tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11377826850526787322024-02-06T20:58:31.379-08:00life...jassie raehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10750487963128333802noreply@blogger.comBlogger39125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1137782685052678732.post-70546928089889027752011-02-26T03:23:00.000-08:002011-02-26T04:17:15.604-08:00Dreamin' with my eyes wide-open<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaFEGRr1seRikz2rstofflTWpmHPHObJKlO7Z-H88V5QNVij-G_Fr2N6nHJV5BC3o63W05obUCua1I65PpqBcjzdl1ezYgoRKAuk9A8IRCd5H94xtZR47oEIK3ARekbDfWwmWIDyqt6EVp/s1600/tumblr_l4foahwR9i1qbzzfno1_500_large.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaFEGRr1seRikz2rstofflTWpmHPHObJKlO7Z-H88V5QNVij-G_Fr2N6nHJV5BC3o63W05obUCua1I65PpqBcjzdl1ezYgoRKAuk9A8IRCd5H94xtZR47oEIK3ARekbDfWwmWIDyqt6EVp/s400/tumblr_l4foahwR9i1qbzzfno1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577971223179435522" /></a><br /><br />Early Saturday morning and I'm sitting here alone in the living room. It's the first day of Winter Vacation and tonight the girls are coming over for a Girl's Night! Whoo hoo. It seems as if everything insane is happening right now. For the past two weeks it has been snowing... and snowing... and snowing... Oh! And did I mention that it has been snowing? Even looking out the window right now all I see is gray skies and guess what is falling from it? That's right. Snow. Not only has it been snowing for the past two weeks, but I have been like, half-way sick too. For TWO weeks! <br />There is one thing that is keeping my spirits up though... *anticipation building* I'm probably going to the USA this summer! I'm going home, baby! I have gotten a job, (albeit not the best one, but a job none the less) and will definitely be making enough to buy a ticket to my homeland. Insane-ity, right? I was looking at plane ticket prices just yesterday and I almost threw my computer at the wall in excitement. You know why? Because it was just so cheap and I can pay that amount! I was almost crying on the bus home thinking about seeing my family again. Thinking about those sandy beaches of Florida, being extremely tan again (like I used to be 365 days of the year when I lived there), walking through Target, eating Tacobell, and an ENGLISH speaking country (no need for Norwegian! hahaha). I was thinking about cheap clothes and sunny days, flip flops, learning to drive, drinking Starbucks, buying books... the list goes on and on! <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ5lfDlPUcrOqDM4eg6j72nMpxBPxixpMUPcllYXz68xGiXS_7hFY8ajo8G_qMzXZjaETry06nFvqw-rV49k6rAGRYoN3PxaGfvTh0zIR6UtUoXSCEkI2HtZA19GifSg_-U6NWfJsv86Gk/s1600/tumblr_lgl9sectaP1qztqi1o1_500_large.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ5lfDlPUcrOqDM4eg6j72nMpxBPxixpMUPcllYXz68xGiXS_7hFY8ajo8G_qMzXZjaETry06nFvqw-rV49k6rAGRYoN3PxaGfvTh0zIR6UtUoXSCEkI2HtZA19GifSg_-U6NWfJsv86Gk/s320/tumblr_lgl9sectaP1qztqi1o1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577968627985381810" /></a><br />I never cried or felt this huge longing for home when I first came to Norway. For a long time, Florida was just another place and Norway my new home. I was (and still am) very happy here, but now its been almost 4 years and with one plane ticket dangling in my face, the home-sickness is beginning to over take me. I'm, literally, almost crying every time I think about it.