<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?>
<rss version="2.0"
	xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"
	xmlns:wfw="http://wellformedweb.org/CommentAPI/"
	xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/"
	xmlns:bs="http://blogsoft.org/bs/elements/1.0/">
	<channel>
		<title>Retarded*staR</title>
		<link>http://retardedstar.blogg.no/</link>
		<description></description>
		<link rel="hub" href="http://bloggno.superfeedr.com/" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" />
		<link rel="self" href="http://feeds.blogg.no/259168/post.rss" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" />
		<language>no</language>
		<generator></generator>
		<bs:blogid>259168</bs:blogid>
		<bs:blogurl>http://retardedstar.blogg.no/</bs:blogurl>
		<bs:blogname>Retarded*staR</bs:blogname>
		<bs:image-profile>http://static.blogsoft.no/img/profiles/234096_1222697128782.png</bs:image-profile>
		<bs:url-profile>http://blogsoft.no/index.bd?fa=pf.view&amp;pf_id=96385</bs:url-profile>
					<image>
				<title>Retarded*staR</title>
				<url>http://static.blogsoft.no/img/profiles/234096_1222697128782.png</url>
				<link>http://retardedstar.blogg.no/</link>
			</image>
				
		
		<item>
			<title>Ubesvart Anrop (Hallo Hallo)</title>
			<pubDate>Mon, 31 Jan 2011 13:58:28 GMT</pubDate>
			<link>http://retardedstar.blogg.no/1296482162_ubesvart_anrop_hallo_.html</link>
			<guid>http://retardedstar.blogg.no/1296482162_ubesvart_anrop_hallo_.html</guid>
			<description><![CDATA[ Yeah, the title sends you to the new video/song from Kesera. Kesera feat Lalla, and it's the last name that's the reason for me to link and send anyone to this video/song. I got to know Lalla when I lived in Oslo. An amazing girl so full of life, smiles and warmth, so I can't say it's a big surprise to see her at places like this. And Lalla, you are the only reason for me to link this video, since I'm not that familiar with Kesera. Not a band I have heard so much music from. Either way, I do think this is so cool and it's pretty awesome to see someone I know in a video like this.  And, I do have to mention that Lallas little sister, Nanna, is also on TV. Team Erik and Kriss, Det store korslaget. GO CIBLINGS! 
   
  ]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Yeah, the title sends you to the new video/song from Kesera. Kesera feat Lalla, and it's the last name that's the reason for me to link and send anyone to this video/song. I got to know Lalla when I lived in Oslo. An amazing girl so full of life, smiles and warmth, so I can't say it's a big surprise to see her at places like this. And Lalla, you are the only reason for me to link this video, since I'm not that familiar with Kesera. Not a band I have heard so much music from. Either way, I do think this is so cool and it's pretty awesome to see someone I know in a video like this. <br />And, I do have to mention that Lallas little sister, Nanna, is also on TV. Team Erik and Kriss, Det store korslaget. GO CIBLINGS!</p>
<p> </p>
<iframe title="YouTube video player" class="youtube-player" type="text/html" width="560" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/orRRV7Gq6r8" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen></iframe>]]></content:encoded>
			<bs:blogid></bs:blogid>
			<bs:blogurl></bs:blogurl>
			<bs:blogname></bs:blogname>
			<bs:itemtitle></bs:itemtitle>
			<bs:image-profile></bs:image-profile>
			<bs:url-profile></bs:url-profile>
			<bs:comments>3</bs:comments>
					
		</item>

		
		<item>
			<title>Dudes and dudettes</title>
			<pubDate>Sun, 30 Jan 2011 20:27:33 GMT</pubDate>
			<link>http://retardedstar.blogg.no/1296419253_dudes_and_dudettes.html</link>
			<guid>http://retardedstar.blogg.no/1296419253_dudes_and_dudettes.html</guid>
			<description><![CDATA[ Now I am all alone once more. The little heartbreaker was picked up earlier this evening. After playing around, watching some Disney Channel (Hannah Montana *shrug*) and fell asleep on the couch. She even managed to fall of the couch, and got stuck between the covers, the table and her own legs. Luckily the scare was all that had gotten to her. 
 Aaaaanyhooow 
 Been editing some headers for one of my dearest and oldest friends  Ypy . After some tries I got to a point she was happy with the header.   And the picture really tells the story about her; kind, happy, lively, a tad bit crazy and just one awesome woman. 
 The evning holds some food, House, maybe some more Sims and a whole lot of talking to my better half. 
   ]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Now I am all alone once more. The little heartbreaker was picked up earlier this evening. After playing around, watching some Disney Channel (Hannah Montana *shrug*) and fell asleep on the couch. She even managed to fall of the couch, and got stuck between the covers, the table and her own legs. Luckily the scare was all that had gotten to her.</p>
<p>Aaaaanyhooow</p>
<p>Been editing some headers for one of my dearest and oldest friends <a href="http://lillego.blogg.no" target="_blank">Ypy</a>. After some tries I got to a point she was happy with the header. <br /><img style="display: block; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" src="http://bloggfiler.no/retardedstar.blogg.no/images/259168-10-1296419139081.jpg" alt="" />And the picture really tells the story about her; kind, happy, lively, a tad bit crazy and just one awesome woman.</p>
<p>The evning holds some food, House, maybe some more Sims and a whole lot of talking to my better half.</p>
<p> </p>]]></content:encoded>
			<bs:blogid></bs:blogid>
			<bs:blogurl></bs:blogurl>
			<bs:blogname></bs:blogname>
			<bs:itemtitle></bs:itemtitle>
			<bs:image-profile></bs:image-profile>
			<bs:url-profile></bs:url-profile>
			<bs:comments>3</bs:comments>
						<bs:image>http://bloggfiler.no/retardedstar.blogg.no/images/259168-10-1296419139081.jpg</bs:image>
					
		</item>

		
		<item>
			<title>Sometimes a new person can make you understand</title>
			<pubDate>Sat, 29 Jan 2011 09:36:59 GMT</pubDate>
			<link>http://retardedstar.blogg.no/1296293819_sometimes_a_new_perso.html</link>
			<guid>http://retardedstar.blogg.no/1296293819_sometimes_a_new_perso.html</guid>
			<description><![CDATA[ In the end, it will all work out. 
 I recieved the last note for me to pick up a package yesterday. I do not believe I will get it today, as I'm babysitting Ask and Elvira. And the trip will go to Tønsberg later on today. Seeing my awesome girlfriend. So I got Ask to bed now for a nap. He's been playing with the neighbours daughter for the past 1.5 hours. And Elvira find the couch a nice place today, with Disney channel on. 
 And I have gotten some competition now! As Ask got mad since he did not get the picture of Tina down, and when I helped him he started to hug and kiss the picture and stroke her picture-chin. I really need to set myself in high gear now. Stop him from stealing her! 
     ]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>In the end, it will all work out.</p>
<p>I recieved the last note for me to pick up a package yesterday. I do not believe I will get it today, as I'm babysitting Ask and Elvira. And the trip will go to Tønsberg later on today. Seeing my awesome girlfriend. So I got Ask to bed now for a nap. He's been playing with the neighbours daughter for the past 1.5 hours.<br />And Elvira find the couch a nice place today, with Disney channel on.</p>
<p>And I have gotten some competition now! As Ask got mad since he did not get the picture of Tina down, and when I helped him he started to hug and kiss the picture and stroke her picture-chin. I really need to set myself in high gear now. Stop him from stealing her!</p>
<p><img style="display: block; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" src="http://bloggfiler.no/retardedstar.blogg.no/images/259168-11-1296293807444.jpg" alt="" /><br /><br /></p>]]></content:encoded>
			<bs:blogid></bs:blogid>
			<bs:blogurl></bs:blogurl>
			<bs:blogname></bs:blogname>
			<bs:itemtitle></bs:itemtitle>
			<bs:image-profile></bs:image-profile>
			<bs:url-profile></bs:url-profile>
			<bs:comments>0</bs:comments>
						<bs:image>http://bloggfiler.no/retardedstar.blogg.no/images/259168-11-1296293807444.jpg</bs:image>
					
