, you wished you could)&lt;br /&gt;11. You remember when Amiga was a state of the art video game system.&lt;br /&gt;12. You remember M.C. Hammer.&lt;br /&gt;13. You can still sing the rap to "Fresh Prince of Bel Air"....&lt;br /&gt;14. You can remember when it was Jazzy Jeff and The fresh Prince  and NOT  just plain Will Smith!&lt;br /&gt;15. You own ANY cassettes.&lt;br /&gt;16. You have ever pondered on why Smurfette was the ONLY female smurf.&lt;br /&gt;17. My Little Pony, Gummy Bears and Transformers are familiar to you.&lt;br /&gt;18. You ever had a Swatch Watch.&lt;br /&gt;19. You believed that "By the power of Greyskull, you HAD the power&lt;br /&gt;20. With your pink (or blue) portable tape player, you sang to Kylie and  Jason!&lt;br /&gt;21. Partying "like it's 1999" seemed SO far away.&lt;br /&gt;22. You were led to believe that in the year 2000 we'd all be living in space.&lt;br /&gt;23. You recorded songs off the radio with your boom box.&lt;br /&gt;24. Your arm was full of rubber bracelets.&lt;br /&gt;25. You wore those wide, colourful shoelaces.&lt;br /&gt;26 You never questioned why the A-Team were always imprisoned in placesthat had sufficient tools to build an armoured tank.&lt;br /&gt;27. You ever did the top toggle of your coat up around your neck without having your arms in the sleeves, and you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;knew &lt;/span&gt;you looked like a superhero.&lt;br /&gt;28. You remember watching a house inhabited by a jester, a pantomime horse and a woman who sneezed, and thinking that this was perfectly normal.&lt;br /&gt;29.  You've ever had more than 10 sweets in a 10p mix-up.&lt;br /&gt;30. You could have got away with it if it wasn't for those meddling kids.&lt;br /&gt;31. You remember Fingermouse and Dangermouse (not forgetting his trusty sidekick Penfold!)&lt;br /&gt;32. When 'Computer' Tennis, Pac-Man and Donkey-Kong ruled&lt;br /&gt;33. You remember hearing the tune then running out to buy an ice  creamcone on a warm summer night - 99's, screwballs or a cider lolly.&lt;br /&gt;34. You got up extra early, especially to watch Saturday Morning cartoons&lt;br /&gt;35. You remember Ant and Dec as PJ and Duncan&lt;br /&gt;36. Water balloons were the ultimate weapon.&lt;br /&gt;37. It wasn't odd to have two or three "best" friends..&lt;br /&gt;38. You remember when Snickers were Marathons and Starburst were Opal Fruits.&lt;br /&gt;39.  Important decisions were made by going eeny-meeny-miney-mo."&lt;br /&gt;40. Scrapes and bruises were kissed and made better and taking drugs meant orange-flavoured chewable aspirin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those were the times =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20656723-115576394684381210?l=shophoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shophoc.blogspot.com/feeds/115576394684381210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20656723&amp;postID=115576394684381210&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656723/posts/default/115576394684381210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656723/posts/default/115576394684381210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shophoc.blogspot.com/2006/08/by-power-of-greyscull-i-had-power.html' title='By the Power of Greyscull  - I HAD the Power'/><author><name>Karin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01588875503745906538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/84/215436215_5171807c94.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20656723.post-115575384197416229</id><published>2006-08-16T20:28:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T20:44:01.993+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Utmaning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="PostTitle"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Jo  jag är tvungen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tio första:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Första bästa kompis:&lt;/em&gt; Cecilia, vi bodde på samma gård tror jag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Första bil:&lt;/em&gt; Pappas bil?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Första kärlek:&lt;/em&gt; Ahhh så många, men Daniel S måste nog vara den jag kommer ihåg nu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Första husdjur:&lt;/em&gt; Fiskar eller Guldhamstern Hamlet - kommer inte riktigt ihåg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Första semester:&lt;/em&gt; Euhm  - Irland, vid typ tre månder tror jag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Första jobb:&lt;/em&gt; Skogsplanterare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Första köpta skiva:&lt;/em&gt; Haha jag kommer ihåg.... One More Time - hette de det?&lt;a href="http://hem.passagen.se/ulvas/Niklas%20Stromstedt%20-%20Om_front.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Första riktiga kärlek:&lt;/em&gt; Mjae kan jag nog inte svara på har nog inte haft nån, inte &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;riktig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-size: 100%;"&gt;Första&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: italic;"&gt; piercing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;em&gt;:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/i&gt; Öronen vid 13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Första konsert:&lt;/em&gt; Michael Jackson '99- rocka' fett!&lt;a href="http://moklinta.nu/2002/images/artiklar/moratrask/leffe-daniel.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nio senaste:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Senaste alkoholdrycken:&lt;/em&gt; Vin, vin och lite vin till&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Senaste &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;bilfärd:&lt;/em&gt; Från S hem,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Senaste &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;filmen du såg:&lt;/em&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.city.se/ArticlePages/200503/17/20050317094700_070/Nina.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Constant Gardner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Senaste &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;ringda telefonsamtal:&lt;/em&gt; Till S idag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Senaste &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;bubbelbadet: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Minns inte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Senaste &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;spelade cd:&lt;/em&gt; Edith Piaf Greatest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Senaste &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;kyss:&lt;/em&gt; Vill jag inte tänka på&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Senaste &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;gången du grät:&lt;/em&gt; And I repeat myself&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Senaste &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;måltiden:&lt;/em&gt; Räknas salta kex och solrosfrön?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Åtta har du nånsin:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dejtat en av dina bästa kompisar?&lt;/em&gt; Nupp, skulle jag inte heller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blivit arresterad?&lt;/em&gt; Inte vad jag  vet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blivit kär vid första ögonkastet?&lt;/em&gt; Kär och kär - betuttad kanske&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Varit på tv?&lt;/em&gt; Jo jag tror det.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fått ditt hjärta krossat?&lt;/em&gt; Lite för många gånger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sagt att du älskar någon utan att mena det? Knappast, det är inget jag vräker ur mig&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Busringt till nån?&lt;/em&gt; Vem har inte det?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sju saker du har på dig:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Tofflor&lt;br /&gt;2. Slacks&lt;br /&gt;3. Sport fleece&lt;br /&gt;4. BH&lt;br /&gt;5. Hårklämma&lt;br /&gt;6. Sorry det tar slut där.&lt;br /&gt;7. Vänta - solglasögon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sex saker du gjort idag:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Vaknat     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Gått ut med hunden&lt;br /&gt;3. Suttit hos S och druckit kaffe&lt;br /&gt;4. Bloggat&lt;br /&gt;5. Motionerat   &lt;br /&gt;6. Duschat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fem favoritsaker (Ingen speciell ordning):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Internet   &lt;br /&gt;2. Konst&lt;br /&gt;3. Vin&lt;br /&gt;4. Tofflor   &lt;br /&gt;5. Dyra accessoarer&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fyra personer du kan berätta allt för (utan inbördesordning):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt; 1. Jag berättar inte allt för någon, mycket men inte allt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt; 2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt; 3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt; 4. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tre val:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em face="georgia"&gt;Svart eller vit?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt; Svart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em face="georgia"&gt;Sommar eller vinter?