<?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-21405913</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:14:48.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The world of Plysj</title><subtitle type='html'>Plysj is me - I`m Plysj! 
You might now, cause I don`t always.. There`s alot to be said, but sometimes it`s just easier no to!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plysj.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21405913/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plysj.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Plysj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427429987328314648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://blink.dagbladet.no/user/files/p/pl/plysjb1/ingridblomst.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21405913-115806556733920396?l=plysj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plysj.blogspot.com/feeds/115806556733920396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21405913&amp;postID=115806556733920396' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21405913/posts/default/115806556733920396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21405913/posts/default/115806556733920396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plysj.blogspot.com/2006/09/dream-dream-dream.html' title='Dream, dream, dream...'/><author><name>Plysj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427429987328314648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://blink.dagbladet.no/user/files/p/pl/plysjb1/ingridblomst.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21405913.post-115671021269496693</id><published>2006-08-27T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T13:23:32.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to go home</title><content type='html'>It was great wisiting,&lt;br /&gt;but know I`m longing home..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time in a long time,&lt;br /&gt;there`s a home!&lt;br /&gt;A place I belong, that feels like home..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A place to come home to,&lt;br /&gt;where some one waits for me&lt;br /&gt;where someone  missed me&lt;br /&gt;where someone keeps the door open&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It`s a place to feel safe&lt;br /&gt;a place I belong!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21405913-115671021269496693?l=plysj.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://blink.dagbladet.no/user/files/p/pl/plysjb1/ingridblomst.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21405913.post-115670922130367671</id><published>2006-08-27T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T13:07:01.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I`m found..</title><content type='html'>So, you found me..&lt;br /&gt;Snooking around are you?&lt;br /&gt;Should have known that someone would find it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far only invited people had the adress,&lt;br /&gt;but I guess you`re one of them any way..&lt;br /&gt;You can read,&lt;br /&gt;it`s okay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maby you see another side,&lt;br /&gt;maby you can read things I would never tell..&lt;br /&gt;Just don`t tell the rest..&lt;br /&gt;Keep it our secret..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21405913-115670922130367671?l=plysj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plysj.blogspot.com/feeds/115670922130367671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21405913&amp;postID=115670922130367671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21405913/posts/default/115670922130367671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21405913/posts/default/115670922130367671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plysj.blogspot.com/2006/08/im-found.html' title='I`m found..'/><author><name>Plysj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427429987328314648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://blink.dagbladet.no/user/files/p/pl/plysjb1/ingridblomst.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21405913.post-115625990989783222</id><published>2006-08-22T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T08:18:47.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>Live your own life,&lt;br /&gt;cause you`re gonna die your own death..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21405913-115625990989783222?l=plysj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plysj.blogspot.com/feeds/115625990989783222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21405913&amp;postID=115625990989783222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21405913/posts/default/115625990989783222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21405913/posts/default/115625990989783222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plysj.blogspot.com/2006/08/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>Plysj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427429987328314648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://blink.dagbladet.no/user/files/p/pl/plysjb1/ingridblomst.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21405913.post-115625987089269465</id><published>2006-08-22T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T08:17:50.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The start of something great</title><content type='html'>Sometimes life is just great&lt;br /&gt;all the big things seems to fit&lt;br /&gt;there`s still those litle tings that might anoy,&lt;br /&gt;but they really don`t mather&lt;br /&gt;He wan`s things his way, like it`s always been&lt;br /&gt;I do it my way..&lt;br /&gt;He likes to tell how it should be done,&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when he does&lt;br /&gt;But those things doesn`t mather,&lt;br /&gt;and they probably always gonna be there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the big picture it`s great&lt;br /&gt;it works&lt;br /&gt;and I`m happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is the start of something great&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21405913-115625987089269465?l=plysj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plysj.blogspot.com/feeds/115625987089269465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21405913&amp;postID=115625987089269465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21405913-115555693185984911?l=plysj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plysj.blogspot.com/feeds/115555693185984911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21405913&amp;postID=115555693185984911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21405913/posts/default/115555693185984911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21405913/posts/default/115555693185984911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plysj.blogspot.com/2006/08/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Plysj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427429987328314648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://blink.dagbladet.no/user/files/p/pl/plysjb1/ingridblomst.