<br />Baby, I'm seriously dreaming with my eyes wide-open and this is one dream that might just come true.jassie raehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10750487963128333802noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1137782685052678732.post-40803091586484073842011-02-16T06:46:00.000-08:002011-02-16T10:32:12.446-08:00Valentine's Day<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglW4g1J382bBxIsSfF9Jhq_GpC33wMYPBMkENuhwxNTsR0GrQrTB7kcp_GvPOycoKk7Cv5FpbjSb5eK-cJzuTicKBGY0ipZnkECWtibz9ns8rUq7OkY0tPKyn-PkwuZ4HqLkGReUC2CeOo/s1600/167091_1685076339968_1629428211_1513381_4272260_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglW4g1J382bBxIsSfF9Jhq_GpC33wMYPBMkENuhwxNTsR0GrQrTB7kcp_GvPOycoKk7Cv5FpbjSb5eK-cJzuTicKBGY0ipZnkECWtibz9ns8rUq7OkY0tPKyn-PkwuZ4HqLkGReUC2CeOo/s400/167091_1685076339968_1629428211_1513381_4272260_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574356986325162850" /></a><br /><br />Ahhh, the big day of LOVE. For years, being single on this day was depressing, but strangely enough, this year was amazing. Not because I have a boyfriend, I don't. Not because I received a lot of cards, I didn't. No... not because of any of the clichéd reasons that are supposed to make Valentine's Day special. What made it special was that I chose to make cards for my friends and to say just how much I love them. I chose to not think of love between a man and a woman, because I wasn't experiencing that. Instead, I chose to think of the love I had for my friends, who mean oh so much for me. I gave, instead of expecting to receive, and that was enough to make my Valentine's Day a joyful one. <br />Well, that wasn't the only thing that made it amazing. I suppose the Valentine's Dinner I made for my friends two days before helped my feelings towards the 14th of February. Or maybe it was the fact that I was given roses and chocolate from two close guy friends. Or.... maybe, just maybe it was the fact that I went on a date with my best guy friend, Andy! (Glad i deg, Heartbreaker!)For all my readers, no, it was not a romantic date, but rather a (friend)date between two really good friends who care about each other and just want to spend that day celebrating something other then the great Amor. What better way to celebrate the Day of Love, then it celebrate the love between friends? I know, amazing. <br />So, all in all... I would have to say that the 4 days surrounding Valentine's Day were some of the best! This year, though I am single, and probably will be for a while (haha.), I went on a date, got roses and chocolate and Hugs(!). Best Valentine's Day I have ever celebrated. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkucpEkK-kJxbSSwMh1ZOi8xhi3yHS0Dw59QMDLOiexdRISazOZhScxU10Or8Lr9kGoVy8WUSSh8WCkxB_FP78HZ5tMyZ-PzGoPTahzyV682Vuk8N1748xKzC44_zU0ez_TKk_vEs2U0I3/s1600/weird_large.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkucpEkK-kJxbSSwMh1ZOi8xhi3yHS0Dw59QMDLOiexdRISazOZhScxU10Or8Lr9kGoVy8WUSSh8WCkxB_FP78HZ5tMyZ-PzGoPTahzyV682Vuk8N1748xKzC44_zU0ez_TKk_vEs2U0I3/s400/weird_large.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574353593955215250" /></a>jassie raehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10750487963128333802noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1137782685052678732.post-46769740141895279432011-02-02T08:32:00.000-08:002011-02-02T08:56:49.663-08:00Guitar Lessons<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0oyA759QZ24fgvhHqdsC-HaLUYtNazfUUmerDqkyXof47bOv1y_wOCUF_oAJWb0GYpj03NCe-ioaFrNVl4d7sObbVlnfe1uF48okmixuWb4mqoyt42hoLw8su_u0hIlYNvwMyTewwUrrE/s1600/tumblr_lfcc1boewJ1qe42eqo1_400_large.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0oyA759QZ24fgvhHqdsC-HaLUYtNazfUUmerDqkyXof47bOv1y_wOCUF_oAJWb0GYpj03NCe-ioaFrNVl4d7sObbVlnfe1uF48okmixuWb4mqoyt42hoLw8su_u0hIlYNvwMyTewwUrrE/s400/tumblr_lfcc1boewJ1qe42eqo1_400_large.