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt; Höst&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Choklad eller chips? &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Chips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Två saker att göra innan du dör:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1. Åka till New York    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt; 2. För mycket att välja på&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;En sak du ångrar:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt; 1. Har inte omvärlden med att göra &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20656723-115575384197416229?l=shophoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shophoc.blogspot.com/feeds/115575384197416229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20656723&amp;postID=115575384197416229&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656723/posts/default/115575384197416229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656723/posts/default/115575384197416229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shophoc.blogspot.com/2006/08/utmaning.html' title='Utmaning'/><author><name>Karin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01588875503745906538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/84/215436215_5171807c94.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20656723.post-115575255537593139</id><published>2006-08-16T19:39:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T20:22:35.460+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Blond Bimbo</title><content type='html'>Blond and bimbo are word that often go toghether. Just like siliconimplants, stupid and blond often go toghether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm blond- I'm d&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;efinitely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;  not stupid - somthimes I don't think further than my nose and sometimes I misspell words, but I'm not stupid. I'd like to hear "stupid brunette bimbo" more often. Does hair colour make you smarter? Hardly. So why is Natasha - whats-her-name concidered more stupid than say Demi Moore? They both have silicon implants - and they both make bloody great money using their looks- what is the difference? I say fair play to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do people judge them because they use their looks to make a living -quite often jealously?- I say get a life! Making a decision to operate some part or parts on your body - to a certain degree - does not make you stupid. It might make you a risktaker or from time to time not the best of rolemodels, but each to his own. Some people throw themselves out of airplanes for christs' sake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw an interview with your one Natasha in a tv show about breast not too long agao, and not one thing she said stuck me as something a stupid person would say. Actually, she seemed to have quite a good grip on reality, how she made her money and how other people saw her. But isn't that her business in the end anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People can choose to like to dislike celebreties and what they stand for but leave it a that. Becoming a glamour model is perhaps not something I would aspire to become or encourage others to become,  and having this as your ultimate goal in life is perhaps somewhat naive,  in my opinion there are better ways to spend your time. However I don't think people should underestimate theese "blond bimbos" like Pamela Anderson, who has made enormous amounts of money off her looks, but also have used the position she is in to do good and use her influence - such as becoming a spokesperson for PETA and and a strong advocate for their cause and actually making a difference in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call a person sitting in mother's house at 20 something infront of the tv eating a pre-packed dinner making nothing of his/her life stupid- but that's just me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20656723-115575255537593139?l=shophoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shophoc.blogspot.com/feeds/115575255537593139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20656723&amp;postID=115575255537593139&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656723/posts/default/115575255537593139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656723/posts/default/115575255537593139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shophoc.blogspot.com/2006/08/stupid-blond-bimbo.html' title='Stupid Blond Bimbo'/><author><name>Karin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01588875503745906538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/84/215436215_5171807c94.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20656723.post-115567392485634803</id><published>2006-08-15T21:17:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T22:39:49.880+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Om detta må ni berätta</title><content type='html'>Få saker får mig att bli så arg så att jag känner vanmakt, så arg att jag skakar, så arg att jag kan börja gråta. Förintelsen är en av dessa saker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hur kan en man sitta och säga "det var ju så att man i Auschwitz &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kanske &lt;/span&gt;inte &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;helt &lt;/span&gt;följde de internationella lagarna för mänskliga rättigheter". Detta är något som får mig att vilja skrika rätt ut,  speciellt när man sekunden efter ser en bild på högar - och jag menar verkligen högar av lik av svultna människor som skyfflas  - med en enorm maskin - så att de faller på, över, runt och omkring varandra, ner i en grop där de sedan täcks av fler lik och sen jord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Att en människa kan behandla en annan på det sättet får mig att bli rädd, att en människa kan hjärntvätta en hel nation till att följa en ideologi som stöder detta betende får mig att bli mörkrädd,  men att det finns människor som idag på fullaste allvar tror att allt detta; dokument, massgravar, fotografier, förintelseläger och överlevande på båda sidor är fabrikerat och aldrig har hänt får mig att vilja krypa ner i min säng, dra täcket över huvudet och inte komma fram igen förrän den här världen har förintats och nästa värld har skapats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idag ses detta som något vi bör och ska lära oss om. Få höstadie-elever lyckas ta sig igenom dessa tre år utan att få uppleva en temavecka - en bok eller till och med en överlevare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samtidigt händer systematiskt mördande av specifika "raser" och etniska grupper runtom i världen fortfarande dagligen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Var går "gränsen" för att hjälpa andra människor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Är det helt ok att ge sig in i Irak (där det naturligtvis finns lidande)  med den officiella ursäkten "vi ska hjälpa ett förtryckt folk" - att det det rååååkar finnas pengar att tjäna på det har &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;naturligtvis &lt;/span&gt;ingenting med saken att göra. Men att gå in i ett Afrikanskt land - där det inte finns mer att tjäna på än att hjälpa männikor undan ohyggligt lidande - det verkar inte var riktigt lika intressant. Då helt plöstsligt respekteras självständiget och eget tänkade (dvs den ofta korrupta regeringens tänkande).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Är detta saker som vi i världen ska acceptera? Vare sig det är en övermakt som styrs av en ärthjärna som vill tjäna pengar eller om det är en någorluna obskyrt land som mördar sitt eget folk i hemlighet ska vi inte accpetera detta beteende. Har vi inte lärt oss någonting av historien?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SKÄMS! Glöm aldrig. Och acceptera inte utan att ifrågasätta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20656723-115567392485634803?l=shophoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shophoc.blogspot.com/feeds/115567392485634803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20656723&amp;postID=115567392485634803&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656723/posts/default/115567392485634803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656723/posts/default/115567392485634803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shophoc.blogspot.com/2006/08/om-detta-m-ni-bertta.html' title='Om detta må ni berätta'/><author><name>Karin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01588875503745906538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/84/215436215_5171807c94.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20656723.post-115558223782355832</id><published>2006-08-14T20:32:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T21:03:58.390+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Vem får man se ner på?</title><content type='html'>Får man se ner på andra folk? Inte enligt allmänt accepterade sociala regler - beroende på i vilka sociala kretsar och normer man har vuxit upp med naturligtvis, men som en generell regel. Man ska inte se ner på andra och absolut inte tro eller gud förbjude implikera att man är bättre än någon annan - åtmistone inte officiellt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hyckeri  - någon?! Varför sitter då folk och kommenterar och indirekt visar att de inte "gillar" andra människor eller saker de gör (för mig exluderas självklart nynazister och andra liknande avskum som man öppet får ser ner på för de har uppenbarligen inte större hjärnor än amöbor) och sen sitter och säger att "näää jag ser inte ner på andra människor" när de så uppenbarligen gör det för att dessa människor inte har samma åsikter, lever på samma sätt, läser rätt böcker  eller helt enkelt tittar på vissa tvprogram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man ska tydligen leva helt enligt med en grupps accepterade beteende för att inte stämplas som utomstående och/eller som mindre värd. Minsta lilla avvikelse som inte ses som acceptabelt kan göra att en individ stämplas som oacceptabel och inte värd lika mycket -naturligtvis inte öppet - kanske en min visas eller en liten snygg kommentar eller ännu enklare - ingenting - men sen när personen gått börjar det pratas om "vad det är för en människa". Så lite för så mycket energi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erkänn öppet att du ser ner på vissa saker och personer och acceptera då att andra får/kommer se ner på dig, eller sluta se ner på saker och passera dem till sidan i facket "jag förstår det inte men accepterar det". Sluta hyckla!