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21405913.post-115555492369430158</id><published>2006-08-14T04:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T04:28:43.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back on top</title><content type='html'>So, after a good cry it`s all better&lt;br /&gt;It`s okay now..&lt;br /&gt;Think that`s all I needed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I`m once again ready for the world!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, for supporting me, for understanding me, beliving in me and for being there for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don`t worrie, we`ll make it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21405913-115555492369430158?l=plysj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plysj.blogspot.com/feeds/115555492369430158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21405913&amp;postID=115555492369430158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21405913/posts/default/115555492369430158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21405913/posts/default/115555492369430158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plysj.blogspot.com/2006/08/back-on-top.html' title='Back on top'/><author><name>Plysj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427429987328314648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://blink.dagbladet.no/user/files/p/pl/plysjb1/ingridblomst.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21405913.post-115528988530775516</id><published>2006-08-11T02:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T02:51:25.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Isolated, but don`t worrie mate!</title><content type='html'>I guess I just feel isolated..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I`m used to socialising with my friends almost everyday..&lt;br /&gt;I`m used to hang around in coffee shops, at my friends place..&lt;br /&gt;I`m used to going to work and studies..&lt;br /&gt;I`m used to work in all kinds of organisations, to always have something I should have done or someplace I should have been..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I got none of that..&lt;br /&gt;No one to hang with, no where to go or nothing to do..&lt;br /&gt;I knew it before I left, I just didn`t realise I would feel this isolated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can do is wait for you to come home, and then spend those 2 hours before bed.. Eat, the news and fix things..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just miss having a life..&lt;br /&gt;I´m happy though, and I know it`ll all work out..&lt;br /&gt;Just need to give it some time.. and stop being a whinchy bitch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I will have friends, and a social life..&lt;br /&gt;I know that I will have work and studies..&lt;br /&gt;I know I will have organisations and my "way to much todo life" back..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I will break out the isolation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don`t worrie mate!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21405913-115528988530775516?l=plysj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plysj.blogspot.com/feeds/115528988530775516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21405913&amp;postID=115528988530775516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21405913/posts/default/115528988530775516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21405913/posts/default/115528988530775516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plysj.blogspot.com/2006/08/isolated-but-dont-worrie-mate.html' title='Isolated, but don`t worrie mate!'/><author><name>Plysj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427429987328314648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://blink.dagbladet.no/user/files/p/pl/plysjb1/ingridblomst.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21405913.post-115528848526290517</id><published>2006-08-11T02:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T02:29:50.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...no wife material...</title><content type='html'>You don`t have to rub it in.. I know my self..&lt;br /&gt;Atleast not infront of others.. don´t make fun!&lt;br /&gt;I don`t..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you want it done your way..&lt;br /&gt;I know you want it perfect!&lt;br /&gt;...and I`m sorry..&lt;br /&gt;the coloured wash, the tumbling t-shirts, the food.. I know!&lt;br /&gt;I know I`m not perfect, you don`t have to tell me.. .&lt;br /&gt;But it`s probably good you do, so maby I can do it right next time..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21405913-115528848526290517?l=plysj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plysj.blogspot.com/feeds/115528848526290517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21405913&amp;postID=115528848526290517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21405913/posts/default/115528848526290517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21405913/posts/default/115528848526290517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plysj.blogspot.com/2006/08/no-wife-material.html' title='...no wife material...'/><author><name>Plysj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427429987328314648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://blink.dagbladet.no/user/files/p/pl/plysjb1/ingridblomst.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21405913.post-115502931685600525</id><published>2006-08-08T02:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T02:28:36.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So, we`re living togeather..</title><content type='html'>So, we`re living togeather..&lt;br /&gt;The big step is taken!&lt;br /&gt;Sharing a flat, sharing a life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In some strange way, it all fitted in..all my stuff with his.&lt;br /&gt;The only discussion was about plates, who`s to use.. but we agreed after about 5min.. It almost went to smooth..