<?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-3707043934128106604</id><updated>2011-08-10T14:17:53.300+02:00</updated><title type='text'>the one in the mirror</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoneinthemirror.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3707043934128106604/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoneinthemirror.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>C</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3707043934128106604.post-4343886653830174092</id><published>2010-11-12T16:50:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T16:56:54.212+01:00</updated><title type='text'>To die by your side is such a heavenly way to die.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqSIvMqWBfY/TN1jjL4gp5I/AAAAAAAAAPE/jXt6zSYDPng/s1600/500-days-of-summer-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqSIvMqWBfY/TN1jjL4gp5I/AAAAAAAAAPE/jXt6zSYDPng/s640/500-days-of-summer-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538692572871960466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3707043934128106604-4343886653830174092?l=theoneinthemirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3707043934128106604/posts/default/4343886653830174092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3707043934128106604/posts/default/4343886653830174092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoneinthemirror.blogspot.com/2010/11/to-die-by-your-side-is-such-heavenly.html' title='To die by your side is such a heavenly way to die.'/><author><name>C</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqSIvMqWBfY/TN1jjL4gp5I/AAAAAAAAAPE/jXt6zSYDPng/s72-c/500-days-of-summer-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3707043934128106604.post-6014462031621452780</id><published>2010-10-31T15:22:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T15:35:31.228+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqSIvMqWBfY/TM18BLE2BJI/AAAAAAAAAO0/PYvHH1VziSo/s1600/heaven.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqSIvMqWBfY/TM18BLE2BJI/AAAAAAAAAO0/PYvHH1VziSo/s640/heaven.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534215876703028370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3707043934128106604-6014462031621452780?l=theoneinthemirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3707043934128106604/posts/default/6014462031621452780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3707043934128106604/posts/default/6014462031621452780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoneinthemirror.blogspot.com/2010/10/forlat.html' title=''/><author><name>C</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqSIvMqWBfY/TM18BLE2BJI/AAAAAAAAAO0/PYvHH1VziSo/s72-c/heaven.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3707043934128106604.post-207238494136888304</id><published>2010-10-04T14:27:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T09:19:07.617+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Att duga eller icke duga, det är frågan.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; font-size: small; "&gt;Jag är en människa som tror att vill man något tillräckligt mycket, kan man göra precis vad ma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; font-size: small; "&gt;n vill. The sky's the limit, så länge man verkligen, verkligen vill. Motivation är den absolut största drivkraften för en människa. Motivation förvandlar hopplöshet till hoppfullhet. Och vad vore människan utan hopp?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; font-size: small; "&gt;Under min uppväxt hade jag alltid en stor frihet. Människor i min omgivning ställde aldrig krav. Men utan krav fanns där inte heller några förväntningar. Ingenting förväntades någonsin utav mig. Och just detta har blivit min ständiga kamp; att bevisa att jag kan, för såväl min omgivning som för mig själv. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; font-size: small; "&gt;I synnerhet för mig själv.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;När ska jag försonas med vetskapen om att jag mycket väl kan? Oräkneliga hu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; font-size: small; "&gt;vudhopp, utan eftertanke, in i nya projekt och påstådda drömmar. Viljan att bevisa börjar tar ut sin rätt. Motivationen börjar dala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ibland inser jag att livet och nuet är så mycket bättre än ens drömmar. För livet är ialla fall verkligt.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Men bara ibland.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqSIvMqWBfY/TM52RmlA7xI/AAAAAAAAAO8/A-vv4FRAfNA/s400/20101027-024416.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534491036870569746" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3707043934128106604-207238494136888304?l=theoneinthemirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3707043934128106604/posts/default/207238494136888304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3707043934128106604/posts/default/207238494136888304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoneinthemirror.blogspot.com/2010/10/att-duga-eller-icke-duga-det-ar-fragan.html' title='Att duga eller icke duga, det är frågan.'/><author><name>C</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqSIvMqWBfY/TM52RmlA7xI/AAAAAAAAAO8/A-vv4FRAfNA/s72-c/20101027-024416.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3707043934128106604.post-7343529817318402756</id><published>2010-09-10T20:44:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T21:06:39.592+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Note to self 2.0</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Börja inte jobba på ett företag som utger sig för att värna om sina anställda och värderar hårt arbete, för att sedan inse att verkligheten är betydligt mörkare. Bli sen inte förvånad när samma företag, som förespråkar utveckling och nytänkande, har sina arbetsrutiner ristat i sten. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Oföränderligt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Upptäck för guds skull inte att där finns en fin pojke på grannavdelningen. Och gå aldrig, under några som helst omständigheter, på företagsfesten där det visar sig att han är precis lika rolig som fin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Plötsligt spelar dubbelmoral och falskspel ingen roll. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; font-size: small; "&gt;All you need is love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3707043934128106604-7343529817318402756?l=theoneinthemirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3707043934128106604/posts/default/7343529817318402756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3707043934128106604/posts/default/7343529817318402756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoneinthemirror.blogspot.com/2010/09/note-to-self-20.html' title='Note to self 2.0'/><author><name>C</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3707043934128106604.post-8690763927869187707</id><published>2010-09-05T11:40:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T12:05:03.292+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Note to self</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqSIvMqWBfY/TINrLYrL_GI/AAAAAAAAAOo/4Mo5GHrL8No/s1600/light.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqSIvMqWBfY/TINrLYrL_GI/AAAAAAAAAOo/4Mo5GHrL8No/s640/light.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513368212177943650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3707043934128106604-8690763927869187707?l=theoneinthemirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3707043934128106604/posts/default/8690763927869187707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3707043934128106604/posts/default/8690763927869187707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoneinthemirror.blogspot.com/2010/09/note-to-self.html' title='Note to self'/><author><name>C</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqSIvMqWBfY/TINrLYrL_GI/AAAAAAAAAOo/4Mo5GHrL8No/s72-c/light.