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20656723-115558223782355832?l=shophoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shophoc.blogspot.com/feeds/115558223782355832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20656723&amp;postID=115558223782355832&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656723/posts/default/115558223782355832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656723/posts/default/115558223782355832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shophoc.blogspot.com/2006/08/vem-fr-man-se-ner-p.html' title='Vem får man se ner på?'/><author><name>Karin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01588875503745906538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/84/215436215_5171807c94.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20656723.post-115542460088325640</id><published>2006-08-13T01:16:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T20:32:13.563+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I evil</title><content type='html'>I vanliga fall är jag dryg, när jag dricker blir jag drygare. Problemet är att jag för det mesta inte inser eller faktiskt menar att vara dryg. Ofta är det så att jag "state the obvious". Liksom i går när jag var och umgicks med ett par vänner och drack kopiösa mängder vin, jag vänder mig om till en kille och tycker "men de där ska ju uppenbarligen ha sex och han kommer att somna så du kan lika gärna hänga med mig ner och umgås" - Stating the obvious. Varpå en av killarna blir jätte irriterad och tycker nått jag inte hör (lyssnade på). Nu går jag omkring och har dåligt samvete - nä inte det, jag är irriterad på det mesta och börjar känna för att starta en fight med nån. Vaddå elak - för att jag pratar som en kille (okej det händer väl att jag vräker ur mig grejer jag inte tänker på) men säger nått och sen ska folk gärna vrida på det så att även om det vara var ett påstående blir det en elak kommentar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu har jag fått nog av bönder och vill tillbaka till folk som inte har så förbaskat förutfattade meningar och som tycker att det bästa som finns är att "softa" och glo på tv där det största meningsutbytet är "öhhh snygg" öhhh va ska vi göra" öhhh orkar inte"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrrgh tack vare S har jag inte fått ångest attacker konstant ännu, men de börjar komma - jag måste här ifrån.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Nu har jag ätit för mycket godis och mår illa)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20656723-115542460088325640?l=shophoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shophoc.blogspot.com/feeds/115542460088325640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20656723&amp;postID=115542460088325640&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656723/posts/default/115542460088325640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656723/posts/default/115542460088325640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shophoc.blogspot.com/2006/08/am-i-evil.html' title='Am I evil'/><author><name>Karin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01588875503745906538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/84/215436215_5171807c94.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20656723.post-115524690392297136</id><published>2006-08-10T23:36:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T23:55:03.943+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Testing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Kontakten med min feminina sida &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[X] Köpt en hårfön (Mjo men jag behöver en ny)&lt;br /&gt;[X] Sminkat mig i annat avseende än att se rolig ut (Haha jo det kan man väl säga)&lt;br /&gt;[X] Följt med som smakråd vid en shoppingrunda (Ja fast....)&lt;br /&gt;[X] Pratat känslor...nykter (Vad räknas som känslor förresten?)&lt;br /&gt;[X] Skrattat under en romantisk komedi (Jo jag är en suuuucker för dem)&lt;br /&gt;[X] Berömt en person av manligt kön för sitt utseende&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Fortsatt prata med en person av manligt kön även efter det att han visat sig vara tråkig, enbart på grund av att han var snygg (Det brukar inte finnas så mycket att prata om då)&lt;br /&gt;[X] Ringt upp en person utan konkret syfte (Mja inte bara för Heeeej va görrru???? Eller jo nu ljuger jag, men det var ett tag sen)&lt;br /&gt;[X] Funderat på namn åt mina barn(Stackars karl, han har inte en chans om det blir en pojke nån gång i framtiden)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Insett storheten hos Barbara Streisand (Nej jag har missat den biten)&lt;br /&gt;[X] Lyssnat på en skiva främst för att personerna i bandet är snygga (Räknas Backstreet Boys? Fast jag gillade iof musiken också)&lt;br /&gt;[X] Druckit Cosmopolitan (My old friends Cosmo &amp; Appeltini!)&lt;br /&gt;[X] Sett ett avsnitt av "Sex and the city" (Det har väl hänt)&lt;br /&gt;[X] Sett två avsnitt av "Sex and the city"(Eller alla)&lt;br /&gt;[X] Känt mig sugen på en kopp te (Gärna grönt)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Känt glädje över att få blommor i present (Jag tror aldrig jag har fått blommor i present så  jag vet inte)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Gjort någonting romantiskt på eget initiativ (Öhhh - romantik vad är det?)&lt;br /&gt;[X] Blivit arg utan anledning (Jag blir oftare irriterad - sen hur stor anledningen är vettefan oftast)&lt;br /&gt;[X] Gråtit efter 9 fyllda år (Det har väl hänt  brukar undvika det)&lt;br /&gt;[X ] Brytt mig om H&amp;M:s val av modell (Mest kanske när nån har påpekat att de ser ut som anorexia fall)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Insett storheten i Linda Skugges krönikor (Jag läser inte Linda Skugge)&lt;br /&gt;[X] Kramat en kille&lt;br /&gt;[X] Dansat (whooyaaa, hell yeah, mycket och ofta en gång i tiden, och kanske i dushen lite på och då)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Kontakten med min maskulina sida:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Ljugit om hur mycket jag har druckit (Kommer inte ihåg)&lt;br /&gt;[X] Ätit en blodig stek (mmmm gott)&lt;br /&gt;[X] Läst en biltidning (Jo pappa äger ett par och man kan alltid lära sig nått nytt onödigt)&lt;br /&gt;[X] Framgångsrikt använt en borr, hammare och diverse andra redskap (Kanske inte en slagborr men resten  - självklart.)&lt;br /&gt;[X] Styrketränat (Rutin på gymet)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Fortsatt prata med en person av kvinnligt kön även efter det att hon visat sig vara tråkig, enbart på grund av att hon var snygg (Ehh nä så attraherad av kvinnor är jag inte)&lt;br /&gt;[X] Köpt en meningslös pryl (Tekniskt sett....)&lt;br /&gt;[X] Sagt att något, som var på gränsen att få mig att gråta som ett spädbarn, inte alls gjorde ont (Mycket troligt)&lt;br /&gt;[X] Burit en nätbrynja (Räknas nätklännig?)&lt;br /&gt;[X] Tillbringat en hel dag enbart betraktande sport på tv (Inte en hel dag, men gick VM eller EM så skulle jag nog)&lt;br /&gt;[X] Lovat att ringa dagen efteråt och sedan struntat i det (Kanske inte struntat i det som så mycket inte orkat *host*)&lt;br /&gt;[X] Läst en bok av Jan Guillou (Tvingades läsa Ondskan - ganska glad över det, men fler har det inte blivit)&lt;br /&gt;[X] Läst ett nummer av Slitz (Läst och läst - bläddrat. Finns det verkligen så mycket att läsa där?)&lt;br /&gt;[X] Dunkat någon i ryggen i syfte att få denne att känna sig uppskattad (Förmodligen)&lt;br /&gt;[X] Känt mig hungrig efter att ha ätit en hel pizza (Inte hungring med sugen på mer att äta -lol Sanna - majonäääs!)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Gått på en Ulf Lundell-konsert (Haha nu var du rolig)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Använt händerna till att slå någon i syfte att skada denna person (Har bättre saker för mig än att slåss)&lt;br /&gt;[X] Diskuterat bröst (Liksom ett oundvikligt ämne)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Gjort lumpen (Hell No!)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Ätit en hel flintastek själv (Har inte probvt - hmm tankar formas...)&lt;br /&gt;[X] Känt mig nödgad att bräcka någon i armbrytning (Jo men jag förlorade nog för det mesta)&lt;br /&gt;[X] Känt mig häftig över att åka jättefort i en bil (Vad räknas som fort?)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Enbart stirrat snett uppåt vid besök på en pissoar (hmmm, jag vet inte vad jag ska säga - too much information)&lt;br /&gt;[X] Lagat någonting på egen hand (Ofta och mycket, kanske inte alltid så bra)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Skrikit "kom igen nu gubbar" på fotbollsplan (Nä det tror jag inte)&lt;br /&gt;[X] Tävlat i att dricka öl (Jo det har väl hänt - och inte alltid slutat bra)&lt;br /&gt;[ X Påpekat hur otroligt bögiga westlife eller annat valfritt pojkband ser ut (Måste man inte göra det?