<?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-11038544</id><updated>2012-01-06T10:35:04.764+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatever comes to mind...</title><subtitle type='html'>Yup, exactly what it says above...Leave a comment;)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>mrthorbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191540959698623296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c03_XGoOvp8/SMEbyB-VSOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FivSC_Z2FfI/S220/fra+v%C3%A5r+08+til+sommer+08+273.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>85</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11038544.post-1601604353472274623</id><published>2012-01-06T10:12:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T10:35:04.778+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy new year;)</title><content type='html'>Står verda til påske? Time vill sjåvv!&lt;br /&gt;Det er uansett et nytt år med nye muligheter, hvor enn klisje det høres ut. Er det ikke rart hvordan vi ofte tenker; Til neste år, neste uke, i morgen, når vi egentlig kunne gjort det i dag, begynt endringen i dag, brukt tida vår bedre i dag, sendt noen den meldingen i dag eller vært god mot noen i dag. " I morgo skal eg begynne eit nytt og betre liv...trur eg!" Nyttårsfortsetter har adri hatt noen interesse for meg. Det innebærer jo at man må vente til over nyttår for å begynne med hva enn man vil endre på. Om du har et ønske og en intensjon om å gjøre noe annerledes, kan du ikke da bare begynne med en gang? Hvorfor må vi utsette det?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta for eksempel jula. Før jul proppes vi fulle av alt som har med fettrik og tidvis veldig usunn (men du, så velsmakende) mat og hvordan vi skal forberede den best mulig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Etter jul og mot nyttår får vi høre om hvordan du kan bli kvitt de kiloene du la på deg i jula. Intet nytt under solen. Så hvorfor er det sånn? Hvorfor er jula alltid forbundet med fråtsing, overflod og et mas uten like for å finne gaver til alle og enhver? Hva oppnår vi med alt dette? Gir det en lykkefølelse? Gir det varig glede? Gjør det andre glade? Vitner det om kjærlighet til andre? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En sier ofte at "den største glede du kan ha, er å gjøre andre glad". Jeg er hjertens enig, men spørsmålet vi alle kan stille oss selv, er hvorvidt måten vi forsøker å gjøre dette på er den beste. Det kan godt hende at vi alle har gode måter å vise kjærlighet på og glede andre. Det kan imidlertid også hende at vi feiler ganske ofte, idet vi lar egoismen i oss ta overhånd. Du kan umulig nekte for at det ikke har hendt deg også. Vi har alle sagt dumme ting til andre mennesker, både kjente og ukjente. Men er ikke egentlig de uvennlige ordene unødvendige? Er det ikke mulig å vise kjærlighet mot andre, selv om de ikke viser det tilbake? Er det ikke mulig å møte ondskap med godhet? Jeg tror det er mulig. Jeg så det skje i etterkant av 22. juli, og jeg ser det skje hver dag. Jeg ser også ondskap hver dag. Det er en stor overvekt av ondskap vi får presentert i nyhetene. Det er sjelden nyhetene har en overvekt av positive hendelser. Men om du og jeg prøver i våre liv å spre godhet til de vi møter, selv om vi blir møtt med uvennlighet, er jeg overbevist om at det vil utgjøre en forskjell. I dare you;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11038544-1601604353472274623?l=mrthorbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/feeds/1601604353472274623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11038544&amp;postID=1601604353472274623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/1601604353472274623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/1601604353472274623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy new year;)'/><author><name>mrthorbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191540959698623296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c03_XGoOvp8/SMEbyB-VSOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FivSC_Z2FfI/S220/fra+v%C3%A5r+08+til+sommer+08+273.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11038544.post-4610260386111343685</id><published>2011-09-15T16:40:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T22:19:46.181+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Høst, regn og alt annet...</title><content type='html'>Så vi er nådd midten av september; bladene er så smått litt gule, regnet faller jevnt med enkelte oppholdsperioder og Thorbjørn er i gang med ny jobb i ny by...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Det er mange tanker som spinner rundt i disse tider i dette hodet, om hvor lenge jeg kommer til å føle meg ny og uerfaren på jobb, hva jeg skal prioritere av alle tingene jeg kan finne på å fylle fritida med...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Når alt kommer til alt, er det jo i grunn luksusproblemer? Jeg har jobb, mat, penger, kone, venner, familie... Jeg har ingen verdens ting å klage på, sett i forhold til det store flertall her i verden!! Til tross for dette, er skaperen av universet interessert i hva jeg foretar meg, hvordan jeg har det, hva jeg frustrerer meg over, hva jeg gleder meg over, og best av alt - Han elsker meg!!&lt;br /&gt;En av t-skjortene mine sier egentlig alt..: Privileged...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11038544-4610260386111343685?l=mrthorbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/feeds/4610260386111343685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11038544&amp;postID=4610260386111343685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/4610260386111343685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/4610260386111343685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/2011/09/hst-regn-og-alt-annet.html' title='Høst, regn og alt annet...'/><author><name>mrthorbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191540959698623296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c03_XGoOvp8/SMEbyB-VSOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FivSC_Z2FfI/S220/fra+v%C3%A5r+08+til+sommer+08+273.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11038544.post-3897936298195168974</id><published>2011-07-27T15:55:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T16:09:44.425+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes,,,</title><content type='html'>Så flytter vi da til Bergen. Regnbyen. Fløyen. Bryggen. Bergensere. Nye omgivelser og nye mennesker. Spennende, men også litt rart og uvant. Siste sted vi bodde, var det stort sett sol og varmt, mens det nå stort sett vil være vått og delvis kaldt. Er spent på hva slags jobb jeg klarer å finne meg, hvilke nye mennesker jeg treffer på og hva tiden i Bergen bringer med seg av opplevelser: sorger, gleder, overraskelser...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alt i alt er det vel bare sant at livet ofte er som du tar det. Så får vi se hvordan det går;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11038544-3897936298195168974?l=mrthorbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/feeds/3897936298195168974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11038544&amp;postID=3897936298195168974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/3897936298195168974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/3897936298195168974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/2011/07/changes.html' title='Changes,,,'/><author><name>mrthorbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191540959698623296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c03_XGoOvp8/SMEbyB-VSOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FivSC_Z2FfI/S220/fra+v%C3%A5r+08+til+sommer+08+273.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11038544.post-9101004273464923325</id><published>2011-05-02T04:56:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T05:17:24.111+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Smil og vær glad....?</title><content type='html'>Dager er aldri like. Det kan synes som om de går i ett, men det er alltid noe ved en spesifikk dag som er annerledes fra de andre. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La oss si du i all hovedsak står opp, dusjer, spiser frokost, drar til skolen/jobben, sitter på forelesning/jobber, spiser lunsj, jobber litt mer/seminargruppe, reiser hjem, spiser middag, gjør fritidsaktiviteter, spiser kvelds, sover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hvis du tar en kikk på hvert element av denne oppsummeringen, er jeg 100% sikker på at du finner ganske mye som er ulikt fra en dag til en annen. Folkene du møter, været, lydene, humøret ditt, problemene/utfordringene, opplevelsene, gledene, det er aldri helt likt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeg tror poenget mitt er at vi ofte glemmer de små tingene. Utfordringen min er derfor å sette tris på de små tingene som vi normalt ikke tenker over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Så åpne øynene, spiss ørene, skjerp luktesansen, og la deg facinere av de små tingene som er krydderet i livet. Du vil trolig smile mer, føle deg mer levende, og ikke minst se at det alltid er noe spesielt å sette pris på ved hver dag:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11038544-9101004273464923325?l=mrthorbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/feeds/9101004273464923325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11038544&amp;postID=9101004273464923325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/9101004273464923325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/9101004273464923325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/2011/05/smil-og-vr-glad.html' title='Smil og vær glad....?'/><author><name>mrthorbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191540959698623296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c03_XGoOvp8/SMEbyB-VSOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FivSC_Z2FfI/S220/fra+v%C3%A5r+08+til+sommer+08+273.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11038544.post-2129956882707810084</id><published>2011-04-03T13:08:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T00:42:17.414+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Fundraising...</title><content type='html'>So I finally have found something to do down here, that also generates income. It involves meeting people in the streets to raise funds for UNICEF. So I will be one of those people that I often try to avoid, walking down the streets, go figure... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a somewhat ambivalent feeling towards this, cause I know how annoying people like that can be. They give you a bad conscience because you really have the money to help. Still you might feel somewhat resistant committing to it, because you are either cheap, don't trust that your money will reach those children (or whatever), or you feel you help enough already? Whatever your reason, thefundraisingpeople (this is actually the name of my employer) are probably not on your "love" list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, this is actually one of the better causes to raise funds for. UNICEF does so much good around the world, and therefore I have faith in what I'll be "selling". This type of work will also force me to be more outgoing, which I have been working towards since late primary school. So I guess this might actually turn out to be a good thing, at least I hope so:P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11038544-2129956882707810084?l=mrthorbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/feeds/2129956882707810084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11038544&amp;postID=2129956882707810084' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/2129956882707810084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/2129956882707810084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/2011/04/fundraising.html' title='Fundraising...'/><author><name>mrthorbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191540959698623296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c03_XGoOvp8/SMEbyB-VSOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FivSC_Z2FfI/S220/fra+v%C3%A5r+08+til+sommer+08+273.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11038544.post-6296073323870098493</id><published>2011-03-14T11:07:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T15:02:12.901+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Time passes quickly...</title><content type='html'>Or does it come too fast? Either way, I feel like it is already half way into March and I haven't really done much this year...&lt;br /&gt;When I think a little deeper though, I have in fact done quite a bit;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have travelled to the other side of the world.&lt;br /&gt;I have driven around most of New Zealand.&lt;br /&gt;I have bought a car. &lt;br /&gt;I have met more people in these last couple of months than I have for several years. &lt;br /&gt;I have had to spell out my name more times than I have ever had to before. &lt;br /&gt;I have almost learned to surf. &lt;br /&gt;I have skydived. &lt;br /&gt;I have played drums in church again (1st time in 3 months).&lt;br /&gt;I have attended a drive-in cinema for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;I have discovered Tim-Tams;)&lt;br /&gt;I have been to Top Gear Live.&lt;br /&gt;I have met kangaroos up close.&lt;br /&gt;I have met Siris baby Seth:D&lt;br /&gt;I have watched a Netball game (!?!)&lt;br /&gt;I have played Futsal.&lt;br /&gt;I have missed snow.&lt;br /&gt;I have been sunburned.&lt;br /&gt;I have watched the skiing world championship online;)&lt;br /&gt;I have played jellybean mastermind;D&lt;br /&gt;I have done the worlds highest swing!&lt;br /&gt;I have jetboated;)&lt;br /&gt;I have sandsurfed.&lt;br /&gt;I have been to the ice bar.&lt;br /&gt;I have seen the most amazing fireworks ever.&lt;br /&gt;I have been to the coolest cinema I know of.&lt;br /&gt;I have gotten the most expensive phone bill of my life.&lt;br /&gt;I have been seakayaking.&lt;br /&gt;I have been to Rivendell.&lt;br /&gt;I have wrestled the waves.&lt;br /&gt;I have been to Australias most eastern point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess things happen along the way...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11038544-6296073323870098493?l=mrthorbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/feeds/6296073323870098493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11038544&amp;postID=6296073323870098493' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/6296073323870098493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/6296073323870098493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/2011/03/time-passes-quickly.html' title='Time passes quickly...'/><author><name>mrthorbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191540959698623296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c03_XGoOvp8/SMEbyB-VSOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FivSC_Z2FfI/S220/fra+v%C3%A5r+08+til+sommer+08+273.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11038544.post-8092404633888792444</id><published>2011-02-12T01:28:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T01:53:55.555+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Australia again...</title><content type='html'>For better summary of our NZ trip, read http://bollapinsvin.blogspot.com/.&lt;br /&gt;Så nå har vi funnet oss sted å bo, bil å kjøre i og univeritetet Vårin skal gå på. Så nå er det i grunn bare å finne seg jobb, og så er vi i havn:P Australia er vaaarmt, (om dere ikke visste det...) så mens dere stakkars nordmenn sklir på isen, renner vi bort på andre siden:S Det vil si, i går hadde vi regn, lyn og torden. Det regnet så kraftig at selv om jeg kjørte i 40 km/t med viskere på fullt, var sikten dårlig. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Så nå er da ferien forbi, gjestene har reist og hverdagen i ferd med å komme tilbake. Dere får nyte VM så lenge det varer, her nede er vel rugby-sesongen ved å starte;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stort mer er vel ikke å fortelle, Men har lagt ut adressen vår på FB for de som evt vil sende oss brev/pakke/kort el.l. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Varme(!) tanker fra andre siden:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11038544-8092404633888792444?l=mrthorbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/feeds/8092404633888792444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11038544&amp;postID=8092404633888792444' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/8092404633888792444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/8092404633888792444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/2011/02/australia-again.html' title='Australia again...'/><author><name>mrthorbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191540959698623296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c03_XGoOvp8/SMEbyB-VSOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FivSC_Z2FfI/S220/fra+v%C3%A5r+08+til+sommer+08+273.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11038544.post-5544492333226783297</id><published>2011-01-13T23:07:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T01:54:44.275+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Australia...</title><content type='html'>So we've finally arrived in Australia! Well, at the moment we are in New Zealand, but anyways:) So the week we've spent here has basically been wet...really wet! Tropic rain is a describing expression. So we have had a lot of time inside at our dear friend Siri's house, where we've spent the time watching tv, playing with her baby Seth, eating and talking. I guess there'll be more fun when we get back. The last day before we went to nz was at least sunny, so Siri showed us her school, and we got to see a couple of kangaroos up close:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to present:) We have now spent the first day in nz in Christchurch, wandering about town, doing some shopping, gathering some tourist info about the rest of the country, eating (tasted a choc explosion donut!) and not the least, we've been to nz adventist summercamp:) Heard a really cool and inspiring speaker, James Black (youth director of north america), and met a lot of nice people;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cheers from New Zealand, life is sweet;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11038544-5544492333226783297?l=mrthorbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/feeds/5544492333226783297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11038544&amp;postID=5544492333226783297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/5544492333226783297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/5544492333226783297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/2011/01/australia.html' title='Australia...'/><author><name>mrthorbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191540959698623296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c03_XGoOvp8/SMEbyB-VSOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FivSC_Z2FfI/S220/fra+v%C3%A5r+08+til+sommer+08+273.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11038544.post-3196184827474570106</id><published>2010-12-27T14:20:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T14:22:45.311+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Time comes...</title><content type='html'>...or flyes away, depending on how you see it. Anyways, it is now only 8 days untill we start off our travel to the other side;) Australia closing in:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11038544-3196184827474570106?l=mrthorbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/feeds/3196184827474570106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11038544&amp;postID=3196184827474570106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/3196184827474570106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/3196184827474570106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/2010/12/time-comes.html' title='Time 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type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is kinda nuts...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11038544-2504589959397098560?l=mrthorbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/feeds/2504589959397098560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11038544&amp;postID=2504589959397098560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/2504589959397098560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/2504589959397098560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11038544-6082927506434131055?l=mrthorbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/feeds/6082927506434131055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11038544&amp;postID=6082927506434131055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/6082927506434131055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/6082927506434131055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/2010/12/take-look.html' title='Take a look;)'/><author><name>mrthorbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191540959698623296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c03_XGoOvp8/SMEbyB-VSOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FivSC_Z2FfI/S220/fra+v%C3%A5r+08+til+sommer+08+273.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11038544.post-505654743309192686</id><published>2010-12-03T10:44:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T17:08:44.638+01:00</updated><title type='text'>So here's the thing...</title><content type='html'>The last few months I've been working with the social services, having a lot of nice colleagues, doing what I can to make the everyday easier for those in need of help. It has been a nice few months, but right now I find myself without a job, without a stabil place to live and somehow I guess you could relate it to many of my former clients. Of course you have to subtract the fact that I do this voluntarily, but as I said: I guess you can somehow relate it...