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3707043934128106604.post-3037330113883952395</id><published>2010-07-23T19:51:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T20:07:29.894+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been so blind.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;All along, I thought happiness was the stuff of inner peace. Of finding your true self, not finding someone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I was so wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqSIvMqWBfY/TEnWrTZeXrI/AAAAAAAAAOY/SFVavO8uccQ/s1600/happiness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqSIvMqWBfY/TEnWrTZeXrI/AAAAAAAAAOY/SFVavO8uccQ/s640/happiness.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497160859612241586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3707043934128106604-3037330113883952395?l=theoneinthemirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3707043934128106604/posts/default/3037330113883952395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3707043934128106604/posts/default/3037330113883952395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoneinthemirror.blogspot.com/2010/07/ive-been-so-blind.html' title='I&apos;ve been so blind.'/><author><name>C</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqSIvMqWBfY/TEnWrTZeXrI/AAAAAAAAAOY/SFVavO8uccQ/s72-c/happiness.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3707043934128106604.post-1176013649383592150</id><published>2010-07-13T14:46:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T17:09:51.066+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope is tomorrow's veneer over today's disappointment.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Meningslös&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Simple, to the point, and the perfect word to describe myself right now. A big fat fucking failure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Det känns som att min omgivning ständigt blir besviken på mig. Men det tuffaste är ändå besvikelsen jag känner inför mig själv. All diplomati och viljan att vara alla till lags tär på ens rätta jag. Någonstans på vägen glömde jag mig själv. Jag gillar inte personen jag har kommit till att bli. I will bury her deep in the back, like I did my feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse;  line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-size:small;"&gt;I'm done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3707043934128106604-1176013649383592150?l=theoneinthemirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3707043934128106604/posts/default/1176013649383592150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3707043934128106604/posts/default/1176013649383592150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoneinthemirror.blogspot.com/2010/07/hope-is-tomorrows-veneer-over-todays_13.html' title='Hope is tomorrow&apos;s veneer over today&apos;s disappointment.'/><author><name>C</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3707043934128106604.post-6605660206411565340</id><published>2010-05-04T00:54:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T01:01:02.381+02:00</updated><title type='text'>iLife iSee iPhone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqSIvMqWBfY/S99VQYnQkEI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Aav57W6cZKY/s1600/iphone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqSIvMqWBfY/S99VQYnQkEI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Aav57W6cZKY/s1600/iphone.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467182212624453698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3707043934128106604-6605660206411565340?l=theoneinthemirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3707043934128106604/posts/default/6605660206411565340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3707043934128106604/posts/default/6605660206411565340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoneinthemirror.blogspot.com/2010/05/ilife-isee-iphone.html' title='iLife iSee iPhone'/><author><name>C</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqSIvMqWBfY/S99VQYnQkEI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Aav57W6cZKY/s72-c/iphone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3707043934128106604.post-5247401505983599865</id><published>2010-03-24T12:23:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T12:29:07.169+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Desire is desire wherever you go.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;The sun will not bleach it, nor the tide wash it away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4025/4373334721_67b58b61f3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 494px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4025/4373334721_67b58b61f3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lissyl/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Flickr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3707043934128106604-5247401505983599865?l=theoneinthemirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3707043934128106604/posts/default/5247401505983599865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3707043934128106604/posts/default/5247401505983599865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoneinthemirror.blogspot.com/2010/03/desire-is-desire-wherever-you-go-sun.html' title='Desire is desire wherever you go.'/><author><name>C</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4025/4373334721_67b58b61f3_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3707043934128106604.post-8766224127841471712</id><published>2010-03-20T20:47:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T22:52:03.622+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Show a little imagination, Mr. Lefroy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqSIvMqWBfY/S6aTsB-4KgI/AAAAAAAAAM8/p9MmLcvUt_g/s640/IMG_8290.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451206783634254338" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqSIvMqWBfY/S6aTsZnOxFI/AAAAAAAAANE/b58DtedIFIA/s1600-h/IMG_8289.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqSIvMqWBfY/S6aTsZnOxFI/AAAAAAAAANE/b58DtedIFIA/s640/IMG_8289.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451206789977523282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', serif; font-size: small; line-height: 17px; "&gt;Swifts, on a fine morning in May, flying this way, that way, sailing around at a great hight, perfectly happily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqSIvMqWBfY/S6aTsB-4KgI/AAAAAAAAAM8/p9MmLcvUt_g/s1600-h/IMG_8290.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3707043934128106604-8766224127841471712?l=theoneinthemirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3707043934128106604/posts/default/8766224127841471712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3707043934128106604/posts/default/8766224127841471712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoneinthemirror.blogspot.com/2010/03/show-little-imagination-mr-lefroy.html' title='Show a little imagination, Mr. Lefroy.'/><author><name>C</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqSIvMqWBfY/S6aTsB-4KgI/AAAAAAAAAM8/p9MmLcvUt_g/s72-c/IMG_8290.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3707043934128106604.post-8905584795999545542</id><published>2010-03-07T23:04:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T12:03:13.224+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Vad vore livet utan...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqSIvMqWBfY/S5QkNe6TXGI/AAAAAAAAAM0/VDjS2hIRLUQ/s1600-h/butterfly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqSIvMqWBfY/S5QkNe6TXGI/AAAAAAAAAM0/VDjS2hIRLUQ/s640/butterfly.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446017663452273762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Påfågelfjärilar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqSIvMqWBfY/S5QkMwFn7ZI/AAAAAAAAAMs/QO9gqIBIKRU/s1600-h/dog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqSIvMqWBfY/S5QkMwFn7ZI/AAAAAAAAAMs/QO9gqIBIKRU/s640/dog.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446017650883292562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Bästaste vännen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqSIvMqWBfY/S5QkMj2jpII/AAAAAAAAAMk/nHiSWm3F-so/s1600-h/faith.