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20656723-115524690392297136?l=shophoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shophoc.blogspot.com/feeds/115524690392297136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20656723&amp;postID=115524690392297136&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656723/posts/default/115524690392297136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656723/posts/default/115524690392297136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shophoc.blogspot.com/2006/08/testing.html' title='Testing'/><author><name>Karin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01588875503745906538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/84/215436215_5171807c94.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20656723.post-115524540683564249</id><published>2006-08-10T23:15:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T01:17:21.646+02:00</updated><title type='text'>To be or not to be</title><content type='html'>A teenager. What was better when we were 14 or thereabouts? Most probably nothing, or perhaps the lack of responsibility compared to how it is now. I've been having nostaliga trips lately - and they are scary! I'm one of those people who live in the past. I was born (or perhaps born again) about 250 years too late. And I tend to prefer the things that have to do with the past rather than the future or present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memory trips of my middleschool period are interesting. Walking today I started thinking of what was soooo hard at that age. Apart from private things - not much! My biggest problem for about two of those three years was how to get the attention of the guy I liked at the momen t (which in one year was 8-9 I counted). Teen problems, most often trivial but oh so real in the time present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what I really was thinking of is how much of pain does the brain actually reject and forget. They say that the body forgets pain - i.e women have more children, they don't remember how painful it was. It's like breaking a bone, you remember it was painful, but you can't actually recall the pain. Is it the same mentally, is that why some people, like me, remember that the time when I was 14 was painful - teen angst and all of that, but only in a haze. I remember the fun parts so much more vividly (hmm wondering about tempus there), and that's where I have my nostalgia trips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have blacked out the most part of two years in my later teens - is that again the body/brain rejection or did I do nothing worth remberring? I have quite fond memories of High School and my friends there but they are perhaps not as alive and many as my younger teen memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much can the brain take before it has to reject more than what should really be rejected? Nahhh now I'm just being pretentious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice day thinking about your past&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20656723-115524540683564249?l=shophoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shophoc.blogspot.com/feeds/115524540683564249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20656723&amp;postID=115524540683564249&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656723/posts/default/115524540683564249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656723/posts/default/115524540683564249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shophoc.blogspot.com/2006/08/to-be-or-not-to-be.html' title='To be or not to be'/><author><name>Karin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01588875503745906538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/84/215436215_5171807c94.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20656723.post-115524454189482017</id><published>2006-08-10T23:07:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T23:15:41.903+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Diverse babbel</title><content type='html'>Sånt är jag jätte bra på, och speciellt nu när jag är supersocial och håller på och går i taket för att jag är kvar i denna lilla stad. Nu har det gått för långt, jag klarar inte det länge. Å ena sidan är jag jätte avundsjuk på alla de människor som verkar trivas så bra med att bo i en liten stad, gå till jobbet och sen komma hem och softa - eventuellt umgås med en vän eller två. Leta efter en livspartner och kanske drickae en öl eller två på helgen. Tänk vad bekvämt det skulle vara! Tyvärr funkar det inte för mig. Jag gillar små städer i ungefär två veckor när jag behöver varva ner sen... mja ni kan ju tänka er.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just nu sitter jag och tänker på min vän jag pratade med nyss. Han ska ut - ragga upp nån trevlig (vilket iof inte är min grej men ok) , dricka en sjuhelsikes massa alkohol, tröttnar han på det stället han är på går han till nästa och dricker champagne och funkar inte det drar han vidare och träffar en massa andra roliga människor som han känner (och jag). Men jag sitter här med två ställen att välja på om jag vill gå ut och vara social och Guf Förbjude - klä upp  mig lite- vem fan orkar göra det här?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jag vill ha champagne, Dolce &amp;amp; Gabbana väskor (mmmmm shopping *drools*), neon ljus och mycket människor att välja på om jag känner för det!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGHH!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20656723-115524454189482017?l=shophoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shophoc.blogspot.com/feeds/115524454189482017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20656723&amp;postID=115524454189482017&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656723/posts/default/115524454189482017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656723/posts/default/115524454189482017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shophoc.blogspot.com/2006/08/diverse-babbel.html' title='Diverse babbel'/><author><name>Karin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01588875503745906538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/84/215436215_5171807c94.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20656723.post-114963409793871477</id><published>2006-06-07T00:35:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T00:48:17.946+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Living through a Tv series</title><content type='html'>How come we can get into tv series sooo badly? I used to be a Buffy freak - yeah I admit it. I have seen every episode of Buffy .- season 1 through 7. I have also seen Angel season 1 through 5. It started with me borrowing my cousins dvds so that I would get through a boring weekend when I didn't have any money to go out or my friends were busy. Then it creapt up on me more and more, I got into the series. And now it has happened again with Veronica Mars. I hardly think that I would watch Veroncia Mars more than once, maybe twice - if I was bored, but still while watching it I get so in to the series. I do the onlooker "ooohhh" - hand over mouth when something unexpected happens or the "ahhhh" when the couple get toghether. Sooo incredibly silly but don't we all need something to live out our fantasies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people live my gaming (RPG) others by music and its artists others by books. We all have a fantasy of who we want to be and living it through whatever media is the most within out reach and suits us best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite happy with my life and my upbringing excpept for the obvious scars. But I always wanted to be the cheerleader. I have always loved the american chickflick teenmovies. Although I think I was never suited to be a cheerleader I still always kind of wished that I was the one living in a movie set house, with the pool and the one disturbed parent ( well I did have that) and the boys, the dating, the parties, the money and the leisure. Fact: most of the time it isn't like that in american highschools, actually, I'm quite happy with missing out on public school in america, but still that was always my fantasy, my other person to be, and although I'm way too old to do that now, it still is. (Perhaps because most of the actors and actresses in those series and movies are my age)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all need a get-a-way and as long as it doesn't take over our lives it's probably a healthy thing that keeps us sane.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20656723-114963409793871477?l=shophoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shophoc.blogspot.com/feeds/114963409793871477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20656723&amp;postID=114963409793871477&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656723/posts/default/114963409793871477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656723/posts/default/114963409793871477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shophoc.blogspot.com/2006/06/living-through-tv-series.html' title='Living through a Tv series'/><author><name>Karin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01588875503745906538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/84/215436215_5171807c94.