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would have thought this 8 years ago?&lt;br /&gt;None of us, that`s for sure.. but maby was it a seacred dream a couple of years ago...?! Anyways, no it`s happened, and I`m happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We`re happy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21405913-115502931685600525?l=plysj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plysj.blogspot.com/feeds/115502931685600525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21405913&amp;postID=115502931685600525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21405913/posts/default/115502931685600525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21405913/posts/default/115502931685600525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plysj.blogspot.com/2006/08/so-were-living-togeather.html' title='So, we`re living togeather..'/><author><name>Plysj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427429987328314648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://blink.dagbladet.no/user/files/p/pl/plysjb1/ingridblomst.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21405913.post-115477008837907408</id><published>2006-08-05T02:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T02:31:20.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I gave away my poem!</title><content type='html'>Today, I gave away my poem!&lt;br /&gt;The poem I once got, the poem who brought me where I am today, the poem who helped me so many times on my way!!&lt;br /&gt;I found someone worthy of taking it over..&lt;br /&gt;I found someone I see my self in.. some one who`s just like me a couple of years back.&lt;br /&gt;Someone who wants to take the world by storm, who sees the opportuneties, who`s ready for what may come.&lt;br /&gt;I found a "little sister"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It won`t happend one day, It could happend today!&lt;br /&gt;All it takes is a litle willpower and some gutz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21405913-115477008837907408?l=plysj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plysj.blogspot.com/feeds/115477008837907408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21405913&amp;postID=115477008837907408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21405913/posts/default/115477008837907408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21405913/posts/default/115477008837907408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plysj.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-gave-away-my-poem.html' title='I gave away my poem!'/><author><name>Plysj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427429987328314648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://blink.dagbladet.no/user/files/p/pl/plysjb1/ingridblomst.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21405913.post-115229452297335596</id><published>2006-07-07T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T02:34:32.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a dream...of you!</title><content type='html'>I woke after last nights hell of thoughts and dying dream.. It`s dangerous to think to much, you just fuck up your self..&lt;br /&gt;I know today that I once again will find me, that I`ll create a new me, and that I`ll never totally gonna give up the dream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, now I got a new dream..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a dream that I never though I would own.. A dream I thought was for everyone else, but never for me. A dream I never thought would be reality, and a dream I thought I never needed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a dream of a life with you!&lt;br /&gt;I have a dream of us creating a future, a dream of making my way through life walking hand in hand with you. Maby can those two be combined one day, my old and my new dream.&lt;br /&gt;But the old one doesn`t even mather anymore, as long as you`re not a part of it!&lt;br /&gt;I realised that a dream of a shared life, suddenly turned out to be something for me too.. Life is full of surprises!&lt;br /&gt;- this one I love..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a dream.. a dream of you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21405913-115229452297335596?l=plysj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plysj.blogspot.com/feeds/115229452297335596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21405913&amp;postID=115229452297335596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21405913/posts/default/115229452297335596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21405913/posts/default/115229452297335596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plysj.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-have-dreamof-you.html' title='I have a dream...of you!'/><author><name>Plysj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427429987328314648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://blink.dagbladet.no/user/files/p/pl/plysjb1/ingridblomst.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21405913.post-115222506171509959</id><published>2006-07-06T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T10:37:53.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Of track...</title><content type='html'>Suddenly you wake up one morning and everything has changed..you realise your lifeplan is not gonna turne out the way you planned it. You need to find a new road to walk, choose a new path in life. You need to find a new dream.&lt;br /&gt;Question is, are you able to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a long time now I`ve known that my dream won`t be reality. I`ve known that I had to choose, but I`ve put it ahead - I wouldn`t face it! I known`t that what I`ve dreamed about for so long would no longer excist, or can it ever stop excisting? Is it such a big part of me that it makes it impossible to give up 100%? Isn`t that dream who I am? Isn`t everything I believe in, everything I`ve ever done, everything I`ve ever planned for this dream - isn`t that dream me? Can I excist with out this dream?&lt;br /&gt;I know that it`s a naive dream, but I need to believe in it. I need to believe I can do a difference. But can I still? If I chose, have then forsaken my dream?&lt;br /&gt;Have I given up everything I dreamed of?&lt;br /&gt;Have I given up everything that is in me?&lt;br /&gt;Have I given up all I ever worked for?