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqSIvMqWBfY/S5QkMj2jpII/AAAAAAAAAMk/nHiSWm3F-so/s640/faith.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446017647598871682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Kyrkogårdar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqSIvMqWBfY/S5Qjct3J9aI/AAAAAAAAAMc/ZeWXvg2bWTM/s1600-h/field.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqSIvMqWBfY/S5Qjct3J9aI/AAAAAAAAAMc/ZeWXvg2bWTM/s640/field.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446016825652016546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Gröna fält en försommardag i Skottland.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqSIvMqWBfY/S5QjcIkD2UI/AAAAAAAAAMU/5Bf7kFLOrf0/s1600-h/IMG_7269.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqSIvMqWBfY/S5QjcIkD2UI/AAAAAAAAAMU/5Bf7kFLOrf0/s640/IMG_7269.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446016815639812418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mitt Skåne.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqSIvMqWBfY/S5QjcFEZqtI/AAAAAAAAAMM/2JAVtPjTUFk/s1600-h/sky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqSIvMqWBfY/S5QjcFEZqtI/AAAAAAAAAMM/2JAVtPjTUFk/s640/sky.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446016814701718226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Blå himmel en vinterdag, precis när man börjat tro att den försvunnit för evigt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqSIvMqWBfY/S5Qjbuf_csI/AAAAAAAAAME/n2rJ5rZ54Pw/s1600-h/snow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqSIvMqWBfY/S5Qjbuf_csI/AAAAAAAAAME/n2rJ5rZ54Pw/s640/snow.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446016808643424962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Gnistrande snö.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqSIvMqWBfY/S5QjbJhVFeI/AAAAAAAAAL8/XiVAY2dwIhQ/s1600-h/yellow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqSIvMqWBfY/S5QjbJhVFeI/AAAAAAAAAL8/XiVAY2dwIhQ/s640/yellow.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446016798716925410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Cyklar. Gula cyklar är finast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3707043934128106604-8905584795999545542?l=theoneinthemirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3707043934128106604/posts/default/8905584795999545542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3707043934128106604/posts/default/8905584795999545542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoneinthemirror.blogspot.com/2010/03/vad-vore-livet-utan.html' title='Vad vore livet utan...'/><author><name>C</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqSIvMqWBfY/S5QkNe6TXGI/AAAAAAAAAM0/VDjS2hIRLUQ/s72-c/butterfly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3707043934128106604.post-8595293192304518021</id><published>2010-03-05T03:04:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T20:43:59.804+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Via Veritas Vita</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Efter att ha lusläst en oerhört inspirerande blogg kände jag mig manad att skriva följande inlägg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Hur tusan vet man egentligen vad man är ämnad att göra? När föds drömmar om att vilja &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;mer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;? Och hur långt är man verkligen villig att gå att för att följa den där drömmen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Under en lång tid stod jag handfallen; Jag har alltid vetat, men med den vetskapen kommer också den bittra verkligheten. Känslan av att vilja, att vilja mer än något annat! Men att ändå inte få. Det tär på tron och tillslut börjar man tvivla på sig själv. En fatal kombination. Inget dödar självförtroende mer än Tvivel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Och det är just där jag hamnade, som så många andra. Jag klandrar ingen för att man stannar upp här, nöjer sig och accepterar det faktum att Ödet har en annan plan. Detta var dock aldrig ett alternativ för mig, eftersom jag visste att jag aldrig skulle nöja mig. Möjligheten att kunna påverka och bestämma över sitt eget liv får Ödet att ta ett &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', serif; "&gt;steg tillbaka. Visar Ödet inte vägen får man helt enkelt hitta den själv, eller skapa den.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Och här finner jag mig själv nu. Mitt i allt. Eller precis i början. Men möjligen också i slutet. Just precis, &lt;i&gt;Tvivel&lt;/i&gt;. Tvivel genomsyrar mig. Tvivel sänker sig som en dimridå över Tro och Hopp. Tro och Hopp kan på sina sämre dagar därför ta ett avvaktande steg tillbaka och låta Tvivel härska. Tvivel är en diktator och styr kallt med järnhand. Som tur är står Tro och Hopp sällan i skuggan av Tvivel alltför länge. Godhet segrar till slut helt enkelt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Evigt maktspel. Herregud, jag låter inte Schizofren alls. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Jag finner glädje och lycka i att se andra glädjas. Jag vill kunna bidra till att någons liv har förbättrats. Jag vill leva med vetskapen om att varje dag är en ny utmaning och nya möjligheter. Men framförallt vill jag ge något tillbaka till andra, ett sätt att återbetala alla de gånger andra har gjort något för mig. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Insatserna i detta riskfyllda spel är höga, vilket givetvis betyder att förlusterna är likaså. Förluster betalas med en valuta som kallas Självförtroende. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Men satsar man allt har man också allt att vinna. Inget Tvivel om den saken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3707043934128106604-8595293192304518021?l=theoneinthemirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3707043934128106604/posts/default/8595293192304518021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3707043934128106604/posts/default/8595293192304518021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoneinthemirror.blogspot.com/2010/03/via-veritas-vita.html' title='Via Veritas Vita'/><author><name>C</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3707043934128106604.post-6524878702040094060</id><published>2010-03-05T01:03:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T12:19:50.341+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatever the mind can conceive and believe, the mind can achieve.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Our study group.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqSIvMqWBfY/S5BL6bSI-KI/AAAAAAAAAL0/nxCt9-oaFBU/s1600-h/epm_000220.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqSIvMqWBfY/S5BL6bSI-KI/AAAAAAAAAL0/nxCt9-oaFBU/s640/epm_000220.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444935416619268258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqSIvMqWBfY/S5BL6O4unKI/AAAAAAAAALs/c4QHTvbKWZU/s640/epm_000217.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqSIvMqWBfY/S5BL6O4unKI/AAAAAAAAALs/c4QHTvbKWZU/s640/epm_000217.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444935413291457698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqSIvMqWBfY/S5BLbLSW69I/AAAAAAAAALU/A65omFrG314/s640/epm_000209.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqSIvMqWBfY/S5BLbLSW69I/AAAAAAAAALU/A65omFrG314/s640/epm_000209.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444934879749270482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqSIvMqWBfY/S5BL5txNFDI/AAAAAAAAALk/I7iYziTSm3o/s640/epm_000215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqSIvMqWBfY/S5BL5txNFDI/AAAAAAAAALk/I7iYziTSm3o/s640/epm_000215.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444935404401529906" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;En mystisk man, som vägrade visa sitt ansikte, strök omkring i grupprummet. Mycket märkligt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqSIvMqWBfY/S5BL5QXzV4I/AAAAAAAAALc/_kvX5iypreg/s640/epm_000213.