&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, why I write this note, is because I'm fortunate enough to have options. Not just a few, but a whole lot of options! I can basically do anything I want if I put my mind to it and I can trace that back to the fact that I was born into a good family. They gave me those options by raising me in a good way, helping me with all the stuff I needed help with, and showing me what was important in life. But how come I was so lucky and not everyone else? Shouldn't everyone have the privilege of choosing their own way of life, their line of education and work, their mate, what to eat? I believe so, but so much for wishful thinking...cause this world sucks, when it comes down to it! People starve, people sleep outside because they have to, people are forcefully married, people can't choose what to east because it might only be a handfull of rice for them that day. This world is not as it should be!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what, you can say: It's the only one we've got! Sure enough, but that doesn't have to mean it is the only way it can be...&lt;br /&gt;I have read about a way of living that includes giving people options, showing them love and acceptance unconditionally and making sure nobody has to starve. It is even how this world was intended to be. I tell you, I'd love to see this world be like that again. Check out the 4 gospels, maybe you'll start longing and striving for a better world too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11038544-505654743309192686?l=mrthorbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/feeds/505654743309192686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11038544&amp;postID=505654743309192686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/505654743309192686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/505654743309192686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/2010/12/so-heres-thing.html' title='So here&apos;s the thing...'/><author><name>mrthorbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191540959698623296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c03_XGoOvp8/SMEbyB-VSOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FivSC_Z2FfI/S220/fra+v%C3%A5r+08+til+sommer+08+273.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11038544.post-5532111642099508072</id><published>2010-10-21T18:03:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T18:15:45.274+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The world is not as i should be...</title><content type='html'>Heard it before? So have I. But there is no arguing with the statement. People treat eachother as if they have no love in their hearts. As if there were no such things as compassion and altruism. How did it come to this? More important: What can you do with it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11038544-5532111642099508072?l=mrthorbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/feeds/5532111642099508072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11038544&amp;postID=5532111642099508072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/5532111642099508072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/5532111642099508072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/2010/10/world-is-not-as-i-should-be.html' title='The world is not as i should be...'/><author><name>mrthorbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191540959698623296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c03_XGoOvp8/SMEbyB-VSOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FivSC_Z2FfI/S220/fra+v%C3%A5r+08+til+sommer+08+273.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11038544.post-3217938811590478160</id><published>2010-09-10T18:08:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T18:35:45.557+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomhet, men likevel tilfredshet...</title><content type='html'>Noen dager føles det litt tomt, kanskje mest de dagene som bare flyr forbi uten at du føler du har gjort noe fornuftig...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Så er den likevel der, den følelsen av at det er noe som gir dagen verdi. Dagen er ikke helt tom for mening, det mangler kanskje bare litt oppmerksomhet fra din side?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kanskje var du litt for trøtt til å legge merke til alle de gode tingene som skjedde i dag. Kanskje var du litt for fokusert på den mindre gode delen av dagen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I det store og det hele glemte du kanskje bare å leve i øyeblikket, å sette pris på de små tingene akkurat der og da. Eller kanskje ble det så mange øyeblikk å holde styr på at du mistet oversikten...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomheten kan fort komme sigende når fokuset på øyeblikkene svinner hen. Men kanskje er det nødvendig å føle tomhet iblant? Kanskje setter du da desto mer pris på øyeblikkene, eller føler du må tenke litt på hvorvidt det egentlig var tomhet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Når jeg ser tilbake på denne dagen, ser jeg at selv om den har gått i ett, jeg har vært trøtt og fungert litt på autopilot, så har den vært stappfull av gode øyeblikk, for se på denne oppsummeringen:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeg tok en varm dusj, gav Vårin en klem og et kyss på kinnet der hun lå og halvsov, hun smilte. Jeg gikk ut i den friske høstlufta og trakk et dypt pust, sola skinte så smått gjennom skyene. Jeg satt på t-banen og roet sinnet med god musikk. Jeg gikk en tur fra hellerud til godlia i finværet i Guds nærhet og frydet meg over å leve. Jeg kom på jobb og på morgenmøte hvor vi spiste av godispremien fra fotballturneringen i går. Kollegene er utrolig koselige folk. Tina har et smil som du bare blir glad av. Massasjestolen er en lifesaver. De daglige 2 koppene kakao nytes på eget kontor. Følelsen av at det er fredag ettermiddag og snart sabbat er deilig og kom snikende når jeg gikk til t-banen etter jobb. Jeg hadde en koselig samtale på banen med en koselig kollega. Jeg gikk i min egen lille musikkverden og handlet mat til helga. Jeg kom hjem til egen leilighet og satt meg ned i en god stol. Jeg skal straks lage god mat og ha en deilig rolig kveld før helga setter ionn for alvor. Jeg føler fred i sinn og sjel og er egentlig veldig tilfreds, selv om dagen egentlig føles som om den har gått i ett og på autopilot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomhet, men likevel tilfredshet...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11038544-3217938811590478160?l=mrthorbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/feeds/3217938811590478160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11038544&amp;postID=3217938811590478160' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/3217938811590478160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/3217938811590478160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/2010/09/tomhet-men-likevel-tilfredshet.html' title='Tomhet, men likevel tilfredshet...'/><author><name>mrthorbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191540959698623296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c03_XGoOvp8/SMEbyB-VSOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FivSC_Z2FfI/S220/fra+v%C3%A5r+08+til+sommer+08+273.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11038544.post-1251491853914526181</id><published>2010-08-05T22:40:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T23:32:02.273+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Noen ganger er'e ålreight...</title><content type='html'>Denne sommeren har gått i ett, fra ende til annen. To og en halv uke i Etiopia, en uke på sommerstevne og halvannen uke på speidercamporee. Tilsammen over en måned uten komfortabel seng, med bag/koffert som klesskap, med lite søvn, og med høyst variabel matstandard. Man kunne lett forestille seg at en slik sommer ville fortone seg som slitsom, likevel er det trolig den beste sommeren jeg har hatt!&lt;br /&gt;Nye mennesker, fantastiske mennesker! Steder jeg ikke har vært før, ting jeg ikke har gjort før mm.&lt;br /&gt;Still I wonder...what has it done with me, have I changed for the better? Have I learned from all this? I hope I have...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11038544-1251491853914526181?l=mrthorbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/feeds/1251491853914526181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11038544&amp;postID=1251491853914526181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/1251491853914526181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/1251491853914526181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/2010/08/noen-ganger-ere-alreight.html' title='Noen ganger er&apos;e ålreight...'/><author><name>mrthorbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191540959698623296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c03_XGoOvp8/SMEbyB-VSOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FivSC_Z2FfI/S220/fra+v%C3%A5r+08+til+sommer+08+273.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11038544.post-2676019325054864737</id><published>2010-06-04T09:58:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T09:59:41.799+02:00</updated><title type='text'>og med ett...</title><content type='html'>...såvar jeg ferdigutdannet;P muntlig eksamen overstått og fiks ferdig sosionom!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11038544-2676019325054864737?l=mrthorbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/feeds/2676019325054864737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11038544&amp;postID=2676019325054864737' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/2676019325054864737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/2676019325054864737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/2010/06/og-med-ett.html' title='og med ett...'/><author><name>mrthorbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191540959698623296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c03_XGoOvp8/SMEbyB-VSOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FivSC_Z2FfI/S220/fra+v%C3%A5r+08+til+sommer+08+273.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11038544.post-8948398890981093277</id><published>2010-05-20T10:16:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T10:38:46.136+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Om ikke så lenge...</title><content type='html'>Det går mot slutten! Men det gjør det jo for oss alle, kan du si. Men jeg mener ikke den slutten, jeg mener slutten på skolen!! For om knappe to uker står jeg forhåpentligvis ferdig utdannet etter bestått eksamen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noen vil påstå at det er nå livet virkelig begynner, med jobb, hus, bil, barn osv.&lt;br /&gt;Men det synes noe virkelighetsfjernt å påstå noe slikt. For livet har mange sider, livet har mange variasjoner, og om livet ikke virkelig begynner før du har fått deg jobb og hus og bil og barn og jeg vet ikke hva, så har jeg på en måte vært død inntil nå. Det er en tanke jeg ikke er komfortabel med, for jeg har tatt altfor mange viktige avgjørelser allerede, som har vært bestemmende faktorer for hvor jeg er i dag. Jeg har også opplevd altfor mye som i mine øyne er en stor del av hva livet handler om.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men hva vet vel jeg? Jeg har jo ikke levd det virkelige livet ennå!? &lt;br /&gt;Hva så men dem som aldri bor et fast sted, de som lever på sosialhjelp fra de er tenåringer, de som venter til de er 30 med å tenke på kone/mann og barn eller kanskje aldri får dette. Lever ikke de et virkelig liv? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeg tror jeg vil våge å påstå at de gjør det, at jeg gjør det og har gjort det hele livet! For livet har mange faser, men det er like virkelig i alle disse fasene. Uansett hvilke valg du tar, hvor du havner og hvem du møter, så har du et virkelig liv. Det er imidlertid opp til hver enkelt å gjøre det beste ut av det man har. Gjør du det?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11038544-8948398890981093277?l=mrthorbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/feeds/8948398890981093277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11038544&amp;postID=8948398890981093277' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/8948398890981093277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/8948398890981093277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/2010/05/om-ikke-sa-lenge.html' title='Om ikke så lenge...'/><author><name>mrthorbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191540959698623296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c03_XGoOvp8/SMEbyB-VSOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FivSC_Z2FfI/S220/fra+v%C3%A5r+08+til+sommer+08+273.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11038544.post-4455946252650622766</id><published>2010-04-25T02:48:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T03:21:36.970+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Midt på natta...</title><content type='html'>So if you are wondering, 2:48&lt;br /&gt;But I am still not in bed, even though I really should be. So this is just a thought to all of you: Dare to be amazed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, there are so many things on this planet or outside this planet that are amazing. And they deserve to be admired, wondered about and studied. The cell, what an amazing creation. Something that little is so complex and could not do its function if it was just a tiny bit different. The sun, it burns and burns, making it possible for us to be alive at all, but if we were just a little bit closer to it, we would not be alive. The wind, where does it come from? We know it's there, but we can't see it. The animals, so many incredible creatures. The universe, so big, maybe never-ending! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did all of this come to be? Did it evolve from nothing? Was it created by a higher being? If evolved, what is the point of it all? Is there a purpose with anything? If we evolved, why did moral come to be? &lt;br /&gt;If created, who created? Why? At least moral would be explainable.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think about the perfect(or the once perfect)order in the nature and universe - just the slightest difference, an we would not be! nothing would. It is so perfectly timed, structured, put together that it seems handmade to the smallest detail. We would not believe that a watch happened by accident? No, it is a handcraft. Neither would we believe a computer happened by a coincidence? No, it is created by someone. As are other machines, houses, carpets. So thinking about the brain we have, what an amazing computer, better than any other ever made! Perfectly tuned (normally) made to control our bodies senses, organs, everything! How could this not be created somehow, when all these other things are? It makes no sense that it happened by accident?? But if it was created, then who created it? Many religions, many "gods", which is it? At lest this I know for sure: Whomever it is, I am amazed!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11038544-4455946252650622766?l=mrthorbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/feeds/4455946252650622766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11038544&amp;postID=4455946252650622766' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/4455946252650622766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/4455946252650622766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/2010/04/midt-pa-natta.html' title='Midt på natta...'/><author><name>mrthorbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191540959698623296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c03_XGoOvp8/SMEbyB-VSOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FivSC_Z2FfI/S220/fra+v%C3%A5r+08+til+sommer+08+273.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11038544.post-7323899737644770748</id><published>2010-04-08T12:09:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T12:15:08.230+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The hospital window</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://www.tangle.com/flash/swf/flvplayer.swf" FlashVars="viewkey=06717b0cba7de01ee4b9" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="330" height="270" name="tangle" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="always" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" /&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11038544-7323899737644770748?l=mrthorbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/feeds/7323899737644770748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11038544&amp;postID=7323899737644770748' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/7323899737644770748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/7323899737644770748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/2010/04/hospital-window.html' title='The hospital window'/><author><name>mrthorbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191540959698623296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c03_XGoOvp8/SMEbyB-VSOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FivSC_Z2FfI/S220/fra+v%C3%A5r+08+til+sommer+08+273.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11038544.post-1955973761043617388</id><published>2010-04-07T10:58:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T11:19:25.860+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging...</title><content type='html'>So lately I haven't really thought much about blogging. Mostly because my mind has been busy thinking about my bachelor assignment, but also I just haven't really had so much to blog about. Well, maybe thats no true, I always have, because it can be whatever! But still, maybe not enough. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I spent easter on the west coast of Norway. First I was in Bergen for my grandmothers funeral, imagine that: 97 years old... And from there I went to Geiranger, a beautiful place at the innermost end of a fjord. And walking around there, with so much silence (except from the noise of the waterfall) gave a few moments of peace. And of course this makes some thought come up...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So life lies ahead of me, life lies behind me, and life is right now, which do I chose to live?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can live the life that is behind me, that is re-living it in my head, dwelling on all my past experiences, letting them stop me from living another life, binding me an keeping me stuck in the past. Though memories are not a bad thing, they can be if that is all you think of..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can also chose to live in the future, wondering about what might be, planning ahead so much that I keep myself from living life as a free individual, and instead becoming a slave to my planned future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But most of all I can chose to live now, the life that is, whatever it contains. Memories are good, in portions. So is planning ahead, as long as you don't plan it all (at least so I feel). But dare to live life now and make the most of it, so that the memories you have later will be good ones, and the future you lay the foundation for now, becomes the best it can be...Good luck;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11038544-1955973761043617388?l=mrthorbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/feeds/1955973761043617388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11038544&amp;postID=1955973761043617388' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/1955973761043617388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/1955973761043617388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/2010/04/blogging.html' title='Blogging...'/><author><name>mrthorbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191540959698623296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c03_XGoOvp8/SMEbyB-VSOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FivSC_Z2FfI/S220/fra+v%C3%A5r+08+til+sommer+08+273.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11038544.post-5186386667105468342</id><published>2010-02-25T14:25:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T14:29:23.465+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Zipper...</title><content type='html'>Just a thought:&lt;div&gt;How cool would it be if the zipper was suddenly pulled down, and the perfect world was revealed behind the shitty world we live in nowadays? The colors were so much brighter and more alive than what we're used to, and the animals were not hostile or creepy. The sun did not burn you, the wasp did not sting, and people did not harm each other. How cool would that be!!??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11038544-5186386667105468342?l=mrthorbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/feeds/5186386667105468342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11038544&amp;postID=5186386667105468342' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/5186386667105468342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/5186386667105468342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/2010/02/zipper.html' title='Zipper...'/><author><name>mrthorbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191540959698623296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c03_XGoOvp8/SMEbyB-VSOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FivSC_Z2FfI/S220/fra+v%C3%A5r+08+til+sommer+08+273.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11038544.post-6874589621674927113</id><published>2010-02-09T16:43:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T16:44:23.467+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nytt innlegg...gammelt innlegg</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/2009/03/stopp-opp.html"&gt;http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/2009/03/stopp-opp.