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569137221186310514" /></a><br />I used to always look upon musicians with envy, wishing that was me playing the instrument. I wanted to be able to touch a soundless, inanimate object and bring it to life. I wanted to be the person who simply moved their fingers and created a harmony, a melody, a sound of beauty. <br />I always said to myself, "One day... one day, that will be me." I had this strange desire to be one of those people who were so effortlessly cool, just by playing an instrument. The only problem I had was... well, motivation and opportunity. I have never had the skill to actually sit down and teach myself, nor did I bother to pay for over-priced lessons. <br />Then one day, I came up with the brilliant idea to learn the guitar as part of my creative community service. I then jumped my friend with the proposal to teach me and guess what! He said yes! Haha. Oh Glorious Day! <br />I have now had two official lessons and its amazing! I don't actually let on how much i love it, but just knowing that I am actually on my way to being able to make beautiful music is enough to make me jump up and shout, YIPPEE! Hahaha. Well, I'm off to become perfect my awesome guitar skills :) Over and Out.jassie raehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10750487963128333802noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1137782685052678732.post-81548850165078604952011-01-17T06:20:00.000-08:002011-01-17T06:26:43.492-08:00Dedicated to ANDREAS<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglzTwhx5RPaSt_FjdD7Pt6G0NYlk0BaEiwGHqF517OPq_kv8VkiEKHlwfPXwqGdNm8PeE9ViVeffmcthJJoiexoFncP67aeaJNr4MjzOCeYN3Lr9lbX8fWWP3DW2RWrktMvIP4ipsTT56S/s1600/tumblr_kznyezIgup1qa2j0ao1_500_large.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglzTwhx5RPaSt_FjdD7Pt6G0NYlk0BaEiwGHqF517OPq_kv8VkiEKHlwfPXwqGdNm8PeE9ViVeffmcthJJoiexoFncP67aeaJNr4MjzOCeYN3Lr9lbX8fWWP3DW2RWrktMvIP4ipsTT56S/s400/tumblr_kznyezIgup1qa2j0ao1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563160804363111042" /></a><br />I would just like to dedicate this post to my "good" friend, Andreas Engedal! *sarcasm* HE said he would buy me a fresh bottle of water today when I was going through a period of DEHYDRATION. THEN he backs out and refuses and says that my OVERWHELMING thirst was all in my head... that it was "psykisk". Thank you very much for that, Andreas.... NAT. Now my mouth is so shriveled and dried that I can now not talk or open my mouth. All i can do is write this post... or on Facebook. SO ANDREAS ENGEDAL!!!!! I BLAME YOU!!! THATS RIGHT! I. BLAME. YOU.jassie raehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10750487963128333802noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1137782685052678732.post-83206301002218533822010-12-18T07:44:00.000-08:002010-12-19T04:40:31.255-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgved39qfb04FG2URDA5cndfUPjtRaFe469xoGs6nL7pLjp2sq-AB7AxZfY99L26EAPygeRVUR8mfnT3HAlAaTvgu9pkU3T7M0fy98rCEHf3Zwl0BHBkBEn3xUk31A4rHhqN3wM0pLBroz4/s1600/tiffanyandcoholida321015g_large.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 325px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgved39qfb04FG2URDA5cndfUPjtRaFe469xoGs6nL7pLjp2sq-AB7AxZfY99L26EAPygeRVUR8mfnT3HAlAaTvgu9pkU3T7M0fy98rCEHf3Zwl0BHBkBEn3xUk31A4rHhqN3wM0pLBroz4/s400/tiffanyandcoholida321015g_large.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552051272417304754" /></a><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Here I was again tonight forcing laughter, faking smiles<br />Same old tired, lonely place<br />Walls of insincerity<br />Shifiting eyes and vancancy vanished when I saw your face<br />All I can say is it was enchanting to meet you<br /><br />Your eyes whispered "have we met?"<br />Across the room your silhouette starts to make it's way to me<br />The playful conversation starts<br />Counter all your quick remarks like passing notes in secrecy<br />And it was enchanting to meet you<br />All I can say is I was enchanted to meet you<br /><br />This night is sparkling, don't you let it go<br />I'm wonderstruck, blushing all the way home<br />I'll spend forever wondering if you knew<br />I was enchanted to meet you<br /><br />The lingering question kept me up<br />2am, who do you love?