		</item>

		
		<item>
			<title>Va va va boom</title>
			<pubDate>Wed, 19 Jan 2011 12:07:07 GMT</pubDate>
			<link>http://retardedstar.blogg.no/1295438827_va_va_va_boom.html</link>
			<guid>http://retardedstar.blogg.no/1295438827_va_va_va_boom.html</guid>
			<description><![CDATA[ Was actually watching an episode of Desperate Housewives last night, and there was a episode with a lesbian. Then I started to think some, and think about why there is so much drama around this topic. Who I like to kiss, have sex with, be with, live with, love, hold hands with. Does this make me as a person? Am I anny diffrent if I kiss a girl rather than a boy?    And if we really should talk about the Bible. I have not read it from cover to cover, but gotten some samples. Like the fact that god was suppose to stop over population at one point. And then I ask; Is not gay a superb way of doing that? And also, does it not say that Jesus loves all his children? Is not gay people? Are we not worthy of his love?  I am not a Christian, if anything I believe in the Mythologys. So this is really not a try to get into the Christian communitys. Just a wondering statement.    What I do with my partner, what I do in the bedroom-or out of the bedroom, who I say "I love you" too. That's my life and my choice. I do not roll my eyes and loudly state my dislike as I see people of diffrent sex kiss. So let same sex partners live like people, in peace and in no need of defending love to the world. I'm not such a gay defender to be honest. As my family and friends accepts me as I am and I have a wonderfull girlfriend. But I just had to get my thoughts out. 
 And as of right now. I should get my clothes on and get ready. As I'm leaving soon. To the dentist I go, to get fixed some more. ]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Was actually watching an episode of Desperate Housewives last night, and there was a episode with a lesbian. Then I started to think some, and think about why there is so much drama around this topic. Who I like to kiss, have sex with, be with, live with, love, hold hands with. Does this make me as a person? Am I anny diffrent if I kiss a girl rather than a boy? <br /><br /><br />And if we really should talk about the Bible. I have not read it from cover to cover, but gotten some samples. Like the fact that god was suppose to stop over population at one point. And then I ask; Is not gay a superb way of doing that? And also, does it not say that Jesus loves all his children? Is not gay people? Are we not worthy of his love? <br />I am not a Christian, if anything I believe in the Mythologys. So this is really not a try to get into the Christian communitys. Just a wondering statement. <br /><img src="http://bloggfiler.no/retardedstar.blogg.no/images/259168-7-1295438616444.jpg" alt="" /><br />What I do with my partner, what I do in the bedroom-or out of the bedroom, who I say "I love you" too. That's my life and my choice. I do not roll my eyes and loudly state my dislike as I see people of diffrent sex kiss. So let same sex partners live like people, in peace and in no need of defending love to the world.<br />I'm not such a gay defender to be honest. As my family and friends accepts me as I am and I have a wonderfull girlfriend. But I just had to get my thoughts out.</p>
<p>And as of right now. I should get my clothes on and get ready. As I'm leaving soon. To the dentist I go, to get fixed some more.</p>]]></content:encoded>
			<bs:blogid></bs:blogid>
			<bs:blogurl></bs:blogurl>
			<bs:blogname></bs:blogname>
			<bs:itemtitle></bs:itemtitle>
			<bs:image-profile></bs:image-profile>
			<bs:url-profile></bs:url-profile>
			<bs:comments>1</bs:comments>
						<bs:image>http://bloggfiler.no/retardedstar.blogg.no/images/259168-7-1295438616444.jpg</bs:image>
					
		</item>

		
		<item>
			<title>Bird is the word</title>
			<pubDate>Tue, 18 Jan 2011 13:06:54 GMT</pubDate>
			<link>http://retardedstar.blogg.no/1295356014_bird_is_the_word.html</link>
			<guid>http://retardedstar.blogg.no/1295356014_bird_is_the_word.html</guid>
			<description><![CDATA[ Yeah, I managed to bother a good friend with that song. All she could think about was Family Guy (Peter dancing to the Bird is a really sexy sight) 
 I've been playing some in Photoshop again, showing of my _Mad Skills_. Happy with the fact that 3 added the picture to favorites and a comment that it was good. But I do envy some talents out there. People that are able to make stunning pictures from a blanc canvas. Give me that power please! But, been making some Chibi pictures of real life people, had some fun as I wasnt able to sleep. 
   "I iz a zcarry zcarry womaan!" 
        
  Dude! I look better with a star over my face *drool over myself* ]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Yeah, I managed to bother a good friend with that song. All she could think about was Family Guy (Peter dancing to the Bird is a really sexy sight)</p>
<p>I've been playing some in Photoshop again, showing of my _Mad Skills_. Happy with the fact that 3 added the picture to favorites and a comment that it was good. But I do envy some talents out there. People that are able to make stunning pictures from a blanc canvas. Give me that power please! But, been making some Chibi pictures of real life people, had some fun as I wasnt able to sleep.</p>
<p><img src="http://bloggfiler.no/retardedstar.blogg.no/images/259168-11-1295355824614.jpg" alt="" /><br />"I iz a zcarry zcarry womaan!"</p>
<p><a class="thickbox" rel="259168" href="http://bloggfiler.no/retardedstar.blogg.no/images/259168-11-1295355920408.jpg"><img class="thumbnail" src="http://bloggfiler.no/retardedstar.blogg.no/images/259168-11-1295355920408-t200.jpg" alt="" /></a><a class="thickbox" rel="259168" href="http://bloggfiler.no/retardedstar.blogg.no/images/259168-11-1295355936646.jpg"><img class="thumbnail" src="http://bloggfiler.no/retardedstar.blogg.no/images/259168-11-1295355936646-t200.jpg" alt="" /></a></p>
<p><br />Dude! I look better with a star over my face *drool over myself*</p>]]></content:encoded>
			<bs:blogid></bs:blogid>
			<bs:blogurl></bs:blogurl>
			<bs:blogname></bs:blogname>
			<bs:itemtitle></bs:itemtitle>
			<bs:image-profile></bs:image-profile>
			<bs:url-profile></bs:url-profile>
			<bs:comments>0</bs:comments>
						<bs:image>http://bloggfiler.no/retardedstar.blogg.no/images/259168-11-1295355824614.jpg</bs:image>
					