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444935396510357378" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3707043934128106604-6524878702040094060?l=theoneinthemirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3707043934128106604/posts/default/6524878702040094060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3707043934128106604/posts/default/6524878702040094060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoneinthemirror.blogspot.com/2010/03/whatever-mind-can-conceive-and-believe.html' title='Whatever the mind can conceive and believe, the mind can achieve.'/><author><name>C</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqSIvMqWBfY/S5BL6bSI-KI/AAAAAAAAAL0/nxCt9-oaFBU/s72-c/epm_000220.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3707043934128106604.post-4549491985146732359</id><published>2010-03-04T22:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T12:15:02.969+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Samsung crashed due to iPhone kicking it's sorry ass.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Galet hur barnsligt förtjust man kan bli över nya leksaker egentligen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3707043934128106604-4549491985146732359?l=theoneinthemirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3707043934128106604/posts/default/4549491985146732359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3707043934128106604/posts/default/4549491985146732359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoneinthemirror.blogspot.com/2010/03/samsung-crashed-due-to-iphone-kicking.html' title='Samsung crashed due to iPhone kicking it&apos;s sorry ass.'/><author><name>C</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3707043934128106604.post-2895780444380156918</id><published>2010-02-28T22:27:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T22:55:45.956+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I choose love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqSIvMqWBfY/S4rmI8ajIeI/AAAAAAAAALM/TzSbLLZ6EwI/s1600-h/chooselove.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqSIvMqWBfY/S4rmI8ajIeI/AAAAAAAAALM/TzSbLLZ6EwI/s640/chooselove.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443416140961489378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3707043934128106604-2895780444380156918?l=theoneinthemirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3707043934128106604/posts/default/2895780444380156918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3707043934128106604/posts/default/2895780444380156918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoneinthemirror.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-choose-love.html' title='I choose love.'/><author><name>C</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqSIvMqWBfY/S4rmI8ajIeI/AAAAAAAAALM/TzSbLLZ6EwI/s72-c/chooselove.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3707043934128106604.post-4293165326180631185</id><published>2010-01-28T20:25:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T20:44:13.142+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Talk is cheap.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Vissa personer har en tendens att frambringa mina absolut sämsta personlighetsdrag. Som tunghäfta. Eller ja, personlighetsdrag är inte riktigt rätt ordval. Snarare egenskap. Det är liksom som att de vibrerar på en nivå jag inte kan interagera tillsammans med. Det känns som att personkemin och förståelsen för varandra är obefintlig. Eller så är det just det vi gör. Förstår varandra alltså. Hmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Utanför mitt fönster just nu:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqSIvMqWBfY/S2HoyGenFBI/AAAAAAAAAKE/RtxE7Mdb72I/s640/sno.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431878573015634962" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3707043934128106604-4293165326180631185?l=theoneinthemirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3707043934128106604/posts/default/4293165326180631185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3707043934128106604/posts/default/4293165326180631185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoneinthemirror.blogspot.com/2010/01/talk-is-cheap.html' title='Talk is cheap.'/><author><name>C</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqSIvMqWBfY/S2HoyGenFBI/AAAAAAAAAKE/RtxE7Mdb72I/s72-c/sno.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3707043934128106604.post-2954391515608652753</id><published>2010-01-18T11:26:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T11:43:59.311+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The heart of life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqSIvMqWBfY/S1Q7VB6wYTI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/VYGso2aZ69g/s1600-h/kollageb.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqSIvMqWBfY/S1Q7VB6wYTI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/VYGso2aZ69g/s640/kollageb.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428028683366457650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3707043934128106604-2954391515608652753?l=theoneinthemirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3707043934128106604/posts/default/2954391515608652753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3707043934128106604/posts/default/2954391515608652753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoneinthemirror.blogspot.com/2010/01/heart-of-life.html' title='The heart of life.'/><author><name>C</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqSIvMqWBfY/S1Q7VB6wYTI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/VYGso2aZ69g/s72-c/kollageb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3707043934128106604.post-7202980596870350477</id><published>2010-01-16T23:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T23:42:38.549+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqSIvMqWBfY/S1JApUtMYtI/AAAAAAAAAJs/FXFw2wvE2bs/s1600-h/chet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqSIvMqWBfY/S1JApUtMYtI/AAAAAAAAAJs/FXFw2wvE2bs/s640/chet.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427471579611947730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3707043934128106604-7202980596870350477?l=theoneinthemirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3707043934128106604/posts/default/7202980596870350477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3707043934128106604/posts/default/7202980596870350477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoneinthemirror.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>C</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqSIvMqWBfY/S1JApUtMYtI/AAAAAAAAAJs/FXFw2wvE2bs/s72-c/chet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3707043934128106604.post-4931687162682764863</id><published>2010-01-14T18:38:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T19:00:51.536+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in a Stockholm state of mind.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Jag hade mina föreställningar och förhoppningar. Men aldrig, aldrig trodde jag att det skulle vara så fantastiskt. Åh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqSIvMqWBfY/S09W12sKCgI/AAAAAAAAAJI/QcSpr6yZZ8c/s1600-h/view.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqSIvMqWBfY/S09W12sKCgI/AAAAAAAAAJI/QcSpr6yZZ8c/s640/view.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426651559218514434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Taget ifrån Observatorielunden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3707043934128106604-4931687162682764863?l=theoneinthemirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3707043934128106604/posts/default/4931687162682764863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3707043934128106604/posts/default/4931687162682764863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoneinthemirror.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-in-stockholm-state-of-mind.html' title='I&apos;m in a Stockholm state of mind.'/><author><name>C</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqSIvMqWBfY/S09W12sKCgI/AAAAAAAAAJI/QcSpr6yZZ8c/s72-c/view.