<?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-35961011</id><updated>2012-02-16T06:26:12.743Z</updated><category term='search engine'/><category term='Moroccan'/><category term='300'/><category term='K-Fed'/><title type='text'>Pearls</title><subtitle type='html'>Shelly's world; when I move and travel, and when I hurt and love.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05817841988431049389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/R6tNoTKggsI/AAAAAAAAAAY/0FNCbEZsrXU/S220/painting21.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>92</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35961011.post-4624476060900241857</id><published>2008-07-12T17:01:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T17:07:54.349+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Other things</title><content type='html'>Right, I'm so goddamn bad at updating this page. But I've got another blog too:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.finest.se/userPresentation/?uid=29499"&gt;http://www.finest.se/userPresentation/?uid=29499&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's in Swedish. I keep that one updated everyday though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise I can tell you we &lt;em&gt;are&lt;/em&gt; moving to &lt;strong&gt;Canada&lt;/strong&gt;, hopefully early next year!&lt;br /&gt;And a group to look out for is &lt;strong&gt;Justice&lt;/strong&gt;, and a song to listen to is &lt;strong&gt;De&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Nuit&lt;/strong&gt;'s tune &lt;em&gt;All That Mattered.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speak soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35961011-4624476060900241857?l=shellyswede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/feeds/4624476060900241857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35961011&amp;postID=4624476060900241857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/4624476060900241857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/4624476060900241857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/2008/07/other-things.html' title='Other things'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05817841988431049389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/R6tNoTKggsI/AAAAAAAAAAY/0FNCbEZsrXU/S220/painting21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35961011.post-6866349094738799157</id><published>2008-06-14T16:35:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T16:45:00.350+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Footie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/SFPmkLnYNZI/AAAAAAAAAGs/ZMEY5EjK-OE/s1600-h/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211762703065429394" style="CURSOR: hand" height="186" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/SFPmkLnYNZI/AAAAAAAAAGs/ZMEY5EjK-OE/s320/016.JPG" width="264" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/SFPmTOKPcnI/AAAAAAAAAGk/6wlwT4-fl8g/s1600-h/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211762411690750578" style="CURSOR: hand" height="193" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/SFPmTOKPcnI/AAAAAAAAAGk/6wlwT4-fl8g/s320/017.JPG" width="266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time for me and the cat to watch some football!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;W&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;D&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;N  -  S&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;A&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;N&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Okey&lt;/span&gt;, I can admit I'm a little nervous... I like to see Sweden win, but we haven't been playing like winners for years and years. It's been quite mediocre to be honest.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But keep me on my toes!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35961011-6866349094738799157?l=shellyswede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/feeds/6866349094738799157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35961011&amp;postID=6866349094738799157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/6866349094738799157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/6866349094738799157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/2008/06/footie.html' title='Footie!'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05817841988431049389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/R6tNoTKggsI/AAAAAAAAAAY/0FNCbEZsrXU/S220/painting21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/SFPmkLnYNZI/AAAAAAAAAGs/ZMEY5EjK-OE/s72-c/016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35961011.post-3779788632712513610</id><published>2008-06-01T11:07:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T11:20:48.488+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"Burn down Camden!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/SEJ09SoJxmI/AAAAAAAAAGM/K3vzLhS1wnI/s1600-h/Camden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206852715514807906" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/SEJ09SoJxmI/AAAAAAAAAGM/K3vzLhS1wnI/s320/Camden.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't want them too, but they clearly did as it actually &lt;em&gt;did&lt;/em&gt; burn down. Half of it anyway. So now they are very conveniently building it back up the way they want it - &lt;strong&gt;new, clean, and more commersial.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a pity. It was so cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Coke, ecstasy, weed&lt;/em&gt;" was heard by dodgy folks on every corner, and wicked punks was hogging the bridge by the Lock. You don't find them anymore, the police have been on them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They're cleaning up Camden&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;they're cleaning up the charm&lt;/em&gt;! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The cool people will have to find another, untouched place to hang out at, and leave Camden with the ignorant tourists.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35961011-3779788632712513610?l=shellyswede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/feeds/3779788632712513610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35961011&amp;postID=3779788632712513610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/3779788632712513610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/3779788632712513610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/2008/06/burn-down-camden.html' title='&quot;Burn down Camden!&quot;'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05817841988431049389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/R6tNoTKggsI/AAAAAAAAAAY/0FNCbEZsrXU/S220/painting21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/SEJ09SoJxmI/AAAAAAAAAGM/K3vzLhS1wnI/s72-c/Camden.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35961011.post-5062504106228350353</id><published>2008-05-31T10:05:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T10:11:33.787+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Taramasalata</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/SEEVACoJxlI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Esrn_gAsiSA/s1600-h/taramasalata.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/SEEVACoJxlI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Esrn_gAsiSA/s320/taramasalata.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206465734666470994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mmmm......&lt;/span&gt; Have you ever tried this godness? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Taramasalata&lt;/span&gt;. The Greek dip.&lt;br /&gt;When I was single and lived by myself, all you'd ever find in my fridge would be this and some bread to dip with!&lt;br /&gt;And it's PINK!&lt;br /&gt;Great stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm right now waiting for this video to finish uploading on YouTube... It's a clip from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Australia's Got Talent&lt;/span&gt;, our good friend Johnny is performing. He's a beatboxer and amazing. Apparantly, from what I've heard, he's Kylie Minogues favourite on the show (she's one of the judges)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r9DD4XcxzF0&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35961011-5062504106228350353?l=shellyswede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/feeds/5062504106228350353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35961011&amp;postID=5062504106228350353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/5062504106228350353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/5062504106228350353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/2008/05/taramasalata.html' title='Taramasalata'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05817841988431049389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/R6tNoTKggsI/AAAAAAAAAAY/0FNCbEZsrXU/S220/painting21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/SEEVACoJxlI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Esrn_gAsiSA/s72-c/taramasalata.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35961011.post-2938171310201199309</id><published>2008-05-29T18:53:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T20:20:42.969+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Canada</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/SD7vESoJxkI/AAAAAAAAAF8/vUQMO_pW_QA/s1600-h/epsn0072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205861076285638210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/SD7vESoJxkI/AAAAAAAAAF8/vUQMO_pW_QA/s320/epsn0072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to move here. To &lt;strong&gt;Canada&lt;/strong&gt;. Tell me you've seen a prettier place ever! It's the &lt;em&gt;actual&lt;/em&gt; colour of the water too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually quite serious about it, I'm gonna look into visas. I've been looking at pictures of &lt;strong&gt;Vancouver&lt;/strong&gt;, I think it would be the best place to go, close to California too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, see you there?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35961011-2938171310201199309?l=shellyswede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/feeds/2938171310201199309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35961011&amp;postID=2938171310201199309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/2938171310201199309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/2938171310201199309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/2008/05/canada.html' title='Canada'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05817841988431049389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/R6tNoTKggsI/AAAAAAAAAAY/0FNCbEZsrXU/S220/painting21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/SD7vESoJxkI/AAAAAAAAAF8/vUQMO_pW_QA/s72-c/epsn0072.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35961011.post-1945817701977915890</id><published>2008-05-26T16:37:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T16:51:10.130+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I want...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/SDra_SoJxgI/AAAAAAAAAFc/wt2CFQ2PCfE/s1600-h/Swiss-Train.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/SDra_SoJxgI/AAAAAAAAAFc/wt2CFQ2PCfE/s320/Swiss-Train.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204713100246894082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   ...to take a train trip through Europe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/SDraPSoJxeI/AAAAAAAAAFM/SpZQXMGY9qE/s1600-h/money.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/SDraPSoJxeI/AAAAAAAAAFM/SpZQXMGY9qE/s320/money.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204712275613173218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  ...to have more money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/SDraCCoJxdI/AAAAAAAAAFE/qQmmZc5RWDg/s1600-h/london_flat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/SDraCCoJxdI/AAAAAAAAAFE/qQmmZc5RWDg/s320/london_flat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204712047979906514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   ...to live in a bigger flat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/SDrZ1CoJxcI/AAAAAAAAAE8/sBFKGu05MfQ/s1600-h/closet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/SDrZ1CoJxcI/AAAAAAAAAE8/sBFKGu05MfQ/s320/closet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204711824641607106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   ...to buy a new closet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also want to go see the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sex and the City&lt;/span&gt; movie. But I'd rather get the whole boxset and watch the tv series for the twentieth time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35961011-1945817701977915890?l=shellyswede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/feeds/1945817701977915890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35961011&amp;postID=1945817701977915890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/1945817701977915890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/1945817701977915890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-want.html' title='I want...'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05817841988431049389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/R6tNoTKggsI/AAAAAAAAAAY/0FNCbEZsrXU/S220/painting21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/SDra_SoJxgI/AAAAAAAAAFc/wt2CFQ2PCfE/s72-c/Swiss-Train.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35961011.post-1679740585067902442</id><published>2008-05-18T17:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T17:26:15.740+01:00</updated><title type='text'>dontfeedhumans</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/SDBYdr_FpMI/AAAAAAAAAE0/KtsotTySSog/s1600-h/dontfeedhumans.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201754836659709122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/SDBYdr_FpMI/AAAAAAAAAE0/KtsotTySSog/s320/dontfeedhumans.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35961011-1679740585067902442?l=shellyswede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/feeds/1679740585067902442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35961011&amp;postID=1679740585067902442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/1679740585067902442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/1679740585067902442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/2008/05/dontfeedhumans.html' title='dontfeedhumans'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05817841988431049389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/R6tNoTKggsI/AAAAAAAAAAY/0FNCbEZsrXU/S220/painting21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/SDBYdr_FpMI/AAAAAAAAAE0/KtsotTySSog/s72-c/dontfeedhumans.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35961011.post-2489397027207273334</id><published>2008-05-10T10:56:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T10:59:16.997+01:00</updated><title type='text'>suck my tungue</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/SCVxkbfn9JI/AAAAAAAAAEs/97J5QrzrMEg/s1600-h/Rolling-Stones.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198686215538734226" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/SCVxkbfn9JI/AAAAAAAAAEs/97J5QrzrMEg/s320/Rolling-Stones.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rolling Stones&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yeah baby!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;California dreamin'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35961011-2489397027207273334?l=shellyswede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/feeds/2489397027207273334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35961011&amp;postID=2489397027207273334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/2489397027207273334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/2489397027207273334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/2008/05/suck-my-tungue.html' title='suck my tungue'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05817841988431049389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/R6tNoTKggsI/AAAAAAAAAAY/0FNCbEZsrXU/S220/painting21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/SCVxkbfn9JI/AAAAAAAAAEs/97J5QrzrMEg/s72-c/Rolling-Stones.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35961011.post-4399214179256082396</id><published>2008-05-09T17:53:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T17:56:34.626+01:00</updated><title type='text'>fuck it</title><content type='html'>fuck. fuck. fuck. fuck. fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate when this happens. I hate it when my head acts out like a girl.&lt;br /&gt;Why can't everything just work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why must humans always complicate things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35961011-4399214179256082396?l=shellyswede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/feeds/4399214179256082396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35961011&amp;postID=4399214179256082396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/4399214179256082396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/4399214179256082396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/2008/05/fuck-it.html' title='fuck it'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05817841988431049389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/R6tNoTKggsI/AAAAAAAAAAY/0FNCbEZsrXU/S220/painting21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35961011.post-1805220326455893044</id><published>2008-04-26T14:00:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T14:05:00.979+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A good summer day in sunny London</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/SBMn9Xu-_eI/AAAAAAAAAEk/FlCvLC-04_M/s1600-h/IMG_0339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193538730584899042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/SBMn9Xu-_eI/AAAAAAAAAEk/FlCvLC-04_M/s320/IMG_0339.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I'm blogging from a coffeeshop in Crouch End. The sun is shining outside and it's hot. I'm wearing summer clothes and my new orange gladiator sandals. I'm happy. This makes me happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm gonna go pick some photos soon that I wanted printed out. Then I'm gonna walk back up to Muswell Hill and take some photos on the way. Maybe I'll blog some more in the park. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish we had a balcony at home on days like these.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35961011-1805220326455893044?l=shellyswede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/feeds/1805220326455893044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35961011&amp;postID=1805220326455893044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/1805220326455893044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/1805220326455893044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/2008/04/good-summer-day-in-sunny-london.html' title='A good summer day in sunny London'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05817841988431049389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/R6tNoTKggsI/AAAAAAAAAAY/0FNCbEZsrXU/S220/painting21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/SBMn9Xu-_eI/AAAAAAAAAEk/FlCvLC-04_M/s72-c/IMG_0339.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35961011.post-3209795359269448316</id><published>2008-04-20T17:11:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T17:22:20.945+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Change of heart gets you nowhere</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Instead of doing, I think.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then I change my mind.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then I have to start all over again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just a bit later when I can stress even more about it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never go forward if I'm gonna continue thinking about everything all the time.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I should just &lt;em&gt;DO&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time I changed my mind about studies. To give up 3 years of my precious life on something I don't even enjoy, just seems like such a stupid idea.&lt;br /&gt;I want to have kids young (at least I think I do), but at the same time I want a career more than anything. I want to finally be able to do something I actually love doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know anything, and it really bothers me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this whole thing makes me really depressed. I haven't been out of the house all weekend. I've got no motivation to go anywhere. London bores me.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe it's my life that does?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35961011-3209795359269448316?l=shellyswede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/feeds/3209795359269448316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35961011&amp;postID=3209795359269448316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/3209795359269448316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/3209795359269448316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/2008/04/change-of-heart-gets-you-nowhere.html' title='Change of heart gets you nowhere'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05817841988431049389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/R6tNoTKggsI/AAAAAAAAAAY/0FNCbEZsrXU/S220/painting21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35961011.post-87779091382671452</id><published>2008-04-19T14:21:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T14:31:34.359+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't want to be here</title><content type='html'>Okey, we're back. But I'm actually not happy about it. Would much rather have stayed in NY... We said before we left, that maybe we should just not go to the airport? Imagine, then we would have been illegal immigrants in America! But what a place to be illegal in..... haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We do want to move over there now. America is such a funny place. Noone takes things too serious which can be so nice. At least for a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was seriously such a great trip. I could almost say it was the best trip I've ver done! Can't think of another as good as this one now anyway. Maybe the cartrip to Romania a few years ago...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190948253417567842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/SAnz7wRjdmI/AAAAAAAAAEU/utYe6LXsq7s/s320/watchingangel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Manhattan was incredible. The wedding was jewish and the coolest ever. It's going to be hard to beat. hmmm... &lt;strong&gt;how am I gonna to get married before I know I can make it better that that?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35961011-87779091382671452?l=shellyswede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/feeds/87779091382671452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35961011&amp;postID=87779091382671452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/87779091382671452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/87779091382671452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/2008/04/dont-want-to-be-here.html' title='Don&apos;t want to be here'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05817841988431049389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/R6tNoTKggsI/AAAAAAAAAAY/0FNCbEZsrXU/S220/painting21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/SAnz7wRjdmI/AAAAAAAAAEU/utYe6LXsq7s/s72-c/watchingangel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35961011.post-5731940301653938807</id><published>2008-04-07T19:30:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T19:34:46.532+01:00</updated><title type='text'>NYC</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/R_potQ97eYI/AAAAAAAAAEI/eC4xGp_y4xQ/s1600-h/newyork.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186573047728667010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/R_potQ97eYI/AAAAAAAAAEI/eC4xGp_y4xQ/s320/newyork.