		</item>

		
		<item>
			<title>Atchoo</title>
			<pubDate>Mon, 10 Jan 2011 08:01:02 GMT</pubDate>
			<link>http://retardedstar.blogg.no/1294646462_atchoo.html</link>
			<guid>http://retardedstar.blogg.no/1294646462_atchoo.html</guid>
			<description><![CDATA[ It's less than a year til my little sister turns eighteen now. We celebrated her birthday as she turned seventeen on friday. A good day with a whole lot of laughter, fun and smiling. My littlesister, who is six years younger than me, grows up in such a hurry. I will not spill out a lot of babystories about her here, not until her next birthday at least. Maybe something will arrive as we celebrate her being eighteen. 
 I'm suppose to get the pictures from friday out on facebook, but I just woke up so I will need some time to get my head togheter. 
 We went to the movies yesterday, and we saw The Tourist. My little sister said she waited for more action so she was kind off disapointed. But I liked it, as I always have low expectations and I found the movie interesting. As there were some twist and turns taht you really didn't see coming along the way. Hardcore action, guns and blood can be fun sometimes. But I really enjoys a thinking movie, something you need to use your head in. So all in all, I found The Tourist worth seeing. And two actors of that caliber in same movie is not to hate either. 
 And yeah, my allergies are killing me these days. So to speak... I continue to wake up several times every night as I'm bothered by diffrent things. So now I have taken a blood test and hopefully they can shed some light on the issue for me. I started to react really bad as I started to work on Fønix, at the Graphics department. So my doctor said that I might be allergic to some of the chemicals they use. As they print on so many diffrent types of paper, posters, flags and so on. And they use so many diffrent types of ink and such. Or it might be the dust allergies. So I'm eating allergy pills like candy and use nasalspray like it's water. 
 BUT! I enjoy getting to do something. Not just sit at home, getting out into a workplace is so lovely. Getting to do something every day and feel like your tired for a reason as you get home. That's a good feeling, and something really worth hanging on to. 
   Our New Years Eve. Good food, good people, good drinks...and lego... ]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>It's less than a year til my little sister turns eighteen now. We celebrated her birthday as she turned seventeen on friday. A good day with a whole lot of laughter, fun and smiling. My littlesister, who is six years younger than me, grows up in such a hurry. I will not spill out a lot of babystories about her here, not until her next birthday at least. Maybe something will arrive as we celebrate her being eighteen.</p>
<p>I'm suppose to get the pictures from friday out on facebook, but I just woke up so I will need some time to get my head togheter.</p>
<p>We went to the movies yesterday, and we saw The Tourist. My little sister said she waited for more action so she was kind off disapointed. But I liked it, as I always have low expectations and I found the movie interesting. As there were some twist and turns taht you really didn't see coming along the way. Hardcore action, guns and blood can be fun sometimes. But I really enjoys a thinking movie, something you need to use your head in. So all in all, I found The Tourist worth seeing. And two actors of that caliber in same movie is not to hate either.</p>
<p>And yeah, my allergies are killing me these days. So to speak... I continue to wake up several times every night as I'm bothered by diffrent things. So now I have taken a blood test and hopefully they can shed some light on the issue for me. I started to react really bad as I started to work on Fønix, at the Graphics department. So my doctor said that I might be allergic to some of the chemicals they use. As they print on so many diffrent types of paper, posters, flags and so on. And they use so many diffrent types of ink and such. Or it might be the dust allergies. So I'm eating allergy pills like candy and use nasalspray like it's water.</p>
<p>BUT! I enjoy getting to do something. Not just sit at home, getting out into a workplace is so lovely. Getting to do something every day and feel like your tired for a reason as you get home. That's a good feeling, and something really worth hanging on to.</p>
<p><img src="http://bloggfiler.no/retardedstar.blogg.no/images/259168-7-1294646427642.jpg" alt="" /><br />Our New Years Eve. Good food, good people, good drinks...and lego...</p>]]></content:encoded>
			<bs:blogid></bs:blogid>
			<bs:blogurl></bs:blogurl>
			<bs:blogname></bs:blogname>
			<bs:itemtitle></bs:itemtitle>
			<bs:image-profile></bs:image-profile>
			<bs:url-profile></bs:url-profile>
			<bs:comments>1</bs:comments>
						<bs:image>http://bloggfiler.no/retardedstar.blogg.no/images/259168-7-1294646427642.jpg</bs:image>
					
		</item>

		
		<item>
			<title>The edited list</title>
			<pubDate>Thu, 23 Dec 2010 10:49:34 GMT</pubDate>
			<link>http://retardedstar.blogg.no/1293101374_the_edited_list.html</link>
			<guid>http://retardedstar.blogg.no/1293101374_the_edited_list.html</guid>
			<description><![CDATA[ My To Do list for the evening: -Get my bed back to the "bedroom" -Get the couch and the table back to the living room -Vacuum the flat -Wash clothes -Draw the horse head for the stable  I actually feel good now. ]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My To Do list for the evening:<br />-Get my bed back to the "bedroom"<br />-Get the couch and the table back to the living room<br />-Vacuum the flat<br />-Wash clothes<br />-Draw the horse head for the stable<br /><br />I actually feel good now.</p>]]></content:encoded>
			<bs:blogid></bs:blogid>
			<bs:blogurl></bs:blogurl>
			<bs:blogname></bs:blogname>
			<bs:itemtitle></bs:itemtitle>
			<bs:image-profile></bs:image-profile>
			<bs:url-profile></bs:url-profile>
			<bs:comments>1</bs:comments>
					
		</item>

		
		<item>
			<title>PhotoShop ftw</title>
			<pubDate>Wed, 22 Dec 2010 20:36:42 GMT</pubDate>
			<link>http://retardedstar.blogg.no/1293050202_photoshop_ftw.html</link>
			<guid>http://retardedstar.blogg.no/1293050202_photoshop_ftw.html</guid>
			<description><![CDATA[ The last edited pictures 
   
   
   
    ]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The last edited pictures</p>
<p><img src="http://bloggfiler.no/retardedstar.blogg.no/images/259168-8-1293049993545.jpg" alt="" /></p>
<p><img src="http://bloggfiler.no/retardedstar.blogg.no/images/259168-8-1293050033588.jpg" alt="" /></p>
<p><img src="http://bloggfiler.no/retardedstar.blogg.no/images/259168-8-1293050057580.jpg" alt="" /></p>
<p><br /><br /></p>]]></content:encoded>
			<bs:blogid></bs:blogid>
			<bs:blogurl></bs:blogurl>
			<bs:blogname></bs:blogname>
			<bs:itemtitle></bs:itemtitle>
			<bs:image-profile></bs:image-profile>
			<bs:url-profile></bs:url-profile>
			<bs:comments>0</bs:comments>
						<bs:image>http://bloggfiler.no/retardedstar.blogg.no/images/259168-8-1293049993545.jpg</bs:image>
					