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3707043934128106604.post-4765767377997771360</id><published>2010-01-05T10:48:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T10:50:54.659+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I believe in God, only I spell it nature.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Vem är Gud? Och framför allt, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;vad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; är Gud? Hur identifieras Gud?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Det är just det som är tjusningen; Gud kan vara och är något alldeles individuellt. Det personliga förhållandet med Gud är fritt att skräddarsy efter eget tycke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;För mig är Gud endast en benämning av något abstrakt, just för att kunna identifiera det gudomliga. Han är himmeln, havet och gräset. Vintern, våren, sommaren och hösten. Han är ljuset från gnistrande stjärnor och doften av milt sommarregn. Men framför allt; Han är tro och hopp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;När vi står maktlösa inför ett vägskäl utan möjlighet att själva påverka, förändra eller förbättra, vänder även ateisten sig till Gud. Så är oftast vår relation till Honom; Han ställer inga krav utan finns där när man så önskar. Och försvinner lika snabbt för att sedan komma tillbaka. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3707043934128106604-4765767377997771360?l=theoneinthemirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3707043934128106604/posts/default/4765767377997771360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3707043934128106604/posts/default/4765767377997771360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoneinthemirror.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-believe-in-god-only-i-spell-it-nature.html' title='I believe in God, only I spell it nature.'/><author><name>C</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3707043934128106604.post-764801444995478903</id><published>2010-01-01T13:52:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T14:08:50.086+01:00</updated><title type='text'>It's always been inside of me and now it's within my reach.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ny dag. Nytt år. Nytt decennium. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ny start. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;När det nya året traditionellt smälldes in infann sig en, för mig, fullkomligt främmande känsla.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I år kan allt hända. I år är &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;mitt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; år. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Endless possibilities. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Extas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Just det. Idag kan jag med handen på hjärtat säga; 1 år äldre och definitivt visare!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3707043934128106604-764801444995478903?l=theoneinthemirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3707043934128106604/posts/default/764801444995478903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3707043934128106604/posts/default/764801444995478903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoneinthemirror.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-always-been-inside-of-me-and-now.html' title='It&apos;s always been inside of me and now it&apos;s within my reach.'/><author><name>C</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3707043934128106604.post-644112278833336273</id><published>2009-12-28T12:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T10:50:39.158+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Let there be light.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqSIvMqWBfY/SznP0FMTpPI/AAAAAAAAAJA/H2sZ1oAx4fA/s1600-h/light.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqSIvMqWBfY/SznP0FMTpPI/AAAAAAAAAJA/H2sZ1oAx4fA/s640/light.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420592120171046130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqSIvMqWBfY/SznPvmWBvgI/AAAAAAAAAI4/AN7qbtVVsS8/s1600-h/nature.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqSIvMqWBfY/SznPvmWBvgI/AAAAAAAAAI4/AN7qbtVVsS8/s640/nature.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420592043170840066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3707043934128106604-644112278833336273?l=theoneinthemirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3707043934128106604/posts/default/644112278833336273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3707043934128106604/posts/default/644112278833336273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoneinthemirror.blogspot.com/2009/12/let-there-be-light.html' title='Let there be light.'/><author><name>C</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqSIvMqWBfY/SznP0FMTpPI/AAAAAAAAAJA/H2sZ1oAx4fA/s72-c/light.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3707043934128106604.post-316423269839461475</id><published>2009-12-26T11:49:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T12:04:48.283+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Now that I have caught sight of glory, I know enough to believe.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Jag har upplevt sann skönhet. Den sorten som tar andan ur en. När tiden stannar, allting faller på plats. Plötsligt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; man. Allting bara stämmer. Man blir ett med naturen för ett kort ögonblick, men det räcker. För under det ögonblicket blir allting kristallklart. Inget annat existerar än vägen, sanningen och livet. När dessa sällsynta, magiska ögonblick väl inträffar kan man inte annat än tro. Och hoppas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Oförglömligt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3707043934128106604-316423269839461475?l=theoneinthemirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3707043934128106604/posts/default/316423269839461475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3707043934128106604/posts/default/316423269839461475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoneinthemirror.blogspot.com/2009/12/now-that-i-have-caught-sight-of-glory-i.html' title='Now that I have caught sight of glory, I know enough to believe.'/><author><name>C</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3707043934128106604.post-4949156847762963895</id><published>2009-12-24T11:25:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T12:05:42.450+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Santa,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'times new roman', serif;font-size:small;"&gt;I wish for butterflies in my belly and legs turned into jelly. I wish for forzen hearts to melt. I wish that every child will be happy, if only for one day. I wish that no one feels lonely. I wish I could share my hope to he who feels hopeless. I wish for those who feel lost to be found.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I have been very good this year Santa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3707043934128106604-4949156847762963895?l=theoneinthemirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3707043934128106604/posts/default/4949156847762963895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3707043934128106604/posts/default/4949156847762963895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoneinthemirror.blogspot.com/2009/12/dear-santa.html' title='Dear Santa,'/><author><name>C</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3707043934128106604.post-7109577700392556652</id><published>2009-12-22T00:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T01:49:05.438+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Jag vill nått mer än leva småstadsliv.