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tomorrow we are going to hide in here!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;New York City, here we come!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;See you in 7 days.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35961011-5731940301653938807?l=shellyswede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/feeds/5731940301653938807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35961011&amp;postID=5731940301653938807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/5731940301653938807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/5731940301653938807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/2008/04/nyc.html' title='NYC'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05817841988431049389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/R6tNoTKggsI/AAAAAAAAAAY/0FNCbEZsrXU/S220/painting21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/R_potQ97eYI/AAAAAAAAAEI/eC4xGp_y4xQ/s72-c/newyork.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35961011.post-4458113017034666264</id><published>2008-04-05T10:31:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T10:40:34.945+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The spider</title><content type='html'>I wake up in the morning, and I'm grumpy.&lt;br /&gt;My head hurts.... I need water. I need my eyes to get used to being open.&lt;br /&gt;Then D sends me a text: "&lt;em&gt;There's a spider in our house. And it's huge. I saw it this morning. Thought I would let you know&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okidoki man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I phone him up: "&lt;em&gt;Why did you have to tell me that?!"&lt;/em&gt; and "W&lt;em&gt;hy didn't you kill it?!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn't want to wake me up, he says.... &lt;strong&gt;How considerate of you!!&lt;/strong&gt; Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk over to the kitchen, and all of the sudden I get a feeling of happiness. A smile on my face.&lt;br /&gt; - &lt;strong&gt;coffee&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooooohhhh yyyeessss baby, coffee. You make me happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35961011-4458113017034666264?l=shellyswede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/feeds/4458113017034666264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35961011&amp;postID=4458113017034666264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/4458113017034666264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/4458113017034666264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/2008/04/spider.html' title='The spider'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05817841988431049389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/R6tNoTKggsI/AAAAAAAAAAY/0FNCbEZsrXU/S220/painting21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35961011.post-7032498662782579855</id><published>2008-04-04T10:42:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T10:46:30.997+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Take me home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/R_X4Sw97eXI/AAAAAAAAAEA/K8yEzK2OeH0/s1600-h/down.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185323547252980082" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/R_X4Sw97eXI/AAAAAAAAAEA/K8yEzK2OeH0/s320/down.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm feeling a little down today...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe not a good idea to start the day with a phonefight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm having one of those days when I just want to go home and hide behind the curtains. Be sad and be left alone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Last day of the week. It's good, but not good enough.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Going away next week. But not far enough.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35961011-7032498662782579855?l=shellyswede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/feeds/7032498662782579855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35961011&amp;postID=7032498662782579855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/7032498662782579855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/7032498662782579855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/2008/04/take-me-home.html' title='Take me home'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05817841988431049389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/R6tNoTKggsI/AAAAAAAAAAY/0FNCbEZsrXU/S220/painting21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/R_X4Sw97eXI/AAAAAAAAAEA/K8yEzK2OeH0/s72-c/down.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35961011.post-2268531044720474192</id><published>2008-04-01T19:04:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T19:15:08.941+01:00</updated><title type='text'>fotochopped</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/R_J5aQ97eWI/AAAAAAAAAD4/_e_Su5LnzZ0/s1600-h/glasshoped"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184339613195139426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/R_J5aQ97eWI/AAAAAAAAAD4/_e_Su5LnzZ0/s320/glasshoped" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;em&gt;My new sunnies for this year!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What'ya think? They're turquoise which I've never even liked! Don't think I got the colour quite right on the photo though.... And I didn't know how to make the blue curtain in the background grey, &lt;em&gt;haha&lt;/em&gt;! New to Photoshop. They got it for free online, did you know? &lt;a href="http://www.photoshop.com/express"&gt;www.photoshop.com/express&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoying time alone at the moment. He should be home soon though. It's good! &lt;strong&gt;I can have the whole cake for myself that I bought in the bakery on my way home!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to &lt;em&gt;Gabrielle&lt;/em&gt;, perfect women-feel-good-music!&lt;br /&gt;Totally feeling this woman-thing today - &lt;em&gt;new clothes, cakes, pyjama, music&lt;/em&gt;....!! Great stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The batteries for my iPod died this morning.... I feel gutted. My darling iPod who helps me through the tough times on the tube! He's dead. Completely out.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35961011-2268531044720474192?l=shellyswede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/feeds/2268531044720474192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35961011&amp;postID=2268531044720474192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/2268531044720474192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/2268531044720474192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/2008/04/fotochopped.html' title='fotochopped'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05817841988431049389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/R6tNoTKggsI/AAAAAAAAAAY/0FNCbEZsrXU/S220/painting21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/R_J5aQ97eWI/AAAAAAAAAD4/_e_Su5LnzZ0/s72-c/glasshoped' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35961011.post-614787602738658250</id><published>2008-04-01T13:00:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T13:12:40.711+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Swedish bloggers</title><content type='html'>At work. Got so much to do - I've read hundreds of blogs! Found some good ones, but most of it's crap. So much time wasted on writing those crappy ones.......shame. Specially this one (it's in Swedish) - &lt;a href="http://www.blondinbella.se/"&gt;www.blondinbella.se&lt;/a&gt; - wow, what a waste. Can't understand how she can make millions on her blog and how she has so many readers. All she ever says is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Today I went to the cafe with Camilla and this is how my lunch looked!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[photo of lunch]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tonight we are gonna have dinner at Stures, Blondinbella AB is paying! I don't have time to write anymore right now, but this is how I look at this moment!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[photo of her doing The Pose]"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;crapcrapcrapcrapcrap&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;---------------------------------------------&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if You wanna read my Swedish blog, it's to be found here: &lt;a href="http://shellys.webblogg.se/"&gt;http://shellys.webblogg.se&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35961011-614787602738658250?l=shellyswede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/feeds/614787602738658250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35961011&amp;postID=614787602738658250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/614787602738658250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/614787602738658250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/2008/04/swedish-bloggers.html' title='Swedish bloggers'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05817841988431049389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/R6tNoTKggsI/AAAAAAAAAAY/0FNCbEZsrXU/S220/painting21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35961011.post-8512154345889739414</id><published>2008-03-31T12:36:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T12:46:17.403+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cancerbacon</title><content type='html'>On the front pages of &lt;strong&gt;Metro&lt;/strong&gt; this morning, it said that if you eat bacon, sausages, or any processed meats, you stand a 20% higher risk of getting cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don't eat meat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously though, it seems most things gives you cancer these days... I think - &lt;strong&gt;everything in moderation, and as organic as possible, and we should all be fine!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sertainly not scared of getting cancer from things I consume. I think it's stupid to be. I also think a human's mind is a lot more powerful than what we are aware of......&lt;em&gt;if you know what I mean&lt;/em&gt;...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have little to do at work today, so I'm helping the guys pulling some tables apart. But again, as with the electrical gadgets, they run up to take over! &lt;strong&gt;Cos I'm just a girl, what do I know....?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35961011-8512154345889739414?l=shellyswede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/feeds/8512154345889739414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35961011&amp;postID=8512154345889739414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/8512154345889739414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/8512154345889739414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/2008/03/cancerbacon.html' title='Cancerbacon'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05817841988431049389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/R6tNoTKggsI/AAAAAAAAAAY/0FNCbEZsrXU/S220/painting21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35961011.post-2375567990766463807</id><published>2008-03-30T14:03:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T14:34:24.653+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Boatrace</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was the boatrace between &lt;em&gt;Oxford&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Cambridge&lt;/em&gt; universities down by the river in Putney. I went down to meet D and couple others for some beers before it started. It was sunny when I arrived and then it turned ugly just like that.... Rain and wind and it was freezing! Don't know why so many people were there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But we had some Carlsberg's to warm up and D borrowed me his hat so my hair wouldn't get wet, such a gentleman!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/R--SZA97eUI/AAAAAAAAADo/7dUrFs-4Xz0/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183522654580865346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/R--SZA97eUI/AAAAAAAAADo/7dUrFs-4Xz0/s320/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/R--UNw97eVI/AAAAAAAAADw/pGADKGXUO28/s1600-h/003+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183524660330592594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/R--UNw97eVI/AAAAAAAAADw/pGADKGXUO28/s320/003+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then I got my package already from asos.com! 2 days it took, that's fast! Looks great, I'm happy. &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/35961011-2375567990766463807?l=shellyswede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/feeds/2375567990766463807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35961011&amp;postID=2375567990766463807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/2375567990766463807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/2375567990766463807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/2008/03/boatrace.html' title='Boatrace'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05817841988431049389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/R6tNoTKggsI/AAAAAAAAAAY/0FNCbEZsrXU/S220/painting21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/R--SZA97eUI/AAAAAAAAADo/7dUrFs-4Xz0/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35961011.post-6362294779753099359</id><published>2008-03-28T08:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-03-28T08:18:10.925Z</updated><title type='text'>Go online</title><content type='html'>Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;I'm hooked on online shopping.&lt;br /&gt;It's so easy!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35961011-6362294779753099359?l=shellyswede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/feeds/6362294779753099359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35961011&amp;postID=6362294779753099359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/6362294779753099359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/6362294779753099359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/2008/03/go-online.html' title='Go online'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05817841988431049389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/R6tNoTKggsI/AAAAAAAAAAY/0FNCbEZsrXU/S220/painting21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35961011.post-1884942530974163519</id><published>2008-03-27T17:35:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-27T17:44:50.226Z</updated><title type='text'>The dress</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/R-vbKQ97eTI/AAAAAAAAADg/XTap0TYB0Qw/s1600-h/image1xl_1206526846.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182476765619779890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/R-vbKQ97eTI/AAAAAAAAADg/XTap0TYB0Qw/s320/image1xl_1206526846.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I chose this one!&lt;/strong&gt; For the wedding in, &lt;em&gt;less than&lt;/em&gt;, two weeks. I'm happy. And an awesome pink scarf too! Should arrive early next week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I really just can't wait to go!! And what do I look forward to the most? Well, it's gonna be my first wedding, so obviously that, but the American shopping makes my &lt;em&gt;toes tingle&lt;/em&gt;....! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Great day in the city today!&lt;/strong&gt; Sun was out, and it was fairly warm for a change. Just too bad I don't get to be out more...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35961011-1884942530974163519?l=shellyswede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/feeds/1884942530974163519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35961011&amp;postID=1884942530974163519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/1884942530974163519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/1884942530974163519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/2008/03/dress.html' title='The dress'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05817841988431049389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/R6tNoTKggsI/AAAAAAAAAAY/0FNCbEZsrXU/S220/painting21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/R-vbKQ97eTI/AAAAAAAAADg/XTap0TYB0Qw/s72-c/image1xl_1206526846.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35961011.post-5235726887639998021</id><published>2008-03-26T14:24:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-26T14:28:35.032Z</updated><title type='text'>Electrical me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/R-pc4w97eSI/AAAAAAAAADY/3ohUwxnQuv4/s1600-h/graphic%27me%27_preview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182056451530258722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/R-pc4w97eSI/AAAAAAAAADY/3ohUwxnQuv4/s320/graphic%27me%27_preview.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  Why is it that when I'm busy putting something electrical together, a man always runs up and wants to take over?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am fully capable!&lt;/strong&gt; I grew up in a house full of boys hugely into computers and such!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35961011-5235726887639998021?l=shellyswede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/feeds/5235726887639998021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35961011&amp;postID=5235726887639998021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/5235726887639998021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/5235726887639998021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/2008/03/electrical-me.html' title='Electrical me'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05817841988431049389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/R6tNoTKggsI/AAAAAAAAAAY/0FNCbEZsrXU/S220/painting21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/R-pc4w97eSI/AAAAAAAAADY/3ohUwxnQuv4/s72-c/graphic%27me%27_preview.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35961011.post-5700335628253430102</id><published>2008-03-25T19:28:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-25T19:38:47.542Z</updated><title type='text'>Wasting money, wasting life</title><content type='html'>The weather is on the telly right now and they just showed us the weather. We're getting snow again! But what's the point in having snow when it doesn't stay on the ground for even a second. But rather snow that rain I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And see - as soon as I start working, my creative mind just switches off... Is it worth it? Not really. I can't continue "waisting" my time on something I know is not for me.&lt;br /&gt;So today I've found out even more about writing courses! I can't seem to find any good short courses in journalism, only creative writing. But that's more fiction writing; scripts, novels and poetry. But it's always good to build on your CV right? At least it's in the industry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go to the hairdresser... Fuck, I can't even remember when I went last! I do it myself.... don't laugh. It works - my hair is long enough for me to pull it in front of my face and see exactly where it needs to be cut!&lt;br /&gt;God I've been careful with my money lately! Too careful... I should spend money on me, I'm a girl. But I'm getting my taxreturns with my paycheck this Friday, maybe I should use it for some shopping then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35961011-5700335628253430102?l=shellyswede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/feeds/5700335628253430102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35961011&amp;postID=5700335628253430102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/5700335628253430102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/5700335628253430102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/2008/03/wasting-money-wasting-life.html' title='Wasting money, wasting life'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05817841988431049389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/R6tNoTKggsI/AAAAAAAAAAY/0FNCbEZsrXU/S220/painting21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35961011.post-1484903673168045256</id><published>2008-03-24T15:12:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-03-24T15:30:04.346Z</updated><title type='text'>Us son's of bitches</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Why does it seem we are so slow at opening our eyes here in the West sometimes?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We believe everything the Media tells us and we swollow all of it. Is it just me who take it in with a pinch of salt? Or are most people? But if most people do, then why aren't we making a difference? Or at least trying to. &lt;strong&gt;We should stand up for humanity, not just say we do.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we shouldn't need the Media to tell us what to think, we should use our &lt;em&gt;common sence&lt;/em&gt;. If we have some left other than not to mix pink and red when we get dressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am pretty sure most people who watched the movie "&lt;em&gt;Blood Diamond&lt;/em&gt;" was thinking "&lt;em&gt;oh, what a shame for those poor people.&lt;/em&gt;..", and maybe even shed some tears, but when proposal-time is coming up, a diamond is still the only option. &lt;strong&gt;How disappointed won't the poor girl get if there's no diamond??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all need to stop thinking &lt;em&gt;"me alone"&lt;/em&gt; won't make a difference. &lt;strong&gt;WE ACTUALLY CAN&lt;/strong&gt;. And even if it's not a big difference, but only a drop in the sea....... &lt;em&gt;"the ocean is made out of drops"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jesus Christ, take a stand a make a difference!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35961011-1484903673168045256?l=shellyswede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/feeds/1484903673168045256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35961011&amp;postID=1484903673168045256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/1484903673168045256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/1484903673168045256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/2008/03/us-sons-of-bitches.html' title='Us son&apos;s of bitches'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05817841988431049389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/R6tNoTKggsI/AAAAAAAAAAY/0FNCbEZsrXU/S220/painting21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35961011.post-4863158177637827695</id><published>2008-03-21T18:56:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-03-21T19:10:18.011Z</updated><title type='text'>Life comes when you're open to it</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I've noticed..... that now when I'm finally finding the way back to the creative me, I get more attention from people again. Not just any people, but also wierdos. Like the old man sitting down next to me outside the library earlier today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember that when I first moved to London 3 years ago (?), I used to walk around the city. I lived in &lt;em&gt;Westminster&lt;/em&gt; then so I could walk everywhere. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to a park one sunny day and a man came up and said he could see my aura. It jumped up and down, probably because I listened to music, he said. We spent the whole day together and he tought me how to see other people's auras, and he could tell me things about me and my friends and my family that only I would know. I never saw him again after that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another time I was sitting outside the &lt;em&gt;National Gallery&lt;/em&gt; smoking a cigarette when a young man approached me. He took me to a celebrity restaurant where we had margharita and then I came with him to buy a hat. I never saw him again either, although he invited me over to a couple of partys at &lt;em&gt;Chinawhites&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like this sort of attention, even though it is not attention from "normal" people. They are probably very odd, or maybe even perverts, but I don't care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- It makes life interresting when you're open to things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/R-QH9g97eRI/AAAAAAAAADQ/q_IqRK5hf-8/s1600-h/diamondsareforever.