		</item>

		
		<item>
			<title>Red is the new white</title>
			<pubDate>Wed, 22 Dec 2010 19:33:48 GMT</pubDate>
			<link>http://retardedstar.blogg.no/1293046428_red_is_the_new_white.html</link>
			<guid>http://retardedstar.blogg.no/1293046428_red_is_the_new_white.html</guid>
			<description><![CDATA[ After a action filled start on the week, I am now on the move to get all the tings I need sorted.  I just had to, yeah - we have all heard that before, test the printer I got from my mom. I can finally scan. And it was seconds from a "Happy-Dance" on my lovely new chair.  So several things have been scanned now. And I shall get them out soon.  I am so glad the action's over and your better darling. I love you a lot. Your special to me.    My To Do list for the evening: -Clean the bathroom sink -Pack my bag -Sort out presents -Get my bed back to the "bedroom" -Get the couch and the table back to the living room -Vacuum the flat -Do the dishes -Wash clothes -Make the last present -Draw the horse head for the stable  Oh well, I believe some of it will be done. But not all. I know myself.       ]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>After a action filled start on the week, I am now on the move to get all the tings I need sorted.<br /> I just had to, yeah - we have all heard that before, test the printer I got from my mom. I can finally scan. And it was seconds from a "Happy-Dance" on my lovely new chair. <br />So several things have been scanned now. And I shall get them out soon.<br /><br />I am so glad the action's over and your better darling. I love you a lot. Your special to me.<br /><img src="http://bloggfiler.no/retardedstar.blogg.no/images/259168-9-1293046204695.jpg" alt="" /><br /><br />My To Do list for the evening:<br />-Clean the bathroom sink<br />-Pack my bag<br />-Sort out presents<br />-Get my bed back to the "bedroom"<br />-Get the couch and the table back to the living room<br />-Vacuum the flat<br />-Do the dishes<br />-Wash clothes<br />-Make the last present<br />-Draw the horse head for the stable<br /><br />Oh well, I believe some of it will be done. But not all. I know myself.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></p>]]></content:encoded>
			<bs:blogid></bs:blogid>
			<bs:blogurl></bs:blogurl>
			<bs:blogname></bs:blogname>
			<bs:itemtitle></bs:itemtitle>
			<bs:image-profile></bs:image-profile>
			<bs:url-profile></bs:url-profile>
			<bs:comments>0</bs:comments>
						<bs:image>http://bloggfiler.no/retardedstar.blogg.no/images/259168-9-1293046204695.jpg</bs:image>
					
		</item>

		
		<item>
			<title>The best of the best</title>
			<pubDate>Thu, 16 Dec 2010 01:03:57 GMT</pubDate>
			<link>http://retardedstar.blogg.no/1292461437_the_best_of_the_best.html</link>
			<guid>http://retardedstar.blogg.no/1292461437_the_best_of_the_best.html</guid>
			<description><![CDATA[ I have been sitting on a wooden chair at my desk for several months now. As I bought myself a desk, and planned for a nice chair soon, that did not happen. So some days ago I found a nice, cheap chair on Finn.no. I liked the chair and e-mailed the one that sold it.  So in the end I was suppose to leave tomorrow to get it. As I was going to Tønsberg with Kristin and Bulle anyway, and meet Tina i hope. But I got a visit from Kristin and Bulle today, technically last night, and then the chair stood in my hallway. I got it as a pre-christmas present from them. They are truly the best!  I can finally sit by the computer without wooden taste in my ass, and I really like my new chair.  Thank you so much people! 
    And Kristin even decorated the chair. ]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I have been sitting on a wooden chair at my desk for several months now. As I bought myself a desk, and planned for a nice chair soon, that did not happen. So some days ago I found a nice, cheap chair on Finn.no. I liked the chair and e-mailed the one that sold it. <br />So in the end I was suppose to leave tomorrow to get it. As I was going to Tønsberg with Kristin and Bulle anyway, and meet Tina i hope. But I got a visit from Kristin and Bulle today, technically last night, and then the chair stood in my hallway. I got it as a pre-christmas present from them. They are truly the best! <br />I can finally sit by the computer without wooden taste in my ass, and I really like my new chair. <br />Thank you so much people!</p>
<p><img src="http://bloggfiler.no/retardedstar.blogg.no/images/259168-11-1292461413873.jpg" alt="" /><br /><br />And Kristin even decorated the chair.</p>]]></content:encoded>
			<bs:blogid></bs:blogid>
			<bs:blogurl></bs:blogurl>
			<bs:blogname></bs:blogname>
			<bs:itemtitle></bs:itemtitle>
			<bs:image-profile></bs:image-profile>
			<bs:url-profile></bs:url-profile>
			<bs:comments>0</bs:comments>
						<bs:image>http://bloggfiler.no/retardedstar.blogg.no/images/259168-11-1292461413873.jpg</bs:image>
					
		</item>

		
		<item>
			<title>Green Red Blue</title>
			<pubDate>Wed, 15 Dec 2010 10:25:52 GMT</pubDate>
			<link>http://retardedstar.blogg.no/1292408752_green_red_blue.html</link>
			<guid>http://retardedstar.blogg.no/1292408752_green_red_blue.html</guid>
			<description><![CDATA[ As Christmas narrows in, so does the last day of the course. On Friday there will be a lunch and some social things. But then, then the course is all over. And that's pretty weird, and not such a good thing. As people become a good group at events like this. But, I learned today that there is a BBQ planned in May. And I will really like this to happen. 
 Aaanyyhooow... 
 Last night turned out be a bit longer than I planned. As the moving for Camilla took some while. But we got everything done, only thing left is to pick up some small things, and clean the hallway. I feel that we did a good job. It was also some Peppes Pizza involved, so I was a happy camper. 
   I was sitting at home some days ago. And I started to draw. I have been thinking and planning about this motive for some time. Then it just came as I started to draw, I really need to stop this insecure thing about my abilities if I can draw this out of my own head and watching at my hand. Yeah, a little credit and a pat on the shoulder for my self.  I sent this picture to Tina, and she really wanted it. I was thinking of her as it was done, so there is no stranger to me to see this in her room. And she did tell me that she was looking forward to decorating her room with my drawings. I just started to blush, that girl really knows how to. I am so glad I have found myself a real keeper. And she sticks up with all my weird stuff, so she is more than a keeper. But, I do not feel like putting all of my thought on here. Some things are for her ears only, and some things are for the future.  I just want to put it on: I love you. ]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>As Christmas narrows in, so does the last day of the course. On Friday there will be a lunch and some social things. But then, then the course is all over. And that's pretty weird, and not such a good thing. As people become a good group at events like this. But, I learned today that there is a BBQ planned in May. And I will really like this to happen.</p>
<p>Aaanyyhooow...</p>
<p>Last night turned out be a bit longer than I planned. As the moving for Camilla took some while. But we got everything done, only thing left is to pick up some small things, and clean the hallway. I feel that we did a good job. It was also some Peppes Pizza involved, so I was a happy camper.</p>
<p><img src="http://bloggfiler.no/retardedstar.blogg.no/images/259168-7-1292408464123.jpg" alt="" /><br />I was sitting at home some days ago. And I started to draw. I have been thinking and planning about this motive for some time. Then it just came as I started to draw, I really need to stop this insecure thing about my abilities if I can draw this out of my own head and watching at my hand. Yeah, a little credit and a pat on the shoulder for my self. <br />I sent this picture to Tina, and she really wanted it. I was thinking of her as it was done, so there is no stranger to me to see this in her room. And she did tell me that she was looking forward to decorating her room with my drawings. I just started to blush, that girl really knows how to. I am so glad I have found myself a real keeper. And she sticks up with all my weird stuff, so she is more than a keeper. But, I do not feel like putting all of my thought on here. Some things are for her ears only, and some things are for the future. <br />I just want to put it on: I love you.</p>]]></content:encoded>
			<bs:blogid></bs:blogid>
			<bs:blogurl></bs:blogurl>
			<bs:blogname></bs:blogname>
			<bs:itemtitle></bs:itemtitle>
			<bs:image-profile></bs:image-profile>
			<bs:url-profile></bs:url-profile>
			<bs:comments>5</bs:comments>
						<bs:image>http://bloggfiler.no/retardedstar.blogg.no/images/259168-7-1292408464123.jpg</bs:image>
					