&lt;br /&gt;Have I given up me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who am I without my dream? Who am I without this goal to work for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I`m me!! And I`m me with you, and thats more than I ever deared to dream and hope for! It´s bigger than my previous dreams!! It´s bigger than me.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you! - that`s all I ever nead!!&lt;br /&gt;- another dream will come our way..as long as I got you!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21405913-115222506171509959?l=plysj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plysj.blogspot.com/feeds/115222506171509959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21405913&amp;postID=115222506171509959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21405913/posts/default/115222506171509959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21405913/posts/default/115222506171509959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plysj.blogspot.com/2006/07/of-track.html' title='Of track...'/><author><name>Plysj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427429987328314648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://blink.dagbladet.no/user/files/p/pl/plysjb1/ingridblomst.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21405913.post-115132697980445683</id><published>2006-06-26T05:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T11:12:31.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The perfect weekend!</title><content type='html'>This weekend was just like a weekend is suppose to be!&lt;br /&gt;We did nothing, and everything..just spent time.. Hung out with friends...Went for a walk in the forrest..Had great food.. I just spent a weekend in a british novell from the early eighteenhundreds!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21405913-115132697980445683?l=plysj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plysj.blogspot.com/feeds/115132697980445683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21405913&amp;postID=115132697980445683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21405913/posts/default/115132697980445683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21405913/posts/default/115132697980445683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plysj.blogspot.com/2006/06/perfect-weekend.html' title='The perfect weekend!'/><author><name>Plysj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427429987328314648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://blink.dagbladet.no/user/files/p/pl/plysjb1/ingridblomst.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21405913.post-115074650635731781</id><published>2006-06-19T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T12:48:26.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All you could ever dream for</title><content type='html'>It feels like it`s a hundred little elfs jumping in my head, having a party and drumming! There should be a law against this..but there aint! I just wanna run away down to Denmark, hide where I belong.. I know my head wont be better down there, but mentally I will! Life is just how it`s suppose to be when I`m there..&lt;br /&gt;It`s strange how life suddenly can feel this great. How you one day can wake up and everything is just how you dreamt about.. Everything you thought you`ld only see on film, and read about in books is suddenly your life! It`s not always as glamorus as it looks on tv, but thats never what I longed for anyway.. I`m happy! I`m happy in my everyday life! I`m happy for living, I`m happy for the future that seems to be ahead, and I know I`m loved!!  Isn`t that all you could ever dream for? It`s all I ever dreamed for and now I`m happy and in love!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21405913-115074650635731781?l=plysj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plysj.blogspot.com/feeds/115074650635731781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21405913&amp;postID=115074650635731781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21405913/posts/default/115074650635731781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21405913/posts/default/115074650635731781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plysj.blogspot.com/2006/06/all-you-could-ever-dream-for.html' title='All you could ever dream for'/><author><name>Plysj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427429987328314648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://blink.dagbladet.no/user/files/p/pl/plysjb1/ingridblomst.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21405913.post-115040313418221354</id><published>2006-06-15T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T13:25:34.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A hidden seacred</title><content type='html'>It`s like revealing a long hidden seacred..it`s like letting you into another part of me! A pleace where you can read my mind and my inner feelings.. A pleace where you can sneak a peak into the part of me I rearly show! A part I should show you more often.. It`s kind of exciting to let you in..! And for some reason it doesn`t even frighten me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21405913-115040313418221354?l=plysj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plysj.blogspot.com/feeds/115040313418221354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21405913&amp;postID=115040313418221354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21405913/posts/default/115040313418221354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21405913/posts/default/115040313418221354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plysj.blogspot.com/2006/06/hidden-seacred.html' title='A hidden seacred'/><author><name>Plysj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427429987328314648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://blink.dagbladet.no/user/files/p/pl/plysjb1/ingridblomst.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21405913.post-115040087901713806</id><published>2006-06-15T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T12:47:59.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Butterflies in my stomach</title><content type='html'>Suddenly I`m filled with a warm feeling inside me! There`s something tingeling in my blod, butterflies in my stomach, and just a warm feeling of happyness spreading in me! It`s you! It`s the feeling of knowing you are in my life, the feeling of knowing you are mine!! The thought and dream of the two of us, and a future.. I LOVE YOU!