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180274224786012434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/R-QH9g97eRI/AAAAAAAAADQ/q_IqRK5hf-8/s320/diamondsareforever.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35961011-4863158177637827695?l=shellyswede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/feeds/4863158177637827695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35961011&amp;postID=4863158177637827695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/4863158177637827695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/4863158177637827695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/2008/03/life-comes-when-youre-open-to-it.html' title='Life comes when you&apos;re open to it'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05817841988431049389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/R6tNoTKggsI/AAAAAAAAAAY/0FNCbEZsrXU/S220/painting21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/R-QH9g97eRI/AAAAAAAAADQ/q_IqRK5hf-8/s72-c/diamondsareforever.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35961011.post-2701641818853769239</id><published>2008-03-21T14:38:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-21T14:43:15.148Z</updated><title type='text'>Freezing at the library</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;brrrrrrrrr..........&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting outside the library, freezing my ass off in the wind! I had to come here to get the better internet connection... It's closed over the weekend, but if you sit outside on the steps you can still log onto their network. And I need the quick connection today because I had to download and upload a sertain file for my boyfriend who's at work and can't do it. Things you do for love......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's an old man sitting next to me (don't know why), it's running from his nose... He seems a bit crazy but he doesn't make me feel uncomfotable and he gives me nice cookies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35961011-2701641818853769239?l=shellyswede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/feeds/2701641818853769239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35961011&amp;postID=2701641818853769239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/2701641818853769239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/2701641818853769239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/2008/03/freezing-at-library.html' title='Freezing at the library'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05817841988431049389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/R6tNoTKggsI/AAAAAAAAAAY/0FNCbEZsrXU/S220/painting21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35961011.post-6937180173720691329</id><published>2008-03-18T18:43:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-18T18:50:53.808Z</updated><title type='text'>Am I any good?</title><content type='html'>Maybe it will fade again after a while, but right now; I &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; blogging! Don't know why, I don't think many people read it, but I just love writing! And so much is always going on in my head and it's nice to get it out and on to a paper. I've tried writing in a regular Word document but it's just not the same...&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaning more towards studying writing now, instead of teaching. Creative writing och maybe journalism. Or maybe I should start writing a novel!! Or maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;But then, always this awful question - would I be good enough? I have to think I would. I want &lt;em&gt;(need)&lt;/em&gt; to do something creative as a living and so I simply &lt;strong&gt;have&lt;/strong&gt; to believe I'd be good at whatever it's gonna be.&lt;br /&gt;So there. Writing then. Where do I start............?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35961011-6937180173720691329?l=shellyswede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/feeds/6937180173720691329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35961011&amp;postID=6937180173720691329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/6937180173720691329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/6937180173720691329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/2008/03/am-i-any-good.html' title='Am I any good?'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05817841988431049389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/R6tNoTKggsI/AAAAAAAAAAY/0FNCbEZsrXU/S220/painting21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35961011.post-6490970464465535266</id><published>2008-03-18T07:35:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-03-18T07:45:21.841Z</updated><title type='text'>I've been there too</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was Guinness Day - &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;St Patricks Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;! So we took a walk to the irish pub down the road, O'Niels, and had a couple of Guinness'. I don't even like Guinness. But if you pour a little blackcurrant cordial into it, it goes down a bit easier...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And god I was tipsy after just &lt;em&gt;one&lt;/em&gt; pint, how sad am I?? Cheap date. And my boyfriend drinks like a sponge and finished 3 by the time I had only finished my first....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the news here yesterday they talked about the Norwiegan girl who was murdered and hidden in the trash in someone's basement. I don't know why, but it hit me harder than other bad news and I was really sad about it... Maybe it freaks me out a bit because I've been there so many times myself - going home with strangers for an after party in a private flat. Looking back I've been incredibly foolish too many times... I've been so naive. That's what Scandinavian girls are abroad - naive.&lt;br /&gt;Thank god I have someone who looks after me now and doesn't let me do those idiotic things anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35961011-6490970464465535266?l=shellyswede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/feeds/6490970464465535266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35961011&amp;postID=6490970464465535266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/6490970464465535266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/6490970464465535266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/2008/03/ive-been-there-too.html' title='I&apos;ve been there too'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05817841988431049389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/R6tNoTKggsI/AAAAAAAAAAY/0FNCbEZsrXU/S220/painting21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35961011.post-8929839137346158322</id><published>2008-03-17T10:54:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-03-17T11:02:29.905Z</updated><title type='text'>No good</title><content type='html'>I just couldn't get myself to blog yesterday... I barely spent &lt;em&gt;any&lt;/em&gt; time on the internet! Not like me. Instead i spent the whole day being depressed. I wish I could say why... Maybe it was the fact that D used up all the hot water for the morning shower, or that he made my towel wet, or that he felt distant... Or maybe i just woke up on the wrong side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway! We went out and bought new towels, DVD's and groceries, and even squeezed in a coffee and massive chocolate cake! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;yumyum....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I didn't feel right all day. Lightheaded still. Dunno why but today I'm calling the doctor.&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm back at work for another long week. But Friday is a bank holiday and so is next Monday, so a long weekend is on the cards! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;jippiee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35961011-8929839137346158322?l=shellyswede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/feeds/8929839137346158322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35961011&amp;postID=8929839137346158322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/8929839137346158322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/8929839137346158322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/2008/03/no-good.html' title='No good'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05817841988431049389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/R6tNoTKggsI/AAAAAAAAAAY/0FNCbEZsrXU/S220/painting21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35961011.post-4592432160308570778</id><published>2008-03-15T17:56:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-15T18:03:10.681Z</updated><title type='text'>My head is my enemy</title><content type='html'>It's coming on again....... These panic attacks...... I can feel it creeping up, slowly......&lt;br /&gt;Go away!!&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where they come from, but they leave me feeling empty and at the same time full of things I don't need to have in me.&lt;br /&gt;It feels like the world closes in around me and I can't breathe. I start taking very short breaths, but then it's not enough. I start taking deep breaths, but then it's too much.....&lt;br /&gt;Sit still Michelle!!&lt;br /&gt;Go away....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35961011-4592432160308570778?l=shellyswede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/feeds/4592432160308570778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35961011&amp;postID=4592432160308570778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/4592432160308570778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/4592432160308570778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-head-is-my-enemy.html' title='My head is my enemy'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05817841988431049389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/R6tNoTKggsI/AAAAAAAAAAY/0FNCbEZsrXU/S220/painting21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35961011.post-5898609843049958029</id><published>2008-03-15T14:36:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-15T14:48:46.936Z</updated><title type='text'>The ring question - European style, or American style?</title><content type='html'>Today I'm blogging from my favourite coffee shop! The patisserie I mentioned before. But today I'm alone so I brought my laptop as company. Got a great seat right at the little table right by the window. So I can see everything but still feel secluded. I feel cool like a 'freelancer'!&lt;br /&gt;Dan is working all day today and might not be home until after 8 or 9 tonight so I gotta entertain myself. Don't like it when he works on the weekends, it's the only time we get to spend some real time with eachother! At least he's making a lot of money and he did say he bought me a pressie. To make up for it maybe...&lt;br /&gt;(Grumpy girl next to me, stop staring at my computer!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this coffee place.... I wish I could live here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it wierd that I look at people's ringfingers all the time.....? Am I jealous, or am I just curious? I want one too. I can admit that. We've talked about it, and he thinks I'm wierd when I say I'd say no if he proposed with a diamond ring. I just don't like diamonds, ok? I like the thick gold rings; simple, won't get stuck in my clothes, and always trendy. And I've also told him I won't wear my engagement ring if he doesn't wear one too. What? -I'm not the only one in the relationship to get engaged! He is too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35961011-5898609843049958029?l=shellyswede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/feeds/5898609843049958029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35961011&amp;postID=5898609843049958029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/5898609843049958029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/5898609843049958029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/2008/03/ring-question-european-style-or.html' title='The ring question - European style, or American style?'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05817841988431049389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/R6tNoTKggsI/AAAAAAAAAAY/0FNCbEZsrXU/S220/painting21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35961011.post-6989016441125915837</id><published>2008-03-14T20:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-03-14T20:38:42.229Z</updated><title type='text'>More like you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/R9riLCBmlpI/AAAAAAAAADI/bRWv-gUOmgs/s1600-h/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177699400765838994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/R9riLCBmlpI/AAAAAAAAADI/bRWv-gUOmgs/s320/Untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35961011-6989016441125915837?l=shellyswede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/feeds/6989016441125915837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35961011&amp;postID=6989016441125915837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/6989016441125915837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/6989016441125915837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/2008/03/more-like-you.html' title='More like you...'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05817841988431049389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/R6tNoTKggsI/AAAAAAAAAAY/0FNCbEZsrXU/S220/painting21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/R9riLCBmlpI/AAAAAAAAADI/bRWv-gUOmgs/s72-c/Untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35961011.post-939794291156222297</id><published>2008-03-14T17:35:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-14T17:52:43.931Z</updated><title type='text'>This is England</title><content type='html'>Finally home, god what a long day! I thought I'd be fine to go back to work today but the whole day I struggled with keeping myself conscious! I've been so dizzy, I can't focus, and many times I thought I was gonna faint.&lt;br /&gt;And to make things worse, I was a few minutes too late to get my normal seat on the tube back home, so I had to sit cramped in with other people.... I hate people sometimes... When I'm tired and travelling I wanna be left alone. And I was eating a bag of crisps and I just can't eat properly when there's people around, I feel like everyone's staring at me!! Was I chewing too loud.....? I know I'm a pig sometimes, deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;Then on top of everything, in Harrow-on-the-Hill, this couple runs onto my carriage and sits down in front of me. I'm listening to my iPod, but I can still hear they are foreign, and because I had my feet on the seats when they arrived, they started staring at me wawing their hands. I'm too arrogant to acknowladge that sort of behaviour, so I just don't give them the time of day and kept on looking out the window. I think then they got a bit annoyed so they started to talk about me (you notice those sorts of things) and laugh out loud, and when they understood I could hear them through my music, they started talking louder and louder! It went so far I felt like I was being bullied or something!&lt;br /&gt;Bloody Russians.... Don't they know that in England you're supposed to ignore eachother on the tube?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35961011-939794291156222297?l=shellyswede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/feeds/939794291156222297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35961011&amp;postID=939794291156222297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/939794291156222297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/939794291156222297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/2008/03/this-is-england.html' title='This is England'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05817841988431049389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/R6tNoTKggsI/AAAAAAAAAAY/0FNCbEZsrXU/S220/painting21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35961011.post-5932670871398226859</id><published>2008-03-13T14:02:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-03-13T14:15:44.596Z</updated><title type='text'>Toilet-man, where are you?</title><content type='html'>Still waiting for the handy-man to come fix the toilet. Where the fuck IS he?? One would think it would be quite urgent to fix someone's toilet!! I had to go wee in the o'Niels pub on my way to Sainsbury's before.... Embarrasing.&lt;br /&gt;And christ it's become expensive to buy food all of the sudden! £20 for some oats, meat, bread and chocolates! Why is it that all things that are good for you is too expensive for most people? Typical Britain, a country for the elite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My back is really sore now... And I refuse to admit it's probably because I've been sitting slouched by the computer since 8 this morning! I wanna go lay down but I don't want to be in bed when (if!) the toilet-man shows up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35961011-5932670871398226859?l=shellyswede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/feeds/5932670871398226859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35961011&amp;postID=5932670871398226859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/5932670871398226859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/5932670871398226859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/2008/03/toilet-man-where-are-you.html' title='Toilet-man, where are you?'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05817841988431049389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/R6tNoTKggsI/AAAAAAAAAAY/0FNCbEZsrXU/S220/painting21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35961011.post-9111161947987741023</id><published>2008-03-13T09:02:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-03-13T09:12:08.267Z</updated><title type='text'>I'm a sad person today...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/R9jvhyBmlhI/AAAAAAAAACI/F4WIQVruX0c/s1600-h/006+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177151135305602578" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/R9jvhyBmlhI/AAAAAAAAACI/F4WIQVruX0c/s200/006+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Home today again... Actually I don't find it that nice to be home, not when there's noone else here to spend the day with me! I tried to keep Dan in bed this morning, but it didn't work as planned... God I'm glad I have internet to entertain myself with now though! Gonna try to sort out my iPod, time for some new music. But am looking at the CD-pile I've created in front of me, and then I feel dizzy and wanna go to bed and hide from it all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And my camera is being dificult.... gonna try and fix it...... there, fixed. Stupid, old little fuck.... Time for a new one I reckon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I'm gonna keep feeling sorry for myself... And call the handy-man because our toilet is not working...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35961011-9111161947987741023?l=shellyswede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/feeds/9111161947987741023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35961011&amp;postID=9111161947987741023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/9111161947987741023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/9111161947987741023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-sad-person-today.html' title='I&apos;m a sad person today...'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05817841988431049389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/R6tNoTKggsI/AAAAAAAAAAY/0FNCbEZsrXU/S220/painting21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/R9jvhyBmlhI/AAAAAAAAACI/F4WIQVruX0c/s72-c/006+(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35961011.post-7887218743233218319</id><published>2008-03-12T16:52:00.006Z</published><updated>2008-03-12T17:02:29.454Z</updated><title type='text'>Baby's 26th</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/R9gMSyBmlgI/AAAAAAAAACA/ejZHtgKyu00/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/R9gKmiBmleI/AAAAAAAAABw/hnXzfU8fuQ4/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176899428747220450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/R9gKmiBmleI/AAAAAAAAABw/hnXzfU8fuQ4/s200/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is our &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Loveshack&lt;/span&gt;. So maybe not all that bad to have to spend the whole day here...? Cos I'm sick...... I hate being sick. And on baby's borthday?! Not cool.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;But since it was my baby's birthday, I had to do something! We went to the patisserie, our new favourite, and had cake! Then we went to the cinema and saw 'No country for old men'. Not a very good film actually. I wanted to see 'The other Boelyn girl', but baby's choice today obviously.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                                                                                                       &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/R9gL2yBmlfI/AAAAAAAAAB4/YKSbhAKLGIQ/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176900807431722482" style="CURSOR: hand" height="122" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/R9gL2yBmlfI/AAAAAAAAAB4/YKSbhAKLGIQ/s200/002.JPG" width="168" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35961011-7887218743233218319?l=shellyswede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/feeds/7887218743233218319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35961011&amp;postID=7887218743233218319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/7887218743233218319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/7887218743233218319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/2008/03/babys-26th.html' title='Baby&apos;s 26th'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05817841988431049389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/R6tNoTKggsI/AAAAAAAAAAY/0FNCbEZsrXU/S220/painting21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/R9gKmiBmleI/AAAAAAAAABw/hnXzfU8fuQ4/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35961011.post-6647180654746659371</id><published>2008-03-11T20:14:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-11T20:24:59.119Z</updated><title type='text'>Funrun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/R9bo8CBmldI/AAAAAAAAABo/OuzADeUC23M/s1600-h/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176580939742352850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/R9bo8CBmldI/AAAAAAAAABo/OuzADeUC23M/s200/016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My boyfriend just shaped our wood-man like this and said: &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"This is how you look when you run!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meany. Although I do know I have a funny run.... Hilarious probably.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And my cat just winked at me! We have always said he likes me the most.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At work I've been playing a lot of a Nintendo DS-game, so now my wrist hurt and I constantly feel dizzy.... Can I claim compensation...? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I'm getting sick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I can't get sick right now when I have this &lt;em&gt;gorgeous&lt;/em&gt; man sitting available next to me!! Gotta ravage.