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20656723.post-114911630531892339</id><published>2006-06-01T00:36:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T00:58:25.330+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Barn</title><content type='html'>Barn är något jag har funderat på lite på sista tiden- inte för mig själv dock utan mer i allmänhet. Jag personligen är ingen barnmänniska och detta tolkas gärna fel i olika situationer. Faktum är att  om jag inte måååste lära känna barnet/barnen känner jag mest irritation. Jag förstår inte heller föräldrar som skämmer bort sina barn eller inte enligt mina åsikter kan uppfostra sina barn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exempel: en av mina bästa vänninors syster fick nyligen barn, en kvinna (-vid det här laget antar jag) som jag i mycket ser som en storasyter eftersom jag inte har någon egen, och jag var och hälsade på i föräldrahemmet under en middag varpå syster (min vän) bär på det lilla knytet när jag kommer in och tycker "ahhhh är det inte underbart- hälsa" och jag tycker i mitt huvud "euhhhh" men jag tittar lite snabbt och säger ahhh och sätter mig sen på en stol och pratar med närvarande människor. Varpå jag sedan får frågan "vill du hålla" och jag replikerar med "ehhh nä" och alla huvuden vändsoch ser fundersamt på mig. Under middagen anser jag också (i mitt tysta sinne) att allt gooande tillbaka till bäbisen som gnyr och det konstant kollandet av vad den gör (fast den inte skriker eller tillfredställer sina lustar för en massaker) är totalt onödigt - okej för de nyblivna föräldrarna, men resterande sällskap - ha lite distans!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samtidigt som jag tycker detta om barn i allmänhet är min systerdotter (varpå jag förstår min väns  - titta vad underbart!)- "min" hon är min att leka med, min att skämma bort som "monster (moster) karin"- det barn jag leker med och tycker om det, den enda som kan få mig att börja lyssna på min vän med ett öra, för att jag mååååste titta på och underhålla det lilla hellspawnet för. Jag blir som alla andra med småbarn - kanske inte så mycket babyspråk men ska underhålla och älskar att se när hon skrattar åt mig eller lyser upp som en sol när hon ser mig eller när hennes pappa kommer in och tycker jag lämnar över ***** till er eftersom att hon blev muppig när hon hörde att Karin var här. Vad kan man annars göra. Å andra sidan har mamman viss distans till att vara förälder och 100% av hennes tid när vi umgås upptas inte av att säga barn barn barn.... och det gör viss skillnad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Måste man vara allmänälskare av barn för att inte ses på som en utböling eller kan folk komma att acceptera att man faktikst inte tycker att barn är Guds under utan det är nått som händer varje dag och att vissa människor bara fäster sig vid barn i ett fåtal fall?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20656723-114911630531892339?l=shophoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shophoc.blogspot.com/feeds/114911630531892339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20656723&amp;postID=114911630531892339&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656723/posts/default/114911630531892339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656723/posts/default/114911630531892339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shophoc.blogspot.com/2006/05/barn.html' title='Barn'/><author><name>Karin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01588875503745906538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/84/215436215_5171807c94.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20656723.post-114886028798755390</id><published>2006-05-29T01:41:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T01:51:27.990+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Saker som händer när man är lat</title><content type='html'>Att vara lat kan vara det bästa som finns, man kommer på de mest kreativa lösningar för att unvika att slösa alldeles för mycket energi. Å andra sidan finns det många många tillfällen då man börjar fundera hur man tänker. Jag är mycket lat  - och gnällig. Gärna när det gäller datorer. Jag är nämligen jätte duktig på att tycka "men det är något feeeel" eller "stackars mig, jag vet inte hur man gör.... gör åt mig" lite som ett litet barn. Ofta, har jag märkt går jag till min vän "Dr Sanna" när min dator behöver uppdateras eller tittas på. I och för sig finns det grejer som lika gärna skulle kunna stå på Grekiska för mig när det gäller datorer men vid många tilfällen tar det bara lite tid och läsning för att lösa det mesta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men när allting ska gå snabbt är det lättare att tycka "gööööör" till närmsta människa som kan det bättre istället för att kanske till och med lära sig något. Vi borde kanske försöka utöka våra kunskapsområden istället för att hiva över gejer på mannen i datoraffären som ändå kommer tycka "tryck på on-knappen så kommer det nog gå bättre" och inte bara med datorer utan allt som vi egentligen kan lära oss med lite tid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20656723-114886028798755390?l=shophoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shophoc.blogspot.com/feeds/114886028798755390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20656723&amp;postID=114886028798755390&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656723/posts/default/114886028798755390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656723/posts/default/114886028798755390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shophoc.blogspot.com/2006/05/saker-som-hnder-nr-man-r-lat.html' title='Saker som händer när man är lat'/><author><name>Karin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01588875503745906538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/84/215436215_5171807c94.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20656723.post-114807857682983478</id><published>2006-05-20T00:30:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T00:42:56.850+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Min syster är tjock och min dator är seg</title><content type='html'>Kan det bli mycket bättre?. Data fanskap, sega ihop sig mitt i natten borde vara jätte mycket olagligt. August (min dator) gör helt enkelt inte som jag vill. Så han och min syster har egentligen ganska mycket gemensamt. Jag har på senaste tiden suttit på min bak hos min bästa vän och hjärndöd lekt med hennes nya dotter (hmm det får det nästan som att låta som att det är en ny leksak) och under den tiden hinner vi babbla en massa, vi har ännu inte kommit fram till en total bot mot all cancer eller HIV (tror dock att vi måste närma oss) men vi har definitivt kommit fram till att min syster är världen mest bortskämda lilla koppelbarn (snorunge).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Min vänninas man tittar förundrat på mig när jag mycket välvilligt demonsterar min systers senaste utbrott. Tänk er en fjortis vid arton års ålder som tycker MIIIIIIITTTTT, eller wahhhhhhhhh! med världens mest high-pitched röst (man får ont i huvudet- ja). Grejen är att hon verkligen är så. Min kära lillasyster har alltid kommit undan med allt och det senaste året har hon varit ganska mycket sjuk, visst man ska tycka synd om flickebarnet, det är inte kul att vara konstant sjuk. Men när det övergår i selektiv sjukdom blir det ganska intressant. Min syster är sjuk på morgonen (när man måste gå upp till lektioner tidigt), när man ska städa och när man måste tvätta. I och med att vår far tycker ahhh lilla barn så kan hon ligga på soffan, dicka cola light, gapa och skrika och äta ohyggliga mängder med godis. Detta meför att koppelbarnet har gått upp åtskilliga kilon och är nu större än jag , viket är en bedrift men hennes definitiva underlägsna längd. Lite hull i all ära men att vara stadigt på väg mot ohälsosam fetma kan inte vara bra, speciellt inte med ett bortskämt sinne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jag anser att folk som min kära syster borde väckas brutalt med att kastas ut i  verkliga världen för ett bryskt uppvaknande och jag ska definitivt göra mitt bästa om jag någonsin får barn att inte särbehandla det yngsta (vilket nog är svårt), vilket kan leda till svåra störningar hos det stackars barnet. - SNORUNGE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20656723-114807857682983478?l=shophoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shophoc.blogspot.com/feeds/114807857682983478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20656723&amp;postID=114807857682983478&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656723/posts/default/114807857682983478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656723/posts/default/114807857682983478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shophoc.blogspot.com/2006/05/min-syster-r-tjock-och-min-dator-r-seg.html' title='Min syster är tjock och min dator är seg'/><author><name>Karin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01588875503745906538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/84/215436215_5171807c94.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20656723.post-114642783294540245</id><published>2006-04-30T22:03:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T22:10:41.310+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Shame on me</title><content type='html'>Jag har inte bloggat på jätte länge, men det blir så när man flyttar och måste ordna med grejer och så. I dag är det Valbord i Sverige, vilket betyder att ungefär halva svenska folket kommer att vakna med baksmällor imorrn. Själv sitter jag hemma vilket är en blanding av att jag är för tjock (mätt) efter maten jag åt hon min vän och att jag har inga andra vänner i den här stan samt att min kväll blev ganska förstörd pga irritation på att min mor mycket vänligt ringde så fort jag klivit in genom dörren och bad mig hämta min kära syster som just hade ringt, så jag var tvungen att ge mig ut igen och därmed förstördes mitt goda humör och nu sitter jag och är grymt uttråkad med ingenting på tvn eller valet att gå till den lokala krogen där min mamma och hennes man sitter... hmmm ja det blir väl så här när man flyttar några tusen mil hemifrån ett par år, man tappar kontakten med folk helt enkelt och sen har man ingenting att göra&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20656723-114642783294540245?l=shophoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shophoc.blogspot.com/feeds/114642783294540245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20656723&amp;postID=114642783294540245&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656723/posts/default/114642783294540245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656723/posts/default/114642783294540245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shophoc.blogspot.com/2006/04/shame-on-me.html' title='Shame on me'/><author><name>Karin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01588875503745906538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/84/215436215_5171807c94.