		</item>

		
		<item>
			<title>Hush little baby</title>
			<pubDate>Sun, 12 Dec 2010 01:39:59 GMT</pubDate>
			<link>http://retardedstar.blogg.no/1292117999_hush_little_baby.html</link>
			<guid>http://retardedstar.blogg.no/1292117999_hush_little_baby.html</guid>
			<description><![CDATA[ I was just about to turn in for the night, as Little Dude started to cry. I turned on the lights and could see the reason, as the covers, his sweater and the bed needs a wash. No wonder the little one refused food all day. He had thrown up, and I really need to give him a shower/bath tomorrow. He smells so bad. 
 So now I am awake to follow up on him. To see if he can get back to sleep and hopefully just given me one cover to wash. 
     ]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I was just about to turn in for the night, as Little Dude started to cry. I turned on the lights and could see the reason, as the covers, his sweater and the bed needs a wash. No wonder the little one refused food all day. He had thrown up, and I really need to give him a shower/bath tomorrow. He smells so bad.</p>
<p>So now I am awake to follow up on him. To see if he can get back to sleep and hopefully just given me one cover to wash.</p>
<p><img src="http://bloggfiler.no/retardedstar.blogg.no/images/259168-10-1292117994605.jpg" alt="" /><br /><br /></p>]]></content:encoded>
			<bs:blogid></bs:blogid>
			<bs:blogurl></bs:blogurl>
			<bs:blogname></bs:blogname>
			<bs:itemtitle></bs:itemtitle>
			<bs:image-profile></bs:image-profile>
			<bs:url-profile></bs:url-profile>
			<bs:comments>0</bs:comments>
						<bs:image>http://bloggfiler.no/retardedstar.blogg.no/images/259168-10-1292117994605.jpg</bs:image>
					
		</item>

		
		<item>
			<title>Forget that other people exist</title>
			<pubDate>Sat, 11 Dec 2010 22:29:30 GMT</pubDate>
			<link>http://retardedstar.blogg.no/1292106570_forget_that_other_peo.html</link>
			<guid>http://retardedstar.blogg.no/1292106570_forget_that_other_peo.html</guid>
			<description><![CDATA[ Sometimes other people give me a great reason for wondering. Considering what country we live in, and how early we learn to speak English, it's weird how three boys can stand and talk about me in English as I'm standing about 5 feet from them. Once again my weight was a subject, but to be honest. I would rater be F-A-T (as the boy called me) than so small minded and narrow sighted. And so what if I'm fat, so what if I'm overweight. Do I have to become skinny only to make these boys happy? Or do I have to do it to make the environment happy? Or should I do it to make myself happy? I really feel like people around me cast judgment only because I have a bigger size in pants than the "normal" should be. And then I think about the fact that normal mannequin are so small that clothes for an eleven year old is to big for the mannequin to display adult clothes on. Great way to tell people to be happy about themselves. As long as I can walk, have fun, be social, get outside on my own I will be happy. And I will be a big looser in the future. Somewhere down the big yellow brick road I will be. 
   
 Christmas will not come as a surprise on me this year. Christmas shopping ended several days ago. As all the presents finds themselves wrapped in gift paper, or at someone else house ready to be wrapped. ]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Sometimes other people give me a great reason for wondering. Considering what country we live in, and how early we learn to speak English, it's weird how three boys can stand and talk about me in English as I'm standing about 5 feet from them. Once again my weight was a subject, but to be honest. I would rater be F-A-T (as the boy called me) than so small minded and narrow sighted. And so what if I'm fat, so what if I'm overweight. Do I have to become skinny only to make these boys happy? Or do I have to do it to make the environment happy? Or should I do it to make myself happy? I really feel like people around me cast judgment only because I have a bigger size in pants than the "normal" should be. And then I think about the fact that normal mannequin are so small that clothes for an eleven year old is to big for the mannequin to display adult clothes on. Great way to tell people to be happy about themselves.<br />As long as I can walk, have fun, be social, get outside on my own I will be happy. And I will be a big looser in the future. Somewhere down the big yellow brick road I will be.</p>
<p><img style="display: block; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" src="http://bloggfiler.no/retardedstar.blogg.no/images/259168-10-1292106548177.jpg" alt="" /></p>
<p>Christmas will not come as a surprise on me this year. Christmas shopping ended several days ago. As all the presents finds themselves wrapped in gift paper, or at someone else house ready to be wrapped.</p>]]></content:encoded>
			<bs:blogid></bs:blogid>
			<bs:blogurl></bs:blogurl>
			<bs:blogname></bs:blogname>
			<bs:itemtitle></bs:itemtitle>
			<bs:image-profile></bs:image-profile>
			<bs:url-profile></bs:url-profile>
			<bs:comments>2</bs:comments>
						<bs:image>http://bloggfiler.no/retardedstar.blogg.no/images/259168-10-1292106548177.jpg</bs:image>
					
		</item>

		
		<item>
			<title>Numb</title>
			<pubDate>Sat, 04 Dec 2010 13:29:26 GMT</pubDate>
			<link>http://retardedstar.blogg.no/1291469366_numb.html</link>
			<guid>http://retardedstar.blogg.no/1291469366_numb.html</guid>
			<description><![CDATA[ My first session at the dentist is past. Half of my face is numb, and my nose is tingling. At least I did not have to kill the tooth, the hole was not as bad as expected. And I am not sorry for that.  Now I'm gonna wait until the  numbness  goes away, so I can eat some delicious food. 
 Bacteria killing thing tastes bad.  Really bad . 
   ]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My first session at the dentist is past. Half of my face is numb, and my nose is tingling. At least I did not have to kill the tooth, the hole was not as bad as expected. And I am not sorry for that.<br /><br />Now I'm gonna wait until the <em>numbness</em> goes away, so I can eat some delicious food.</p>
<p>Bacteria killing thing tastes bad. <strong>Really bad</strong>.</p>
<p> </p>]]></content:encoded>
			<bs:blogid></bs:blogid>
			<bs:blogurl></bs:blogurl>
			<bs:blogname></bs:blogname>
			<bs:itemtitle></bs:itemtitle>
			<bs:image-profile></bs:image-profile>
			<bs:url-profile></bs:url-profile>
			<bs:comments>0</bs:comments>
					