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35961011-6647180654746659371?l=shellyswede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/feeds/6647180654746659371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35961011&amp;postID=6647180654746659371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/6647180654746659371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/6647180654746659371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/2008/03/funrun.html' title='Funrun'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05817841988431049389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/R6tNoTKggsI/AAAAAAAAAAY/0FNCbEZsrXU/S220/painting21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/R9bo8CBmldI/AAAAAAAAABo/OuzADeUC23M/s72-c/016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35961011.post-8355355763693016025</id><published>2008-03-11T07:35:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-03-11T07:46:14.226Z</updated><title type='text'>Old girls with young boyfriends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/R9Y2QiBmlcI/AAAAAAAAABg/b8edC2Xx6s4/s1600-h/old-ladies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176384479348299202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/R9Y2QiBmlcI/AAAAAAAAABg/b8edC2Xx6s4/s200/old-ladies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;As we were leaving on the shuttle bus to work this morning, these two ladies came running. One with pink hair. They sat down right behind behind me and I could hear they didn't really know eachother all that well. But they started talking about men. Or boyfriends actually...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"So have you had many boyfriends?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Yes, I tend to go for the younger type."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"How young are we talking?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Well.... the last one was 32. But he was married, and that never goes that well. Another I liked, was 22. But he had a girlfriend.... And he didn't seem to take it all so serious. But I've never had any problems with men. Maybe because I've been married most the time."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"I understand they don't like tubby girls."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"But then again, some do...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35961011-8355355763693016025?l=shellyswede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/feeds/8355355763693016025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35961011&amp;postID=8355355763693016025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/8355355763693016025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/8355355763693016025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/2008/03/old-girls-with-young-boyfriends.html' title='Old girls with young boyfriends'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05817841988431049389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/R6tNoTKggsI/AAAAAAAAAAY/0FNCbEZsrXU/S220/painting21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/R9Y2QiBmlcI/AAAAAAAAABg/b8edC2Xx6s4/s72-c/old-ladies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35961011.post-3058787866936172130</id><published>2008-03-10T07:39:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-10T07:46:17.800Z</updated><title type='text'>Don't be ashamed of porn, lady</title><content type='html'>They warned for gail-winds this morning, and god I was tempted to stay in bed...! They said maybe it's a good idea to stay inside, and I could hear the rain and the wind smashing on the window outside the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm at work now so obviously I went anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a woman on the tube this morning reading a small book which she had covered in white paper... Must have been some sort of porn book. Why else would you hide the cover like that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35961011-3058787866936172130?l=shellyswede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/feeds/3058787866936172130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35961011&amp;postID=3058787866936172130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/3058787866936172130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/3058787866936172130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/2008/03/dont-be-ashamed-of-porn-lady.html' title='Don&apos;t be ashamed of porn, lady'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05817841988431049389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/R6tNoTKggsI/AAAAAAAAAAY/0FNCbEZsrXU/S220/painting21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35961011.post-355345949850932249</id><published>2008-03-09T15:20:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-03-09T15:34:58.963Z</updated><title type='text'>My own</title><content type='html'>We finally did it!&lt;br /&gt;We got a laptop!&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/R9QBcCBmlbI/AAAAAAAAABY/i74R5uct3M4/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175763452847101362" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/R9QBcCBmlbI/AAAAAAAAABY/i74R5uct3M4/s200/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our own computer. No more running to the library, or finding an internetcafe, or getting shit from my boss at work for checking my email too much......Now, instead, I can snuggle up in the couch in my pyjama and drink wine till I pass out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've come so far since Christmas come to think of it.&lt;br /&gt;Then, we were living in a cold, damp room with weed-smoking house mates, and the terrible married couple who spoke no English but educated enough to tell us we needed to clean more.&lt;br /&gt;Now, two months later, we own our own furniture, live in our own flat, a trip to Sweden, an upcoming trip to New York in April, real money in our bank accounts, a computer, cat...... What's next? Babies?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35961011-355345949850932249?l=shellyswede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/feeds/355345949850932249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35961011&amp;postID=355345949850932249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/355345949850932249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/355345949850932249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-own.html' title='My own'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05817841988431049389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/R6tNoTKggsI/AAAAAAAAAAY/0FNCbEZsrXU/S220/painting21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/R9QBcCBmlbI/AAAAAAAAABY/i74R5uct3M4/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35961011.post-6018836308015904696</id><published>2008-03-08T14:10:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-08T14:16:19.551Z</updated><title type='text'>Keep it coming!</title><content type='html'>Went out last night for ome drinks. It was nice to be out in a group in a busy place for a a change! Yes, we have become one of those couples who rather stay in cuddeling up in the sofa, than go out with our friends.... Sad, I know.&lt;br /&gt;When &lt;em&gt;are&lt;/em&gt; we actually get over our honeymoon period...? Hopefully never. People are giving us compliments apparently on how cute we are together! Soppy...? Maybe, but who gives a damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm trying to soak up the 'me-time'. But the two days I get just isn't enough. I need Friday to become part of the weekend too!&lt;br /&gt;Soon I'm gonna meet my man in the city, hopefully buy a laptop! Then I wanna go stuff my face in the gorgeous little &lt;em&gt;pattiserie&lt;/em&gt; down the street!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35961011-6018836308015904696?l=shellyswede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/feeds/6018836308015904696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35961011&amp;postID=6018836308015904696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/6018836308015904696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/6018836308015904696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/2008/03/keep-it-coming.html' title='Keep it coming!'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05817841988431049389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/R6tNoTKggsI/AAAAAAAAAAY/0FNCbEZsrXU/S220/painting21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35961011.post-3587512615735622454</id><published>2008-03-07T07:56:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-03-07T12:40:15.551Z</updated><title type='text'>I found something</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/R9E3lSBmlWI/AAAAAAAAAAk/LCzigKQJsqI/s1600-h/klimt_kiss-758578.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174978560458659170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/R9E3lSBmlWI/AAAAAAAAAAk/LCzigKQJsqI/s320/klimt_kiss-758578.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found something on a trip.&lt;br /&gt;A man.&lt;br /&gt;A gorgeous man at that. In all ways.&lt;br /&gt;He's mine and I'm all his.&lt;br /&gt;And even if it would happen that we won't be at eachother's side forever, he will always hold his special, warm place in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me a better person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35961011-3587512615735622454?l=shellyswede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/feeds/3587512615735622454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35961011&amp;postID=3587512615735622454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/3587512615735622454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/3587512615735622454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-found-something.html' title='I found something'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05817841988431049389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/R6tNoTKggsI/AAAAAAAAAAY/0FNCbEZsrXU/S220/painting21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/R9E3lSBmlWI/AAAAAAAAAAk/LCzigKQJsqI/s72-c/klimt_kiss-758578.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35961011.post-4466465986896024128</id><published>2008-03-06T07:43:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-03-06T07:47:26.552Z</updated><title type='text'>Hold me</title><content type='html'>So I find myself prying into other people's lives... Just because mine is boring me.&lt;br /&gt;I lost myself somewhere along the way, everything I used to be and be about. I'm looking for it, it's staring at me, I can feel it.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I come out, and I love it, and I hold it.&lt;br /&gt;These people, they take me, but they don't have me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35961011-4466465986896024128?l=shellyswede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/feeds/4466465986896024128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35961011&amp;postID=4466465986896024128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/4466465986896024128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/4466465986896024128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/2008/03/hold-me.html' title='Hold me'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05817841988431049389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/R6tNoTKggsI/AAAAAAAAAAY/0FNCbEZsrXU/S220/painting21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35961011.post-5506912764419527311</id><published>2007-03-23T10:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-23T11:30:43.193Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='300'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moroccan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='search engine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='K-Fed'/><title type='text'>300</title><content type='html'>Ok, I just found the funniest thing, call it "the story of the day" -&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Federline has created his own search engine, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;http://searchwithkevin.prodege.com/&lt;/span&gt; . When you use it you stand the chance of winning &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fabulous&lt;/span&gt; prizes! How about a signed t-shirt or CD?? Haha, I think I can live without one to be honest...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night me and D went and saw the new movie 300 and I loved it! What a brilliant piece of graphic art! It certainly makes the list over my favourite films.&lt;br /&gt;We also had Moroccan food in a basement, off a golden tray! The food was ridiculously over priced and not that great, but it was nice to relax on the cushions on the floor in a private little corner!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35961011-5506912764419527311?l=shellyswede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/feeds/5506912764419527311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35961011&amp;postID=5506912764419527311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/5506912764419527311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/5506912764419527311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/2007/03/300.html' title='300'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05817841988431049389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/R6tNoTKggsI/AAAAAAAAAAY/0FNCbEZsrXU/S220/painting21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35961011.post-4532574252245089542</id><published>2007-03-22T15:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-22T15:39:50.269Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/RgKjPsYRLVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QZeZnpJYYG8/s1600-h/painting21.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/RgKjPsYRLVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QZeZnpJYYG8/s320/painting21.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044774022614691154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35961011-4532574252245089542?l=shellyswede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/feeds/4532574252245089542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35961011&amp;postID=4532574252245089542' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/4532574252245089542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/4532574252245089542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/2007/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05817841988431049389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/R6tNoTKggsI/AAAAAAAAAAY/0FNCbEZsrXU/S220/painting21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/RgKjPsYRLVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QZeZnpJYYG8/s72-c/painting21.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35961011.post-2104119475246336827</id><published>2007-03-14T14:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-14T16:23:55.443Z</updated><title type='text'>Screw the government</title><content type='html'>So, working my new job now then. So far so good. I just can't wait to learn about it all! I usually don't like the first week or two because I feel like I don't know anything... And I hate not knowing! But here I'll at least have the interest to learn fast! I just get a bit restless, sitting in front of the computer for so long...&lt;br /&gt;Got a task from my boss yesterday, to find 200 of the best blogs in two certain fields, plus 10 possible investors.  Only 20 blogs left and a few VC's...&lt;br /&gt;And we're only four in the office! I quite like it. And they're all nice. &lt;br /&gt;But I feel a bit bad for blogging at work... But surely it must be alright if I don't spend &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;too&lt;/span&gt; much time on it and I finish my tasks in time...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, yeah, spring has officially arrived to the UK! Lovely... But now they're talking about it coming too early and that it's our fault letting too much garbage out. So now they want to tax us on certain things, like extra air-tax and such. I say &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bullshit&lt;/span&gt;! Extra taxes on airfare and only allowed one holiday a year?! They're taking the piss, it's a money making thing for the government. The climate has always been changing, it's been getting warmer and warmer for forever, and I believe it's happening naturally.&lt;br /&gt;Governments makes me so mad...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35961011-2104119475246336827?l=shellyswede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/feeds/2104119475246336827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35961011&amp;postID=2104119475246336827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/2104119475246336827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/2104119475246336827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/2007/03/screw-government.html' title='Screw the government'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05817841988431049389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/R6tNoTKggsI/AAAAAAAAAAY/0FNCbEZsrXU/S220/painting21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35961011.post-8257851440556916675</id><published>2007-03-08T18:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-08T18:09:17.316Z</updated><title type='text'>I got a new job today</title><content type='html'>I haven't been so happy for a long time - I got a new job. I've been dreaming for a job like this for ages too. I'm going to work in an office for a new company in the City and it's in the field that I want to build a career in aswell - web designing and media! All that's missing is the graphic design... But that can always come later!&lt;br /&gt;I am thrilled to finally have a monthly salary, now finally I can start budgeting. And it will definately be enough for me and D to be able to move to a more attractive area in London at last! I've been thinking about Fulham lately, or Hammersmith, but I'm sort of missing Maida Vale a bit aswell....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm loving life right now!&lt;/em&gt; Tonight we're celebrating! (Actually we're celebrating the whole weekend I think! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35961011-8257851440556916675?l=shellyswede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/feeds/8257851440556916675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35961011&amp;postID=8257851440556916675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/8257851440556916675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/8257851440556916675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-got-new-job-today.html' title='I got a new job today'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05817841988431049389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/R6tNoTKggsI/AAAAAAAAAAY/0FNCbEZsrXU/S220/painting21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35961011.post-8722714831630044107</id><published>2007-02-26T13:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-26T13:46:38.679Z</updated><title type='text'>Verbier</title><content type='html'>Was up in the Swiss mountains this weekend, in Verbier, a skiresort. It was amazingly beautiful up there and so great to see and feel snow again! Didn't get to ski though, had no time for that since we had to work both nights in a nightclub. Didn't make as much money as I had hoped though since when you convert the Swiss francs to British pounds, you get almost nothing... So all that traveling for nothing, I'm so tired of having to travel all the time. No more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35961011-8722714831630044107?l=shellyswede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/feeds/8722714831630044107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35961011&amp;postID=8722714831630044107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/8722714831630044107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/8722714831630044107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/2007/02/verbier.html' title='Verbier'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05817841988431049389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/R6tNoTKggsI/AAAAAAAAAAY/0FNCbEZsrXU/S220/painting21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35961011.post-418572041480338995</id><published>2007-02-21T17:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-21T18:02:04.603Z</updated><title type='text'>I'm going skiing??</title><content type='html'>Guess where I am going over the weekend. To a famous exclusive ski-resort in Switzerland. Don't know how I got there but my boss thought I deserved to go! Me and one other girl are going, all expenses paid, from Friday to Sunday to work in this club, giving people massages. I'm excited but nervous at the same time. Don't really want to go either, I mean, I just got back to the UK! It's just a bit sudden... But it should be fun. But I don't have any winter clothes. I left them all behind when we moved to South Africa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and D have also fought about who gets to go to see The Killers this Saturday at Wembley stadium with one of our good mates who has 2 tickets. I guess he gets to go now then as I am off skiing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise London's awesome. Trying to get used to it again though as life here gets quite hectic. So much going on I sometimes feel like just hiding in my bed all day. Sitting on an internet cafe now in Baker Street and there is so much life going on here! This time of day it's mostly residents, wich is alright to handle, but during the days Baker Street is an absolut nightmare! With all the tourists that are running around confused, it gets messy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35961011-418572041480338995?l=shellyswede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/feeds/418572041480338995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35961011&amp;postID=418572041480338995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/418572041480338995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/418572041480338995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/2007/02/im-going-skiing.html' title='I&apos;m going skiing??'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05817841988431049389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/R6tNoTKggsI/AAAAAAAAAAY/0FNCbEZsrXU/S220/painting21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35961011.post-117163710291922117</id><published>2007-02-16T14:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-16T14:45:02.926Z</updated><title type='text'>Cheap date</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1614/4011/1600/758650/PICT0079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1614/4011/320/563505/PICT0079.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's our new house. I like those old style British houses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called my old boss today and it looks as if I can start working next week already. He told me there is heaps of work for me, both day- and nightwork. Not looking forward to it that much but it will be nice to earn some good money again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we met one of D's old mates from high school, he's over from Portugal for a week. He's very nice. We had a few beers and I got drunk after only 2. Gosh, that's tragic... Got to get used to the whole drinking thing again. But at least it doesn't cost us a lot of money that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun is actually shining here today. London looks so beautiful when the sun is out. And I'm spending the day on Kilburn high road again... But everything I need is right here and very cheap. Haven't been in to the centre yet and I can't go until D's off work on Monday otherwise he'd probably get mad! He's been dieing to see Piccadilly for so long now. I've been dieing to go to Camden for so long! But I wan to go there with money so that I can buy stuff for our home. Went to IKEA yesterday and bought some stuff. Love IKEA! Feel right at home. And I got so happy when I saw they had Swedish food to buy aswell! Sw. caviar and meatballs and rosehip soup and "dammsugare"-cookies! Definately going back there soon again with D.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35961011-117163710291922117?l=shellyswede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/feeds/117163710291922117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35961011&amp;postID=117163710291922117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/117163710291922117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/117163710291922117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/2007/02/cheap-date.html' title='Cheap date'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05817841988431049389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/R6tNoTKggsI/AAAAAAAAAAY/0FNCbEZsrXU/S220/painting21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35961011.post-117146975558942080</id><published>2007-02-14T16:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-14T16:15:55.600Z</updated><title type='text'>Back home</title><content type='html'>Now I'm in London. And I'm happier than I've been for almost a year! It feels so incredibly good to be back... Now I can finally do my own thing and be my self again. It's exciting and cool and it's my home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D went through the passport control fine and quick at Gatwick, he even went to the line for the EU citizens!  