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11038544-6874589621674927113?l=mrthorbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/feeds/6874589621674927113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11038544&amp;postID=6874589621674927113' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/6874589621674927113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/6874589621674927113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/2010/02/nytt-innlegggammelt-innlegg.html' title='Nytt innlegg...gammelt innlegg'/><author><name>mrthorbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191540959698623296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c03_XGoOvp8/SMEbyB-VSOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FivSC_Z2FfI/S220/fra+v%C3%A5r+08+til+sommer+08+273.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11038544.post-81069447761108946</id><published>2010-02-08T13:57:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T14:21:34.602+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Valg...trær...livskraft?</title><content type='html'>Jeg sitter og ser ut av vinduet. Ser prydbusken til naboen som er nedtynget av våt snø glidd ned fra taket. Det er en forunderlig ting at jeg velger å se på akkurat det, når jeg egentlig kunne gjort så mye annet. Hva om jeg heller valgte å pakke bagen og sette meg på første fly til Brasil? Eller hva om jeg hadde gjort noe så enkelt som å gjøre det jeg burde, nemlig å jobbe med bacheloroppgaven min? Men nei, jeg sitter og skriver om treet jeg kikker på nå med jevne mellomrom. Nedtynget av snø som det ikke kunne hjelpe for at havnet der. Hvor urettferdig er ikke det?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeg har sett mange trær slik gjennom årenes løp, noen så nedtynget at de knekker helt sammen. Andre står fortsatt rette og ranke med bare litt snø på greinene. De virker nesten immune noen av dem, mot vekten av snøen. Men så kan det skje at det kommer et uventet uvær som rokker selv ved de sterkeste av trær. Hvor uforutsigbart alt er? Eller kanskje for noen veldig forutsigbart? Noen trær står jo dag ut og år inn stille i ørkensanden, vel vitende om at vann er en knapphet som kun finnes langt nede i jorda, og det kommer til å være sånn i lang tid ennå. De har kun en liten kilde til liv, men de holder det gående likevel. Et lite lys i mørket av susende vind og sandstormer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kanskje det som er mest forunderlig er likevel de trærne som er helt nedtynget av snøen, men som reiser seg igjen om våren. De er helt nede, men reiser seg igjen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Livskraft....underlig ting, forstår det ikke, men har det i meg. Blir jeg stående? Ville jeg reist meg? Ville jeg holdt ut i stormen?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11038544-81069447761108946?l=mrthorbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/feeds/81069447761108946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11038544&amp;postID=81069447761108946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/81069447761108946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/81069447761108946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/2010/02/valg.html' title='Valg...trær...livskraft?'/><author><name>mrthorbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191540959698623296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c03_XGoOvp8/SMEbyB-VSOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FivSC_Z2FfI/S220/fra+v%C3%A5r+08+til+sommer+08+273.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11038544.post-6560699072242124197</id><published>2010-02-04T18:21:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T18:35:55.886+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Validation...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="height: 344px; width: 425px;"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Cbk980jV7Ao"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Cbk980jV7Ao" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11038544-6560699072242124197?l=mrthorbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/feeds/6560699072242124197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11038544&amp;postID=6560699072242124197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/6560699072242124197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/6560699072242124197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/2010/02/validation.html' title='Validation...'/><author><name>mrthorbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191540959698623296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c03_XGoOvp8/SMEbyB-VSOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FivSC_Z2FfI/S220/fra+v%C3%A5r+08+til+sommer+08+273.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11038544.post-8055992575444827120</id><published>2010-02-03T15:35:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T15:36:37.372+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendship...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Friendship is like standing on wet cement. The longer you  stay, the harder it's to leave, and you can never go without leaving  your footprints behind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11038544-8055992575444827120?l=mrthorbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/feeds/8055992575444827120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11038544&amp;postID=8055992575444827120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/8055992575444827120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/8055992575444827120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/2010/02/friendship.html' title='Friendship...'/><author><name>mrthorbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191540959698623296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c03_XGoOvp8/SMEbyB-VSOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FivSC_Z2FfI/S220/fra+v%C3%A5r+08+til+sommer+08+273.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11038544.post-8524282406423726680</id><published>2010-01-04T18:00:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T18:10:31.859+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Last lap...</title><content type='html'>So now I'm hopefully just half a year away from finishing my education...It's both exciting, scary, and sad, cause I don't know anything but the fact that I won't be going back to school and my class next fall:( Other than that, I'm wondering what will be my first job, or before that, If I will actually pass my exam? And further on I can't wait to go to New Zealand in less than a year!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, happy new year to all!! Lots of people have like new year resolutions, an I guess I do too, but it is always train more, eat less sugar stuff, use more time with God, and I dont need a new year to start doing so? So the moral must be; dont wait;)&lt;br /&gt;So I hope you've had a nice holiday, and that you are ready to take on the new years challenges:)&lt;br /&gt;I know I am, and if you are ever in need of a good chat; give me a call;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11038544-8524282406423726680?l=mrthorbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/feeds/8524282406423726680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11038544&amp;postID=8524282406423726680' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/8524282406423726680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/8524282406423726680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/2010/01/last-lap.html' title='Last lap...'/><author><name>mrthorbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191540959698623296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c03_XGoOvp8/SMEbyB-VSOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FivSC_Z2FfI/S220/fra+v%C3%A5r+08+til+sommer+08+273.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11038544.post-2719443181168130620</id><published>2009-12-21T23:46:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T00:11:20.679+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Jul, jul, strålande jul...</title><content type='html'>Jula er både det ene og det andre... For noen er den på ingen måte noen god tid, da den kun betyr kulde, sorg og misunnelse av andre som kan kose seg hos familien sin med god mat og varme...&lt;br /&gt;For andre betyr den stress uten like, for at alle familiemedlemmer skal få en gave, hvilket de ikke har rukket å ordne tidligere...et evig stress og pengemas. Jula er for noen hvit jul, andre pinnekjøtt, og sikkert også mange musikken. Musikken som sådan virker å være delt i to; Den ene typen julemusikk omhandler julenissen på en eller annen måte, han skal komme med gaver, reinsdyrene hans kan fly og en har rød nese, eller kanskje er julenissen sexy??&lt;br /&gt;Den andre delen av julemusikken omhandler Jesus, Gud som ble menneske i en liten stall. Jeg lurer ofte på hvorfor så mange mennesker blir litt "kristne" en gang i året, da de går på julekonserter, i kirka på julemesse el.? Er det bare tradisjon? Betyr ordene i sangene noe for dem? Skjønner folk hva de synger og tenker de over det?&lt;br /&gt;Jeg håper du tar deg tid til å tenke litt i alt maset, enten det er gaver eller å holde varmen som er fokuset. Hvorfor synger så mange mennesker om en liten gutt som ble født for 2000 år siden? Hvem var han, hva gjorde han, hva sa han? Betyr det noe?&lt;br /&gt;Jeg ønsker uansett alle en God jul, hva nå enn det innebærer for deg. Håper du kan ta med deg noen gode tanker og minner fra året som snart er forbi, og at året som kommer kan være en velsignelse både for deg og for de menneskene du omgir deg med:) Juleklem fra meg deles ut etter ønske;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11038544-2719443181168130620?l=mrthorbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/feeds/2719443181168130620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11038544&amp;postID=2719443181168130620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/2719443181168130620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/2719443181168130620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/2009/12/jul-jul-stralande-jul.html' title='Jul, jul, strålande jul...'/><author><name>mrthorbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191540959698623296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c03_XGoOvp8/SMEbyB-VSOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FivSC_Z2FfI/S220/fra+v%C3%A5r+08+til+sommer+08+273.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11038544.post-8500922109513982146</id><published>2009-11-29T17:31:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T18:11:24.236+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Lofoten...</title><content type='html'>So this weekend I went up north to play a coulpe of concerts with some friends (about 9 in the number) and I left early thursday morning. After eating dinner, we started practicing and it went on until the next day at 4 o'clock, even though we slept a bit in between.&lt;br /&gt;Friday night at 6 an 9, we played the two concerts that were the most varied concerts I've been on...&lt;br /&gt;The best part of the weekend was however the social part. It turned out to be the most wonderful weekend I've had in a loong time, laughing more than ever, having good conversations, loads of fun, great music, great people, all in all a fantastic weekend.&lt;br /&gt;Now though, I'm left with the disappointing feeling of yet another spiritual peak passed. Because what we had up there wont last, even though I would want it to. I am however hopeful in the possibility of living like we did the past few days, some time in the future. Different people perhaps, and another place, but with the same focus, the same love for eachother and the same eagerness to share it with others!&lt;br /&gt;So cliche as it might be, I have a dream...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11038544-8500922109513982146?l=mrthorbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/feeds/8500922109513982146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11038544&amp;postID=8500922109513982146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/8500922109513982146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/8500922109513982146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/2009/11/lofoten.html' title='Lofoten...'/><author><name>mrthorbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191540959698623296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c03_XGoOvp8/SMEbyB-VSOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FivSC_Z2FfI/S220/fra+v%C3%A5r+08+til+sommer+08+273.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11038544.post-4830490620324757516</id><published>2009-11-13T20:16:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T20:48:45.474+01:00</updated><title type='text'>What is life?</title><content type='html'>Do you know?&lt;br /&gt;I guess I could come with a few suggestions anyways:)&lt;br /&gt;Here is the first part of the definition give by Wikipedia:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Life&lt;/b&gt; (cf. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Biota_%28ecology%29" title="Biota (ecology)"&gt;biota&lt;/a&gt;) is a characteristic that distinguishes &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Object_%28philosophy%29" title="Object (philosophy)"&gt;objects&lt;/a&gt; that have self-sustaining &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Biological_process" title="Biological process"&gt;biological processes&lt;/a&gt; from those that do not&lt;sup id="cite_ref-Koshland_0-0" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Life#cite_note-Koshland-0"&gt;&lt;span&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;1&lt;span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;sup id="cite_ref-AHDLife_1-0" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Life#cite_note-AHDLife-1"&gt;&lt;span&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;2&lt;span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; —either because such functions have ceased (&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Death" title="Death"&gt;death&lt;/a&gt;), or else because they lack such functions and are classified as "&lt;a href="http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/inanimate" class="extiw" title="wiktionary:inanimate"&gt;inanimate&lt;/a&gt;."&lt;sup id="cite_ref-2" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Life#cite_note-2"&gt;&lt;span&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;3&lt;span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/p&gt;But thats not all is it? Is life only the biological processes working within us?&lt;br /&gt;Well...if you think of it - yes! Because every thought, every thing you do is a result of some&lt;br /&gt;biological process happening inside you in advance.&lt;br /&gt;But let's look past that small detail. To know what life is, we first have to know what it consists of, agreed? So what does life consist of? Love? Well, I believe there has to be some love present in ones life for people to live. If love seems to be gone, what then is life worth living for?&lt;br /&gt;Good and bad experiences? So you could say, cause isn't that really all there is? Either an experience is good or its bad, isn't it? If not, then comment;)&lt;br /&gt;Other people? Yes, if not for other people than youself it would not be life. You would not excist! And other people is also necessary for you to experience love. That is if you rule out God, but can you? God is life, so utters the Bible. So God is according to the Bible a necessity for life to excist.&lt;br /&gt;So if you then acknowledge The Bible as true, God shuld be a part of life.&lt;br /&gt;Football is life! Is it? Quite a few people seems to believe this, at least they act as if it is all that matters in life. Perhaps the rest of humankind have misunderstood? Or maybe not...&lt;br /&gt;Well...I've mentioned a few things that life consists of. So what is life then?&lt;br /&gt;So far life is: Love, good and bad experiences, other people, God and perhaps football.&lt;br /&gt;I now urge you all to suggest more things that together makes life whatever it is. Or, if you know the answer to my first question, tell us;)&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11038544-4830490620324757516?l=mrthorbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/feeds/4830490620324757516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11038544&amp;postID=4830490620324757516' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/4830490620324757516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/4830490620324757516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-is-life.html' title='What is life?'/><author><name>mrthorbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191540959698623296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c03_XGoOvp8/SMEbyB-VSOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FivSC_Z2FfI/S220/fra+v%C3%A5r+08+til+sommer+08+273.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11038544.post-1465169322194601114</id><published>2009-11-08T12:43:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T12:49:14.981+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Av og til...</title><content type='html'>Av og til har jeg bare ingenting å skrive om, selv om det nå kan virke mot sin hensikt å nettopp skrive! Men av og til er det liksom ingenting som nødvendigvis må ut gjennom fingrene, og det ender opp med en masse svada som ingen egentlig får noe ut av å lese. Da blir det til at jeg prater om slike hverdagsligheter som at tja...det er 20 cm snø ute (ja Håkon, vet du faktisk evt blir misunnelig dersom snømengden i Martin ikke tilsvarer kravene;) og at det nærmer seg jul for de som ikke visste det, og at livet ellers fortoner seg sånn nogenlunde normalt (jada, lange setninger er fint;)&lt;br /&gt;Så før dere drukner helt i lange setninger med minimalt innhold, får jeg bare fortelle dere at jeg er glad dere stikker innom og gir meg en kommentar nå og da (om det er tilfelle;) og så er jeg glad i dere og savner deg Siri:) store bjørneklemmer til alle!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11038544-1465169322194601114?l=mrthorbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/feeds/1465169322194601114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11038544&amp;postID=1465169322194601114' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/1465169322194601114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/1465169322194601114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/2009/11/av-og-til.html' title='Av og til...'/><author><name>mrthorbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191540959698623296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c03_XGoOvp8/SMEbyB-VSOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FivSC_Z2FfI/S220/fra+v%C3%A5r+08+til+sommer+08+273.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11038544.post-3286793999145347444</id><published>2009-10-03T20:54:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T21:19:47.270+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Life and stuff....</title><content type='html'>As we keep wandering through challenges, good and bad experiences, extremes - one or the other way, shallow talk, deep conversations, highs and lows...you sometimes have to stop up and think what it's all really about. Like why do you do the things you do and say the things you say, is it worth being said or done, does it help you or the world around you in any way, does is make yours and others lives easier or maybe worse?&lt;br /&gt;All in all this is called utilitarism, in other and understandable words - consequential thinking. And I often wonder if I do this too much or too little, as for the people around me. Usually I come to the conclution about others, that they do this to little. If you take a look around you, people are constantly doing stuff without thinking consequences, and they end up hurting others, themselves and making a mess of things. Now I'm not going to exclude myself from this, cause I also do stupid things. But are we really thinking enough about the consequences of our actions? Will ve ever?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11038544-3286793999145347444?l=mrthorbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/feeds/3286793999145347444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11038544&amp;postID=3286793999145347444' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/3286793999145347444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/3286793999145347444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/2009/10/life-and-stuff.html' title='Life and stuff....'/><author><name>mrthorbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191540959698623296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c03_XGoOvp8/SMEbyB-VSOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FivSC_Z2FfI/S220/fra+v%C3%A5r+08+til+sommer+08+273.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11038544.post-2040713315973326221</id><published>2009-09-08T19:26:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T19:27:11.516+02:00</updated><title type='text'>For dem som ikke har prøvd...</title><content type='html'>Rafting er syyykt moro:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Og prøv grottevandring....man skulle ikke tro det, men det er utrolig moro;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11038544-2040713315973326221?l=mrthorbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/feeds/2040713315973326221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11038544&amp;postID=2040713315973326221' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/2040713315973326221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/2040713315973326221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/2009/09/for-dem-som-ikke-har-prvd.html' title='For dem som ikke har prøvd...'