<br />I wonder till I'm wide awake<br />Now I'm pacing back and forth, wishing you were at my door<br />I'd open up and you would say,<br />It was enchanting to meet you<br />All I know is I was enchanted to meet you<br /><br />This night is sparkling, don't you let it go<br /><br />I'm wonderstruck, blushing all the way home<br />I'll spend forever wondering if you knew<br />This night is flawless, don't you let it go<br />I'm wonderstruck, dancing around all alone<br />I'll spend forever wondering if you knew<br />I was enchanted to meet you<br /><br />This is me praying that this was the very first page<br />Not where the story line ends<br />My thoughts will echo your name until I see you again<br />These are the words I held back as I was leaving too soon<br />I was enchanted to meet you<br />Please don't be in love with someone else<br />Please don't have somebody waiting on you<br />Please don't be in love with someone else<br />Please don't have somebody waiting on you<br /><br />This night is sparkling, don't you let it go<br />I'm wonderstruck, blushing all the way home<br />I'll spend forever wondering if you knew<br />This night is flawless, don't you let it go<br />I'm wonderstruck, dancing around all alone<br />I'll spend forever wondering if you knew<br />I was enchanted to meet you<br /><br />Please don't be in love with someone else<br />Please don't have somebody waiting on you</span>jassie raehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10750487963128333802noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1137782685052678732.post-44475038857963487842010-11-20T10:04:00.000-08:002010-11-20T10:23:13.242-08:00Let it snow...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFByS0w1vAgljvAW2bpY1VuyiLO2L4wxbvcHVoE0JZrpy207j5BQjaxjUiFt1iCRaRo1ZEYt6Uq1gqhGxLEXQX-FxWtT4F9lSpE_DuIg2-qPbLmibEf2AnS9AGqx2GA2vitAdDS2OW_WiZ/s1600/Tromso-mountains.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFByS0w1vAgljvAW2bpY1VuyiLO2L4wxbvcHVoE0JZrpy207j5BQjaxjUiFt1iCRaRo1ZEYt6Uq1gqhGxLEXQX-FxWtT4F9lSpE_DuIg2-qPbLmibEf2AnS9AGqx2GA2vitAdDS2OW_WiZ/s400/Tromso-mountains.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541698552485795698" /></a><br />Ahhh... yes, it is a new winter alright. Different from the last and even more appreciated. I wake up this morning to see a white landscape and to hear the fireplace crackling. I spend the day in warm pajamas and my hair in a messy bun. Nothing like a cozy day inside, as it continues to snow. A little later into the evening, I walk outside to bring in some more fire wood. Before I go back inside I walk down to the main street and stand looking in wonderment. The snow is lightly falling around me and everything else is covered in white. All down the road, houses have their lights on and it sends a warm glow over the area. With the sky darkening, everyone was inside trying to keep warm. A stillness hung on the air, the only sound was of the silence of snow hitting the ground. It was beautiful. And then it hits me... This was something I used to look at in pictures of Norway and look at me now. I am actually standing in one of those pictures. It hits me that I really am in a foreign country and I now get to be a part of the beauty I only ever saw in pictures. Except, that now, it is completely natural for me to see this... it is beautiful, yes, but now something that I can have for myself. Something I can be a part of.jassie raehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10750487963128333802noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1137782685052678732.post-678539215153404252010-10-19T04:36:00.000-07:002010-10-19T04:38:25.302-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTjHhD0QA6Rxg1BxbfTf7V6nsluXc5EFcJ93RCmSvxh0YY2uDypv38xWBq3TW6B6t6KNpyDOI44SyxZWmzYIXzU4iK4lX5cGmnIMHHRIEPdNLoPeRjWMd59f_PSdUwOtiWH6pjhSoYlSbB/s1600/tumblr_l2b9i7WUL61qbmmdbo1_500_large.png.