So now he's just a few years away from becoming a British citizen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed at a hostel in Kensal Green the first night back. Shared a room with 2 drunk Italians but it was ok. Met up with our 2 best friends here for a few beers in Shepherd's Bush and then we went and viewed a house in dodgy Wood Green. But we ended up taking a room in Willesden Junction instead and we moved in last night. It's alright and only temporary, we will look for a nicer place more central in a couple of months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D's working today already which is good becouse we need the money. I'll probably only start working next week or the week after. Not looking forward to that at all.... Will look for another part-time job aswell as my nightjob, the more money the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm headed out to Kilburn High Road to buy some food for the house, roses for D, haircolour and maybe a hat!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35961011-117146975558942080?l=shellyswede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/feeds/117146975558942080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35961011&amp;postID=117146975558942080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/117146975558942080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/117146975558942080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/2007/02/back-home.html' title='Back home'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05817841988431049389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/R6tNoTKggsI/AAAAAAAAAAY/0FNCbEZsrXU/S220/painting21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35961011.post-117001542670087162</id><published>2007-01-28T19:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-28T20:17:06.753Z</updated><title type='text'>last day</title><content type='html'>Last day at work today. Pretty soft. Also our last day with a car. The German's are moving out tomorrow and they're taking the car with them. Our friends from the UK have one though so maybe we can phone them if we want to do something.&lt;br /&gt;Looking for good and cheap hostels in London for us to stay in for the first few days. But damn they're expensive! Really not looking forward to charing a room and bunkbeds with 20 other people either... God I wish we find a flat quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also last day I'll be able to "surf good waves" so to speak. I'm going back to the same place as I first started my SA-vacation, Carletonville. Might be able to check emails once or twice, otherwise - see you in London next!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35961011-117001542670087162?l=shellyswede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/feeds/117001542670087162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35961011&amp;postID=117001542670087162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/117001542670087162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/117001542670087162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/2007/01/last-day.html' title='last day'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05817841988431049389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/R6tNoTKggsI/AAAAAAAAAAY/0FNCbEZsrXU/S220/painting21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35961011.post-116992422884723959</id><published>2007-01-27T18:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-27T18:57:08.893Z</updated><title type='text'>We're getting babies!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1614/4011/1600/185741/57448985_ddcef93817.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1614/4011/200/184502/57448985_ddcef93817.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;D and I have descided that we want to get ourselfs a few housemates when we move in to our own place in London. Two kittens and one puppy Dalmation! I am still reading about the Dalmations and some say they make very easygoing pets, while some say it's not for a first time dog owner. But then again, a baby is probably the hardest thing to have, and you could never say it's not for "1st time mother's". It's something you learn along the way, to keep a pet or a baby. But the kittens are descided for sure! I have been longing for a pet for so long now... I miss my cat back home in Sweden.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have also descided that I want a red convertible Mini Cooper Sport! Haha. Except I can't drive on the left-handside of the road in London anyway... I'll have D to drive me around perhaps!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tonight I am so upset that I couldn't come with D and his friends, who are down from Pretoria, to Camps Bay and drink coctails by the beach! They are only down here untill Monday and so it will probably be the same shit tomorrow. At least it's my last day at work tomorrow afternoon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Two nights ago we had our London friends over at the house for drinks and a brai. Started off drinking by the pool, amazingly cool. Then we had drinks again yesterday then with the Pretoria friends. I don't enjoy drinking that much anymore so I didn't have much on either of the nights. Won't wake up with the dreaded hangover that way then like D did!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Only 3 days left in Cape Town now. I don't really feel sad about it. At all. But rather quite relieved... No matter what the weather's like in the UK, I'm sure I will feel a lot happier there than here.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2 things I am going to buy here and bring back to London? - Roiboos tea and Pro-nutro breakfast! Yum&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35961011-116992422884723959?l=shellyswede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/feeds/116992422884723959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35961011&amp;postID=116992422884723959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/116992422884723959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/116992422884723959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/2007/01/were-getting-babies.html' title='We&apos;re getting babies!'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05817841988431049389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/R6tNoTKggsI/AAAAAAAAAAY/0FNCbEZsrXU/S220/painting21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35961011.post-116966129233526394</id><published>2007-01-24T17:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-24T17:54:52.363Z</updated><title type='text'>CV, 35 dgrs, beer</title><content type='html'>I'm trying to write up a CV. Again. I never finish them becouse I don't like them. How can I make a CV good with barely any education and only petty little jobs that I've gone back and forth to? What do I write about IbizaAngels? And the paintball job?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we had 35 degrees outside with barely any wind. And ofcourse we had to drive for over an hour to get my passport stamped with the extention of my visa... And ofcourse we don't have air-con in the car. At least I got to swim in the pool for a little while today and stand in the sea for 3 minutes between the visa appointment and work...&lt;br /&gt;And I got up to the office and the air-con didn't work properly becouse of the heat, and my chocolate melted and so did my cheese on my sandwiches (which is not entirely a bad thing).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did take some pictures today, of the beach and some townships that we drove past, and I was going to put them up here but I forgot the camera cabel... And the first couple of hours we didn't have internet at work, thought it would have been for the whole 8 hours, but thank god it came back! Otherwise I'd have played Solitaire the whole night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After D dropped me off at work this afternoon, he had to wait 2 hours before he could pick the Germans up. And when they finally came they wanted to wait a while until the traffic calmed down. So they went to a bar and bought him 2 beers! How long I've waited for a cold beer in a pub.... And now the fucken Germans takes D there! I'm so jelous right now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35961011-116966129233526394?l=shellyswede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/feeds/116966129233526394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35961011&amp;postID=116966129233526394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/116966129233526394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/116966129233526394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/2007/01/cv-35-dgrs-beer.html' title='CV, 35 dgrs, beer'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05817841988431049389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/R6tNoTKggsI/AAAAAAAAAAY/0FNCbEZsrXU/S220/painting21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35961011.post-116955105375219191</id><published>2007-01-23T10:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-23T11:17:33.796Z</updated><title type='text'>I'm gonna study!</title><content type='html'>I might have descided finally, but am prepared for a change of hearts fairly soon.... I am going to study Graphic Design! It has cought my attention and my affection (can I say that about a subject?) and I find it very beautiful. Or maybe just study that sort of design and then get into Web Design, I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;So do I do it in London then? Is that expensive? Which school? When do I start? How do I do it at the same time as I work? So many questions, it almost puts me straight off studying again...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we have to wait 2 hours for the Germans to finish work so we're going to go to one of Clifton's beaches and sit on the beach for a while. It's like a mini-paradise there... Then a couple of people are coming over to view the flat, and then we're off to the cinema to see Blood Diamond! D has been dying to see it.And after today I only have 3 more shifts at work! Cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish everyone in London who new me and D a year ago, could see us now and how great we have become. The people that used to doubt us and think that we wouldn't last. Now WE are the ones that is lasting, when everybody else is breaking up! I wasn't as bad as everybody thought I was. It used to be very hurtful to hear that my "friends" were going behind my back trying to make D realise how bad I was for him, well, who's laughing now bitches! Haha, screw you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing I'm gonna do when I get back to London? Go to a pub and have a pint of beer! Looking forward to it most of all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35961011-116955105375219191?l=shellyswede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/feeds/116955105375219191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35961011&amp;postID=116955105375219191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/116955105375219191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/116955105375219191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-gonna-study.html' title='I&apos;m gonna study!'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05817841988431049389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/R6tNoTKggsI/AAAAAAAAAAY/0FNCbEZsrXU/S220/painting21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35961011.post-116939626222207566</id><published>2007-01-21T16:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-21T16:20:25.843Z</updated><title type='text'>CokaCola vs. Pepsi</title><content type='html'>Cape Town today is &lt;em&gt;hot hot hot. &lt;/em&gt;Barely no wind and sun that makes your skin boil! I don't want to complain, but it's a bit too hot... People can never just be happy with what they have!&lt;br /&gt;Me and D went down to the beach to cool off in the sea but the water was colder than ever! I have never been in water that cold it made our skin hurt. So we didn't stay long but went swimming in the pool instead where the water was absolutely &lt;em&gt;puurrrrrfect&lt;/em&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this funny thing on perezhilton.com where he posted a picture of Kate Moss drinking &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Coke&lt;/span&gt; and he said "Wouldn't you just think she'd at least switch to &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Pepsi&lt;/span&gt;???". I thought that was pretty funny...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35961011-116939626222207566?l=shellyswede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/feeds/116939626222207566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35961011&amp;postID=116939626222207566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/116939626222207566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/116939626222207566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/2007/01/cokacola-vs-pepsi.html' title='CokaCola vs. Pepsi'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05817841988431049389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/R6tNoTKggsI/AAAAAAAAAAY/0FNCbEZsrXU/S220/painting21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35961011.post-116931517298336277</id><published>2007-01-20T17:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-20T17:46:12.996Z</updated><title type='text'>punch me</title><content type='html'>I realised today that I've been acting really silly lately. But I get like this when I'm not happy, every little thing I blow up, and I start creating problems in my head. We are very unhappy with our situation and in South Africa at the moment, D and I, and becouse we only have eachother right now, we become eachother's punchbags. He said to me today that I never smile anymore, all I do is sleep and work. It's so true, but I rather waste a few extra hours sleeping, than wasting them in front of some stupid show on tv. We are even bored with the beach, we hardly ever go there anymore.&lt;br /&gt;But we are leaving soon, and that's why we don't deal with things and try and make it better. That's why we haven't made any friends here, and that's why we don't have any money.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder how things would have been if D didn't get his visa... We would have stayed here permanently and then would things be different? I think I would have gone mad if we stayed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I read that Hillary Clinton is running for president. I like her, and I liked Bill. She would make an awesome president, I'm sure!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I also read that Hugh Heffner wants to be a dad again. With one of the 3 playbunnies from the show on Mtv! I must admit I watched that show from time to time and I find it quite funny. This girl is also my favourite one of the three!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Then I saw an atricle about this guy who had lost 4 kilo's by playing tv games for just 30 minutes a day. I find that hard to believe. It would probably be becouse of something else - maybe he didn't eat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35961011-116931517298336277?l=shellyswede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/feeds/116931517298336277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35961011&amp;postID=116931517298336277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/116931517298336277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/116931517298336277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/2007/01/punch-me.html' title='punch me'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05817841988431049389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/R6tNoTKggsI/AAAAAAAAAAY/0FNCbEZsrXU/S220/painting21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35961011.post-116917791722937211</id><published>2007-01-19T03:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-19T03:38:37.240Z</updated><title type='text'>a wasted day</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;   "It's a sin to be tired." /Kate Moss&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sure it is, becouse then you will be considered boring. And I've been tired constantly rescently... I want to feel normal again and have energy during the days! But becouse I'm always tired I never want to do anything and I become very tired and unhappy.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is my last night shift though, maybe that will help things. But then when I get back to London I will do it again... At least then I don't have to stay up all night, just till 3am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I got a warning at work. I hate that, I feel so embarrased... I like to be good at what I do and I hate it when I make mistakes. I had said something to a player that I wasn't aloud to speak about, but in my defence, I didn't know about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I didn't do anything. Becouse I worked night last night aswell, I slept till 4pm, then D woke me up and I went with him to pick up the bloody Germans. Then I pretty much went back to sleep, and then back to work. What a waste of a day...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35961011-116917791722937211?l=shellyswede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/feeds/116917791722937211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35961011&amp;postID=116917791722937211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/116917791722937211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/116917791722937211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/2007/01/wasted-day.html' title='a wasted day'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05817841988431049389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/R6tNoTKggsI/AAAAAAAAAAY/0FNCbEZsrXU/S220/painting21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35961011.post-116908815615559196</id><published>2007-01-18T02:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-18T02:42:36.166Z</updated><title type='text'>McNaght(y)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1614/4011/1600/770964/bilen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1614/4011/200/514306/bilen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Watching a video clip from a Tiesto consert in Rio and it looks absolutely amazing. A new goal to add to the list - go to Rio.&lt;br /&gt;   Haha, also found this picture on the news of a car parked outside a hospital!&lt;br /&gt;   And I also read that our Swedish prince got stopped by the police on the airport in America when he flew in becouse he had forgotten his passport in Venezuela and the police didn't believe him when he said "I'm Swedish royalty"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night when the sun set, D and I saw a comet by the horizon. It's called McNaught and apparantly it's the brightest one we've been able to see for 30 years. And it's made from ice! It got discovered last year and it got us talking - if scientists would discover that a comet would hit the earth in a years time, would they tell us? I don't think so. We would have chaos. Would want to know? I wouldn't....I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn it's hard to have a pleasant night at work... I have my headsets on but the French guy next to me can hear my music, and I can hear his, so he keeps turning up his radio. And he's singing aswell... Right now I want to rip his head off and throw him out the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I talking about D too much? He keeps telling me that whenever he goes to a party and I'm not there, I'm all he ever speaks about. I want to do the same to him, and I want to shout out to everyone that I'm his! I am so proud to be his girlfriend... I feel, I know I am, so lucky to have him. But he has become a bit of a cleanfreak at home, he can't stop cleaning. But that's not all bad!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35961011-116908815615559196?l=shellyswede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/feeds/116908815615559196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35961011&amp;postID=116908815615559196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/116908815615559196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/116908815615559196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/2007/01/mcnaghty.html' title='McNaght(y)'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05817841988431049389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/R6tNoTKggsI/AAAAAAAAAAY/0FNCbEZsrXU/S220/painting21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35961011.post-116897656625435711</id><published>2007-01-16T19:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-16T19:42:46.276Z</updated><title type='text'>Illegal foreigner</title><content type='html'>That's what I am today, an illegal foreigner in South Africa. I got to the home affairs and it was so African; green walls, sweaty, slow... They crapped me out at first asking me why I had waited so long before extending my visa, it expired yesterday. I wasn't planning on extending it at all becouse I knew it costs a lot of money. But then how was I gonna be able to fly to Johannesburg? They gave us a &lt;strong&gt;R1000 fine&lt;/strong&gt; and we had to pay R425 for the extention. Shit, we can't afford that right now! But there was a judge next door and so we went to her and asked her to lower the fine, and she wrote off the whole thing! What a nice lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we were sitting bored at home so we went and bought a bottle of &lt;strong&gt;vodka&lt;/strong&gt; and some diet coke and then we went to the beach and started drinking. We got so pissed.... I can't even remember half the evening. D told me today that we went swimming, the water was lovely yesterday, but I was too drunk to stand, I'm glad I didn't drown! Then I kept falling over on the way home, then we spoke to some neighbour, and this morning I found the bathroom in a total mess. D can't remember anything that happened from the time we got home to when we went to bed. I must have made a fool out of myself, but at least we had a very good time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35961011-116897656625435711?l=shellyswede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/feeds/116897656625435711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35961011&amp;postID=116897656625435711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/116897656625435711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/116897656625435711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/2007/01/illegal-foreigner.html' title='Illegal foreigner'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05817841988431049389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/R6tNoTKggsI/AAAAAAAAAAY/0FNCbEZsrXU/S220/painting21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35961011.post-116877938358681012</id><published>2007-01-14T12:28:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-01-14T12:56:23.596Z</updated><title type='text'>America's the new terrorists</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://newsfeed.tcm.ie/images/people/judelawsiennamillerPA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://newsfeed.tcm.ie/images/people/judelawsiennamillerPA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah, work is just pissing me off lately, peple just won't shut up and they behave like kids. And kids are not allowed to gamble online so clearly they are all grown ups. I wish I could turn off all their chats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning on the news they were going over to "the American terror" and that is really what it has become. America is the new terrorists and Bush is the dictator. Now I think it's our responsibility to stop them, instead we are just watching, wondering what will happen next. Just becouse America is a great power, doesn't mean that they can do whatever they want and make their own decisions about what's right and what's wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've fallen in love all over again, with the same man, for the 30th time. It's wonderful and I love him and I can't see myself with anybody else. I watched a clip of Sienna Miller and Jude Law before and it struck me how much me and D look like them! Except, obviously we are not them, so our lovestory will hopefully not end the same way...