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20656723.post-114316400240091861</id><published>2006-03-24T02:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T02:33:22.416+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Internet connections</title><content type='html'>So i got an internet connection when I moved in, since I really can't live without it, well I can but it makes life so much harder without it, and I realised today that in my "all things to be sorted" when I got it I fogot to protect my actual connection, which means that my room neighbour has been hacking into my line, since i left the "acceppt 802.1 x connection" open. This pisses my off royaly, mostly because he didn't ask. Had he asked I probably wouldn't have a big problem with it, well at least I would have the option to say yes or no, but now he's hacking on to my line which I pay for and have to keep without loads of shit on it, as I would be liable for whatever goes in and out. Tomorrow I am so doing more than removing the wireless connection and totally and utterly disconnecting him. Wanker!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20656723-114316400240091861?l=shophoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shophoc.blogspot.com/feeds/114316400240091861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20656723&amp;postID=114316400240091861&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656723/posts/default/114316400240091861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656723/posts/default/114316400240091861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shophoc.blogspot.com/2006/03/internet-connections.html' title='Internet connections'/><author><name>Karin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01588875503745906538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/84/215436215_5171807c94.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20656723.post-114046169445067766</id><published>2006-02-20T19:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T19:54:54.483+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Städa vs Inte Städa</title><content type='html'>Jag vet jag vet, jag är inte speciellt duktig på att uppdatera min blogg, mest för att jag är bland de lataste männsiskor jag känner, och för att när jag väl kommer på något att skriva om håller jag på o somnare eller har druckit lite vin och stavningen är definitivt inte den bästa, eller så orkar jag helt enkelt inte resa mig upp från fåtöljen. Men idag har jag något - min konstanta vrede över de folk (om man kan kalla dem det) som jag bor med. Jag har bott med rumskompisar de senaste åren, emedan jag gick på högskolan och inte hade råd med mycket mer och för att jag skarpt gillar min landlord och landlady som förmodlige är ett av de par få riktigt snälla människor som menar att vara snälla bara för att de bryr sig.  Men jag klarar inte mycker mera. Jag har svenska killkompisar runt min egen ålder som kan vara slarviga (jag vet inte hur många gånger jag diskade eller städade hos Henke eller Anderz för att jag inte stod ut med det), men de har bättrat sig, lite. Och de vet hur man gör, de är för det mesta bara inte intresserade av att göra det. Men dessa Irländska killar - deras mammor gör allt för dem, de har ingen aning om vad rent är eller ens hur man gör rent, och se ser det inte. Killar är killar och visst, i det genus samhälle vi bor i kommer de undan med mycket och lilla Lisa får lära sig istället, men det här är löjligt. Hur kan man stå ut med att gå på en toalett som inte har blivit städad på circa 6 måndader? Eller inte se det, jag vet inte. Eller den totala bristen på respekt när någon annan har städat, jag vet inte om jag börjar bli gammal eller om en av mina bästa vänner har influerat mig för mycket men jag kan säga att om jag någonsin får en son ska han minsann lära sig att tvätta, städa och skura en toalett! vare sig han vill eller inte. Skärp er killar, få tjejer skulle fortsätta träffa en kille som bor i en svinstia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20656723-114046169445067766?l=shophoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shophoc.blogspot.com/feeds/114046169445067766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20656723&amp;postID=114046169445067766&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656723/posts/default/114046169445067766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656723/posts/default/114046169445067766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shophoc.blogspot.com/2006/02/stda-vs-inte-stda.html' title='Städa vs Inte Städa'/><author><name>Karin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01588875503745906538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/84/215436215_5171807c94.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20656723.post-113908155157304705</id><published>2006-02-04T20:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T20:32:31.606+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Staying in or going out</title><content type='html'>Most of the time you have a social calender, you either have different plans or you are taking a rest from constantly doing something. But what about when it is either or? Either you are going out constanly, spendint way too much money and being way too hung over, or, you a always staying some and - granted- not spending as much money or waking up with the feeling of Oh my God what did I do, but after a while it just gets so damn boring. Can be maintain a healthy balance between having fun and just relaxing on the weekends? I haven't been out in God knows how long, much by my own free will and some over spending in the desiger christmas sales, and sometimes I like having a few weekends in a row of just wathing movies and barely moving. But that gets somewhat booooring after a while, and when I finally make plans, they crash! So now I'm sitting at home yet another weekend since the few people I would actually consider going out with are either working, as they are bar men, or are in other parts of the country or have kinds. Lovely! Sitting at home in a very dirty flat, due to very messy college flatmates with no drink and no fun. It either goes one way or the other. There is a word in Swedish that mean somewhere in between - lagom, a word that really doesn't have a match in other languages, and that is very hard to achieve. Gaarrghh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20656723-113908155157304705?l=shophoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shophoc.blogspot.com/feeds/113908155157304705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20656723&amp;postID=113908155157304705&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656723/posts/default/113908155157304705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656723/posts/default/113908155157304705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shophoc.blogspot.com/2006/02/staying-in-or-going-out.html' title='Staying in or going out'/><author><name>Karin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01588875503745906538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/84/215436215_5171807c94.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20656723.post-113882602903286789</id><published>2006-02-01T21:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T20:31:30.860+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Teknologiskt Inkompetent</title><content type='html'>Det är jag det så därför tänker jag göra denna Utmaning på enklast möjliga sätt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Svara på frågorna:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fyra jobb jag haft:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Servistris&lt;br /&gt;Vårdbiträde&lt;br /&gt;Skogsplanterare&lt;br /&gt;Fine Art Admin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fyra filmer jag kan se om och om igen:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 Orsaker att hata dig&lt;br /&gt;Döda Poeters Sällkap&lt;br /&gt;Kill Bill&lt;br /&gt;Committments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fyra ställen jag har bott:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strängnäs&lt;br /&gt;Dublin&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fyra tv-program jag gillar:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sex and the City&lt;br /&gt;Desperate Housewives&lt;br /&gt;Law and Order (allihopa)&lt;br /&gt;Cold Case&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fyra ställen jag har varit på semester:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stort sett hela delen av norra europa&lt;br /&gt;Irland&lt;br /&gt;Idre Fjäll&lt;br /&gt;Danmark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fyra sajter jag besöker dagligen:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Animal Rescue site&lt;br /&gt;Odi et Amo&lt;br /&gt;Helgon&lt;br /&gt;DN.se&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fyra favorit rätter:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carbornara&lt;br /&gt;Pizza&lt;br /&gt;Kebab&lt;br /&gt;Lax&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fyra ställen där jag gärna skulle vara nu:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inom en mycket högre uppsatt position inom jobbet&lt;br /&gt;New York&lt;br /&gt;Sverige&lt;br /&gt;Paris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eftersom jag inte direkt bloggar med en massa andra förutom den som utmanade mig skippar jag att utmana&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20656723-113882602903286789?l=shophoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shophoc.blogspot.com/feeds/113882602903286789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20656723&amp;postID=113882602903286789&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656723/posts/default/113882602903286789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656723/posts/default/113882602903286789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shophoc.blogspot.com/2006/02/teknologiskt-inkompetent.html' title='Teknologiskt Inkompetent'/><author><name>Karin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01588875503745906538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/84/215436215_5171807c94.