/><author><name>mrthorbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191540959698623296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c03_XGoOvp8/SMEbyB-VSOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FivSC_Z2FfI/S220/fra+v%C3%A5r+08+til+sommer+08+273.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11038544.post-8507044863898578980</id><published>2009-08-17T13:09:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T13:19:55.982+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer gone...</title><content type='html'>So back to the world of school and studies in just a few days, and turning the day and night back around again. Summer is a good time of the year for bears like myself; sunny, pleasant, full of good experiences and nice memories, and did I mention sunny?&lt;br /&gt;But it is closing in on fall, with gray rainy days to put an end to my normally good mode...&lt;br /&gt;Then again I am generally happy, however the weather might be, so you'll probably not notice it as much anyway!&lt;br /&gt;So a thought for today and until I eventually blog again; do you have some people in your life whom you wish you had more contact with than you actually have? Now is a good time to get better in touch;)&lt;br /&gt;Free hugs to all!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11038544-8507044863898578980?l=mrthorbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/feeds/8507044863898578980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11038544&amp;postID=8507044863898578980' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/8507044863898578980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/8507044863898578980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/2009/08/summer-gone.html' title='Summer gone...'/><author><name>mrthorbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191540959698623296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c03_XGoOvp8/SMEbyB-VSOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FivSC_Z2FfI/S220/fra+v%C3%A5r+08+til+sommer+08+273.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11038544.post-2351459784892820206</id><published>2009-07-15T15:20:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T14:10:36.815+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Prinsipper...</title><content type='html'>Så i løpet av den siste halvannen uka har jeg fått en del interessant input.&lt;br /&gt;Det går i hovedsak på hva Bibelen har å tilby.&lt;br /&gt;Mange Adventister har vokst opp med mange regler, som de etterhvert har fått opp i halsen.&lt;br /&gt;De har levd lenge med alle tingene de ikke kan gjøre, ikke minst på sabbaten. Så hva vil jeg fram til...? Bibelen kommer med noen regler ja, men som Jesus rundet av til to: Du skal elske Herren din Gud av hele ditt hjerte og din neste som deg selv. Det blir da en utfordring å finne fram til dybden av disse to budene. Men i tillegg til disse, finner vi i bibelen ganske mange prinsipper. Og det er en stor forskjell på lover/regler og prinsipper. Prinsipper er til forskjell fra lover og regler ikke en bestemmelse om hva du skal eller ikke skal gjøre, men noe du legger til grunn for hva du velger å gjøre. Du finner for eksempel et prinsipp i bibelen om at det er dumt å drikke seg sanseløs og rave rundt, men ingen regel om at du ikke skal drikke. Det vil jo si at det er opp til deg hvordan du forholder deg til alkohol, men det er i alle fall dumt å drikke for mye. Du finner også prinsipper for hvordan man bør behandle mennesker, for hva/hvordan man spiser, for tidsbruk, for arbeidsmoral og mye annet.&lt;br /&gt;Så jeg tenker det er verdt å ta en titt, enten man er kristen eller ikke...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11038544-2351459784892820206?l=mrthorbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/feeds/2351459784892820206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11038544&amp;postID=2351459784892820206' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/2351459784892820206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/2351459784892820206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/2009/07/prinsipper.html' title='Prinsipper...'/><author><name>mrthorbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191540959698623296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c03_XGoOvp8/SMEbyB-VSOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FivSC_Z2FfI/S220/fra+v%C3%A5r+08+til+sommer+08+273.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11038544.post-4633723300080630364</id><published>2009-06-13T01:04:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T01:08:30.704+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sosio-et eller anna...</title><content type='html'>Ja det er det jeg studerer;)&lt;br /&gt;Og jeg stortrives!! I dag har jeg også nok en gang fått bekreftet hvor&lt;br /&gt;fantastisk sosiale og koselige folka i klassen min er...&lt;br /&gt;Det er en stor fornøyelse hver gang vi samles et eller anna sted, og det&lt;br /&gt;er alltid den samme gode stemningen!!&lt;br /&gt;Så til alle dere som ikke vet det...: sosionomstudenter er et bra folkeslag;)&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy summer!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11038544-4633723300080630364?l=mrthorbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/feeds/4633723300080630364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11038544&amp;postID=4633723300080630364' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/4633723300080630364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/4633723300080630364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/2009/06/sosio-et-eller-anna.html' title='Sosio-et eller anna...'/><author><name>mrthorbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191540959698623296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c03_XGoOvp8/SMEbyB-VSOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FivSC_Z2FfI/S220/fra+v%C3%A5r+08+til+sommer+08+273.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11038544.post-1912827506129533916</id><published>2009-05-29T01:12:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T01:12:22.008+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I love being married!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11038544-1912827506129533916?l=mrthorbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/feeds/1912827506129533916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11038544&amp;postID=1912827506129533916' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/1912827506129533916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/1912827506129533916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-love-being-married.html' title='I love being married!!'/><author><name>mrthorbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191540959698623296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c03_XGoOvp8/SMEbyB-VSOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FivSC_Z2FfI/S220/fra+v%C3%A5r+08+til+sommer+08+273.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11038544.post-4320334300977492621</id><published>2009-05-03T18:11:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T18:49:12.347+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Heaven...</title><content type='html'>So I guess most people believing in another life after this, must have been wondering how it's gonna be... As for me, I sometimes catch myself trying to imagine what heaven is going to be like.&lt;br /&gt;So to give y'all a deep dive into the depths of my imagination, sit back and make up a picture in your own head while I describe it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So her you are, just after Jesus has come back to earth to take you to his place. You are flying with all the people you love, through the clouds, up against the atmosphere, through the ozone layer(or whatever is left of it) and into space. You don't have to worry about breathing, cause that's taken care of somehow. You can just enjoy the flight, passing Mars, Jupiter and the others, passing other solar systems, other galaxies, something tat seems like other universes for what you know, and in a split second lasting like forever, you enter the gates of Gods heaven in company of a crowd so big you cannot count them. And to welcome you, out of the gates flies angels, the way they really look, singing praises to their king who has returned with his children.&lt;br /&gt;Now well inside the gates, you get a view of this magnificent place. Here unfortunately, I cannot even imagine what you will see, cause I don't have the faintest idea myself... All I know is that after spending a millennium in one fantastic place, well be spending eternity in another. But before that, I think we'll be witnessing the creation process all over again, while Jesus creates a new earth for us to live on! Now after that process, I start imagining again:&lt;br /&gt;I picture an earth that looks green and blue from a distance, bu while getting closer, it reveals so many beautiful colors i takes your breath away. With all kinds of animals, fishes, birds and other creatures you've never seen before. There are magnificent trees, valleys, heights and woods, but no sharp cliffs or rocks to hurt yourself on. The grass you walk in is soft an you'll find no thistles or other hurtful plants. There will be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt; mosquitoes or other insects stinging you, and no snakes to bite you. And when you take a deeper look at the animals, you find a bear walking over to give you a hug, a little monkey landing on your shoulder wanting to play and a eagle who asks you to come take a flight with him. You leap of the ground, and even without wings, you'll raise up to the skies, gliding over the fantastic earth that God created, and then you see the new Jerusalem, shining with all Gods glory, reminding you this is your home. It is safe, it is eternal, and it is all good...&lt;br /&gt;How I wish to leave this place, with all its anger, stealing, murder, rapes, child abuse, torture, quarreling, deceit, evil...&lt;br /&gt;The best thing is...It is getting closer by the minute!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So than you for making this trip with me...hope to see you there anytime soon;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11038544-4320334300977492621?l=mrthorbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/feeds/4320334300977492621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11038544&amp;postID=4320334300977492621' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/4320334300977492621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/4320334300977492621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/2009/05/heaven.html' title='Heaven...'/><author><name>mrthorbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191540959698623296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c03_XGoOvp8/SMEbyB-VSOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FivSC_Z2FfI/S220/fra+v%C3%A5r+08+til+sommer+08+273.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11038544.post-4156054882014530444</id><published>2009-04-20T18:03:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T18:20:15.218+02:00</updated><title type='text'>No worries...</title><content type='html'>Det er noe helt spesielt å være på tur ute i naturen, langt fra folk og stress.&lt;br /&gt;På søndag morgen, midt i skogen, med vårsola smilende fra en lettskyet himmel, tok jeg meg selv i å føle meg totalt fri for bekymringer. Det var en utrolig følelse, og akkurat nå kom jeg til å tenke på en deLillos sang som beskriver noe av det jeg følte akkurat da. Litt omskrevet blir det til:&lt;br /&gt;"å ligge midt i skogen og bare være til", for nettopp da følte jeg at det var alt jeg gjorde, hakuna matata i et nøtteskall;P&lt;br /&gt;So get out in the woods and just be;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11038544-4156054882014530444?l=mrthorbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/feeds/4156054882014530444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11038544&amp;postID=4156054882014530444' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/4156054882014530444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/4156054882014530444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/2009/04/no-worries.html' title='No worries...'/><author><name>mrthorbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191540959698623296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c03_XGoOvp8/SMEbyB-VSOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FivSC_Z2FfI/S220/fra+v%C3%A5r+08+til+sommer+08+273.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11038544.post-8247491800024788174</id><published>2009-04-17T12:10:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T12:20:36.333+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunshine...</title><content type='html'>Det er ikke til å komme fra at jeg trolig har et solcelle panel et eller annet sted på kroppen...&lt;br /&gt;Det er kanskje den mest fornuftige forklaringen på humørstigningen min når våren og sommeren&lt;br /&gt;atter står for døren og at jeg er i mye bedre humør hver gang solen i det hele tatt titter fram...&lt;br /&gt;Konklusjonen er altså at jeg går på solenergi.&lt;br /&gt;Riktignok har jeg også andre energikilder, og noen av dem funker veldig bra, men det er få ting som topper humøret mitt så mye som en soldag!&lt;br /&gt;Og siden vi nå nærmer oss sommer, så er det heller ingen overraskelse at humørkurven min er&lt;br /&gt;stigende. Så alle dere deprimerte sjeler...watch out;) Likevel, føler jeg ingen grunn til å unskylde meg for å være i godt humør. Hvorfor skal jeg føle meg dårlig fordi andre ikke har det så bra? Er det ikke mulig at mitt gode humør og lyse syn på livet kan smitte over på andre, i stedet for at andres dårlige humør og mørke syn på livet smitter over på meg?&lt;br /&gt;Jeg har lest om at selv om du bare setter opp et falsk smil hvis du er i dårlig humør, så hjelper det faktisk!! Så smil mennesker!! Husk at det alltid er minst ett lyspunkt i tilværelsen din som du kan feste blikket på, for du har en Gud som elsker deg;)&lt;br /&gt;Og om du trenger å bli minnet om det, så se at jeg smiler nettopp på grunn av det!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sol ute, sol inne, sol i hjertet, sol i sinnet, sol bare sol!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11038544-8247491800024788174?l=mrthorbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/feeds/8247491800024788174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11038544&amp;postID=8247491800024788174' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/8247491800024788174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/8247491800024788174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/2009/04/sunshine.html' title='Sunshine...'/><author><name>mrthorbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191540959698623296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c03_XGoOvp8/SMEbyB-VSOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FivSC_Z2FfI/S220/fra+v%C3%A5r+08+til+sommer+08+273.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11038544.post-6195027967285991520</id><published>2009-04-07T23:16:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T23:40:25.052+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a happy thought;)</title><content type='html'>I like being married...cause there's always someone I can talk to, always someone I can get a hug from or give a hug to. There is always someone that gives me a smile, always someone to brighten up my day if it's grey, always someone I can do things together with. Someone to care for, someone to care for you. But above all I love the stability, the constant feeling of unconditional love, despite the stupid things I say or do. The warm feeling I get inside me every time she gives me that look, like she wonders why I love her. Well, here you have a few hints;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11038544-6195027967285991520?l=mrthorbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/feeds/6195027967285991520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11038544&amp;postID=6195027967285991520' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/6195027967285991520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/6195027967285991520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-happy-thought.html' title='Just a happy thought;)'/><author><name>mrthorbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191540959698623296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c03_XGoOvp8/SMEbyB-VSOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FivSC_Z2FfI/S220/fra+v%C3%A5r+08+til+sommer+08+273.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11038544.post-8592321928739167638</id><published>2009-04-07T20:32:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T21:14:52.221+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Du skal ikke lyve...</title><content type='html'>Eller "Du skal ikke vitne falskt mot din neste", uansett tror jeg man skjønner poenget...&lt;br /&gt;Du skal ikke si ting som ikke er sant, for det kan gjøre skade på en eller annen måte.&lt;br /&gt;Og tar jeg ikke helt feil, er dette en gjenganger i de andre budene i Guds lov også:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Du skal ikke ha andre guder enn meg", for det sårer meg og det er ikke bra for deg.&lt;br /&gt;"Du skal ikke lage deg noe gudebilde og ikke tilbe det", for det er sårende for meg og gjøre deg ikke noe godt.&lt;br /&gt;"Du skal ikke misbruke Herren din Guds navn" for det sårer meg.&lt;br /&gt;"Kom hviledagen i hu, så du holder den i hellig..." for jeg har velsignet sabbaten og gjort den til noe spesielt så du kan få hvile.&lt;br /&gt;"Du skal hedre din far og din mor...", for det vil de sette pris på.&lt;br /&gt;"Du skal ikke slå ihjel", for det er ødeleggende for både pårørende, deg selv og samfunnet.&lt;br /&gt;"Du skal ikke drive hor", for det er til skade for både deg og de andre det berører&lt;br /&gt;"Du skal ikke stjele", for de du stjeler fra vil synes det er kjipt, og du vil føle deg dårlig i ettertid.&lt;br /&gt;"Du skal ikke vitne falskt mot din neste", for det kan såre folk og bli kjipt for deg selv.&lt;br /&gt;"Du skal ikke begjære din nestes eiendom eller hustru...", for om du stadig ønsker deg noe annet enn det du har, vil du aldri fullt ut sette pris på det du har.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alltid greit med en repetisjon...golden rule and the summary of it all: Gjør mot andre som du vil at andre skal gjøre mot deg, og gjør ikke mot andre som du ikke vil at andre skal gjøre mot deg.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11038544-8592321928739167638?l=mrthorbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/feeds/8592321928739167638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11038544&amp;postID=8592321928739167638' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/8592321928739167638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/8592321928739167638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/2009/04/du-skal-ikke-lyve.html' title='Du skal ikke lyve...'/><author><name>mrthorbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191540959698623296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c03_XGoOvp8/SMEbyB-VSOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FivSC_Z2FfI/S220/fra+v%C3%A5r+08+til+sommer+08+273.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11038544.post-7252481218817738101</id><published>2009-03-30T23:19:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T23:28:23.243+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Stopp opp...</title><content type='html'>Vi fyker gjennom hverdagen, ofte alt for fort. Dermed går vi fort glipp av alt det Gud prøver å vise oss... Gud kan beskrives på så mange måter, men jeg tror Han kan beskrives på en måte som vi ikke tenker over, nemlig som et barn.&lt;br /&gt;Forestill deg at en unge roper på deg eller kommer bort til deg og maser om at du må komme og se!! Men du er opptatt med ditt og sier "vent litt" eller "ikke nå". Gud er litt som den lille ungen, i den forstand at han alltid vil ha oppmerksomhet... Han prøve stadig å vise deg ting...facinerende ting, ting du ikke har tenkt over, ting du vil bli glad for, ting du vil synes er morsomt, flott, fantastisk. Gud har så mye å vise deg, og du tar deg ikke tid til det...&lt;br /&gt;Skru ned tempoet litt...se deg rundt, åpne øynene dine, ørene dine, sansene dine...Opplev verden slik Gud prøver å vise deg den!! Det er en mulighet hvis du tar deg tid til å komme og se...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11038544-7252481218817738101?l=mrthorbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/feeds/7252481218817738101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11038544&amp;postID=7252481218817738101' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/7252481218817738101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/7252481218817738101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/2009/03/stopp-opp.html' title='Stopp opp...'/><author><name>mrthorbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191540959698623296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c03_XGoOvp8/SMEbyB-VSOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FivSC_Z2FfI/S220/fra+v%C3%A5r+08+til+sommer+08+273.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11038544.post-1154617322049874</id><published>2009-03-19T07:41:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T07:44:39.454+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Å være syk...</title><content type='html'>Nå har det seg sånn at jeg som de fleste vet, synes at det er ufattelig unødvendig og tullete å være syk. Og jeg befatter meg normalt sett ikke med slike tullerier. Men en sjelden gang i blant, skjer altså det forsøkt ungåtte....&lt;br /&gt;Men jeg sier det igjen; Det er tullete og totalt unødvendig å bli syk!