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35961011-116877938358681012?l=shellyswede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/feeds/116877938358681012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35961011&amp;postID=116877938358681012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/116877938358681012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/116877938358681012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/2007/01/americas-new-terrorists.html' title='America&apos;s the new terrorists'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05817841988431049389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/R6tNoTKggsI/AAAAAAAAAAY/0FNCbEZsrXU/S220/painting21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35961011.post-116877852758167079</id><published>2007-01-14T12:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-14T12:42:07.593Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Blah, work is just pissing me off lately, peple just won't shut up and they behave like kids. And kids are not allowed to gamble online so clearly they are all grown ups. I wish I could turn off all their chats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning on the news they were going over to "the American terror" and that is really what it has become. America is the new terrorists&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35961011-116877852758167079?l=shellyswede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/feeds/116877852758167079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35961011&amp;postID=116877852758167079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/116877852758167079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/116877852758167079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/2007/01/blah-work-is-just-pissing-me-off.html' title=''/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05817841988431049389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/R6tNoTKggsI/AAAAAAAAAAY/0FNCbEZsrXU/S220/painting21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35961011.post-116848793748633853</id><published>2007-01-11T03:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-11T03:58:57.493Z</updated><title type='text'>the Young Vic</title><content type='html'>Ok, enough Gumtree browsing for one night. But found quite a few ads for places that sounded really good. But I also found a warning posted by someone warning about certain agencies. I was planning on joining one once back, but now I might not then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Dan, I woke him up this morning at 3am becouse he had gotten an email from some guy who wanted to see him about a play. But when I read out the email D said "But that's in London", shit yeah, the Vic is in London. Shame, he couldn't go to that one then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the sun is rising again, it's beautiful. One hour left at work but that's always the longest hour. And, yeeey, we've got the flat by ourselfs this weekend! The Germans went up to Kreuger Park to get us a pet lion!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35961011-116848793748633853?l=shellyswede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/feeds/116848793748633853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35961011&amp;postID=116848793748633853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/116848793748633853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/116848793748633853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/2007/01/young-vic.html' title='the Young Vic'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05817841988431049389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/R6tNoTKggsI/AAAAAAAAAAY/0FNCbEZsrXU/S220/painting21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35961011.post-116834025487067329</id><published>2007-01-09T10:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-09T10:57:34.960Z</updated><title type='text'>Summer's back</title><content type='html'>Today the heat finally came back. So this afternoon I will spend a few hours on the beach and get back my colour!&lt;br /&gt;   I don't like doing the morning shift at work, there's too many people and too much yaddering. Bet they're all really jelous on me becouse of the job I'm doing, which is to surf the net and do fun stuff online! Haha&lt;br /&gt;   I don't like living with the German people, the language abrrier is cousing so much irritation from me and D. I hope they don't realise... And since they own half the car now, they wanna go half on cleaning the engine. D went to a garage today and they said it would be R100 to get it fixed, and so we are gonna tell the Gremans that it's actually R200! Feel a bit bad doing that, but it's really not our problem to get it fixed as they are the new owners of the car. They are just paying half now and half in a couple of weeks. I can't wait to get rid of the car! And now I don't want to buy a car again until I can afford a brand new one and I really need it. But I don't think that's gonna happen any time soon as we are going to live in London.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   This morning I watched a bit of the news as I was making my lunch for work, and a reporter came on to do a story which I can't remember what it was about, but that's not important anyway. I couldn't understand a word of what she was saying!! She kept talking for about 5 minutes and during that time I think I picked up 3 words. I just can't understand how they can hire someone to do the English news on tv when they don't even freakin speak English! It's all becouse of this stupid "affermative action". It is not even a good idea on paper, and it's definately not working! It only takes the country in the wrong direction, the country is going through so many changes (and fast!), but they are all in the wrong direction!&lt;br /&gt;  D got a bit mad at me yesterday when we were cooking dinner and said "You don't even like this country a little bit, do you?!". Well....no...not very much.... I wanted to! Before I came to South Africa I thought I was going to one of the greatest countries in the world and I was very much looking forward to it. But now it's changed and I would only consider coming back here for a short vacation.... Sorry D.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35961011-116834025487067329?l=shellyswede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/feeds/116834025487067329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35961011&amp;postID=116834025487067329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/116834025487067329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/116834025487067329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/2007/01/summers-back.html' title='Summer&apos;s back'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05817841988431049389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/R6tNoTKggsI/AAAAAAAAAAY/0FNCbEZsrXU/S220/painting21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35961011.post-116806685204447855</id><published>2007-01-06T06:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-06T07:00:52.083Z</updated><title type='text'>YouTube</title><content type='html'>How good is YouTube?!&lt;br /&gt;Brilliant... I just discovered it now. I mean, I've heard about it before, people braging about it, but I had never watched it. And now, finally, I found fotage of the fireworks in London on new years eve, and Faithless new song (my new favourite) "bombs". I'm definitely buying his new cd as soon as I can afford it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much heaven so much hell so much love so much pain so much more than i thought that this world could ever contain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning when D was driving me in to work, we stopped at a red-light in this dodgy area and this black dude was crossing the street. When the green-light came on, D said to me that he had been a bit wary of this guy and had prepaired to accellerate off quickly just in case. Then I wanted to say to him, but stopped myself, that I don't wanna live in a country where you have to lock your cardoor when your driving so that noone can try and hijack you, and where you don't have to stop at a red-light at night if it looks unsafe, and where you worry ever time you're on the road that someone might run right in to you, and where you can't leave anything outside your house at night (tables, chairs a.s.o) becouse someone will probably steal it.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna live in a safe place where I don't have to be scared to walk on my own or have to worry about other people trying to do me harm in any way.&lt;br /&gt;Sure, London might not be thought of as the safest place on earth, but I can honestly say that I have never felt scared or intiminated there ever. I feel completely protected, free and safe there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, right before the alarm went off at half past 5, I heard noise from the road outside. I could hear it was blacks and it sounded like they were having a streetparty or something! They were singing and shouting and laughing, and I asked D what it was all about, and he said "it's probably the garbage truck" Haaah, asinging garbage truck?! But it might not be so far fetched, they do lay in the back on the garbage as they are driving... Wierdos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35961011-116806685204447855?l=shellyswede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/feeds/116806685204447855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35961011&amp;postID=116806685204447855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/116806685204447855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/116806685204447855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/2007/01/youtube.html' title='YouTube'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05817841988431049389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/R6tNoTKggsI/AAAAAAAAAAY/0FNCbEZsrXU/S220/painting21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35961011.post-116799527184140577</id><published>2007-01-05T10:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-05T11:07:52.256Z</updated><title type='text'>my S.A. blog init</title><content type='html'>I really can't wait to leave now! Missing London so much. And I can't help myself to look for Swedes in London or rescent photos taken in the city. But it just makes my heartache worse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a lot of thinking, I now think we've descided to look for a place in Hampstead; Hampstead Heath, for example, is so nice... And the park. It's like a little suburb but still very central. Perfect. But D might still be quite fond of Maida Vale, but I found it rather boring. It was pretty and all, and so easy and quick to get to and from the city from there. But hardly any restaurants and bars... Which is so important! There was "E-bar" which was very nice but boring becouse we've been there so many times, and then there were a pub, which was soooo dodgy.... Then a few really expensive little French cafes and such, which were really quite nice but cost way too much for what you actually got. I suppose, after all, Warwick Avenue is a very posh area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nownow, this is supposed to be a "South African blog", I am after all still in S.A.&lt;br /&gt;But not much is happening down here at the moment. It's all really quiet becouse it's right after the holidays. And me and D still don't have enough money to splash out with, despite selling half the car and sharing rent with the Germans. It's all for London. And today we are buying D's planeticket.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I slept until 3pm becouse I only got home at half past 7am after a nightshift. Then D came and woke me up with food in bed (as always!) and he had gotten me some magazines from the library. Then we descided to be just a little bit good today and get some exercise, so we took a long walk on the bach before the sun set. Then I watched a movie and then back to sleep. I sleep a lot. It might make the time to go quicker.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35961011-116799527184140577?l=shellyswede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/feeds/116799527184140577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35961011&amp;postID=116799527184140577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/116799527184140577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/116799527184140577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-sa-blog-init.html' title='my S.A. blog init'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05817841988431049389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/R6tNoTKggsI/AAAAAAAAAAY/0FNCbEZsrXU/S220/painting21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35961011.post-116788361558440701</id><published>2007-01-04T03:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-04T04:06:55.593Z</updated><title type='text'>Moon-set</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1614/4011/1600/260051/PICT0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1614/4011/320/321594/PICT0007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I took this photo just 5 minutes ago from work. On the other side of the office the sun is rising over Africa. And next to me sits a slumbering african.&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long night at work but still I'm not very tired. Seems like as if I just don't get tired in front of a computer. As soon as I get in to the car after work though, I become a zombie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we had our first brai in the house with the German couple that just moved in with us for January. They're nice people but speak little english which can be a bit irritating sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise all is cool, not much happening at the moment as we are saving all our money for London. So we mostly just stay at home or kill some good hours on the beach. Sometimes, when we're lucky, the currant comes from the Indian ocean which makes it a bit warmer than if it comes from the Atlantic, and then it's really nice to jump in the water! And today we went looking for shark teeth on the beach! Heard that you sometimes can find them there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35961011-116788361558440701?l=shellyswede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/feeds/116788361558440701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35961011&amp;postID=116788361558440701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/116788361558440701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/116788361558440701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/2007/01/moon-set.html' title='Moon-set'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05817841988431049389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/R6tNoTKggsI/AAAAAAAAAAY/0FNCbEZsrXU/S220/painting21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35961011.post-116769616217447410</id><published>2007-01-01T23:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-02T00:02:42.223Z</updated><title type='text'>Dupree's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1614/4011/1600/766974/kate-moss-ring.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1614/4011/320/401151/kate-moss-ring.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate Moss is presumably getting married today in Thailand. Good for her. But I wanna see her ring! And her dress! And her hair.... Apparently it's gonna be a bohemian beach-wedding. How lovely..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't slept that much today and here I am once again on a nightshift, so no slep tonight again.... I got home yesterday morning and our friends were still at our house partying just as much as they did when I left them. No sleep for them either! They don't need it. They wanted me to party along with them, but I said no and went straight to bed. Couldn't sleep though... Don't know why, but I have been so stressed lately that my body just shuts off; I can't do anything.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Our friends have now turned in to 2 Dupree's ("you, me and Dupree"; someone who's overstaying a welcome) - they have been at our place all night and all morning, and now they are staying over becouse the one is too tired to drive them home. Ok, fair enough, rather them being safe, but it becomes too much when they are taking over our couch and the remote control and eating our food with the question "Is your bread fresh?" instead of "Do you mind if I have some toast?". Haha, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rain has finally gone and today we had lovely sunshine again. And Thank God it's a new year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35961011-116769616217447410?l=shellyswede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/feeds/116769616217447410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35961011&amp;postID=116769616217447410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/116769616217447410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/116769616217447410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/2007/01/duprees.html' title='Dupree&apos;s'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05817841988431049389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/R6tNoTKggsI/AAAAAAAAAAY/0FNCbEZsrXU/S220/painting21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35961011.post-116762017012732266</id><published>2007-01-01T02:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-01T02:56:10.140Z</updated><title type='text'>a bit better</title><content type='html'>Ok, it feels a little bit better now when the music has died down and all... And I phoned Dan and he had only had a couple of glasses of wine, and that makes me feel a bit better aswell. He said that when we get back to London I can take a little vacation if I want.... :)  Becouse I'm working now when I should really have vacation, and he's not. Cute offer, maybe I will take it up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm busy looking for new friends in London for when I get back. I need girlfriends!! My only girlfriend in England is going to Russia and China for a year and all my other friends are guys... I miss having girlfriends, but I've always just gotten along so much better with guys.&lt;br /&gt;But it's a new year and it's time to make some changes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35961011-116762017012732266?l=shellyswede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/feeds/116762017012732266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35961011&amp;postID=116762017012732266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/116762017012732266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/116762017012732266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/2007/01/bit-better.html' title='a bit better'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05817841988431049389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/R6tNoTKggsI/AAAAAAAAAAY/0FNCbEZsrXU/S220/painting21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35961011.post-116760813598061785</id><published>2006-12-31T22:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-31T23:35:37.046Z</updated><title type='text'>Worst NYE ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1614/4011/1600/817339/PICT0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1614/4011/320/865022/PICT0004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, worst new years ever. I'm fucken working! Stuck in the office when everybody else i out partying. It sucks! I can even hear the music from the streetpartys from up here... At least I could go out quickly to the balcony and take that picture of some fireworks from the Waterfront.&lt;br /&gt;And Dan went to a party. I hate to say that I don't like him to go to a party, but without me on new years eve?! Allow me to be upset.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm stuck up here until 7 in the morning, trying to listen to the radio but can't hear anything else but the numnut's opera on his extremely loud headsets! AND he's singing along! Try to imagine how that sounds.&lt;br /&gt;This sucks big time.... Feeling very sorry for myself right now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my friends wanna be nice and says that tomorrow we should have a brai (bbq) for lunch so that I can get to celebrate a bit with them. But hey! I'm working til 7, do you really think I will be up for celebrating then?!&lt;br /&gt;God I wanna cry and dissappear from the world until February 10th. Or Feb 11th even so I don't have to remember the flight between Johannesburg and London..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I'm trying to find some NY-celebrations live online, but can't find any! Useless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35961011-116760813598061785?l=shellyswede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/feeds/116760813598061785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35961011&amp;postID=116760813598061785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/116760813598061785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/116760813598061785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/2007/01/worst-nye-ever.html' title='Worst NYE ever'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05817841988431049389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/R6tNoTKggsI/AAAAAAAAAAY/0FNCbEZsrXU/S220/painting21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35961011.post-116747193426083756</id><published>2006-12-30T08:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-30T09:45:34.383Z</updated><title type='text'>NYE?</title><content type='html'>Okey so Saddam is dead now then? Hanged even! Wow.... Got mixed feelings about it, I do think he got what he deserves but at the same time I don't think it was quite right to kill him. Isn't this going to make him a martyr??&lt;br /&gt;But my life is far too overfilled with other things for me to think about fucken Saddam Hussein! So enough about that bastard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've got friends over from England that we met up with last night. Suffering for it today though.... I just can't handle that much alcohol anymore. I blame the altitude. I can barely remember having sex!&lt;br /&gt;Still trying to figure out what to do for NY eve... Might have to work, but NY is overrated anyway. Don't think I'll mind sitting in the office this year at midnight, have had way too many NY dissappointments. But to work would be another one aswell I suppose...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35961011-116747193426083756?l=shellyswede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/feeds/116747193426083756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35961011&amp;postID=116747193426083756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/116747193426083756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/116747193426083756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/2006/12/nye.html' title='NYE?'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05817841988431049389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/R6tNoTKggsI/AAAAAAAAAAY/0FNCbEZsrXU/S220/painting21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35961011.post-116724246768464992</id><published>2006-12-27T17:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-27T18:01:07.706Z</updated><title type='text'>Next years x-mas wish</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1614/4011/1600/284098/PICT0255.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1614/4011/320/29999/PICT0255.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Arvid and I cuddeling in the couch...