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20656723.post-113874969541654665</id><published>2006-02-01T00:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T00:21:35.426+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebs</title><content type='html'>We all are, not matter how much we deny it, interested in the celebreties of today. We may say we hate them, or we love them, in any case we constantly watch them, through magazines or through tv or whatever media available, but no matter what whether we love them or hate them, we have an interest. On a daily basis we are fed image, news, miles of column space about celebs, sometimes I think more than about what acuatlly is really interesting in the news, and we love it, no matter how much we deny it. Having been fed imgages and messages through the various media since I was about 11 I have taken to heart how to look, act and be like a celeb or a model. And I won't deny it, it is a major part of my life. As much as I would like to think that I am a cultivated human being with somekind of morals and self knowldege, in lack of a better word, I still constantly have thoghts in my head which are dominated by what to wear, how to act and how to look, and much of this comes from watching celebs. Celebereties are our moden day royals or noblemen, the people we gossip about, want to be like and imitate, everyday, everywhere, and how ever much we would like for this not to be it is very much becoming a fact of life, one can only hope that with all of this mad mania some people can still maintain somekind of distance and intelligence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20656723-113874969541654665?l=shophoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shophoc.blogspot.com/feeds/113874969541654665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20656723&amp;postID=113874969541654665&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656723/posts/default/113874969541654665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656723/posts/default/113874969541654665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shophoc.blogspot.com/2006/01/celebs.html' title='Celebs'/><author><name>Karin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01588875503745906538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/84/215436215_5171807c94.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20656723.post-113856632777915584</id><published>2006-01-29T21:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T21:25:27.790+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding Friends</title><content type='html'>I recently read in a paper from home about people from Sweden, how distant they can be and how hard the Swedish society is to get into. Which is very true, and I realize I am so incredably Swedish, much more so than I ever thought before, and I have been realizing this little by little lately. Swedish people are very hard to get to know, when you reach a certain age, you rarely make new friends, aquatinces yes, but very rarely friends, and if that happens it is often "accidental" and may only be passing friends, not like those you have had for years and years. And as much as I would like to think of myself as somewhat friendly (not taking it too far- I am generally very distancing when it comes to making friends) , but I am really not. This can make it very hard when you don't live near your &lt;em&gt;friends&lt;/em&gt;. I have the typical Swedish mentality of "I already have friends, I have my best friends and I don't need anymore, the ones I have do me just fine". And I really belive that, I have two best girlfriends, one best guyfriend and then a few people that i perhaps consider closer than most other aquantances I have, but to make a friend out of me would be one hell of a chore. In Sweden, as a fairly advanced society, you would think that people would be somewhat more openminded, especially since they are when it comes to so many other social subjects, but no. Cultural differences can make things very hard when you are in a foreign place and you are so imbued with what your own society has impregnated in your mind, and I think we have to make greater efforts to realize those differences and embrace the new ones and consider letting new ways of thinking in more than we actually do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20656723-113856632777915584?l=shophoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shophoc.blogspot.com/feeds/113856632777915584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20656723&amp;postID=113856632777915584&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656723/posts/default/113856632777915584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656723/posts/default/113856632777915584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shophoc.blogspot.com/2006/01/finding-friends.html' title='Finding Friends'/><author><name>Karin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01588875503745906538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/84/215436215_5171807c94.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20656723.post-113856563402837419</id><published>2006-01-29T21:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T21:13:54.050+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that make you feel better</title><content type='html'>We all have things that make us feel better, often very small things, like talking to your friends you haven't seen in a while, listening to music that you love or that makes you feel safe. Small things that help us get through passages of life that are perhaps not the most plesant are often things that remind us of safety and comfort from previous stages of our lives. It can be something that we are reliving from our childhood or when you are far away from home, makes you feel closer to those you love and miss. These little things are so important for our wellbeing, and often something that we do not share with the people we would usually surround us but only belong to a small group of people and a close part of ourselves, but without them we could become so lost.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20656723-113856563402837419?l=shophoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shophoc.blogspot.com/feeds/113856563402837419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20656723&amp;postID=113856563402837419&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656723/posts/default/113856563402837419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656723/posts/default/113856563402837419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shophoc.blogspot.com/2006/01/things-that-make-you-feel-better.html' title='Things that make you feel better'/><author><name>Karin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01588875503745906538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/84/215436215_5171807c94.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20656723.post-113853734497506393</id><published>2006-01-29T13:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T13:22:24.986+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Söndagar</title><content type='html'>Söndagar är trevliga dagar, det är dagen som man kan och ska ta det så lungt som möjligt och inte egentligen behöva utföra något eller behöva komma fram till något, men i dagens hyperaktiva samhälle känns inte ens söndagarna som lediga längre. Vi måste konstant prestera och om vi inte gör tillräckligt bra ifrån oss och mår perfekt och ser perfekta ut får vi panik och mår jätte dåligt, mycket prestations ångest blir det. Kan vi ta det lungt och inte känna oss stressade längre på lediga dagar, eller måste vi konstant prestera något för att känna oss bra?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20656723-113853734497506393?l=shophoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shophoc.blogspot.com/feeds/113853734497506393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20656723&amp;postID=113853734497506393&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656723/posts/default/113853734497506393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656723/posts/default/113853734497506393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shophoc.blogspot.com/2006/01/sndagar.html' title='Söndagar'/><author><name>Karin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01588875503745906538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/84/215436215_5171807c94.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20656723.post-113728121199154996</id><published>2006-01-15T00:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T00:26:53.683+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Sure</title><content type='html'>How about money?