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Plötsligt slog det mig; Det finns ingen annanstans i världen jag skulle vilja vara just nu, än precis &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;här&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;. Livet är fint. Jag är lycklig, mycket lycklig. Något jag alltför sällan är i vardagen. Det här med att leva i nuet och inte längta bort sitt liv är numera min livsfilosofi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Utanför mitt fönster dansar stjärnhimeln över gnistrande snö. Det är verkligen förtrollande. Magiskt. Ibland önskar jag att sommaren låg mig närmare hjärtat men när man skådar kvällar som just ikväll, kan man inte annat än hänföras av vinterns magi. Nog har jag en barnasjäl, men juletid kommer alltid vara det allra vackraste för mig. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3707043934128106604-7109577700392556652?l=theoneinthemirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3707043934128106604/posts/default/7109577700392556652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3707043934128106604/posts/default/7109577700392556652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoneinthemirror.blogspot.com/2009/12/jag-vill-nagot-mer-leva-smastadsliv.html' title='Jag vill nått mer än leva småstadsliv.'/><author><name>C</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3707043934128106604.post-3028075084298234703</id><published>2009-12-17T11:19:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T01:28:53.471+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm leavin on a jet plane. Don't know when I'll be back again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Väskan är pakad, pengar är växlade och passet finns i tryggt förvar. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Mot landet jag önskar att jag kunde besöka oftare. Jag saknar alla fantastiska människor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Särskilt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;en&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3707043934128106604-3028075084298234703?l=theoneinthemirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3707043934128106604/posts/default/3028075084298234703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3707043934128106604/posts/default/3028075084298234703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoneinthemirror.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-leavin-on-jet-plane-dont-know-when.html' title='I&apos;m leavin on a jet plane. Don&apos;t know when I&apos;ll be back again.'/><author><name>C</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3707043934128106604.post-5707757807751522945</id><published>2009-12-16T23:14:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T10:51:26.453+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I wonder how much it would take to buy a soap bubble, if there were only one in the world.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqSIvMqWBfY/SyldJBBTN9I/AAAAAAAAAHA/NrWL1jc80EE/s1600-h/01_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqSIvMqWBfY/SyldJBBTN9I/AAAAAAAAAHA/NrWL1jc80EE/s640/01_02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415962436363827154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3707043934128106604-5707757807751522945?l=theoneinthemirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3707043934128106604/posts/default/5707757807751522945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3707043934128106604/posts/default/5707757807751522945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoneinthemirror.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-wonder-how-much-it-would-take-to-buy.html' title='I wonder how much it would take to buy a soap bubble, if there were only one in the world.'/><author><name>C</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqSIvMqWBfY/SyldJBBTN9I/AAAAAAAAAHA/NrWL1jc80EE/s72-c/01_02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3707043934128106604.post-3043869090321742195</id><published>2009-12-14T18:36:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T13:12:24.534+01:00</updated><title type='text'>GeekAByte</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Min nätta lilla 80 gigare klonas och ska därefter bytas ut mot en betydligt kraftfullare disk. As we speak. Har även lagt vantarna (Bokstavligen! Praise the Lord, vintern och minusgraderna är här!) på Sno Leopard som ska få ersätta Tiger, som numera närmast kan likna en fossil från stenåldern. Vi snackar extrem jävla helrenovering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaah, älskar att få utlopp för mina töntfetisher. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3707043934128106604-3043869090321742195?l=theoneinthemirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3707043934128106604/posts/default/3043869090321742195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3707043934128106604/posts/default/3043869090321742195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoneinthemirror.blogspot.com/2009/12/geekabyte.html' title='GeekAByte'/><author><name>C</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3707043934128106604.post-388103860547738078</id><published>2009-12-12T17:44:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T17:43:35.068+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Stinas passion in life is magic leaves.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s11.photobucket.com/albums/a151/CharlotteSu/?action=view&amp;amp;current=crazy.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a151/CharlotteSu/crazy.gif" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3707043934128106604-388103860547738078?l=theoneinthemirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3707043934128106604/posts/default/388103860547738078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3707043934128106604/posts/default/388103860547738078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoneinthemirror.blogspot.com/2009/12/stinas-passion-in-life-is-magic-leaves.html' title='Stinas passion in life is magic leaves.'/><author><name>C</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3707043934128106604.post-7417333811255663978</id><published>2009-12-12T11:18:00.011+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T14:22:53.579+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I had a destiny since the day I was born.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Idag är en sådan dag då man älskar livet oändligt mycket och alla människor i det. Jag älskar personer som ger en bit av sig själva för andras livslycka. Jag älskar livet för att just jag har privilegiet att ha dessa personer nära. Mycket nära.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqSIvMqWBfY/SyN1R0cVFcI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/gWJy9YQHJJI/s1600-h/quote.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="visibility: visible;" id="main"&gt;&lt;span style="visibility: visible;" id="search"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Go confidently in the direction of your dreams&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Live the life  you&lt;/em&gt;'&lt;em&gt;ve imagined&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Klyschigare citat får man leta efter. Det innehåller en massa ord jag älskar att hata. Men idag älskar jag att älska. Dessutom harmonierar den löjligt bra med min sinnesstämning just nu. Jag gillar't liksom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="visibility: visible;font-family:times new roman;" id="main" &gt;&lt;span style="visibility: visible;" id="search"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="visibility: visible;font-family:times new roman;" id="main" &gt;&lt;span style="visibility: visible;" id="search"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="visibility: visible;font-family:times new roman;" id="main" &gt;&lt;span style="visibility: visible;" id="search"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3707043934128106604-7417333811255663978?l=theoneinthemirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3707043934128106604/posts/default/7417333811255663978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3707043934128106604/posts/default/7417333811255663978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoneinthemirror.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-had-destiny-since-day-i-was-born.html' title='I had a destiny since the day I was born.'/><author><name>C</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3707043934128106604.post-2044925644041456236</id><published>2009-12-11T01:42:00.011+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T22:49:06.527+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Delirium</title><content type='html'>&lt;div face="times new roman" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Kvällen har gått i nostalgins tecken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Käraste M bjuder ofta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(tack och lov!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; på festmåltider. De få gånger då mitt kök vanhelgats har jag enbart lyckats åstadkomma röra. Mina kulinariska färdigheter lyser nämligen med sin frånvaro. Konsten att omsätta recept i praktisk handling är en hel vetenskap, en omöjlig sådan. Något som M dessvärre har fått erfara både en och två gånger. Det ända jag hittills oklanderligt kunnat bemästra är havets läckerheter. Ja, alltså; konservöppnare, fiskbullar, micro. You do the math. Denna patetiska ursäkt för mat skulle jag dock aldrig utsätta M för. Lite värdighet för tusan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Som grädde på moset hölls en filmvisning i sann Blu Ray-anda - Skönheten och Odjuret på klassisk VHS, cirka 1991. Samma välbekanta och magiska känslor som jag kände för 10 år sedan, återupplevdes. Hoppas aldrig de försvinner. Hoppas aldrig jag blir tvungen att växa upp och faktiskt börja ta livet på allvar. Drömvärlden är och förblir min verklighet. Naiv? Not likely. Psykotisk? Most likely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Times New Roman', Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3707043934128106604-2044925644041456236?l=theoneinthemirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3707043934128106604/posts/default/2044925644041456236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3707043934128106604/posts/default/2044925644041456236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoneinthemirror.blogspot.com/2009/12/delirium.html' title='Delirium'/><author><name>C</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3707043934128106604.post-2633950071383604051</id><published>2009-12-08T07:19:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T13:07:49.509+01:00</updated><title type='text'>But I'm only human.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;En natt hade en man en dröm. Han drömde att han gick längs en strand tillsammans med Gud. På himlen trädde plötsligt händelser från hans liv fram. Han märkte att vid varje period i livet fanns spår i sanden av två par fötter: det ena spåret var hans, det andra var Guds.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;När den sista delen av hans liv framträdde såg han tillbaka på fotspåren i sanden. Då såg han att många gånger under sin levnadsvandring fanns det bara ett par fotspår. Han märkte också att detta inträffade under hans mest ensamma och svåra perioder av sitt liv.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Detta bekymrade honom verkligen och han frågade Gud om detta. "Herre, Du sa den gången jag bestämde mig för att följa Dig att Du aldrig skulle överge mig utan gå vid min sida hela vägen. Men jag har märkt att under de allra svåraste tiderna i mitt liv har det funnits bara ett par fotspår. Jag kan inte förstå att Du lämnade mig när jag behövde Dig mest." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Herren svarade: "Mitt kära barn, jag älskar dig och skulle aldrig lämna dig under tider av prövningar och lidande. När du såg bara ett par fotspår - då bar jag dig." &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/3707043934128106604-2633950071383604051?l=theoneinthemirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3707043934128106604/posts/default/2633950071383604051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3707043934128106604/posts/default/2633950071383604051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoneinthemirror.blogspot.com/2009/12/but-im-only-human.html' title='But I&apos;m only human.'/><author><name>C</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3707043934128106604.post-1146374527271333071</id><published>2009-12-06T09:56:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T13:07:35.924+01:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the itty bitty things that makes life oh so magical.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Jag är mitt lyckligaste! Pepparkaksfil! Nej, lycklig är en kraftig underdrift. Euforisk! Sweet lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Pepparkaksfil måtte vara Hans magiska bot mot julbitterhet. Eller i alla fall uppåttjack för oss frukostslentrianer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3707043934128106604-1146374527271333071?l=theoneinthemirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3707043934128106604/posts/default/1146374527271333071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3707043934128106604/posts/default/1146374527271333071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoneinthemirror.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-itty-bitty-things-that-makes-life.html' title='It&apos;s the itty bitty things that makes life oh so magical.'/><author><name>C</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3707043934128106604.post-5586180418422396105</id><published>2009-12-04T13:14:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T13:07:20.760+01:00</updated><title type='text'>It's what you do that defines you, but it's your taste in music that tells the story of the person you want to be.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Jag vill känna dig. Jag vill veta vem du är och hur du har formats. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Dina dalar och toppar. Men mest av allt vill jag veta vilken låt du lyssnar på just nu och hur den förtrollar dina sinnen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Hans blick säger att även han vill känna mig.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Ögonen vittnar om hans saga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Sagan är endast hans att berätta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3707043934128106604-5586180418422396105?l=theoneinthemirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3707043934128106604/posts/default/5586180418422396105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3707043934128106604/posts/default/5586180418422396105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoneinthemirror.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-what-you-do-that-defines-you-but.html' title='It&apos;s what you do that defines you, but it&apos;s your taste in music that tells the story of the person you want to be.'/><author><name>C</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3707043934128106604.post-850562662803975784</id><published>2009-12-03T17:38:00.010+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T13:02:54.245+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A new personality to match my new haircolor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;Vem är jag? Livrädd för förändringar! Rutiner, traditioner och vanor är tryggt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;Men ack så ostimulerande.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tydligen skrattar jag faran rakt i ansiktet; &lt;/span&gt;Min förr så välplacerade soffa står numera på betydligt mer otippade koordinater och Abba-fiskbullarna har ersatts av någon budgetvariant från Netto. Dessutom har blondin blivit brunett. Och det som är mest skrämmande, I kinda like it! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ha ha ha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3707043934128106604-850562662803975784?l=theoneinthemirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3707043934128106604/posts/default/850562662803975784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3707043934128106604/posts/default/850562662803975784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoneinthemirror.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-haircolor-to-match-my-new.html' title='A new personality to match my new haircolor'/><author><name>C</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3707043934128106604.post-4853812448194483883</id><published>2009-12-02T22:48:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T13:06:48.319+01:00</updated><title type='text'>There is all this greatness around me but it stops at my skin.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqSIvMqWBfY/SytwHs3Y1WI/AAAAAAAAAHo/nDlJT4ZeRfA/s1600-h/natalia_vodianova.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqSIvMqWBfY/SytwHs3Y1WI/AAAAAAAAAHo/nDlJT4ZeRfA/s640/natalia_vodianova.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416546254448022882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqSIvMqWBfY/SxbiEHFJluI/AAAAAAAAAFI/GNJYtrVOK9Y/s1600-h/natalia_vodianova.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3707043934128106604-4853812448194483883?l=theoneinthemirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3707043934128106604/posts/default/4853812448194483883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3707043934128106604/posts/default/4853812448194483883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoneinthemirror.blogspot.com/2009/12/there-is-all-this-greatness-around-me.html' title='There is all this greatness around me but it stops at my skin.'/><author><name>C</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqSIvMqWBfY/SytwHs3Y1WI/AAAAAAAAAHo/nDlJT4ZeRfA/s72-c/natalia_vodianova.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3707043934128106604.post-4127738840819379169</id><published>2009-12-01T12:23:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T13:02:04.807+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The elusive shadow was my soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;She always seems so happy in a crowd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Whose eyes can be so private and so proud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;No one's allowed to see them when they cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;She may not be what she may seem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Inside her shell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3707043934128106604-4127738840819379169?l=theoneinthemirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3707043934128106604/posts/default/4127738840819379169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3707043934128106604/posts/default/4127738840819379169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoneinthemirror.blogspot.com/2009/12/elusive-shadow-was-my-soul.html' title='The elusive shadow was my soul'/><author><name>C</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3707043934128106604.post-1534482457968827308</id><published>2009-12-01T12:07:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T13:07:07.820+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sa jag att Mathilda är fin? Oerhört fin.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqSIvMqWBfY/Sytv1TcZt2I/AAAAAAAAAHg/OjOuqFJC1og/s1600-h/IMG_7280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqSIvMqWBfY/Sytv1TcZt2I/AAAAAAAAAHg/OjOuqFJC1og/s640/IMG_7280.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416545938386302818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqSIvMqWBfY/SxT5C-x57gI/AAAAAAAAAFA/09To9tEu-XM/s1600/IMG_7280.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3707043934128106604-1534482457968827308?l=theoneinthemirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3707043934128106604/posts/default/1534482457968827308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3707043934128106604/posts/default/1534482457968827308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoneinthemirror.blogspot.com/2009/12/sa-jag-att-jag-att-mathilda-ar-fin.html' title='Sa jag att Mathilda är fin? Oerhört fin.'/><author><name>C</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqSIvMqWBfY/Sytv1TcZt2I/AAAAAAAAAHg/OjOuqFJC1og/s72-c/IMG_7280.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3707043934128106604.post-4306772045132139639</id><published>2009-11-29T11:49:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T12:58:43.674+01:00</updated><title type='text'>To know who you are, you are much more than you ever imagined.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Om du bara visste hur tacksam jag är över att ha dig i mitt liv. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stort grattis finaste M och J till era framgångar, ni är värda allt gott!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqSIvMqWBfY/SxMEgfRJLBI/AAAAAAAAAE4/wre7ucHEZPA/s1600/IMG_7101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqSIvMqWBfY/SxMEgfRJLBI/AAAAAAAAAE4/wre7ucHEZPA/s640/IMG_7101.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409672533597826066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3707043934128106604-4306772045132139639?l=theoneinthemirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3707043934128106604/posts/default/4306772045132139639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3707043934128106604/posts/default/4306772045132139639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoneinthemirror.blogspot.com/2009/11/you.html' title='To know who you are, you are much more than you ever imagined.'/><author><name>C</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqSIvMqWBfY/SxMEgfRJLBI/AAAAAAAAAE4/wre7ucHEZPA/s72-c/IMG_7101.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3707043934128106604.post-2741409388155017885</id><published>2009-11-27T23:31:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T10:58:33.301+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Like the loss of sunlight</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vissa människor skakar ens inre grund varefter du aldrig förblir densamma igen.&lt;br /&gt;Han hade det vackraste utav inre. Så försynt och ödmjuk. Så djup och intelligent. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Så missförstådd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqSIvMqWBfY/SxMD3s7DG-I/AAAAAAAAAEw/1-AJTRYCkMI/s1600/m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: center;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqSIvMqWBfY/SxMD3s7DG-I/AAAAAAAAAEw/1-AJTRYCkMI/s640/m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409671832888613858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3707043934128106604-2741409388155017885?l=theoneinthemirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3707043934128106604/posts/default/2741409388155017885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3707043934128106604/posts/default/2741409388155017885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoneinthemirror.blogspot.com/2009/11/like-loss-of-sunlight.html' title='Like the loss of sunlight'/><author><name>C</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqSIvMqWBfY/SxMD3s7DG-I/AAAAAAAAAEw/1-AJTRYCkMI/s72-c/m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3707043934128106604.post-1194455889279831671</id><published>2009-11-25T10:17:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T17:44:33.789+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Escapism</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I want to change the world, so I get up every morning and look in the mirror. That one in the mirror has her doubts sometimes. So I am tender with her. Every morning I touch the mirror and whisper; Oh, friend, I hear a dance. Will you be my partner? Come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3707043934128106604-1194455889279831671?l=theoneinthemirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3707043934128106604/posts/default/1194455889279831671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3707043934128106604/posts/default/1194455889279831671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoneinthemirror.blogspot.com/2009/11/consciousness-expresses-itself-through.html' title='Escapism'/><author><name>C</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