		</item>

		
		<item>
			<title>Winter wonderland</title>
			<pubDate>Wed, 01 Dec 2010 13:52:52 GMT</pubDate>
			<link>http://retardedstar.blogg.no/1291211572_winter_wonderland.html</link>
			<guid>http://retardedstar.blogg.no/1291211572_winter_wonderland.html</guid>
			<description><![CDATA[ As I look out the window, I can see white. White on the roofs, the streets. I can see people hurrying home, or somewhere warm. Coats, hats, scarfs, gloves.  For me the winter is all about mother nature using her own brand of eraser. Giving us the opportunity to make new traces, start with a clean slate and draw ourself a whole new story. I came to this world as the winter lured around the corner, and I have always loved the winter. Especially since I'm so warm, so a jacket is not really something I use. Some good shoes, a warm cap and I'm all set.  This is what winter's all about.     I would like to take up something, and that's  backstabbing .  backstab   back·stab   tr.v. back·stabbed, back·stab·bing, back·stabs    To attack (someone) unfairly, especially in an underhand, deceitful manner: " Some backstab each other and threaten to settle their differences with a punch " (Thomas Boswell).   (Taken from: http://www.thefreedictionary.com/backstabbing)    I see this as a real treachery. When you believe someone wants your best, and will watch over your back as you face another way, a backstab will most likely be a deceive and really hurtful. I do not see how someone can treat another person in this matter. To deceive someone, and be such a cheater and liar is impossible for me. Some white lies to take care of your own health is one thing, some white lies to keep another from being hurt is done with good intentions. But leaving a knife in a friends back, and acting like you just petted his/her back always bring forth such an anger in me. In one way it's good to know how this person is, and that's better sooner than later. But in another way, it can give you a feeling of abandonment and be so hurtful. It's anger for me this time. And relief, non the less. A great relief to know how this person really act when I'm facing another way. I'm glad I finally reached the note and managed to read it.  hello goodby  ]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>As I look out the window, I can see white. White on the roofs, the streets. I can see people hurrying home, or somewhere warm. Coats, hats, scarfs, gloves. <br />For me the winter is all about mother nature using her own brand of eraser. Giving us the opportunity to make new traces, start with a clean slate and draw ourself a whole new story. I came to this world as the winter lured around the corner, and I have always loved the winter. Especially since I'm so warm, so a jacket is not really something I use. Some good shoes, a warm cap and I'm all set. <br />This is what winter's all about.<br /> <img src="http://bloggfiler.no/retardedstar.blogg.no/images/259168-8-1291210699663.jpg" alt="" /><br /><br />I would like to take up something, and that's <em>backstabbing</em>.<br /><strong>backstab</strong><br /><strong>back·stab</strong><br /><strong>tr.v. back·stabbed, back·stab·bing, back·stabs </strong><br /><strong>To attack (someone) unfairly, especially in an underhand, deceitful manner: "<em>Some backstab each other and threaten to settle their differences with a punch</em>" (Thomas Boswell).<br /></strong><em>(Taken from: http://www.thefreedictionary.com/backstabbing)</em><strong><br /></strong>I see this as a real treachery. When you believe someone wants your best, and will watch over your back as you face another way, a backstab will most likely be a deceive and really hurtful. I do not see how someone can treat another person in this matter. To deceive someone, and be such a cheater and liar is impossible for me. Some white lies to take care of your own health is one thing, some white lies to keep another from being hurt is done with good intentions. But leaving a knife in a friends back, and acting like you just petted his/her back always bring forth such an anger in me. In one way it's good to know how this person is, and that's better sooner than later. But in another way, it can give you a feeling of abandonment and be so hurtful. It's anger for me this time. And relief, non the less. A great relief to know how this person really act when I'm facing another way.<br />I'm glad I finally reached the note and managed to read it. <em>hello goodby</em></p>]]></content:encoded>
			<bs:blogid></bs:blogid>
			<bs:blogurl></bs:blogurl>
			<bs:blogname></bs:blogname>
			<bs:itemtitle></bs:itemtitle>
			<bs:image-profile></bs:image-profile>
			<bs:url-profile></bs:url-profile>
			<bs:comments>0</bs:comments>
						<bs:image>http://bloggfiler.no/retardedstar.blogg.no/images/259168-8-1291210699663.jpg</bs:image>
					
		</item>

		
		<item>
			<title>Can this be?</title>
			<pubDate>Mon, 29 Nov 2010 23:32:29 GMT</pubDate>
			<link>http://retardedstar.blogg.no/1291073549_can_this_be.html</link>
			<guid>http://retardedstar.blogg.no/1291073549_can_this_be.html</guid>
			<description><![CDATA[  I was suppose to take a coffee with Veronica today, but since she had two sick "boys" to take care of I headed to her boyfriends house to pick up her son. I offered to take him for the day so she had one less to think about as well as keeping the little charmer from becoming sick. But, as always, the day did not go as expected. It became some coffee cups there, and a little one that became more in shape and just wanted to sit on the lap. So we took the way to get some food while the big boy got some sleep.  The end of the day was as expected. I was babysitting while I was suppose to clean. Oh well, as always there too, the cleaning went like so. I'm still not done, I have just said good night to my girlfriend and I'm still on my ass.   Want some pictures of the little charmer? Here goes.     Now I will  (read: I hope I will) get the cleaning done. So I can get to bed with a smile on my face and pat my own shoulder as I grin.        ]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><br />I was suppose to take a coffee with Veronica today, but since she had two sick "boys" to take care of I headed to her boyfriends house to pick up her son. I offered to take him for the day so she had one less to think about as well as keeping the little charmer from becoming sick. But, as always, the day did not go as expected. It became some coffee cups there, and a little one that became more in shape and just wanted to sit on the lap. So we took the way to get some food while the big boy got some sleep. <br />The end of the day was as expected. I was babysitting while I was suppose to clean. Oh well, as always there too, the cleaning went like so. I'm still not done, I have just said good night to my girlfriend and I'm still on my ass. <br /><br />Want some pictures of the little charmer? Here goes.<img style="display: block; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" src="http://bloggfiler.no/retardedstar.blogg.no/images/259168-10-1291073322802-n400.jpg" alt="" /><img style="display: block; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" src="http://bloggfiler.no/retardedstar.blogg.no/images/259168-10-1291073343622-n400.jpg" alt="" /><img style="display: block; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" src="http://bloggfiler.no/retardedstar.blogg.no/images/259168-10-1291073374318.jpg" alt="" /><br /><br />Now I will  (read: I hope I will) get the cleaning done. So I can get to bed with a smile on my face and pat my own shoulder as I grin. <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></p>]]></content:encoded>
			<bs:blogid></bs:blogid>
			<bs:blogurl></bs:blogurl>
			<bs:blogname></bs:blogname>
			<bs:itemtitle></bs:itemtitle>
			<bs:image-profile></bs:image-profile>
			<bs:url-profile></bs:url-profile>
			<bs:comments>0</bs:comments>
						<bs:image>http://bloggfiler.no/retardedstar.blogg.no/images/259168-10-1291073374318.jpg</bs:image>
					
		</item>

		
		<item>
			<title>Clean! GO DO IT!</title>
			<pubDate>Mon, 29 Nov 2010 19:39:48 GMT</pubDate>
			<link>http://retardedstar.blogg.no/1291059588_clean_go_do_it.html</link>
			<guid>http://retardedstar.blogg.no/1291059588_clean_go_do_it.html</guid>
			<description><![CDATA[ I am such an inspiration to the people that needs self control. Did you see the irony? 'Cause it's all over that sentence. I'm supposed to get the apartment clean, or else I'm not allowed to play Wii with my girlfriend tomorrow. I really need to clean! GO.....DO....IT! Maybe it will help to kick myself in the ass? 
   
   
 Ok. That's pretty hard, so I'll just try to do it. Do some positive thoughts about it. Right now I'm sitting here, writing, as I'm watching my lady on the other screen. Obviously I look concentrated.   ---------Interrupting meitemark. ]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I am such an inspiration to the people that needs self control. Did you see the irony? 'Cause it's all over that sentence. I'm supposed to get the apartment clean, or else I'm not allowed to play Wii with my girlfriend tomorrow. I really need to clean! GO.....DO....IT! Maybe it will help to kick myself in the ass?</p>
<p><img style="display: block; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" src="http://bloggfiler.no/retardedstar.blogg.no/images/259168-10-1291059439459.jpg" alt="" /></p>
<p> </p>
<p>Ok. That's pretty hard, so I'll just try to do it. Do some positive thoughts about it.<br />Right now I'm sitting here, writing, as I'm watching my lady on the other screen. Obviously I look concentrated. <br /><br />---------Interrupting meitemark.</p>]]></content:encoded>
			<bs:blogid></bs:blogid>
			<bs:blogurl></bs:blogurl>
			<bs:blogname></bs:blogname>
			<bs:itemtitle></bs:itemtitle>
			<bs:image-profile></bs:image-profile>
			<bs:url-profile></bs:url-profile>
			<bs:comments>0</bs:comments>
						<bs:image>http://bloggfiler.no/retardedstar.blogg.no/images/259168-10-1291059439459.jpg</bs:image>
					