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck I'm so bored, don't know if that's why I have a stomach ache at the moment. It's just not what I'm used to at all; not having anything to do. There is absolutely nothing going on here in Cape Town! And it's driving me mad! Maybe it could have something to do with not having any money aswell, becouse if we did we could at least go out for dinners and such once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X-mas was good though. We spent the day out in the sun and went for a swim in the sea. And all of the sudden it was busy busy on the beach - it was filled with black people and 2 whites! Where did they come from..?&lt;br /&gt;Then we went home and mr.D cooked the xmas-dinner with chicken and potatoes, we ate heaps of chocolate and then we opened the presents which we had wrapped in old plastic bags! It litteraly looked like garbage! But the gifts were funny and the best xmas-gift this year was from my youngest brother Arvid, it was a candlestick that he had made himself! He's 11 and I love him....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my family is leaving tonight, going back to Sweden... So sad. I got really used to them living in the house. I wish they lived closer to me.&lt;br /&gt;Next x-mas I wish my mom could come over to London, and Dan's parents, and we could all celebrate together with other friends who's families and not around. That's my christmas wish for next year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35961011-116724246768464992?l=shellyswede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/feeds/116724246768464992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35961011&amp;postID=116724246768464992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/116724246768464992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/116724246768464992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/2006/12/next-years-x-mas-wish.html' title='Next years x-mas wish'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05817841988431049389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/R6tNoTKggsI/AAAAAAAAAAY/0FNCbEZsrXU/S220/painting21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35961011.post-116699051260852930</id><published>2006-12-24T19:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-24T20:01:52.616Z</updated><title type='text'>100% computer nerd</title><content type='html'>Wooo, the shift went so quickly today! Maybe becouse I found yet another site that I could become member in, wayne.com. It's a site that allowes you to see where your friends, and other people for that matter, are in the world right now. I signed up and discovered that a few of my very missed friends are members too! So I  sent them some messages and I took ages on making my homepage really pretty (maybe I should become a web designer??).&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm a member and signed up to pretty much every single web page there is! I realised it the other day; I've got a hotmail and a yahoo account, a membership with a Swedish communtiy, this new thing Wayn, I've got 3 blogs here on blogger.com (and a couple of other ones that I've never used), I'm signed up with a few property agencies in London, plus I'm running another online diary on another Swedish site, and I'm sure there are more but I'm probably not using them so I can't remember them....&lt;br /&gt;I've got waaay too much time to kill..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Christmas Eve and I should be home celebrating with my family but I'm at work. Celebrating tomorrow instead.&lt;br /&gt;Today we spent the whole day on the beach which is nicer anyway so I'm not sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35961011-116699051260852930?l=shellyswede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/feeds/116699051260852930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35961011&amp;postID=116699051260852930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/116699051260852930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/116699051260852930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/2006/12/100-computer-nerd.html' title='100% computer nerd'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05817841988431049389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/R6tNoTKggsI/AAAAAAAAAAY/0FNCbEZsrXU/S220/painting21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35961011.post-116686528079946147</id><published>2006-12-23T09:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-23T09:14:41.550Z</updated><title type='text'>Fait and the nothingness</title><content type='html'>Don't really know what's going on in my head today... Not much I don't hink. Mostly just thinking of London, but that gets old aswell. I'm tired of looking for flats now, besides, it's probably too early.&lt;br /&gt;I think maybe my brain is fired from all the stress and worries. I'm at a stage where nothing seems to matter anymore, or at least I can't seem to make it matter right now. It's all backwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are selling the car. Had to lower the asking price becouse we got no response to 20,000. R17,900 which we changed it to now, was the asking price when we bought it two months ago, and now we've put on new tires. But we've got a dilemma - we have to sell the car in order to be able to afford D's planeticket, but when we sell it we have no way of getting around as there are no busses or cabs or anything, then how will I get to work for the rest of January?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm relying on fait to work it out for me, somehow it has always worked in my favour...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35961011-116686528079946147?l=shellyswede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/feeds/116686528079946147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35961011&amp;postID=116686528079946147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/116686528079946147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/116686528079946147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/2006/12/fait-and-nothingness.html' title='Fait and the nothingness'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05817841988431049389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/R6tNoTKggsI/AAAAAAAAAAY/0FNCbEZsrXU/S220/painting21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35961011.post-116668635761721957</id><published>2006-12-21T07:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-21T07:32:37.630Z</updated><title type='text'>No-money-scare</title><content type='html'>Have you ever been in that situation where you have absolutely &lt;strong&gt;no &lt;/strong&gt;money?&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I have, and I am right now.&lt;br /&gt;Once in London, me and my boyfriend went off the bus in Shepherds Bush after a big clubing session, we were ment to meet a friend in The Walkabout and continue drinking.&lt;br /&gt;So we went to the ATM to take out some cash and see the balance. I was relying on him to pay couse I was completely broke, not a cent to my name. He couldn't withdraw any money though becouse there were only 8 pounds left on his card.... Wtf were we gonna do then? We couln't get into The Walkie becouse there was a cover charge, damn. And if we took the bus home we wouldn't be able to afford food. What was more important to us at that stage? I can't remember exactly, but it did cross our mind to go buy beers for it.&lt;br /&gt;We walked home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, I hardly ever had any money in London, at least not for the first 6 months before I left the first time. I was always late for rent and whenever I made some money at work (commision based) I would go out and spend it on beers, cigarettes and nightclubs.&lt;br /&gt;And all you would find in my tiny little fridge would be bread and taramasalata. I just didn't eat, it didn't feel like that important.&lt;br /&gt;But somehow I would always manage. I think it was thanks to my job which allowed me to make cash every day. If I worked hard....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we find ourselfs in this tight situation once again, but this time it's really scary. There are no commision based jobs down here in S.A. (at least not that we know of) and so I am working a "normal job" where I get paid monthly. But the first month is always gonna be hard, right? I am working my ass off but I haven't gotten paid yet and we have zero money left. Nothing. Maybe 20 cents. Luckily my mom is here and we can get some money of her, but I hate asking her for money, I'm not a child anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I do get my first paycheck tomorrow, but it will be for 4000 rand, I think, and our rent is 3500 and needs to be paid 1st of January, and I don't get paid again until the 30th of January. 500 rand to last us for a month and a half? Don't think so! Espesially when we need to change my planeticket (1400) and buy Daniel's planeticket (X-thousand). When we sell the car and I get my Jan-paycheck we'll have money, but what do we do now? "Call a friend." Sure, but oh how bad that is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're on the border line to homeless, Dan is even growing the beard and hair for it, he said it himself; he looks the part. This is scary...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35961011-116668635761721957?l=shellyswede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/feeds/116668635761721957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35961011&amp;postID=116668635761721957' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/116668635761721957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/116668635761721957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/2006/12/no-money-scare.html' title='No-money-scare'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05817841988431049389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/R6tNoTKggsI/AAAAAAAAAAY/0FNCbEZsrXU/S220/painting21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35961011.post-116649903267000537</id><published>2006-12-19T03:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-24T20:04:23.863Z</updated><title type='text'>No, it's illigal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://65.55.139.124/cgi-bin/getmsg/PICT0003.JPG?&amp;msg=B9F344DD-54AB-4562-B400-69324B6990BB&amp;amp;start=0&amp;len=1909948&amp;amp;amp;mimepart=5&amp;curmbox=E0DE29A2-4DB4-4580-B928-3ED4F8659F99&amp;amp;b=6c9b9c6fe92d442dbf331d2f0055e309&amp;disk=10.1.106.108_d3454&amp;amp;amp;login=michellefundin&amp;domain=hotmail%2ecom&amp;amp;hm___sig=6a0916c401c7231dbf3126a953e9a6dad7512e15421da25a"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oups, I am gonna forget to leave the country in time it seems... My visa expires the 14th of January, but it's too late to apply for an extention so I will just stay a little longer anyway. Just a month. If even. I have to wait for Daniel.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what they will do to me..? If anything. If you're unlucky they might turn around and say "you are not welcome back in to this country again for X years", or they might just shake their head and not say anything. It wouldn't surprise me if they wouldn't look at all. But to be honest, I don't know if I would be all that sad if I wasn't aloud back in the country for a while....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bet hey, after all I am only a Swedish young girl overstaying a tourist visa for just 3 weeks! Why would they wanna make a fuss about it?&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna do something illigal!! Woooo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35961011-116649903267000537?l=shellyswede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/feeds/116649903267000537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35961011&amp;postID=116649903267000537' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/116649903267000537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/116649903267000537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/2006/12/no-its-illigal.html' title='No, it&apos;s illigal'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05817841988431049389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/R6tNoTKggsI/AAAAAAAAAAY/0FNCbEZsrXU/S220/painting21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35961011.post-116640577869418989</id><published>2006-12-18T01:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-18T01:36:18.706Z</updated><title type='text'>New hobby!</title><content type='html'>I've got myself a new hobby - to read sexblogs! Haha, they are fucken hillarious. The Swedish ones; everything becomes so much funnier in Swedish!&lt;br /&gt;But I don't dare to write some myself, I'm not quite sure who actually reads this blog... Could be family for heavens sake! All I can say is that it's pretty satisfying, hhe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35961011-116640577869418989?l=shellyswede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/feeds/116640577869418989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35961011&amp;postID=116640577869418989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/116640577869418989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/116640577869418989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/2006/12/new-hobby.html' title='New hobby!'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05817841988431049389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/R6tNoTKggsI/AAAAAAAAAAY/0FNCbEZsrXU/S220/painting21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35961011.post-116629508539943982</id><published>2006-12-16T18:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-16T18:51:25.443Z</updated><title type='text'>Penguins &amp; baboons</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1614/4011/1600/59116/PICT0112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1614/4011/320/929988/PICT0112.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;We got our visa!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Have you ever cried from being so incredibly happy? I did then, when Dan showed me his visa in his passport. And my name is now in his passport, so I guess we are practicly married!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now we're planning our return to London. So much to do... But it's the last push, then I don't want to move around anymore. London is going to be permanently this time. Work, studies, own place and saving money.&lt;br /&gt;Browsing Gumtree just now for 2-bedroom flats in London and I found some great ones! Beautiful places in central London for absolutely nothing! Don't know how but I'm liking it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So am I happy to leave South Africa now then? Yes, I suppose so. Only yesterday I realised how nice it actually is when we took a trip to the other side of Cape Town where the warm water is (Indian ocean). We drove along the coast down to the most southern tip of Africa, "Cape of good hope". You're supposed to be able to see where the two oceans meet, but we didn't see anything unusual... We did, however, see baboons! They are so scary couse they are so dangerous, but they were jumping around the tourists as if they were pets!&lt;br /&gt;Then we went and saw penguins! Small penguins, cute as fuck. We got in to beach for free and even started swimming with them! And for once our feet and legs didn't freeze blue this time as they do on the Atlantic side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom left me my digital camera this time so finally I can upload my own pics! The photo on top is me and my darling kissing on the most southern place in Africa! With just ocean surrounding us. How romantic........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35961011-116629508539943982?l=shellyswede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/feeds/116629508539943982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35961011&amp;postID=116629508539943982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/116629508539943982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/116629508539943982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/2006/12/penguins-baboons.html' title='Penguins &amp; baboons'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05817841988431049389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/R6tNoTKggsI/AAAAAAAAAAY/0FNCbEZsrXU/S220/painting21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35961011.post-116608034179222888</id><published>2006-12-14T06:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-14T07:12:21.813Z</updated><title type='text'>South Africa to lose FIFA?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://southafrica.indymedia.org/uploads/2006/07/world-cup-prisons.jpgmid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://southafrica.indymedia.org/uploads/2006/07/world-cup-prisons.jpgmid.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://southafrica.indymedia.org/uploads/2006/07/world-cup-prisons.jpgmid.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is this? Have my friends desserted me? I have been gone from the computer for 3 days and so I expected to have a thousand of emails today! But I only had 1 and it was from a dataservice place with an answer I had asked! Are my friends forgetting about me now when I'm not around anymore...? Or have they gone and made new and better friends?&lt;br /&gt;Just becouse I'm far away it doesn't mean I have forgotten about you guys at home, I still love you and miss you heaps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my brother Albin brought down a stomach bug from Sweden. Then August got it and then Daniel... Now it's only me, mom and Arvid left. I woke up yesterday and thought I was sick too, but felt better as the day progressed. And becouse the family is here I have to perform, can't just leave them at home for them to entertain them selfs. And in this country you gotta have a car to get around as the public transports aren't working.&lt;br /&gt;I thought they were gonna get better now since South Africa is hosting the &lt;strong&gt;World Cup 2010&lt;/strong&gt;. And they were making some changes but now they might not have to as they might lose the contract becouse they are falling so much behind in the building of the football stadium in Cape Town. That would be so embarrasing for them... But they had it coming! They got it thanks to a great guy who knew what he was doing and convinced Fifa that they could do it, then a month after they got it they fired him and replaced him with some stupid twat who has no idea of what's going on! Obvioulsy it was bound to fail then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35961011-116608034179222888?l=shellyswede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/feeds/116608034179222888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35961011&amp;postID=116608034179222888' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/116608034179222888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/116608034179222888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/2006/12/south-africa-to-lose-fifa.html' title='South Africa to lose FIFA?'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05817841988431049389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/R6tNoTKggsI/AAAAAAAAAAY/0FNCbEZsrXU/S220/painting21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35961011.post-116588803471677709</id><published>2006-12-12T01:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-12T01:47:14.733Z</updated><title type='text'>Finished spraying in Båstad</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.gridskipper.com/travel/081905.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Read something rather stupid on Swedish newspaper Aftonbladet's webpage today. They have just descided that now you can't waste good champagne in nighclubs in Båstad. Young, rich kids buy the champagne for 17000 SEK (about £1300) and spray it over eachother, wich from now on is going to be forbidden. What is this?! Why the hell aren't they aloud to do that? Most of that money comes back in tax anyway. Plus who are they to descide a thing like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Per Martin Boklund, in Båstad Kommun, thinks that it's good with even more rules and regelations of the alcoholintake in Sweden.&lt;br /&gt;" - But then it's also about having some control over the establishment. I don't think that to spray a bottle of alcohol standing on a table, is order."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pfffff..... Fucken swedes and their rules&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35961011-116588803471677709?l=shellyswede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/feeds/116588803471677709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35961011&amp;postID=116588803471677709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/116588803471677709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/116588803471677709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/2006/12/finished-spraying-in-bstad.html' title='Finished spraying in Båstad'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05817841988431049389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/R6tNoTKggsI/AAAAAAAAAAY/0FNCbEZsrXU/S220/painting21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35961011.post-116581034289840299</id><published>2006-12-11T03:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-11T04:31:42.583Z</updated><title type='text'>Celebrities</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.selectguestlist.com/index/clubs/boujis.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting on my second nightshift in a row, got another one tomorrow. This is killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been thinking a lot of what to write on this blog and what makes peoples blogs interresting enough for strangers to read. Anyone has an answer?&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm just gonna write about celebrities. They amuse me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;You know I used to go to nightclubs pretty much every single night when I lived in London. I even worked in them. Met many celebreties there as it was only in the top clubs in the West-end. Got some funny stories!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Paris Hilton was soooo drunk on one of her endless escapades in Boujis. She was running around chatting to people and stumbled around n the dancefloor.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lindsay Lohan was so skinny you were afraid to breathe&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;One of Englands Princes (William or Harry, can't remember) was so pissed he fell down the stairs in Boujis. He didn't come back for a while after that...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Supermodel Lily Cole was so stoned she couldn't wipe off her grin and was unable to speak.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kelly Brook was in Boujis (without fiance Billy Zane) and later on went home with two friends, a movie director and his wife (he was a friend of mine so he filled me in on this), and they got fucked on coke and romped with the wife as he was watching!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In Pangea I met Jason Streatham who was so cool! I had no idea who he was at first so we just messed around sticking out our toungues to eachother, haha. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I sat next to supermodel Eva Herzigova and she was the most boring person...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Owen Wilson was running around in Boujis and even though I've heard he has a thing for Scandinavian blondes (me), he went for my colored, very beautiful friend, Jade. He was very drunk and people just wouldn't leave him alone and kept buying drinks for him and so on. A security guy had to see to that he was left alone by fellow clubbers. Jade didn't leave with him.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, time for my morning porrige!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35961011-116581034289840299?l=shellyswede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/feeds/116581034289840299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35961011&amp;postID=116581034289840299' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/116581034289840299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/116581034289840299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/2006/12/celebrities.html' title='Celebrities'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05817841988431049389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/R6tNoTKggsI/AAAAAAAAAAY/0FNCbEZsrXU/S220/painting21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35961011.post-116548280519432290</id><published>2006-12-07T08:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-07T09:13:26.126Z</updated><title type='text'>The truth about Africa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.ahajokes.com/cartoon/umbrella.