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hilsen ønskelig frisk...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11038544-1154617322049874?l=mrthorbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/feeds/1154617322049874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11038544&amp;postID=1154617322049874' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/1154617322049874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/1154617322049874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/2009/03/vre-syk.html' title='Å være syk...'/><author><name>mrthorbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191540959698623296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c03_XGoOvp8/SMEbyB-VSOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FivSC_Z2FfI/S220/fra+v%C3%A5r+08+til+sommer+08+273.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11038544.post-8604983100134026441</id><published>2009-02-28T09:39:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T09:55:50.525+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Vær alltid glade!!</title><content type='html'>Jeg tror det ligger mer i dette bibelverset enn det en først tenker over. Så jeg skal si litt om hva jeg tenker det innebærer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For det første står det "&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;vær &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;alltid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;". Da er altså tanken at man alltid skal være glade. Men jeg tror ikke det er en mulighet i den verden vi lever i å være glade hele tiden. På den andre siden er det ikke sikkert det er snakk om å være sprudlene, smilende, i godt humør hele tiden, men noe som ligger litt dypere...&lt;br /&gt;Jeg tror det er ment til å bety "vær alltid glade"...på bunnen! på tross av!&lt;br /&gt;Om du klarer å tenke på den måten, vil alle utfordringer og all motgang du møter selvfølgelig hakke på deg, og du vil falle. Men du vil falle tilbake på at du har så mye annet å være takknemlig for, så mye å være glad for, at de kjipe tingene du møter på ikke vil kunne trykke deg lenger ned enn at du igjen finner grunntanken i hvordan du vil leve. Du vil være glad!! Enda en tanke er at om du er glad på bunnen, vil du også takle ting som skjer i livet ditt gjennom de brillene, som jeg skrev om tidligere...&lt;br /&gt;Men om alt annet glemmes, husk at du lever fordi Gud ville det sånn, du har et løfte om noe enda bedre fordi Gud elsker deg, Joh 3,16.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Så igjen vil jeg si dere: Vær alltid glade...på bunnen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11038544-8604983100134026441?l=mrthorbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/feeds/8604983100134026441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11038544&amp;postID=8604983100134026441' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/8604983100134026441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/8604983100134026441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/2009/02/vr-alltid-glade.html' title='Vær alltid glade!!'/><author><name>mrthorbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191540959698623296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c03_XGoOvp8/SMEbyB-VSOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FivSC_Z2FfI/S220/fra+v%C3%A5r+08+til+sommer+08+273.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11038544.post-7396176943541989728</id><published>2009-02-23T22:37:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T22:43:53.866+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Be - Kevin Max</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;All in all we're fading&lt;br /&gt;Like a soul lost in the wilderness&lt;br /&gt;We're cold and we're cut off from it&lt;br /&gt;Not knowing where it's gonna end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a star in Bethlehem, it's calling you&lt;br /&gt;It's a memory of One who made it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be, be yourself&lt;br /&gt;There's no one who does it quite like you&lt;br /&gt;Be, no one else&lt;br /&gt;Cause if you don't then who is going to&lt;br /&gt;You're a tribute to the best of us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We follow everybody else&lt;br /&gt;Not knowing what we're made for&lt;br /&gt;The mecca of the insecure&lt;br /&gt;The sign and mark of the popular&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a new face on the television&lt;br /&gt;It's a new host with the same derision&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be, be yourself&lt;br /&gt;Don't let the losers tell you what to do&lt;br /&gt;Be, no one else Cause if you don't then who is going to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the time is now&lt;br /&gt;No reason to look back&lt;br /&gt;Just like an infant born&lt;br /&gt;You've got to catch your breath&lt;br /&gt;And I'm learning Father&lt;br /&gt;Yes, and I'm going farther&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be, be yourself&lt;br /&gt;There's no one who does it quite like you&lt;br /&gt;Be, no one else&lt;br /&gt;Cause if you don't then who is going to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light the path you're supposed to see&lt;br /&gt;Just like the salt that filters through the need&lt;br /&gt;Like the star that's falling from the sky&lt;br /&gt;Just like the apple of your Daddy's eye&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11038544-7396176943541989728?l=mrthorbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/feeds/7396176943541989728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11038544&amp;postID=7396176943541989728' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/7396176943541989728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/7396176943541989728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/2009/02/be-kevin-max.html' title='Be - Kevin Max'/><author><name>mrthorbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191540959698623296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c03_XGoOvp8/SMEbyB-VSOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FivSC_Z2FfI/S220/fra+v%C3%A5r+08+til+sommer+08+273.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11038544.post-4948304700881316747</id><published>2009-02-23T22:35:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T22:43:30.449+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Novelle på seks ord...</title><content type='html'>Så mye &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;trist sagt med så få or&lt;/span&gt;d....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Baby shoes for sale, never worn."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ernest Hemingway&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11038544-4948304700881316747?l=mrthorbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/feeds/4948304700881316747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11038544&amp;postID=4948304700881316747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/4948304700881316747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/4948304700881316747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/2009/02/novelle-pa-seks-ord.html' title='Novelle på seks ord...'/><author><name>mrthorbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191540959698623296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c03_XGoOvp8/SMEbyB-VSOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FivSC_Z2FfI/S220/fra+v%C3%A5r+08+til+sommer+08+273.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11038544.post-3084389434212229361</id><published>2009-02-23T21:42:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T22:16:37.215+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is...</title><content type='html'>Noen ganger er'e alright...&lt;br /&gt;Sånn som i helga, da vi koste oss med god mat, god musikk, gode venner, deilig vær, deilig vinter, helga var helt alright;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Så er det andre dager som ikke er helt så bra, slike som da man finner ut at man har strøket på eksamen, eller når man er helt ødelagt dagen etter å ha vært i bakken og slått seg samt blitt frastjålet brettet sitt. Alt i alt er det vel livet det er snakk om, med sine opp og nedturer som former oss alt etter som hvordan vi velger å takle dem. Vi har liksom to muligheter når det gjelder alle opplevelser, for vi kan takle/tolke/reagere på dem på en negativ måte eller på en positiv måte.&lt;br /&gt;Om du opplever noe positivt kan du tenke at det var bare tilfeldig og et engangstilfelle, for i bunn og grunn er jo livet ditt bare bånn og bra ting skjer jo bare med andre, livet hater jo nemlig deg.&lt;br /&gt;Du kan også velge å smile og bli glad av de gode opplevelsene, da de er små eller store lyspunkter som engang gjør livet bedre, for opprinnelig var jo livet ment til å være godt...?&lt;br /&gt;Så får man også noen nedturer i form av dårlige opplevelser, og den samme regla kan brukes her. Enten kan du velge å la deg selv falle når negative ting slår deg i ansiktet, eller du kan velge å bli stående med hodet hevet i tro på at ting vil ordne seg. Og om ting blir for vanskelig er det alltid noen du kan prate med, enten du har en venn som meg i nærheten, eller om du tar deg tid til å rette kommunikasjonen vertikalt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Livet har sine daler og det har sine topper, du kan ta det som du vil. Jeg vil likevel anbefale på det varmeste å beskue livet med positive briller/linser/øyne. Ta til deg det positive, la det negative gjøre deg sterkere. Bli stående og la det positive reflekteres, så andre også kan få del i hvor godt livet kan være om du ser positivt på det...&lt;br /&gt;Life is...how you take it&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11038544-3084389434212229361?l=mrthorbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/feeds/3084389434212229361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11038544&amp;postID=3084389434212229361' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/3084389434212229361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/3084389434212229361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/2009/02/life-is.html' title='Life is...'/><author><name>mrthorbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191540959698623296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c03_XGoOvp8/SMEbyB-VSOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FivSC_Z2FfI/S220/fra+v%C3%A5r+08+til+sommer+08+273.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11038544.post-4967886207182496889</id><published>2009-02-13T00:16:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T00:49:14.228+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Uforutsigbarhet...</title><content type='html'>På en av mine etter hvert flerfoldige t-skjorter står det "Smile, it confuses people". Skal tro hva som menes med det? Jeg har noen teorier, den ene mer eller mindre sannsynlig enn de andre:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Om du smiler vil folk bli forvirret, da de ikke er vant til at folk gjør dette. Med andre ord er smilet en uvanlig handling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Smilet er et universelt uttrykk for at du er uforutsigbar. Dermed blir folk usikre og forvirret fordi de ikke vet hvor de har deg til enhver tid, noe som vil tilsi at mennesker er kontrollfriker, hvilket ikke egentlig ville være noen stor nyhet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Man kan smile på ulike måter. Om du mestrer flere smileteknikker kan du forvirre dine medmennesker, hvilket vil føre til at de mister kontrollen over deg. Altså vil du gjenvinne kontrollen over deg selv (om du har mistet den) ved å smile på ulike måter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Smilet har en hypnotiserende virkning på mennesker. Du kan derfor ved å smile forvirre folk som en avledningsmanøver, slik at du uhindret kan gjøre som du vil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Smilet er til forveksling likt mysing, og folk kan da tro at du myser om du smiler. De vil da kunne bli forvirret, og kanskje tro du er litt rar ved overskyet vær.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Om du smiler med tenner, er det på dyrespråket en aggressiv handling. Skal vi så tro Darwin++ som hevder vi er dyr, vil andre høyt utviklede dyr kunne feiltolke våre intensjoner og forvirringen er total.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Så får dere avgjøre hvorvidt noen av teoriene holder fisk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeg vil for min egen del fortsette å smile, forvirrede medmennesker eller ikke.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11038544-4967886207182496889?l=mrthorbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/feeds/4967886207182496889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11038544&amp;postID=4967886207182496889' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/4967886207182496889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/4967886207182496889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/2009/02/uforutsigbarhet.html' title='Uforutsigbarhet...'/><author><name>mrthorbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191540959698623296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c03_XGoOvp8/SMEbyB-VSOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FivSC_Z2FfI/S220/fra+v%C3%A5r+08+til+sommer+08+273.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11038544.post-4101894908192996628</id><published>2009-02-06T15:09:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T15:23:24.438+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Craaaaaaaaapp!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Vel, jeg tror overskriften taler godt for seg selv...&lt;br /&gt;Så her i går...var jeg....neida, var ikke blakk osv, dro imidlertis fra jobb(praksis) til møte med studentparlamentet (mhm, er tillitsvalgt..), hvilket jeg overvar for deretter å somle meg ned på datarommet på skolen for å sjekke eksamensresultatet...&lt;br /&gt;Av overskriften kan dere lese hvordan det gikk, og ny utsatt eksamen a la muntlig skal utføres 27 februar:/&lt;br /&gt;Skjønner imidlertid ingen verdens ting av hvordan det gikk til, da jeg følte oppgaven var ganske bra, dumme meg tydeligvis(?!?) Får vel et brev i morra om hvorfor...&lt;br /&gt;Men på tross av en utrolig kjip ettermiddag i går har jeg nå helg, og vil ikke tenke på det...&lt;br /&gt;Har det som tidligere nevnt bare bra, da jeg har bestemt meg får å alltid sammenligne min livssituasjon med de som har det dårligst. Med andre ord er det ikke grenser for hvor bra jeg har det, om enn eksamen gikk så grundig i vasken som den gjorde.&lt;br /&gt;Muntlig har jeg nødvendivis planer om å overleve, så sant jeg ikke bestemmer meg for å bli noe annet i stedet....nei vi får vel klare oss:)&lt;br /&gt;Så må dere andre oppføre dere pent, og et visdomsord til hver av dere:&lt;br /&gt;Håkon: det er bare tull å bli syk, og det vet du!&lt;br /&gt;Ragnar: Hvis du bare vil, så får du det nok til, akkabakkabonkarakka prøv det en gang til;)&lt;br /&gt;Bekka: Alt er ikke så skummelt som det høres ut:)&lt;br /&gt;Vårin: Vel...har følelsen av at du får høre nok av dem uansett;&lt;br /&gt;Esther: Du har ikke blogget siden november....hvordan står det til? Jeg antar at det blir noen måneder til du leser dette, så...glad for å være ferdig med første året på vetrinær?&lt;br /&gt;Solrun: Må bare beklage og si at hallelujakoret for mikroblogging boikottes fra min side;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11038544-4101894908192996628?l=mrthorbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/feeds/4101894908192996628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11038544&amp;postID=4101894908192996628' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/4101894908192996628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/4101894908192996628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/2009/02/craaaaaaaaapp.html' title='Craaaaaaaaapp!!!!!'/><author><name>mrthorbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191540959698623296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c03_XGoOvp8/SMEbyB-VSOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FivSC_Z2FfI/S220/fra+v%C3%A5r+08+til+sommer+08+273.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11038544.post-6223735329430472415</id><published>2009-01-27T21:01:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T00:52:49.976+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Praksis og ferie og sånt...</title><content type='html'>Vel etter å ha ankommet trygt og ferierende bryggen av det nye året, tar jeg om en knapp uke til på livet igjen. Man skulle jo tro at jeg nå var klar for å ta i noen tak igjen etter en måneds(!) ferie, men av en eller annen fysiologisk uforklarlighet finner jeg det fortsatt meget utfordrende å stå opp klokka sju (uten videre å kommentere leggetiden). Det føles noe påtrengende å måtte tillegge seg nye døgnrutiner av hensyn til fysiologien, da pliktene kaller klokka 9 om morgenen på andre siden av tigerstaden. Men man får ta på seg sitt beste morratryne og møte den skjulte og snikende hverdagen (som kommer til å angripe meg bakfra på mandag, om enn forventet) med pågangsmot og balanse, så jeg ikke faller forover med hverdagen overskrevs på ryggen.&lt;br /&gt;Så kan jeg vel heller ikke klage over å måtte gjøre noe fornuftig til en forandring, siden verden tilsynelatende er full av mennesker som ønsker seg noe å bedrive tida med. Da snakker jeg naturligvis om alle som mangler jobb og utdanning, hvilke jeg i min situasjon føler noe skammelig ovenfor, her jeg sutrer i min søvnmangelhet. Så får jeg bare håpe at mine bestrebelser tidlig på morgenen for å dra skrotten ut av den 180x200 cm store herligheten med påfølgende sosialt arbeids i praksis, kan gjøre noe positivt på den blå kula vi alle (kanskje utenom lillebror) kaller hjem. Jeg må forøvrig beklage for de lesende som måtte føle en eventuell frustrasjon ovenfor lange setninger kanskje også uten komma som jeg ikke skal se bort ifra kan forekomme fra tid til annen mens jeg ytrer mine egne frustrasjoner over fysiologi og andre finurligheter som strengt tatt gjør livet mer interessant å leve for det er en udiskutabel mulighet for at livet kunne blitt kjedelig uten slikt krydder i den tidligere nevnte snikende skjulte hverdagen som tidvis hopper på deg enten du er klar for den eller ikke.&lt;br /&gt;Ja da var enden nær for et middels langt innlegg med forbløffende lite innhold. Må vel bare konkludere med at jeg egentlig har det bra sammenlignet med mange andre, sett bort fra mine ubetydelige såkalte frustrasjoner over stort sett ingenting...uff, den søvnen man aldri får nok av(!?!).&lt;br /&gt;Men helt på tampen, du har sittet her altfor lenge, sløvet foran denne tidsspisende oppfinnelsen.&lt;br /&gt;Såh, gå nåh, vekk fra skjermen! Ut i Guds frie natur for å gå på bærtur, og bærene du skal finne er kjærlighet til ditt sinne, så du freden kan spre blandt jordens fe, som tumler rundt i krig og sinne, men på din vei du dem kan minne, på at verden ville så flott ha vært, om alle bare kunne ha lært, at om en som seg selv sin neste, også elsker, det er det beste, for da kan vår verden atter bli, et paradis å leve i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Så kan du i alle fall gjøre ditt mens vi venter på at verden skal forgå og en ny jord blir til. *Gjesp*&lt;br /&gt;Så får jeg vel også gjøre mitt...om ikke før, så på mandag! &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="font4"&gt;"Jeg vil sove litt til, en ørliten blund, legge hendene sammen og hvile en stund."&lt;br /&gt;Så får dere oppføre dere pent i mellomtida!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Akk så mye tøv...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11038544-6223735329430472415?l=mrthorbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/feeds/6223735329430472415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11038544&amp;postID=6223735329430472415' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/6223735329430472415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/6223735329430472415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/2009/01/praksis-og-ferie-og-sant.html' title='Praksis og ferie og sånt...'/><author><name>mrthorbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191540959698623296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c03_XGoOvp8/SMEbyB-VSOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FivSC_Z2FfI/S220/fra+v%C3%A5r+08+til+sommer+08+273.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11038544.post-1006829054542940969</id><published>2009-01-03T13:58:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T14:14:25.829+01:00</updated><title type='text'>nytt år....nye muligheter?</title><content type='html'>Så var vi inni nok et nytt år... Ja, for det har ikke vært før vel? Tja..kommer kanskje an på hvordan du tenker?&lt;br /&gt;Om jorda ble skapt for ca 6000 år siden som mange tror, så har 2009 vært en gang før og anslagsvis levde Abraham på den tiden. Så noen visdomsord fra den tiden:&lt;br /&gt;Hvis du ikke har tenkt å ofre sønnen din, sørg for at Gud har en bukk i nærheten.&lt;br /&gt;Man er syk noen dager etter omskjæring...(kan du skjønne det?)&lt;br /&gt;Om nevøen din vil flytte vekk, sørg for å sjekke stedet han vil flytte til...det kan gå rett i uløkka.&lt;br /&gt;Om du flykter fra en by som holder på å bli ødelagt...IKKE se deg tilbake!!&lt;br /&gt;Jupp...det er mange stjerner på himmelen(!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Så noen for dette året:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta vare på vennskap&lt;br /&gt;Vis dine kjære at du er glad i dem&lt;br /&gt;Ha det gøy&lt;br /&gt;Bli bedre kjent med Jesus&lt;br /&gt;Vær alltid glade&lt;br /&gt;Le når du kan&lt;br /&gt;Oppfør deg pent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11038544-1006829054542940969?l=mrthorbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/feeds/1006829054542940969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11038544&amp;postID=1006829054542940969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/1006829054542940969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/1006829054542940969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/2009/01/nytt-rnye-muligheter.html' title='nytt år....nye muligheter?'