		</item>

		
		<item>
			<title>I feel it. I do!</title>
			<pubDate>Thu, 25 Nov 2010 21:17:40 GMT</pubDate>
			<link>http://retardedstar.blogg.no/1290719860_i_feel_it_i_do.html</link>
			<guid>http://retardedstar.blogg.no/1290719860_i_feel_it_i_do.html</guid>
			<description><![CDATA[ It's kinda weird to be 23. Considering I have been 22 for an entire year now, then suddenly the age changes, the number changes, the years until 30 shortens. But I am still me, the crazy me. 
 I do believe I have a good group of people around me. People that call me to say "Hi" and "Happy birthday", people that text me, and write to me all over to do the same. The first gift I got this year was a picture of a saying about friendship. Given to me by my nephew and his girlfriend, and it's highly appreciated. A personal gift is so much better than a "fancy" one. I have also gotten "God of War 3"! That saved my boredom days. And since I have to entertain my girlfriend when she have removed her tonsils she gave me the game for me to entertain her. (And I know it's because I really wanted it as well. Even tho she says it's the only game she remembered by name.) I actually got two gifts from my girlfriend that day. And I gotta say that the second one, was the one I appreciated the most. And the gift I have closest to my heart. I catch myself smiling when I look at her, think of her and speak to her. Is that a sign of love? I would say so. 
 My birthday was a good day. A day filled with good friends, good people, love, warm surroundings and good memories to take on. Started the day at the course, where I brought cake, marzipan cake. Everyone liked it, and that really gave me a smile. Then I met up with Ola, to get the gift. My littlesister and her boyfriend, my girlfriend and Veronica and Ask-Andrè arrived later on. So many good people in one place. The day continued with dinner at a Chinese place here in town. Where we met up with Ludde, another one of the good people around me.  A little sum up of the day there. A birthday worth remembering, I would say. When I think of my 23rd birthday, there is one episode I will remember the strongest. And that episode will stay with me. 
 Now I am so much more calm. As I spoke to my dad yesterday, and he acted so calm about things I have been so worried about. And I got confirmation that he thinks about me often, and really wants to see me soon. I can say that I really miss my dad. I believe it's about 5.5 years since I saw him last 
 And! Oh.Oh.. OH!! I have met a nice dentist! He treated me so nice, calm and gentle. And acted so calm around me. Not all this stress about flossing and eating good and blah blah blah. Yeah, I do know that stuff is good for me. But WHY do ALL the dentist have to nag about it? Is it not good enough that the commercials nag ALL the time? Anyway, I am finally getting to start the project to get my teeth in order. Finally! 
     ]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>It's kinda weird to be 23. Considering I have been 22 for an entire year now, then suddenly the age changes, the number changes, the years until 30 shortens. But I am still me, the crazy me.</p>
<p>I do believe I have a good group of people around me. People that call me to say "Hi" and "Happy birthday", people that text me, and write to me all over to do the same.<br />The first gift I got this year was a picture of a saying about friendship. Given to me by my nephew and his girlfriend, and it's highly appreciated. A personal gift is so much better than a "fancy" one. I have also gotten "God of War 3"! That saved my boredom days. And since I have to entertain my girlfriend when she have removed her tonsils she gave me the game for me to entertain her. (And I know it's because I really wanted it as well. Even tho she says it's the only game she remembered by name.)<br />I actually got two gifts from my girlfriend that day. And I gotta say that the second one, was the one I appreciated the most. And the gift I have closest to my heart. I catch myself smiling when I look at her, think of her and speak to her. Is that a sign of love? I would say so.</p>
<p>My birthday was a good day. A day filled with good friends, good people, love, warm surroundings and good memories to take on. Started the day at the course, where I brought cake, marzipan cake. Everyone liked it, and that really gave me a smile. Then I met up with Ola, to get the gift. My littlesister and her boyfriend, my girlfriend and Veronica and Ask-Andrè arrived later on. So many good people in one place. The day continued with dinner at a Chinese place here in town. Where we met up with Ludde, another one of the good people around me. <br />A little sum up of the day there. A birthday worth remembering, I would say. When I think of my 23rd birthday, there is one episode I will remember the strongest. And that episode will stay with me.</p>
<p>Now I am so much more calm. As I spoke to my dad yesterday, and he acted so calm about things I have been so worried about. And I got confirmation that he thinks about me often, and really wants to see me soon. I can say that I really miss my dad. I believe it's about 5.5 years since I saw him last</p>
<p>And! Oh.Oh.. OH!! I have met a nice dentist! He treated me so nice, calm and gentle. And acted so calm around me. Not all this stress about flossing and eating good and blah blah blah. Yeah, I do know that stuff is good for me. But WHY do ALL the dentist have to nag about it? Is it not good enough that the commercials nag ALL the time?<br />Anyway, I am finally getting to start the project to get my teeth in order. Finally!</p>
<p><img style="display: block; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" src="http://bloggfiler.no/retardedstar.blogg.no/images/259168-7-1290719842265.jpg" alt="" /><br /><br /></p>]]></content:encoded>
			<bs:blogid></bs:blogid>
			<bs:blogurl></bs:blogurl>
			<bs:blogname></bs:blogname>
			<bs:itemtitle></bs:itemtitle>
			<bs:image-profile></bs:image-profile>
			<bs:url-profile></bs:url-profile>
			<bs:comments>0</bs:comments>
						<bs:image>http://bloggfiler.no/retardedstar.blogg.no/images/259168-7-1290719842265.jpg</bs:image>
					