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.ahajokes.com/cartoon/umbrella.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok, first of all, it does rain in this country. Today is a misserable, grey day. At least it's not that cold. This coldfront has just moved in over the south coast in South Africa. It will last for a few days I suppose. Typical now when mom is coming with my brothers tonight... First time here and rain is what they'r gonna get.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Second of all, last night me and Dan were sitting in front of the tv (as usual..) and we realised that tv in this country has gone to shit! He sais it has changed a lot the past 2 years. They used to air good shows, usually American, and now it's only news, news and more news! And in between, the normal, local soap. (Which are shit too btw.) And the news doesn't even show the important stuff that people need, and want, to know, but only South African township news. Nothing interresting. In the end they will go over to the international part, but only for 2 minutes and it's usually about the situation in Iraq.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This country has become close to a communist country and it worries me. And they have reversed rasism; now the whites have difficulty findind jobs! The order it used to be in were "white man, white woman, black woman, black man and indian" if you were applying for work, now it's "black woman, black man, indian, white woman, white man". And so on tv you notice it espessially - they are all black, they barely speak english and they have no idea what they are doing. Now, don't get me wrong, I am d e f i n a t e l y not a rasist! Never have and never will. It is just so... different. To what I'm used to and what I think is right. It just needs to be more equal.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was so excited to come here and I've met so many great S.A. people! But I must admit, I am a bit dissappointed.... It is just not a place for me I suppose. I need to leave and I will take Dan with me and make him European. He also sais he doesn't recognise his country anymore, that it has changed a lot and that he doesn't really like the changes it is making.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yesterday my collegue came in and told us she was robbed yesterday. The others didn't really seem very surprised, there is so much of that happening. And every time we are driving to work Dan tells me I have to lock the cardoor as we are driving, as someone might try to hijack the car. And he wont let me go to the beach at night becouse there could be dangerous bums hanging out there. Plus he can't sleep at night becouse he worries that someone might brake in the house or steal the car. This is something you just have to get used to when you live here. But that's not anything I want to get used to! That's not a way to live!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35961011-116548280519432290?l=shellyswede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/feeds/116548280519432290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35961011&amp;postID=116548280519432290' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/116548280519432290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/116548280519432290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/2006/12/truth-about-africa.html' title='The truth about Africa'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05817841988431049389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/R6tNoTKggsI/AAAAAAAAAAY/0FNCbEZsrXU/S220/painting21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35961011.post-116520359274415688</id><published>2006-12-04T03:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-04T03:39:52.793Z</updated><title type='text'>Night thoughts</title><content type='html'>Working my first nightshift and I don't know how to cope. Not feeling very well, a bit sick from not sleeping. Don't even know if I will be able to sleep when I finally get home at 7....&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm just sitting here, bored out of my mind!! The french guys are sleeping in their chairs (so much for working). One is playing Celine Dion.&lt;br /&gt;Haven't eaten all night, but I guess you don't really get hungry at night. It is after all just after 5am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was thinking I was just going to write a bit of night thoughts, you know, thoughts that just pop up when you are doing an all nighter. Might get a bit boring and so on so I wouldn't be upset if you don't really find it meaningful to read.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our visa is getting prosponed for a few months I suppose. Dan is getting sent to heaps of good auditions and don't want to leave before he can at least put one up on his CV. Will look good when he gets back to London then. But we are definately going! I will not stay here, South Africa is not really for me. It doesn't excite me. I need life and big city stress and adventures! Feel like I will only get that in London, in just the way I want it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We moved in to our new place, Dan and I, and it's so nice to finally live by ourselfs! Noone to interrupt us when we are watching tv (or having sex!). And we can be as messy and loud as we please. But it's boring too... There is absolutely fuckall to do and it reminds me way to much of the place I left 3 years ago - Tranås. The only difference is the fact hat we have Cape Town around the corner if we want it, but there is not really anything there eighter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want Dan to come and pick me up now.... You know, he is the best guy a girl could ever get. He's the type of guy who wants to cuddle after meaningful, loving sex; and the type who hates to see me work so he does all the washing, cooking, cleaning and so on. He would do anything for me. He DOES anything for me! I love him, and I want kids with him one day, and I want him to marry me; I would be proud to be the mother of his kids, and to be his wife. (Maybe I should say this to him..?) He takes care of me and I feel completely safe in his arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My color from the sun is fading already... Maybe it's a good thing, you know, maybe that's a sign of my body healing quickly! But I need to get out there again, out to the sun. It's just that it hasn't been great weather... And it's so windy out where we live. Blouberg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna sleeeeeeeeep.....! It's getting light outside now. 1 and a half hours left. I'm gonna make Dan put me to sleep. I'm gonna whine a little and half-cry and make him hold me. Then he's going to an audition for a new horror-movie with the same guy from "the Descent".&lt;br /&gt;I just realised this going-through-the-night-thing reminds me a lot of a few of my nightmare stories with airports; times when I've had to wait a whole night for a connecting flight, like the one time I waited 10 hours from midnight in Las Vegas. And I wasn't even old enough to leave the airport to go gamble in a funky casino! Pfff, unlucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, gotta get out of this shit. You probably didn't make it all the way through the text down to here anyway, so why do I even bother?&lt;br /&gt;Good night / Good morning. Whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35961011-116520359274415688?l=shellyswede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/feeds/116520359274415688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35961011&amp;postID=116520359274415688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/116520359274415688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/116520359274415688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/2006/12/night-thoughts.html' title='Night thoughts'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05817841988431049389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/R6tNoTKggsI/AAAAAAAAAAY/0FNCbEZsrXU/S220/painting21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35961011.post-116478906190953481</id><published>2006-11-29T08:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-29T08:31:01.916Z</updated><title type='text'>Headed back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.cs.wright.edu/~lfinkel/london01/xrtnusairspace_cle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.cs.wright.edu/~lfinkel/london01/xrtnusairspace_cle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so we're going back.&lt;br /&gt;Or, so we hope. In the middle of the visa-nightmare... If they give Dan green light to go back to the UK, we'll be on our way early next year.&lt;br /&gt;Back to London! Back home...&lt;br /&gt;So now, I suppose, this is gonna be our vacation here in Cape Town! Nice trip... No money to do funny things with, and stress about sorting out the new visa! We have to come back here soon and do a proper tourist-trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to the Best place in the world then! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#666666;"&gt;London&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. I mis you I miss you I miss you!! Already I'm making plans in my head; where are we going to stay, what to eat, what to do!&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35961011-116478906190953481?l=shellyswede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/feeds/116478906190953481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35961011&amp;postID=116478906190953481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/116478906190953481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/116478906190953481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/2006/11/headed-back.html' title='Headed back!'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05817841988431049389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/R6tNoTKggsI/AAAAAAAAAAY/0FNCbEZsrXU/S220/painting21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35961011.post-116422061078135693</id><published>2006-11-22T18:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-29T08:37:48.610Z</updated><title type='text'>Kiss Kiss</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.instant-bust.com/lipexplosion/liphdr_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="www.instant-bust.com/lipexplosion/liphdr_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="www.instant-bust.com/lipexplosion/liphdr_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="www.instant-bust.com/lipexplosion/liphdr_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I haven't been able to kiss my boyfriend for, I think, 2 weeks now. Stupid cold sores... Do you know how frustrating that is?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35961011-116422061078135693?l=shellyswede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/feeds/116422061078135693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35961011&amp;postID=116422061078135693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/116422061078135693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/116422061078135693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/2006/11/kiss-kiss.html' title='Kiss Kiss'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05817841988431049389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/R6tNoTKggsI/AAAAAAAAAAY/0FNCbEZsrXU/S220/painting21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35961011.post-116410678623415300</id><published>2006-11-21T10:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-21T10:59:46.246Z</updated><title type='text'>Bored in Cape Town</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.irtc.org/ftp/pub/stills/2005-04-30/aquarium.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.irtc.org/ftp/pub/stills/2005-04-30/aquarium.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does everybody experience this when they move to a new city? The feeling of utter boredom and lonelyness? We have, like, 1 friend so far and nothing to do. I got a job but only start working in December.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't want to spend all our money so we hardly ever do anything that costs money, but  last Sunday we did go to the Aquarium on the  waterfront. It was probably too expensive for what it was, but it was  pretty cool to see some cool fishes and sharks I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And again we burned in the sun... How strong is the sun over here?! 10 minutes and your skin is red red.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35961011-116410678623415300?l=shellyswede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/feeds/116410678623415300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35961011&amp;postID=116410678623415300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/116410678623415300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/116410678623415300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/2006/11/bored-in-cape-town.html' title='Bored in Cape Town'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05817841988431049389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/R6tNoTKggsI/AAAAAAAAAAY/0FNCbEZsrXU/S220/painting21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35961011.post-116292936776376426</id><published>2006-11-07T19:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-07T19:56:07.776Z</updated><title type='text'>Cape Town</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.bloubergbeach.co.za/images/tm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.bloubergbeach.co.za/images/tm.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're finally here!! On the other side if the world for me. But it's pretty cool so far even though I haven't seen half of the city yet. We've only been in once to the centre of town so far, to the V&amp;A Waterfront to have lunch, then we went on further south through Clifton and all it's pretty beaches along the mountains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We live about 30 minutes north of the city, in Blouberg, very nice. We only move in to our place on the 1st of December, but it's only 5 minutes away from the guy we're staying with at the moment. It's a a stonethrow from the beach so we go down every day for a dip in the cold Atlantic water. Today I lost control in hte strong currant and the waves! Funny.. And the view we've got from our beach is the picture above!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and the car trip down here was so cool. It was mostly dessert, but it was cool. We saw little grey monkeys running across the road, and we stayed in a B&amp;amp;B for one night in the middle of nowhere. When it got dark the temperature drops so much, but during the days it's always over 30! Almost too hot for me..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35961011-116292936776376426?l=shellyswede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/feeds/116292936776376426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35961011&amp;postID=116292936776376426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/116292936776376426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/116292936776376426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/2006/11/cape-town.html' title='Cape Town'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05817841988431049389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/R6tNoTKggsI/AAAAAAAAAAY/0FNCbEZsrXU/S220/painting21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35961011.post-116134568214005678</id><published>2006-10-20T12:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T13:01:22.150+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Townships</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.slrobertson.com/images/africa/south-africa/townships/mother-child-khyelitsha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.slrobertson.com/images/africa/south-africa/townships/mother-child-khyelitsha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Am feeling a bit lost still in the new world, but am slowly getting along.&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere we see these townships with poor people and they carry their kids on their backs like on the picture, and they dress up in thick thick winterclothes and jumpers! Apparantly it keeps them cool.....?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Oh yes, about this joining the "mile-high club" on the planetrip over here.... Ha ha, funny story becouse, sure, we joined, well, kind of anyway.. We got drunk on heaps of white wine and didn't quite make it all the way to the toilets. So we stayed right there and got kinky in our seats! (Sorry mom...) Beat that!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35961011-116134568214005678?l=shellyswede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/feeds/116134568214005678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35961011&amp;postID=116134568214005678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/116134568214005678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/116134568214005678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/2006/10/townships.html' title='Townships'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05817841988431049389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/R6tNoTKggsI/AAAAAAAAAAY/0FNCbEZsrXU/S220/painting21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35961011.post-116127199686186269</id><published>2006-10-19T16:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T16:33:16.870+01:00</updated><title type='text'>1st impression</title><content type='html'>Hey hey hey, finally in saffa-land! It's very wierd and I'm still suffering from a massive culture chock... It's all so different; they have yellow birds, tribal people walking on the roads, and it feels like I'm back in the 50's! (Not that I was ever there but I can imagine it was something like this.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No it's not all that bad. I'll just get used to it!&lt;br /&gt;We're in Dan's hometown and it's a small little town outside of Johannesburg, so obviously it's going to be very different to everything else. As soon as we get to Cape town in a couple of weeks, I'm sure I will be more adjusted to things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will continue my search of a good computer, and when I finally find one I will write some more!&lt;br /&gt;Till then.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35961011-116127199686186269?l=shellyswede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/feeds/116127199686186269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35961011&amp;postID=116127199686186269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/116127199686186269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/116127199686186269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/2006/10/1st-impression.html' title='1st impression'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05817841988431049389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/R6tNoTKggsI/AAAAAAAAAAY/0FNCbEZsrXU/S220/painting21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35961011.post-116098525594272280</id><published>2006-10-16T08:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T08:54:15.950+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My hometown</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://massengale.typepad.com/photos/mystery_neighborhood_ii/img_1250jpg.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://massengale.typepad.com/photos/mystery_neighborhood_ii/img_1250jpg.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In London for the last time in probably a very long time.&lt;br /&gt;Staying over in one of our favourite parts of the city; Warwick avenue in Maida Vale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came into London yesterday on a bus and, like always, it feels like we never left in the first place. It's always going to be the best place in the world to me, and I'm always going to miss it when I'm away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going for coffee now and then we're leaving at 17.00 from Heathrow.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we'll bump into a famous person again?! Last time I was at Heathrow I bumped in to Natalie Portman. She's very pretty. And very short. Like the rest of them guys in Hollywood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao guys! Next time I'll be in South Africa!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35961011-116098525594272280?l=shellyswede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/feeds/116098525594272280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35961011&amp;postID=116098525594272280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/116098525594272280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/116098525594272280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-hometown.html' title='My hometown'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05817841988431049389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/R6tNoTKggsI/AAAAAAAAAAY/0FNCbEZsrXU/S220/painting21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35961011.post-116082906362873678</id><published>2006-10-14T13:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T13:31:03.630+01:00</updated><title type='text'>So nervous</title><content type='html'>Getting so nervous now about leaving... But poor Dan is worse than me, he gets constant panicattacks about it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we're not really doing anything. We are supposed to pack our stuff but it seems so hard to get started...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35961011-116082906362873678?l=shellyswede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/feeds/116082906362873678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35961011&amp;postID=116082906362873678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/116082906362873678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/116082906362873678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/2006/10/so-nervous.html' title='So nervous'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05817841988431049389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/R6tNoTKggsI/AAAAAAAAAAY/0FNCbEZsrXU/S220/painting21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35961011.post-116076969406223982</id><published>2006-10-13T20:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T13:27:57.873+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cardiff</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://people.uncw.edu/levyd/castle2.cardiff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://people.uncw.edu/levyd/castle2.cardiff.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still in Cardiff. 3 short days and I'll be on the other side of the world.&lt;br /&gt;Holding my breath.&lt;br /&gt;Looking through a haze today. Am between chapters so feel a bit confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up there is Cardiff castle. Me and Dan went in there one day when we were new in town; it's pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;I like castles.&lt;br /&gt;And Cardiff has been very cool to us, but it's definately not a favourite place of mine. Nothing special at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have almost given up smoking. It just doesn't taste that good as it used to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35961011-116076969406223982?l=shellyswede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/feeds/116076969406223982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35961011&amp;postID=116076969406223982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/116076969406223982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35961011/posts/default/116076969406223982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyswede.blogspot.com/2006/10/cardiff_13.html' title='Cardiff'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05817841988431049389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T72PcODfv_4/R6tNoTKggsI/AAAAAAAAAAY/0FNCbEZsrXU/S220/painting21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