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21405913-115040087901713806?l=plysj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plysj.blogspot.com/feeds/115040087901713806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21405913&amp;postID=115040087901713806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21405913/posts/default/115040087901713806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21405913/posts/default/115040087901713806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plysj.blogspot.com/2006/06/butterflies-in-my-stomach.html' title='Butterflies in my stomach'/><author><name>Plysj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427429987328314648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://blink.dagbladet.no/user/files/p/pl/plysjb1/ingridblomst.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21405913.post-115040018982073236</id><published>2006-06-15T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T12:36:29.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Old pictures</title><content type='html'>It`s strange how something that old can wake up so many feelings inside me.. How something that means nothing now, can make me feel so bad! A reminder that once it wasen`t me, a reminder that she once was there.. "Is there still a part of her in you" is a line from a song that suddenly started in my mind.. Stupid, I know! But how can you controll your reactions, how can you hide what you really feel.. Normally I`m good at it, and you couldn`t see it now - I was lucky! I know it`s absurd, I know I don`t need to worrie, and I don`t!! I know what I mean to you, I know I`m all that mathers to you!! It`s just that I don`t need to see that time..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21405913-115040018982073236?l=plysj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plysj.blogspot.com/feeds/115040018982073236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21405913&amp;postID=115040018982073236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21405913/posts/default/115040018982073236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21405913/posts/default/115040018982073236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plysj.blogspot.com/2006/06/old-pictures.html' title='Old pictures'/><author><name>Plysj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427429987328314648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://blink.dagbladet.no/user/files/p/pl/plysjb1/ingridblomst.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21405913.post-114727005198075347</id><published>2006-05-10T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T07:07:31.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soon, we need to do something</title><content type='html'>I`m reading a great book, Karen Blixen - remarkable woman! Wonder how the world would have been with more people like her.. More people who cared! Who bothered to do something for others even if it didn`t gain them.. My sister does that - I`m proud of her! She got the spirit and will to change the world!! One day, maby the world will be a better place.. we can`t give up! One day, maby we can fight togeather for a better world.. I need to believe in that, I need to be that naiv! I need to say to myself, I can do something - I can make a difference!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I realised that pretty soon this planet, our hope, our mother earth, will not be able to support life. We won't be able to breathe, we won't be able to swim, we won't be able to walk in the sun! Now I believe that we`ve been put on this earth with a purpose, to be her ears, to be her eyes... But we've stopped seeing, and we're not listening, and pretty soon if we don't open our hearts and our minds, then that's it! THE END!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21405913-114727005198075347?l=plysj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plysj.blogspot.com/feeds/114727005198075347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21405913&amp;postID=114727005198075347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21405913/posts/default/114727005198075347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21405913/posts/default/114727005198075347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plysj.blogspot.com/2006/05/soon-we-need-to-do-something.html' title='Soon, we need to do something'/><author><name>Plysj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427429987328314648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://blink.dagbladet.no/user/files/p/pl/plysjb1/ingridblomst.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21405913.post-114113076202092654</id><published>2006-02-28T04:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T04:46:02.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It`s snowing, but life`s still great!</title><content type='html'>Life is great, even though it`s snowing! Can`t say I`m to big a fan of that white blanket outside though. I miss him! Would love to just hang around, do nothing but be togeather today.. Think I might head down to the city, have a coffee and visit my bestmate. See what the evening brings. Life is shining again, things are working out!! All I need now is him here, but the day will come! Think I`ll just enjoy the day in the mean time..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21405913-114113076202092654?l=plysj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plysj.blogspot.com/feeds/114113076202092654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21405913&amp;postID=114113076202092654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21405913/posts/default/114113076202092654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21405913/posts/default/114113076202092654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plysj.blogspot.com/2006/02/its-snowing-but-lifes-still-great.html' title='It`s snowing, but life`s still great!'/><author><name>Plysj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427429987328314648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://blink.dagbladet.no/user/files/p/pl/plysjb1/ingridblomst.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21405913.post-114079952797983556</id><published>2006-02-24T08:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T08:45:27.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back on top!</title><content type='html'>I`m once again on top of life! Sun is shining, love is growing and world is spinning! Sometimes life is just perfect!