		</item>

		
		<item>
			<title>Forever...and ever?</title>
			<pubDate>Fri, 19 Nov 2010 23:18:22 GMT</pubDate>
			<link>http://retardedstar.blogg.no/1290208702_foreverand_ever.html</link>
			<guid>http://retardedstar.blogg.no/1290208702_foreverand_ever.html</guid>
			<description><![CDATA[ Remember how I talked about the fact that I refused to sleep in my bed a while ago? I would not say anything about why at that time since I needed to be in the mood. Well, today I am. Since I was a little girl, my mother told me that spirits-ghosts-energy-the other world-and such were real. She used a pendulum and had Tarot cards that she used a lot. I have grown up in the belief that all of these things are real and have never doubted that. So, in my first apartment I had, at age 17 I had this scary dream. And this dream entered my fear for spirits. I have had episodes before that about my belief in spirits and ghosts and I have not doubted they're existence in this world. But this was the first time I had a real negative energy about it. Oh well, the dream. I saw this shape of a man with a coat and a hat. I remember that shape like it was yesterday. Anyway, this shape was soaked in a pitch black while he had a bright light behind him, who he covered. Then I got an out-of-body sight and could see myself lying in bed, laying like a dead woman. Stiff and straight. Then I see this man crawl on top of me with his fingernails soaked in my legs. Started in the foot end and worked his way up. I still remember it all in details, and I remember how scared I was the next morning.  This shape, or man, have followed me ever since. He feed of my negative energy and come up really strong in the time when I'm sad, depressed and such. Several persons in my life have been saying that they have seen or felt him. And I live at the top in a house with three floors, so I have no-one over me or on one side. Either way, my bed is placed next to a wall that contains my storage room on the other side. So, I have been sitting/laying in my bed at times talking in the phone. And people have asked me if someone else are there. At all times that have happened, I have not had company. People heard a strong echo, knocking on the walls around me and almost like a whisper/soft blow my a human into the phone. I never heard it, other than once. Then someone taped us talking on the phone when she heard it. So she played it for me, and I heard everything. That freaked me out big time! So, all of this, along with that man/shape that I can feel at times scares me out of my bed. I can feel like staying away from it since the knocking came from the wall towards the storage room. And the room was locked, so no-one could have been there. Is it a spirit, a ghost or an energy? Or is it just some weird noises from an old house and some strange feelings? I do not know.   I also have a good story from my step sister. She was sleeping in a room at my moms old place. Over her there was two shelfs. Placed so they overlapped right over her head. Suddenly she woke up and walked out in the living room and got to sleep on the couch. About 10-15 minutes later my mom woke her up and told her to get back in bed. When she entered the room, she noticed how the shelfs had collapsed and would have landed right on her head. And that would really have killed her instantly.  Is it a voice from another place, a feeling from within herself or just a coincidence? I do not know. But I do believe in a world containing more than the eye can see. So this is my choice; I choose to believe in a greater good, and a greater power. A greater energy. A world with energy, spirits and ghosts.   I do not see a ghost at every street corner or see people aura. I just choose to believe in what I can not see. 
     ]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Remember how I talked about the fact that I refused to sleep in my bed a while ago? I would not say anything about why at that time since I needed to be in the mood. Well, today I am.<br />Since I was a little girl, my mother told me that spirits-ghosts-energy-the other world-and such were real. She used a pendulum and had Tarot cards that she used a lot. I have grown up in the belief that all of these things are real and have never doubted that. So, in my first apartment I had, at age 17 I had this scary dream. And this dream entered my fear for spirits. I have had episodes before that about my belief in spirits and ghosts and I have not doubted they're existence in this world. But this was the first time I had a real negative energy about it. Oh well, the dream. I saw this shape of a man with a coat and a hat. I remember that shape like it was yesterday. Anyway, this shape was soaked in a pitch black while he had a bright light behind him, who he covered. Then I got an out-of-body sight and could see myself lying in bed, laying like a dead woman. Stiff and straight. Then I see this man crawl on top of me with his fingernails soaked in my legs. Started in the foot end and worked his way up. I still remember it all in details, and I remember how scared I was the next morning. <br />This shape, or man, have followed me ever since. He feed of my negative energy and come up really strong in the time when I'm sad, depressed and such. Several persons in my life have been saying that they have seen or felt him.<br />And I live at the top in a house with three floors, so I have no-one over me or on one side. Either way, my bed is placed next to a wall that contains my storage room on the other side. So, I have been sitting/laying in my bed at times talking in the phone. And people have asked me if someone else are there. At all times that have happened, I have not had company. People heard a strong echo, knocking on the walls around me and almost like a whisper/soft blow my a human into the phone. I never heard it, other than once. Then someone taped us talking on the phone when she heard it. So she played it for me, and I heard everything. That freaked me out big time!<br />So, all of this, along with that man/shape that I can feel at times scares me out of my bed. I can feel like staying away from it since the knocking came from the wall towards the storage room. And the room was locked, so no-one could have been there.<br />Is it a spirit, a ghost or an energy? Or is it just some weird noises from an old house and some strange feelings? I do not know. <br /><br />I also have a good story from my step sister. She was sleeping in a room at my moms old place. Over her there was two shelfs. Placed so they overlapped right over her head. Suddenly she woke up and walked out in the living room and got to sleep on the couch. About 10-15 minutes later my mom woke her up and told her to get back in bed. When she entered the room, she noticed how the shelfs had collapsed and would have landed right on her head. And that would really have killed her instantly. <br />Is it a voice from another place, a feeling from within herself or just a coincidence? I do not know. But I do believe in a world containing more than the eye can see. So this is my choice; I choose to believe in a greater good, and a greater power. A greater energy. A world with energy, spirits and ghosts. <br /><br />I do not see a ghost at every street corner or see people aura. I just choose to believe in what I can not see.</p>
<p><img style="display: block; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" src="http://bloggfiler.no/retardedstar.blogg.no/images/259168-8-1290208536187.jpg" alt="" /><br /><br /></p>]]></content:encoded>
			<bs:blogid></bs:blogid>
			<bs:blogurl></bs:blogurl>
			<bs:blogname></bs:blogname>
			<bs:itemtitle></bs:itemtitle>
			<bs:image-profile></bs:image-profile>
			<bs:url-profile></bs:url-profile>
			<bs:comments>0</bs:comments>
						<bs:image>http://bloggfiler.no/retardedstar.blogg.no/images/259168-8-1290208536187.jpg</bs:image>
					
		</item>

		
		<item>
			<title>Sometimes the end come as a surprise</title>
			<pubDate>Mon, 08 Nov 2010 16:11:45 GMT</pubDate>
			<link>http://retardedstar.blogg.no/1289232705_sometimes_the_end_com.html</link>
			<guid>http://retardedstar.blogg.no/1289232705_sometimes_the_end_com.html</guid>
			<description><![CDATA[ As I got home after a coffee today, I had my heart outside my chest. I received a  letter from Lindorff and started to wonder when and where I had forgotten a bill. So I called them, and got the positive response that it's not a debt collection but simply a take over from Deal. And since I have a deduction arrangement at Deal, I am now getting letters from Lindorff. Well, I don't mind as long as it's not a debt collection. 
 And I have been helping my dear friend Veronica this weekend. Since her little girl became 4 years old on Thursday. Been a kids party and an adult party for her. She have gotten SO much Hello Kitty now. Everything from a doll with Hello Kitty clothes to a Hello Kitty piggy bank. And she's in heaven right now. We were 24 people, 4 of them kids. And all in all about 6-8 cakes. 
 Now, I'm going to watch some more series and take it easy. 
 But in the end, I have to dedicate a little part to Synnøve-grandmother for my little sister and little brother. She passed away last week, so we are going to the funeral at Thursday. She was always so nice to us, gave us a good hug and a smile. And took care of us all. So Thursday will be a day filled with feelings. ]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>As I got home after a coffee today, I had my heart outside my chest. I received a  letter from Lindorff and started to wonder when and where I had forgotten a bill. So I called them, and got the positive response that it's not a debt collection but simply a take over from Deal. And since I have a deduction arrangement at Deal, I am now getting letters from Lindorff. Well, I don't mind as long as it's not a debt collection.</p>
<p>And I have been helping my dear friend Veronica this weekend. Since her little girl became 4 years old on Thursday. Been a kids party and an adult party for her. She have gotten SO much Hello Kitty now. Everything from a doll with Hello Kitty clothes to a Hello Kitty piggy bank. And she's in heaven right now. We were 24 people, 4 of them kids. And all in all about 6-8 cakes.</p>
<p>Now, I'm going to watch some more series and take it easy.</p>
<p>But in the end, I have to dedicate a little part to Synnøve-grandmother for my little sister and little brother. She passed away last week, so we are going to the funeral at Thursday. She was always so nice to us, gave us a good hug and a smile. And took care of us all. So Thursday will be a day filled with feelings.</p>]]></content:encoded>
			<bs:blogid></bs:blogid>
			<bs:blogurl></bs:blogurl>
			<bs:blogname></bs:blogname>
			<bs:itemtitle></bs:itemtitle>
			<bs:image-profile></bs:image-profile>
			<bs:url-profile></bs:url-profile>
			<bs:comments>0</bs:comments>
					
		</item>

		
	</channel>
</rss>