&lt;br /&gt;Why are we so addicted to money? My favourite explanation is that money means power and power means controll and most people today look to control almost every aspect of their lives. But still, that may only apply in certain cases. We ordinary people generally constantly desire more money - for everything, not just for control and power but also to buy things, to show that we have it, to save, to calulate etc, still does this make us happier?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spending money usually only creates brief moments of happiness and thus we need to spend more money to re-live this happiness, a pattern which can be compared to that often seen in serial killers, a little morbid but still nontheless true. This obviouly creates the need and desire for more money. Is it easier for us to subsitute real happiness in the form of love and friends and family or doing small things with perhaps easier obtainable fast happiness created in materials and money? Have we become lazy or can we just not see the difference in what happiness we experience anymore due to the increasing materialistic capitalism of the world?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20656723-113728121199154996?l=shophoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shophoc.blogspot.com/feeds/113728121199154996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20656723&amp;postID=113728121199154996&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656723/posts/default/113728121199154996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656723/posts/default/113728121199154996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shophoc.blogspot.com/2006/01/not-sure.html' title='Not Sure'/><author><name>Karin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01588875503745906538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/84/215436215_5171807c94.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20656723.post-113693568577547165</id><published>2006-01-11T00:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T00:28:05.780+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Skor</title><content type='html'>Skor och körning, hmm har pratat med ett par vänner om detta och såvitt jag vet är vi överens. Jag pratade en gång med en kvinna på runt 30 år som sa till mig att hon inte körde med skor på för att det förstörde hälarna på skorna! Detta får mig att fundera på ett par saker. Nummer ett: hur våpig får man vara? Ja jag håller med om skorna kostar 3000kr kanske man är relativt försiktig med dem, men å andrasidan, vem riskerar att inte kunna tvärbromsa för att man inte vill förstöra skorna - faktum är att man har inte samma kraft i fötterna utan skor. Numer två: Javisst kan det vara mycket bevkämare att köra utan skor men vilken någorlunda intelligent människa riskerar hellre ett par skor för ens eget liv eller andras? Skor kan man köpa nya och betalar man höga priser för skor får man helt enkelt ta den smällen om man har den smaken, men att riskera andras liv för fåfänga är rent ut sagt löjligt, finns det inte modemedvedna människor med vett i huvudet undrar jag iblan och vad går först utseende eller vad man har betalat direkt ur plånboken tidigare? Slav för mode eller tankar om andra vilket är viktigast - ganska självklart tycker jag.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20656723-113693568577547165?l=shophoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shophoc.blogspot.com/feeds/113693568577547165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20656723&amp;postID=113693568577547165&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656723/posts/default/113693568577547165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656723/posts/default/113693568577547165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shophoc.blogspot.com/2006/01/skor.html' title='Skor'/><author><name>Karin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01588875503745906538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/84/215436215_5171807c94.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20656723.post-113684154386482630</id><published>2006-01-09T22:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T22:19:03.870+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bosses</title><content type='html'>So what does one do when you feel like your boss really doesn't like you anymore and where do you go when it doesn't work out? I guess one hopes for the best and tries to work her ass off before she can move on and get something better where she actually can learn more and not just shuffle paper - in a job she loves though, and can't consider working with anything else. hmmm though one, just hoping that she can talk to a drunk boss on parties and see what is really going on and after the last injection not continue as we want no more hormones all over the place and things being shot to hell because everything is Hoooorible for no reason, urgh no thanx, best just keep a good face and see how long it lasts until I can figure out how to get a greencard and try my luck in NY. Shopping therapy is probably the best!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20656723-113684154386482630?l=shophoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shophoc.blogspot.com/feeds/113684154386482630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20656723&amp;postID=113684154386482630&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656723/posts/default/113684154386482630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656723/posts/default/113684154386482630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shophoc.blogspot.com/2006/01/bosses.html' title='Bosses'/><author><name>Karin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01588875503745906538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/84/215436215_5171807c94.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20656723.post-113666030524285994</id><published>2006-01-07T19:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T20:01:06.683+01:00</updated><title type='text'>New Shopping</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5677/2078/1600/IM000020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5677/2078/200/IM000020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Latest shopping =) , new bag, wallet and shoes, aren't they gorgeous...&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5677/2078/1600/IM000018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 211px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 151px" height="178" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5677/2078/320/IM000018.jpg" width="238" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5677/2078/1600/IM000021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5677/2078/200/IM000021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5677/2078/1600/IM000019.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20656723-113666030524285994?l=shophoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shophoc.blogspot.com/feeds/113666030524285994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20656723&amp;postID=113666030524285994&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656723/posts/default/113666030524285994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656723/posts/default/113666030524285994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shophoc.blogspot.com/2006/01/new-shopping.html' title='New Shopping'/><author><name>Karin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01588875503745906538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/84/215436215_5171807c94.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20656723.post-113665586738932906</id><published>2006-01-07T18:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T18:44:27.390+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beginning</title><content type='html'>I'll just post this little thing just to make everyone aware of that I was forced by my dear friend Sanna to start blogging as it would be easier to post my photos and stuff here than mailing them, hmmm, ok.  Well we'll see where we go from here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20656723-113665586738932906?l=shophoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shophoc.blogspot.com/feeds/113665586738932906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20656723&amp;postID=113665586738932906&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656723/posts/default/113665586738932906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656723/posts/default/113665586738932906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shophoc.blogspot.com/2006/01/beginning.html' title='The Beginning'/><author><name>Karin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01588875503745906538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/84/215436215_5171807c94.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20656723.post-113664708655684150</id><published>2006-01-07T16:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T16:18:06.556+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Här är Karins lilla blog&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20656723-113664708655684150?l=shophoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shophoc.blogspot.com/feeds/113664708655684150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20656723&amp;postID=113664708655684150&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656723/posts/default/113664708655684150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656723/posts/default/113664708655684150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shophoc.blogspot.com/2006/01/hr-r-karins-lilla-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Karin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01588875503745906538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/84/215436215_5171807c94.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