/><author><name>mrthorbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191540959698623296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c03_XGoOvp8/SMEbyB-VSOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FivSC_Z2FfI/S220/fra+v%C3%A5r+08+til+sommer+08+273.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11038544.post-4102202711898037777</id><published>2008-12-12T15:49:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T15:55:58.731+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Jaja...så var vi i desember da...</title><content type='html'>Og ingen eksamener å tenke på før neste år!! Lese bør man likevel da, om man bare hadde væårt flik gutt og klart det...*sukk*&lt;br /&gt;Hva er meningen med lesing, grublet Thorbjørn, men stakkar før han finner svaret, sovner Thorbjørn...&lt;br /&gt;Vel, vi gleder oss til jul!!! Og ønsker tjukken og bekkeliten velkommen til gamlelandet på snarvisitt;)&lt;br /&gt;Hvorfor er vi?&lt;br /&gt;Ønsker da morsomme svar på d;)&lt;br /&gt;Behave!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11038544-4102202711898037777?l=mrthorbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/feeds/4102202711898037777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11038544&amp;postID=4102202711898037777' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/4102202711898037777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/4102202711898037777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/2008/12/jajas-var-vi-i-desember-da.html' title='Jaja...så var vi i desember da...'/><author><name>mrthorbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191540959698623296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c03_XGoOvp8/SMEbyB-VSOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FivSC_Z2FfI/S220/fra+v%C3%A5r+08+til+sommer+08+273.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11038544.post-1357364744072823753</id><published>2008-11-27T21:44:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:50:27.906+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ønskeliste og sånt...</title><content type='html'>Ja, var vel greit å legge den her, så slipper folk å spørre mer...&lt;br /&gt;Menmen...Vi har da alltids no vi ønsker oss, og jeg har da laget en liten liste:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mp3-spiller, litt dyr en...&lt;br /&gt;timer hos sangpedagog&lt;br /&gt;perkusjon&lt;br /&gt;fallskjermhopp&lt;br /&gt;film...en god en&lt;br /&gt;siste cd'n til coldplay&lt;br /&gt;gode bilder av folk i ca 10x15 cm størrelse&lt;br /&gt;gavekort på xxl eller no anna som&lt;br /&gt;jeg kunne tenke meg&lt;br /&gt;penger&lt;br /&gt;Stor bil;P&lt;br /&gt;For å føre på noen flere:&lt;br /&gt;Ordentlig gode, tjukke, lange(oppover armene) votter&lt;br /&gt;Trevisper(trommer)&lt;br /&gt;Plastvisper(trommer, svarte)&lt;br /&gt;Trommevispene må være kvalitet(med trehåndtak)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vel...kan være mer...men kom da i så fall med forslag...&lt;br /&gt;Hvis noen har lyst å gi en gave til de som har alt(ADRA) er det også en mulighet:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Så bortsett fra ønskelista, så har vi det bra...nærmer seg jul og besøk fra utlandet;P&lt;br /&gt;Ellers skal jeg ikke nekte for at snøabstinensene fortsatt er fullt ut gjeldende...&lt;br /&gt;Vel...vi talast!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11038544-1357364744072823753?l=mrthorbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/feeds/1357364744072823753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11038544&amp;postID=1357364744072823753' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/1357364744072823753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/1357364744072823753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/2008/11/nskeliste-og-snt.html' title='Ønskeliste og sånt...'/><author><name>mrthorbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191540959698623296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c03_XGoOvp8/SMEbyB-VSOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FivSC_Z2FfI/S220/fra+v%C3%A5r+08+til+sommer+08+273.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11038544.post-8056603719782001668</id><published>2008-11-13T17:18:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T17:28:44.957+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Produktivitet, motivasjon...hæh? Det har vi ik..ikke sett...</title><content type='html'>Hatt opplevelsen av motivasjonsfravær noen gang? Det er antakelig en av de mest frustrerende følelsene man kan ha, i alle fall når det er noe man egentlig må gjøre. Likevel, klarer jeg utrolig nok å vegre meg for å sette meg ned og få det gjort. Hva enn det er som blokkerer for motivasjonen min, liker jeg det ikke...&lt;br /&gt;Videre har vi også fravær av produktivitet, noe som innebærer at om jeg faktisk klarer å få satt meg ned, så blir likevel ingenting gjort!?!&lt;br /&gt;Menmen, nå som jeg har fått ut den frustrasjonen, kanskje jeg klarer å skrive litt likevel...så sant ikke motivasjonshemmeren prøver å ta helt overhånd, noe den for så vidt har gjort allerede?!&lt;br /&gt;Så blir det altså krig, borgerkrig, og de neste minuttene vil vise hvem som vinner...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ja, forresten...håper dere fortsatt oppfører dere pent;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11038544-8056603719782001668?l=mrthorbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/feeds/8056603719782001668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11038544&amp;postID=8056603719782001668' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/8056603719782001668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/8056603719782001668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/2008/11/produktivitet-motivasjon-og-andre.html' title='Produktivitet, motivasjon...hæh? Det har vi ik..ikke sett...'/><author><name>mrthorbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191540959698623296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c03_XGoOvp8/SMEbyB-VSOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FivSC_Z2FfI/S220/fra+v%C3%A5r+08+til+sommer+08+273.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11038544.post-891038276421482673</id><published>2008-11-07T10:37:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T17:29:22.330+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Så satt vi her da...</title><content type='html'>Vi ble så glade alle sammen da det ble hvitt ute for en ukes tid siden! Men ettersom vi lever i sørstaten Oslo, varer aldri slikt lenger enn kort. Så da kan man glede seg til å komme hjem til opphavet og finne verden dekket av krystalliserte H2O molekyler som forhviter omstendighetene. Apropo snø, som man ofte kaller dette hvite, så har abstinensene så smått begynt å melde seg når det gjelder fjølkjøring*. Velkommen hjem håkon (og bekka;)) vi skal på fjellet!!!**&lt;br /&gt;Så nærmer det seg jul, uten at det innebærer å spille julemusikk og bake pepperkaker ennå(!)&lt;br /&gt;Så sitter jeg her da og skriver, mens jeg egentlig burde vært en tur i vannstrålespruteren, og før klokka ett helst ha vasket huset(siden jeg er hjemme og visstnok har tid til det, i motsetning til min andre halvdel***) Så vi får vel komme i gang omsider, hvis det skal være håp om å fullføre slavearbeidet(eller kan man egentlig kalle det lønnet arbeid?****)Forøvrig*****.&lt;br /&gt;Peace to all (i alle fall et ønske om det), go Obama (det gjør han vel uansett egentlig), God Jul (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;om&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;halvannen måned&lt;/span&gt;!!!), og oppfør dere pent (Du også Markus..!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My icecubes are frozen!" -Vårin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Nå slo det meg hvor ufattelig morsomt det ordet hørtes ut, og morsomme bilder av fjølkjørende kjerringer med stakk flimret forbi hornhinnene(eller no)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Forøvrig også i stampen til solrun regner jeg med;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Jeg vet ikke helt hvorfor man ofte betegner kjæresten/forloveden/kona som sin bedre halvdel, men jeg antar dette er et resultat av mikroevolusjon, der mannen smått og sakte forandres til å behandle kvinnen som det vakre vesenet hun nå engang er. Jeg valgte imidlertid ikke å skrive dette, bare for å få inn denne digresjonen..."smart Thorbjørn!!" *klappe på hodet fordi han er flink og rydder og vasker huset for sin andre halvdel*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****Til alle koffertmennesker der ute:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****Bare for å bruke ekstra mange stjerner******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******Ja, Ragnar...har blitt litt glad i de;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11038544-891038276421482673?l=mrthorbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/feeds/891038276421482673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11038544&amp;postID=891038276421482673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/891038276421482673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/891038276421482673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/2008/11/s-satt-vi-her-da.html' title='Så satt vi her da...'/><author><name>mrthorbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191540959698623296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c03_XGoOvp8/SMEbyB-VSOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FivSC_Z2FfI/S220/fra+v%C3%A5r+08+til+sommer+08+273.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11038544.post-7989957061297371341</id><published>2008-10-19T20:32:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T09:47:53.975+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Utpå høsten....</title><content type='html'>Nå som det lir mot hvite dager, blir det også naturlig nok kaldere og kaldere. Ikke at det gjør noe, er vel heller bare glad til, da jeg ikke er noe til høstmenneske (er vel heller å regne for en sommer som vinter skapning, noe jeg sikkert har ytret tidligere...). Så har jeg nettopp vært i Danmark en tur, på ungdomstreff, noe jeg regner som en god bruk av helga:)&lt;br /&gt;Så et spørsmål: Har vi egentlig kontakt med Gud når vi ber, eller er det bare en samtale med ditt eget hode?* Tenk på den...Et annet spørsmål er hva vi gjør mot vår neste, det være sett at Gud har tilgitt oss så mye...hvor mye burde ikke da vi tilgi hverandre?&lt;br /&gt;La Gud skinne gjennom deg;) Og oppfør dere pent:P**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Takk til Stian for interessant tanke...&lt;br /&gt;**Ja, Markus...den kommentaren har satt seg fast....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11038544-7989957061297371341?l=mrthorbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/feeds/7989957061297371341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11038544&amp;postID=7989957061297371341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/7989957061297371341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/7989957061297371341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/2008/10/utp-hsten.html' title='Utpå høsten....'/><author><name>mrthorbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191540959698623296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c03_XGoOvp8/SMEbyB-VSOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FivSC_Z2FfI/S220/fra+v%C3%A5r+08+til+sommer+08+273.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11038544.post-1239522040526663207</id><published>2008-10-06T19:20:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T20:12:48.562+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Et liv i nåde...</title><content type='html'>Siden jeg ikke hadde noe annet å ta meg til i går(*ingenting planlagt for i går forut for i går), bestemte jeg meg for å besøke et par av Oslos mange og ulike kirker. I Citykirken snakket Thomas Aaleskjær om nåde. Dette begrepet har nok gått mange hus forbi, mens andre ikke har interesse av det, da de ikke føler noe behov. Men essensen i nåden er at du er fri fra fordømmelse, du er ok. Dermed kan man være fri til å innrømme å ha gjort dumme ting og be om tilgivelse, i visshet om at man er akseptert. Så kan man prøve igjen med blanke ark, og arbeide for å gjøre tin bedre neste gang.&lt;br /&gt;Forøvrig vil jeg anbefale Storsalen, prøv den ut;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Så har jeg hatt leseuke, og er i alle fall litt fornøyd med meg selv og mine tre kapitler lest(det skal sies at dette tilsvarer 170 sider pensum, hvor mye eller lite det høres ut(sola?)). Jeg er i gang i det minste!!&lt;br /&gt;Så er det blitt oktober og høst(kaldt), og t-skjorte under skinnjakke begynner å bli for kaldt(huff, takke meg til 40 C/%luftfuktighet...nesten...neida, heia norge:/). Vi gleder oss uansett til vinteren og uante mengder snø(ja, nettopp uante i disse globaloppvarmede tider...), håper alltid dette års vinter blir bedre enn i fjor. Om ikke annet, får man besøke Landåshalvannenmetersnøbygda oftere, når abstinensene etter krystallisert vann trenger på i den slapsete sørpeoslotilværelsen en fort kan finne seg selv i. Huskeregel; Oktober er ikke = jul...&lt;br /&gt;Nærmer seg forøvrig innflyttingsfest(nesten 2 mnd etter innflytting;P), noe som medfører full leilighet stablet i høyden, kanskje bokstavelig talt hæla i taket(hvis det ikke er plass til dem andre steder), vi ønsker velkommen;)&lt;br /&gt;Oppfør dere pent, som Markus ville sagt...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11038544-1239522040526663207?l=mrthorbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/feeds/1239522040526663207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11038544&amp;postID=1239522040526663207' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/1239522040526663207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/1239522040526663207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/2008/10/et-liv-i-nde.html' title='Et liv i nåde...'/><author><name>mrthorbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191540959698623296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c03_XGoOvp8/SMEbyB-VSOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FivSC_Z2FfI/S220/fra+v%C3%A5r+08+til+sommer+08+273.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11038544.post-8837642036511875910</id><published>2008-09-21T18:31:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T18:55:16.720+02:00</updated><title type='text'>50 år....eller ikke fullt så lenge..?</title><content type='html'>Så var Tyrifjords 50 årige tilstedeværelse feiret og markert, og lykke til med 50 nye...om verden står så lenge!?&lt;br /&gt;50 år er ganske lenge, hele Hogne Hogganviks liv for eksempel. Videre er det et halvt århundre, 25x2 år, fem tiår++, i det hele tatt en god stund, spør du meg... Så tenker jeg på Gud og tid, eller Gud og ikke tid, da det vel strengt tatt ikke eksisterer noe tid for Gud når du tenker deg om? Om Gud er allmektig, er han vel heller ikke begrenset av tid slik som vi er? Likevel kan han ikke gå tilbake i tiden som vi er fanget av og forandre på ting, eller gjør han det...Ikke godt å si, men antakelig ikke..tror jeg.&lt;br /&gt;Uansett...høsten kommer, med sine kalde dager, vakre farger og snart kommer det snø...eller kanskje ikke helt snart da....men om ikke så altfor lenge, sammenlignet med 50 år;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11038544-8837642036511875910?l=mrthorbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/feeds/8837642036511875910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11038544&amp;postID=8837642036511875910' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/8837642036511875910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/8837642036511875910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/2008/09/50-reller-ikke-fullt-s-lenge.html' title='50 år....eller ikke fullt så lenge..?'/><author><name>mrthorbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191540959698623296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c03_XGoOvp8/SMEbyB-VSOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FivSC_Z2FfI/S220/fra+v%C3%A5r+08+til+sommer+08+273.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11038544.post-3468773654064127492</id><published>2008-09-05T13:06:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T13:38:40.670+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Blanke ark....</title><content type='html'>Skinndød er ordet... For den var ikke helt død, og plutselig er den i live igjen!?&lt;br /&gt;Bloggen lever altså igjen, etter å ha ligget død i over et år, skammelig må jeg si,menmen...&lt;br /&gt;Må vel innrømme at det er noe gruppementalitetisk over min beslutning om å gjenopplive bloggen min, men den er i det minste aktiv igjen, hvor flokkdyrisk jeg enn måtte være:/&lt;br /&gt;Min innvendig mørke bror uttrykte sine frustrajoner over lite orden på livet, sånn mer eller mindre i alle fall. Orden er et vidt begrep, så la meg utdype:&lt;br /&gt;Orden kan for det første innebære at ting er der de skal være, eller på sin rettmessige plass.&lt;br /&gt;Videre kan det bety at man vet hvor tingene er, ikke nødvendigvis fordi de er der de skal være, men fordi du vet hvor du har dem.&lt;br /&gt;Så apropo orden på livet; Jeg har et håp om at jeg fysisk er der jeg skal være, men dette kan fort forandre seg. Jeg vet hvor jeg har Gud, samtidig som jeg ikke føler at jeg er der jeg skal være i forhold til Ham. Jeg tror videre Gud vet hvor han vil ha meg, men jeg vet ikke hvor, bortsett fra at det trengs en justering eller to fra der jeg er nå til der jeg tror Gud vil jeg skal være som jeg innerst inne ønsker å være selv også...&lt;br /&gt;Fra åndelige justeringer til andre deler av livet, har vi nettopp begynt med rollespill på studiet, noe som er særdeles lærerikt og spennende, samt skummelt. Å skulle hjelpe mennesker som har opplevd ting jeg ikke har vært i nærheten av eller fatter hverken dybden eller bredden av, hvorenn skuespill det foreløpig måtte være, det er ærlig talt litt overveldende/maktesløshetsfremkallende/føleseglitenfremkallende, you pick three...&lt;br /&gt;Godt er det likevel å høre læreren si at det viktigste er å møte menneskene på en åpen og vennlig måte, med et oppriktig ønske om å hjelpe, vanskelig eller ikke...liten trøst i alle fall.&lt;br /&gt;Forhåpentligvis mildnes skummelheten etter hvert!(?)&lt;br /&gt;Life is good anyways, however messy sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Sola skinner*gliiis*&lt;br /&gt;Det er kos å være gift;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11038544-3468773654064127492?l=mrthorbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/feeds/3468773654064127492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11038544&amp;postID=3468773654064127492' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/3468773654064127492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/3468773654064127492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/2008/09/blanke-ark.html' title='Blanke ark....'/><author><name>mrthorbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191540959698623296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c03_XGoOvp8/SMEbyB-VSOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FivSC_Z2FfI/S220/fra+v%C3%A5r+08+til+sommer+08+273.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11038544.post-6230913189305722252</id><published>2007-05-28T15:19:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T15:27:14.665+02:00</updated><title type='text'>So we're getting close to summer...</title><content type='html'>so finally, after a couple of weeks of reading, I'm over and done with my psychology exam, and it is a relief, though I have no clue whether I'll pass or fail...&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I'll be working this summer, both for a youth department and in Tusenfryd, a family park near by Oslo. The days are very much just passing by now a days, kinda waiting for the summer to hit in, and not doing much, but it i somewhat ok too, cause the last few weeks has been endless...&lt;br /&gt;I am by the way looking forward to this fall, starting a new school, with new challenges, new people and new experiences. So if I fail to publish, have a nice summer and God bless:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11038544-6230913189305722252?l=mrthorbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/feeds/6230913189305722252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11038544&amp;postID=6230913189305722252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/6230913189305722252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/6230913189305722252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/2007/05/so-were-getting-close-to-summer.html' title='So we&apos;re getting close to summer...'/><author><name>mrthorbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191540959698623296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c03_XGoOvp8/SMEbyB-VSOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FivSC_Z2FfI/S220/fra+v%C3%A5r+08+til+sommer+08+273.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11038544.post-2885111487614397063</id><published>2007-04-09T13:59:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T14:25:26.670+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation and concideration...</title><content type='html'>So we drove for quite a few hours, and there we were, far into the depths of the Geiranger fjord, in a nice little park in a nice little cottage to spend a nice little easter vacation...