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21405913-114079952797983556?l=plysj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plysj.blogspot.com/feeds/114079952797983556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21405913&amp;postID=114079952797983556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21405913/posts/default/114079952797983556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21405913/posts/default/114079952797983556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plysj.blogspot.com/2006/02/back-on-top.html' title='Back on top!'/><author><name>Plysj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427429987328314648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://blink.dagbladet.no/user/files/p/pl/plysjb1/ingridblomst.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21405913.post-114064372142621942</id><published>2006-02-22T13:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T13:28:41.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop the world, I wanna get of!</title><content type='html'>This is not a perfect day - not at all! This is one of these days where everything is wrong.. Everything is just to much to handle and all I wanna do is cry! I just wanna run away from it all.. Stop the world! I wanna get of.. He´s not here! I need him.. I need him today, but he´s not here! He couldn´t know so it´s not his fault! I just need someone to hold me, and tell me I don´t always have to be strong, that I´m allowed to cry and fall down sometimes. I didn´t tell him, so he couldn´t know.. and I couldn´t expect him to! Tomorrow I´m back again, it´s just today! It´s nothing to worrie about - it´ll all work out.. It just that right now everything feels wrong and too much! F... it all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21405913-114064372142621942?l=plysj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plysj.blogspot.com/feeds/114064372142621942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21405913&amp;postID=114064372142621942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21405913/posts/default/114064372142621942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21405913/posts/default/114064372142621942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plysj.blogspot.com/2006/02/stop-world-i-wanna-get-of.html' title='Stop the world, I wanna get of!'/><author><name>Plysj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427429987328314648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://blink.dagbladet.no/user/files/p/pl/plysjb1/ingridblomst.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21405913.post-114025223891483408</id><published>2006-02-18T00:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T00:45:28.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The perfect day</title><content type='html'>Some days it´s just great to wake up! Everything is perfect and you´re just on top of the world! This is one of those days!! One where nothing can disturb your happiness, where everything is okay or even great, no mather what.. One where you feel you can conquer the world all by your self! One of those days where nothing can come between you and your happiness! Sometimes it´s just great to be alive!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21405913-114025223891483408?l=plysj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plysj.blogspot.com/feeds/114025223891483408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21405913&amp;postID=114025223891483408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21405913/posts/default/114025223891483408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21405913/posts/default/114025223891483408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plysj.blogspot.com/2006/02/perfect-day.html' title='The perfect day'/><author><name>Plysj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427429987328314648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://blink.dagbladet.no/user/files/p/pl/plysjb1/ingridblomst.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21405913.post-114009248622905439</id><published>2006-02-16T04:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T04:21:26.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The time just flies..</title><content type='html'>I was suppose to write long time ago, but I never got around to it.. See, I just haven`t had the time! Some times it feels like the time just flies, but I`m not on the same flight. Stop the world, I wanna get of! Just long enough to catch up.. To do all the things I should have done, to meet alle the people I should have seen ages ago..simply catch up!&lt;br /&gt;At the same time I kinda enjoy the world just passing by, even if I`m not able to hang on..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21405913-114009248622905439?l=plysj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plysj.blogspot.com/feeds/114009248622905439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21405913&amp;postID=114009248622905439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21405913/posts/default/114009248622905439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21405913/posts/default/114009248622905439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plysj.blogspot.com/2006/02/time-just-flies.html' title='The time just flies..'/><author><name>Plysj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427429987328314648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://blink.dagbladet.no/user/files/p/pl/plysjb1/ingridblomst.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21405913.post-113810199139575107</id><published>2006-01-24T03:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T03:26:31.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"I wonder if other dogs think poodles are members of a weird cult..!"&lt;br /&gt;                                                                              - Rita Rudner -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21405913-113810199139575107?l=plysj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plysj.blogspot.com/feeds/113810199139575107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21405913&amp;postID=113810199139575107' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21405913/posts/default/113810199139575107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21405913/posts/default/113810199139575107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plysj.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-wonder-if-other-dogs-think-poodles.html' title=''/><author><name>Plysj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427429987328314648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://blink.dagbladet.no/user/files/p/pl/plysjb1/ingridblomst.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