&lt;br /&gt;And it vas really a relaxing and quiet one, with to much eating, a little physical activity, like walking and skiing, and a whole lot of relaxation. But now that we're about to start a new week and the last lap before exams and stuff, I stop up and think...why do we celebrate easter, vith candy easter rabbits and all that? I figura as much as it's just like christmas, when its all about presents and santa... But they are both really about something waaaay different....&lt;br /&gt;Strange thing how we end up focusing on something stupid instead of what it's really all about...&lt;br /&gt;We should really celebrate christmas because God gave us his only beloved son as a gift, the greatest gift av all times, so that we, who had chosen him away, could learn from his son how to live with love for eachother...Heavens way of living!&lt;br /&gt;And so we come forth to easter, where Jesus, Gods son takes the punishment for sin on inself and dies so that we can live eternally if we believe, repent and choses to live like they do in the heavenly kingdom...with love for eachother.&lt;br /&gt;For God did not want to be separated from us in the first place, but we chose to follow Satans deciet, and wandered into selfish ways of living that God himself in his endless love knew would eventually just end itself, something of which He plans to save his people from before it happens. Because if we had not chosen to do against Gods rules of love, man would still live in the heavenly earth that it was meant to be wen created...&lt;br /&gt;Still, we have a saviour in Jesus, because he died innocent for our mistakes and cruel doings, and by him we can have eternal life if we believe. And when we again truly seek to live by Gods love, the heavenly kingdom will again come forth and we will have peace...&lt;br /&gt;So Love thy God, live by his rules of love, and remember that we are all children of God and deserves to be loved no matter what we have done!&lt;br /&gt;May God bless y'all and lead you to him and to live with love for eachother...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11038544-2885111487614397063?l=mrthorbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/feeds/2885111487614397063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11038544&amp;postID=2885111487614397063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/2885111487614397063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/2885111487614397063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/2007/04/vacation-and-concideration.html' title='Vacation and concideration...'/><author><name>mrthorbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191540959698623296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c03_XGoOvp8/SMEbyB-VSOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FivSC_Z2FfI/S220/fra+v%C3%A5r+08+til+sommer+08+273.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11038544.post-3897907376766903925</id><published>2007-01-25T20:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T21:05:29.417+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Around again...</title><content type='html'>So we've finished another round and in the beginning of a new one, and we can all start with blanc sheets and new colours. It's good to start over again, new chances, new opportunities and possibilities...&lt;br /&gt;So this semester, I have decided to check out psychology, which I believe is going to be very interesting, but also maybe so interesting that it will go slow with the reading...&lt;br /&gt;But let's not worry, its just something I study to develop my own mind and grip of things and all... to understand many things better, I guess:)&lt;br /&gt;So I hope it'll be a good halfyear, I'll make it a good halfyear!&lt;br /&gt;But anyways...bless y'all, and take care of yourselves and your beloved ones...I know I'll try:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11038544-3897907376766903925?l=mrthorbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/feeds/3897907376766903925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11038544&amp;postID=3897907376766903925' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/3897907376766903925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/3897907376766903925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/2007/01/around-again.html' title='Around again...'/><author><name>mrthorbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191540959698623296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c03_XGoOvp8/SMEbyB-VSOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FivSC_Z2FfI/S220/fra+v%C3%A5r+08+til+sommer+08+273.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11038544.post-116680505373043216</id><published>2006-12-22T17:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T17:30:53.750+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a wish...</title><content type='html'>So now we finally reached christmas, and it is good to have vacation! Have you by the way thought about why we celebrate it at all? 2000 years ago christ died for us!&lt;br /&gt;God loves us, and he knows better than anyone what is good for us. and he loves us so much that when we do something he knows is bad for us, he gets so sad he can't watch. That is why he can't stand sin. And because he cant stand it, he has set up the punishment for those who do bad stuff, death. In earlier times, people killed an innocent lamb to pay off the bad stuff they did, but then Jesus came along and died for all humanity, which means that if we accept that, we live! When he died, there also were no longer need for an innocent offer, because Jesus had made an offer that will last eternally. So when we see that we should have listened to what God adviced us to do, and ask him to forgive us, he forgets all about it! Still, there is consequences for doing something wrong, and we must take them. But when we come to God and pray him to forgive us, he wil. So read the Bible and find out what is Gods good advices for us. Have a menny Christmas and walk in Gods peace!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11038544-116680505373043216?l=mrthorbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/feeds/116680505373043216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11038544&amp;postID=116680505373043216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/116680505373043216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/116680505373043216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/2006/12/just-wish.html' title='Just a wish...'/><author><name>mrthorbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191540959698623296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c03_XGoOvp8/SMEbyB-VSOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FivSC_Z2FfI/S220/fra+v%C3%A5r+08+til+sommer+08+273.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11038544.post-116473687635529952</id><published>2006-11-28T18:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T19:01:16.356+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Here we go...</title><content type='html'>So I've been going on the last month, reading and reading, with some breaks in the weekends. But this weekend was more special than the rest...&lt;br /&gt;My girlfriend and I had been down to her parents house to celebrate thanksgiving, which was very nice, and so we went bck up to Oslo, to celebrate the two of us being together for two years... And so after having been to church on saturday, we went out in the evening...&lt;br /&gt;She did not know about anything we were to do, except that there were three surprises.&lt;br /&gt;The first one was a comicshow called The Fast Show, and it was really something;) And so we went to eat at a really nice resturant called Egon...&lt;br /&gt;So after a good night out, we went back and made dessert before we watched a movie and had it afterwards...that's when the third surprise came, where I knelt down and asked her to marry me...&lt;br /&gt;And guess what: we are engaged:D&lt;br /&gt;So thats it for now...take care;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11038544-116473687635529952?l=mrthorbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/feeds/116473687635529952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11038544&amp;postID=116473687635529952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/116473687635529952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/116473687635529952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/2006/11/here-we-go.html' title='Here we go...'/><author><name>mrthorbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191540959698623296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c03_XGoOvp8/SMEbyB-VSOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FivSC_Z2FfI/S220/fra+v%C3%A5r+08+til+sommer+08+273.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11038544.post-116101756864153086</id><published>2006-10-16T18:47:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T18:52:48.653+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall is here...</title><content type='html'>So then it has become fall, and soon, I hope, it will be winter! Can barely wait to go skiing, and have fun in the snow!! Still, it is some time in the future...haven't seen a snowcrystall yet...&lt;br /&gt;But anyways, life is good, and it will be exiting to see what the future will bring!&lt;br /&gt;Have a good autumn everybody;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11038544-116101756864153086?l=mrthorbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/feeds/116101756864153086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11038544&amp;postID=116101756864153086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/116101756864153086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/116101756864153086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/2006/10/fall-is-here.html' title='Fall is here...'/><author><name>mrthorbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191540959698623296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c03_XGoOvp8/SMEbyB-VSOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FivSC_Z2FfI/S220/fra+v%C3%A5r+08+til+sommer+08+273.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11038544.post-115849474050298716</id><published>2006-09-17T14:03:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T14:07:27.350+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1225/875/1600/Me%20and%20mine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1225/875/320/Me%20and%20mine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just thought I'd show you a picture of me and my dear girl:) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11038544-115849474050298716?l=mrthorbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/feeds/115849474050298716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11038544&amp;postID=115849474050298716' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/115849474050298716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/115849474050298716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/2006/09/just-thought-id-show-you-picture-of-me.html' title=''/><author><name>mrthorbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191540959698623296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c03_XGoOvp8/SMEbyB-VSOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FivSC_Z2FfI/S220/fra+v%C3%A5r+08+til+sommer+08+273.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11038544.post-115849365689535520</id><published>2006-09-17T13:28:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T13:47:36.906+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Oslo...</title><content type='html'>Well, so now I started my studies in the "tigercity" as they call it...&lt;br /&gt;And its quite okay...with some exeptions thought...But let me first tell about whats good...&lt;br /&gt;I go to the university, Blindern, and there I'm studying sociology, which is by the way the study of humans in society...I walk around thinking of changing subject, cause the study is interresting, but it doesn't lead to the kind of job that I want...so I think about sosionom or something like that...But apart from that, it is much good about studying at blindern; many nice folks, skilled personell, and nice facilities... so school is nice:)&lt;br /&gt;so over to other things about living in Oslo, I live at a place called Kurbadet, owned by the adventists, and there I have my own room, and share kitchen and bathroom with some others. It's quite ok, but the place is located in the middle of a whole lot of churches, so every sunday, you get woken up at half past nine by the bells, and then they go on for most of the day, so you'll never get to sleep again....luckily I'm only in Oslo half of all weekends...;)&lt;br /&gt;Another thing is that I try to save as much as I can of my loan, so that it doesn't get too big, but that is not very easy, thinking of how expensive it is to live here in the city! so that's another bad thing...and yet another is that I only see my dear girlfriend in the weekends...miss having her around as I used to, but it's probably just healthy not to be around eachother all the time...so we can see if the love stays strong...and so it has so far:)&lt;br /&gt;So I'm going away the next three weeks; first my brother is having two parties for his 18th birthday, and so my girlfriends parents are rounding 50, and I'm coming down to the south of Norway to celebrate them...and so, it is the exam...&lt;br /&gt;But anyways, that's how life is nowadays... so take care, all you who read this, and may God bless y'all:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11038544-115849365689535520?l=mrthorbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/feeds/115849365689535520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11038544&amp;postID=115849365689535520' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/115849365689535520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/115849365689535520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/2006/09/oslo.html' title='Oslo...'/><author><name>mrthorbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191540959698623296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c03_XGoOvp8/SMEbyB-VSOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FivSC_Z2FfI/S220/fra+v%C3%A5r+08+til+sommer+08+273.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11038544.post-115471473961363987</id><published>2006-08-04T19:52:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T20:05:39.623+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Summertaaaaaaaaaaim.....</title><content type='html'>And so it is summer... and what have we done... Lets see:&lt;br /&gt;It all started with the familycamp, I guess. And we had a great deal of fun there, lots of cool people, and fun activities. Hard work too, but thats just a little work out, since I haven'r been able to work out much the rest of the summer...&lt;br /&gt;After that, it was Prosess, and it's the best one so far; good music(praise) good speetches and good food, and not the least, good fellowship.&lt;br /&gt;And so it was a week of vacation, where we celebrated Dinas birthday, an me and Vårin went to Horten, where I used to live. It was by the way very nice;) Love u girl:P&lt;br /&gt;And now I've just come back from Denmark, where it was a scout camporee with 3000 people. Fun, warm but wet is the keywords. And I have now entered into the 20's a couple of days ago, and it feels quite good!&lt;br /&gt;Moving to Oslo am I also, kinda exited, it'll be an interesting experience:)&lt;br /&gt;Well well, take care then, God bless, and have a still very nice summer...&lt;br /&gt;Its not over just yet!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11038544-115471473961363987?l=mrthorbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/feeds/115471473961363987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11038544&amp;postID=115471473961363987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/115471473961363987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/115471473961363987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/2006/08/summertaaaaaaaaaaim.html' title='Summertaaaaaaaaaaim.....'/><author><name>mrthorbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191540959698623296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c03_XGoOvp8/SMEbyB-VSOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FivSC_Z2FfI/S220/fra+v%C3%A5r+08+til+sommer+08+273.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11038544.post-114656485577997178</id><published>2006-05-02T12:06:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T12:14:15.800+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Grey weather...</title><content type='html'>Well...I'll break it to you right away...:I hate grey weather!!!&lt;br /&gt;It kinda makes me in a bad mode, though it might not be seen outside of me...&lt;br /&gt;But it does, and now I walk around hoping it will clear up soon...&lt;br /&gt;Its like it makes a little mist, which does not disappear until the sun appears, which I by the way love very much.&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully though, I still got sunshine in my heart, cause the biggest and brightest shining sun in my life shines on my face everytime she smiles...&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for every smile, my dear....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11038544-114656485577997178?l=mrthorbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/feeds/114656485577997178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11038544&amp;postID=114656485577997178' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/114656485577997178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/114656485577997178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/2006/05/grey-weather.html' title='Grey weather...'/><author><name>mrthorbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191540959698623296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c03_XGoOvp8/SMEbyB-VSOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FivSC_Z2FfI/S220/fra+v%C3%A5r+08+til+sommer+08+273.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11038544.post-114372294865718585</id><published>2006-03-30T14:44:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T14:49:08.673+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey everybody...</title><content type='html'>Well, her I am again, better late than never? Or better never than so late?&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I thougt I'd just give you all something to think about:&lt;br /&gt;Why does Otto Jespersen dare to burn the Bible, but not the muslims book Koranen???&lt;br /&gt;And why is our holy book less holy than theirs?? We dont go and kill people because of what he did??&lt;br /&gt;Think about it and leave a comment....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11038544-114372294865718585?l=mrthorbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/feeds/114372294865718585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11038544&amp;postID=114372294865718585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/114372294865718585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/114372294865718585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/2006/03/hey-everybody.html' title='Hey everybody...'/><author><name>mrthorbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191540959698623296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c03_XGoOvp8/SMEbyB-VSOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FivSC_Z2FfI/S220/fra+v%C3%A5r+08+til+sommer+08+273.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11038544.post-114000058960495036</id><published>2006-02-15T11:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T11:49:49.616+01:00</updated><title type='text'>jajajajajajajajajaja!!!!</title><content type='html'>Life is good....just wanned to let that out...&lt;br /&gt;I think my life is very good tight now....just everything thats happening!&lt;br /&gt;Thank you God!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11038544-114000058960495036?l=mrthorbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/feeds/114000058960495036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11038544&amp;postID=114000058960495036' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/114000058960495036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/114000058960495036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/2006/02/jajajajajajajajajaja.html' title='jajajajajajajajajaja!!!!'/><author><name>mrthorbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191540959698623296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c03_XGoOvp8/SMEbyB-VSOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FivSC_Z2FfI/S220/fra+v%C3%A5r+08+til+sommer+08+273.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11038544.post-113768075914060827</id><published>2006-01-19T15:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T15:25:59.160+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy new year everyone!!!</title><content type='html'>Well, now we've just started a brand new year with new possibilities, more joy, happiness, sadness, fun, work, dissapointments, victories, defeats and love not the least. (sorry I didn't mention everything wich will come with the new day...)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I still got a girlfriend, I still play drums, I still live at home, I still work as a sivilworker, I'm still a chistian and I have still got so many things to be happy for!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I read a story sent to me over mail by a friend, and It was really something,&lt;br /&gt;read this story and give it a thought:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At a certain college, there was a professor with a reputation for being tough on Christians.&lt;br /&gt;In the first class every semester, he asked if anyone was a Christian and proceeded to degrade and make fun of their belief.&lt;br /&gt;One semester, he asked the question and young man raised his hand when asked if anyone was a Christian. The professor asked "Did God make everything, young man?" "Yes he did sir," the young man replied. The professor responded, "If God made everything, then God made evil, and if we can only create from within ourselves, then God is evil. "The student didn't have a response and the professor was happy to have once again proved the Christian faith to be a myth. Then another man raised his hand and asked "May I ask you something, sir?" "Yes you may," responded the professor. The young man stood up and said "Sir, is there such thing as cold?" "Of course there is, what kind of a question is that? Haven't you ever been cold?"&lt;br /&gt;The young man replied, "Actually, sir, cold does not exist. What we consider to be cold, is really only the absence of heat. Absolute zero is when there is absolutely no heat, but cold does not really exist. We have only created that term to describe how we feel when heat is not there."&lt;br /&gt;The young man continued "Sir, is there such thing as dark?" Once again, professor responded "Of course there is." And once again, the student replied "Actually sir, darkness does not exist. Darkness is really only the absence of light. Darkness is only a term man developed to describe what happens when there is no light present." Finally, the young man asked "Sir, is there such thing as evil?" The professor responded "Of course, we have rapes, and murders and violence everywhere in the world, those things are evil." The student replied "Actually, sir, evil does not exist. Evil is simply the absence of God. Evil is a term man developed to describe the absence of God. God did not create evil. It isn't like truth, or love, which exist as virtues like heat and light. Evil is simply the state where God is not present, like cold without heat or darkness without light." And the professor had nothing to say.&lt;br /&gt;Have a day filled with light, warmth and the presence of God!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11038544-113768075914060827?l=mrthorbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/feeds/113768075914060827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11038544&amp;postID=113768075914060827' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/113768075914060827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/113768075914060827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-new-year-everyone.html' title='Happy new year everyone!!!'/><author><name>mrthorbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191540959698623296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c03_XGoOvp8/SMEbyB-VSOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FivSC_Z2FfI/S220/fra+v%C3%A5r+08+til+sommer+08+273.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11038544.post-113318861720487994</id><published>2005-11-28T15:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T15:36:57.226+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time no see....again!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Well well... A lot of time has passed by, and I havn't thought of writing for a long time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, finally, I got myself together, and here I'm sitting!!&lt;br /&gt;So, now me and my girlfriend have been together for a whole year, not bad!! Time sure passes quickly. but apart from that, I've been down in Mandal visiting my girlfriend and her family this weekend, really nice and more relaxing than ever before. Dont recon we have relaxed som much together ever...!&lt;br /&gt;So now I am back from there, by the way; we had a really nice bustrip home from there, didn't notice the time, almost! So life is still good, few things to complain about, and nothing to complain about at all compared to  most people in the world...&lt;br /&gt;Think about how lucky you are compared to many others who for example live on a hand of rice per day, or doesn't have clean water to drink, or are being abused, tortured, beaten, and persued...&lt;br /&gt;If you read this, you have access to a computer, and that is something that only one out of at least houndred do have!&lt;br /&gt;But up in all this, do you know that you have someone that loves you? Someone that loves you more than you could ever imagine??&lt;br /&gt;Jesus is that person, he died for you, so you could go to heaven!!!&lt;br /&gt;He created you, and alle the wrong things you have done; lying, stealing, mocking others, calling them bad things, hurting others feelings...all that, he has forgiven you for!! You just have to accept his forgiveness, and say you're sorry to the people you hurt!&lt;br /&gt;If you do that, he will give you peace!&lt;br /&gt;Live as close as you can to hoe Jesus lived (read in the Bible) and you will find that it is a good life!! May God bless you and keep you, may the Lord cause His face to shine upon you, and give you peace!!&lt;br /&gt;Good luck!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11038544-113318861720487994?l=mrthorbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/feeds/113318861720487994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11038544&amp;postID=113318861720487994' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/113318861720487994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/113318861720487994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/2005/11/long-time-no-seeagain.html' title='Long time no see....again!!'/><author><name>mrthorbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191540959698623296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c03_XGoOvp8/SMEbyB-VSOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FivSC_Z2FfI/S220/fra+v%C3%A5r+08+til+sommer+08+273.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11038544.post-113015981312533780</id><published>2005-10-24T15:14:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T15:16:53.130+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, well</title><content type='html'>So now my girlfriend is back from the states, Im happyhappyhappy!!&lt;br /&gt;Also my friend Håkon got his driverslicense on friday, and if you new him, you would know how he has aicked after getting it!!!&lt;br /&gt;Thats it for now, take care!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11038544-113015981312533780?l=mrthorbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/feeds/113015981312533780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11038544&amp;postID=113015981312533780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/113015981312533780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/113015981312533780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/2005/10/well-well.html' title='Well, well'/><author><name>mrthorbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191540959698623296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c03_XGoOvp8/SMEbyB-VSOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FivSC_Z2FfI/S220/fra+v%C3%A5r+08+til+sommer+08+273.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11038544.post-112893829435035941</id><published>2005-10-10T11:55:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T11:58:14.356+02:00</updated><title type='text'>So here I am again...</title><content type='html'>So now I've been too busy to write lately, so I'm gonna be good just today!&lt;br /&gt;Played a lot lately, don't mind at all, it's really fun, and I get to do something for God.&lt;br /&gt;So tomorrow my love is coming back from the states, cant wait to see her!!&lt;br /&gt;Well, life is good, and I am still highly alive!!!&lt;br /&gt;peace out!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11038544-112893829435035941?l=mrthorbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/feeds/112893829435035941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11038544&amp;postID=112893829435035941' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/112893829435035941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/112893829435035941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/2005/10/so-here-i-am-again.html' title='So here I am again...'/><author><name>mrthorbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191540959698623296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c03_XGoOvp8/SMEbyB-VSOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FivSC_Z2FfI/S220/fra+v%C3%A5r+08+til+sommer+08+273.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11038544.post-112608891274613623</id><published>2005-09-07T12:26:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T12:28:35.746+02:00</updated><title type='text'>ooooooooooooooyeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeahhhhhh!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Life is good, I love my girl, I got the DL, God is great, I love being alive, I can drive a car..., I love life, God cares, I love God, He loves me, Life is just about perfect...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11038544-112608891274613623?l=mrthorbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/feeds/112608891274613623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11038544&amp;postID=112608891274613623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/112608891274613623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/112608891274613623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/2005/09/ooooooooooooooyeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeahhhhhh.html' title='ooooooooooooooyeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeahhhhhh!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>mrthorbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191540959698623296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c03_XGoOvp8/SMEbyB-VSOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FivSC_Z2FfI/S220/fra+v%C3%A5r+08+til+sommer+08+273.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11038544.post-112384120172854362</id><published>2005-08-12T12:01:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T12:06:41.733+02:00</updated><title type='text'>yeaaaaaa...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;Then my birthday was over and done with, and what a perfect birthday!!&lt;br /&gt;I was woken up by my beloved girlfriend and her family with breakfast on my bed, and presents and all, and I spent the whole day with my Vårin and friends, cause she had gotten the day off just to be with me. Then my brother and Håkon came by, just another surprise, and the birthday was just goooood!!!&lt;br /&gt;Life is good indeeeeeed....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11038544-112384120172854362?l=mrthorbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/feeds/112384120172854362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11038544&amp;postID=112384120172854362' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/112384120172854362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/112384120172854362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/2005/08/yeaaaaaa.html' title='yeaaaaaa...'/><author><name>mrthorbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191540959698623296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c03_XGoOvp8/SMEbyB-VSOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FivSC_Z2FfI/S220/fra+v%C3%A5r+08+til+sommer+08+273.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11038544.post-112222321726655199</id><published>2005-07-24T18:34:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T18:40:17.273+02:00</updated><title type='text'>so busy, so lazy...</title><content type='html'>It has been a reeeeeeally long time since I took a few minutes to write, and it has got two reasons. The first: I have been really busy, exams, pathfinder camp, family camp, and youth conference, very much to do.&lt;br /&gt;The other reason is lazyness, because I have been on the internet many times, but haven't bothered to write before now, finally....&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow me and my dearest beloved adorable girlfriend Vårin have been together for 8 months, congrats to both;) I love you so very much my dear sweety, and I allways will, hugs and kisses from moi to toi;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11038544-112222321726655199?l=mrthorbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/feeds/112222321726655199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11038544&amp;postID=112222321726655199' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/112222321726655199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/112222321726655199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/2005/07/so-busy-so-lazy.html' title='so busy, so lazy...'/><author><name>mrthorbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191540959698623296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c03_XGoOvp8/SMEbyB-VSOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FivSC_Z2FfI/S220/fra+v%C3%A5r+08+til+sommer+08+273.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11038544.post-111691804740238483</id><published>2005-05-24T08:56:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T09:00:47.406+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah....I know!!</title><content type='html'>I have been kinda lazy lately, but hello, so much to do, so little time to do it!!&lt;br /&gt;Aint supposed to be easy this life...always something you gotta do, or should have done, but dont have time to do. I'm up to my throat in things I have to do, but som many other sthings I'd rather do. Huff...ekke så greit....&lt;br /&gt;Love u Vårin;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11038544-111691804740238483?l=mrthorbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/feeds/111691804740238483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11038544&amp;postID=111691804740238483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/111691804740238483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/111691804740238483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/2005/05/yeahi-know.html' title='Yeah....I know!!'/><author><name>mrthorbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191540959698623296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c03_XGoOvp8/SMEbyB-VSOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FivSC_Z2FfI/S220/fra+v%C3%A5r+08+til+sommer+08+273.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11038544.post-111489815115929407</id><published>2005-04-30T23:52:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T23:55:51.160+02:00</updated><title type='text'>loooooooooooooooooooong time no see....</title><content type='html'>yeah, now it has been a far too long time since i wrote something, so about time!!&lt;br /&gt;sone to be done with mock exams, and up comes exams......I'll play at the youth conference Process, and looking forward to that....and by the way; I love you Vårin!!!1&lt;br /&gt;write more som other time....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11038544-111489815115929407?l=mrthorbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/feeds/111489815115929407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11038544&amp;postID=111489815115929407' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/111489815115929407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/111489815115929407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/2005/04/loooooooooooooooooooong-time-no-see.html' title='loooooooooooooooooooong time no see....'/><author><name>mrthorbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191540959698623296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c03_XGoOvp8/SMEbyB-VSOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FivSC_Z2FfI/S220/fra+v%C3%A5r+08+til+sommer+08+273.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11038544.post-111088316101857464</id><published>2005-03-15T11:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T11:39:21.020+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Well....I'm still alive...kind of:)</title><content type='html'>I have been able to finish one projekt...biology, and hopefully I'll be done with this folishness of a historyprojekt as well by the end of this week, and the test today went really well...I think... but except from school I'm doing great! Love you a lot, tiny;) gleder meg til PÅSKE!!!!!feeeeeeeerieeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!but I'm gonna mizz u though...:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11038544-111088316101857464?l=mrthorbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/feeds/111088316101857464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11038544&amp;postID=111088316101857464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/111088316101857464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/111088316101857464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/2005/03/wellim-still-alivekind-of.html' title='Well....I&apos;m still alive...kind of:)'/><author><name>mrthorbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191540959698623296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c03_XGoOvp8/SMEbyB-VSOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FivSC_Z2FfI/S220/fra+v%C3%A5r+08+til+sommer+08+273.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11038544.post-111020508302994919</id><published>2005-03-07T15:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T15:18:03.030+01:00</updated><title type='text'>How tha (......) am I going to finish all this shit??</title><content type='html'>I think I'm in a bit of a hurry, with my history, biology and norwegian assignments, but well...I guess I just have to take time to do it....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11038544-111020508302994919?l=mrthorbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/feeds/111020508302994919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11038544&amp;postID=111020508302994919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/111020508302994919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/111020508302994919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/2005/03/how-tha-am-i-going-to-finish-all-this.html' title='How tha (......) am I going to finish all this shit??'/><author><name>mrthorbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191540959698623296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c03_XGoOvp8/SMEbyB-VSOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FivSC_Z2FfI/S220/fra+v%C3%A5r+08+til+sommer+08+273.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11038544.post-110966642950106483</id><published>2005-03-01T09:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T09:40:29.503+01:00</updated><title type='text'>jejeje....</title><content type='html'>I just thought that I could write something, now that I don't have anything else to do..So, we have just finished one vacation, and anotherone is coming up, but before that, I have to do three projects, an one chemistry tests....puh, I don't like it one bit, but luckily, I get to do something else for a change sometimes...there'll be a volleyballcup in a couple of weeks, tomorrow is some kind of party, an this weekend there will be a hole lot of parents coming upp to tvs to visit their small angelkids;) well, I wish me good luck in all the projects!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11038544-110966642950106483?l=mrthorbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/feeds/110966642950106483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11038544&amp;postID=110966642950106483' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/110966642950106483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/110966642950106483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/2005/03/jejeje.html' title='jejeje....'/><author><name>mrthorbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191540959698623296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c03_XGoOvp8/SMEbyB-VSOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FivSC_Z2FfI/S220/fra+v%C3%A5r+08+til+sommer+08+273.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11038544.post-110958501755062735</id><published>2005-02-28T10:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T11:03:37.550+01:00</updated><title type='text'>well, well....</title><content type='html'>So we're all back from vacation, and we've all survived...I think at least we have, and it has been a very good break off from school...but we are there and back again, and projects is up and going, æææææææææææ.....hates it, we hates it does we, no precious, yes, but nooooo, no to dangerous, it would kill us, kiiill us....but we got du do it, ok precious, this once....huff hater prosjekter!!!!! love u Vårin:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11038544-110958501755062735?l=mrthorbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/feeds/110958501755062735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11038544&amp;postID=110958501755062735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/110958501755062735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11038544/posts/default/110958501755062735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrthorbear.blogspot.com/2005/02/well-well.html' title='well, well....'/><author><name>mrthorbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03191540959698623296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c03_XGoOvp8/SMEbyB-VSOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FivSC_Z2FfI/S220/fra+v%C3%A5r+08+til+sommer+08+273.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11038544.post-110919635394650464</id><published>2005-02-23T23:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T23:05:53.946+01:00</updated><title type='text'>yeah!!</title><content type='html'>then we are good and going, maybe kinda'bout time, but whatever....I guess I'll be writing a lot here later, but for now, only a little note to get it all going...rock on!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11038544-110919635394650464?l=mrthorbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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