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 293px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTjHhD0QA6Rxg1BxbfTf7V6nsluXc5EFcJ93RCmSvxh0YY2uDypv38xWBq3TW6B6t6KNpyDOI44SyxZWmzYIXzU4iK4lX5cGmnIMHHRIEPdNLoPeRjWMd59f_PSdUwOtiWH6pjhSoYlSbB/s400/tumblr_l2b9i7WUL61qbmmdbo1_500_large.png.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529720131092028466" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">LOVE LOVE LOVE</span>jassie raehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10750487963128333802noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1137782685052678732.post-13413065120172400152010-10-19T03:31:00.000-07:002010-10-19T04:26:13.518-07:00Oh! Happy Day!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIcVDWOzhfpSXSiLofrEVKHMFhxLXKv20OGjL2UvpFbguDN62iZAS0JgqmtxSNLza9-VVUD0S3Lz9zUOS0kjCY5ZYcIO4Yk-U4aDcH5zAahyqO4YMGg-N4nVkBusFc6hhKk9ejftU9iXlI/s1600/tumblr_l6k6brpFSZ1qasky4o1_500_large.png"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIcVDWOzhfpSXSiLofrEVKHMFhxLXKv20OGjL2UvpFbguDN62iZAS0JgqmtxSNLza9-VVUD0S3Lz9zUOS0kjCY5ZYcIO4Yk-U4aDcH5zAahyqO4YMGg-N4nVkBusFc6hhKk9ejftU9iXlI/s320/tumblr_l6k6brpFSZ1qasky4o1_500_large.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529716417207579714" /></a><br />HAHAHAHA! Ok, I had such a FAIL/LOL moment today at Laget. So, we always start Laget off with some worship and I feel that it is always such a fail-sad moment. Why do I think this??? OH, only because the kids sing with such pitiful, monotone voices to the God they say they LOVE. I mean, come on, really? The point I'm trying to get to here is that during the preaching today, I started getting this idea of putting some life in their life a little. I mean, NORWEGIANS ARE SO STIFF, unless they get drunk on the weekends are something... it's slightly pathetic. ANYWAY, so when the lady was done with her word, I jumped up and went to the front before Eivind could tell everyone goodbye. And I say, "Sooo, I just have a question for you guys. Do ya'll know the Start song? Something about yellow, black and some other stuff? Anyone?" I received a few mumbles in response. Some knew it and some didn't. There I am, trying to get them to sing it and they did an OK job of it. Finally, I have to explain what the point of this whole thing was. What was the point, you may ask. The point was to try to get these life-less kids to sing something and get them to be a little crazy. I told them that our faith and relationship with Jesus Christ is some to be excited about. So, what do I do next? I try to get them to sing the song, Oh, Happy Day. I start clapping and singing loudly in a not-so-good singing voice, but I don't give in! I have hope for these people! so we start singing it and it sounded like they were being dragged through mud to sing this. It failed totally. No matter what joke I made, or how funny I said something, they still wouldn't give me any more joy. Isn't that just sad? Are these the kind of warriors we have for Christ? Life-less, stiff, without-joy people? My ending line to them was, "Well, ok, I see we are going to have to work on this..." *sigh* <br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_1-cgDRRqCE"></a>jassie raehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10750487963128333802noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1137782685052678732.post-66170515791210785332010-10-15T08:18:00.000-07:002010-10-15T08:35:39.041-07:00Volleyball!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRkJ6VsbrmZLdfpqLuLIELpEx8qlevBejCNfiZk2xy3W-KE1oC0FyPM_EcQJK2N66OyL5yQW7CirJTd_rvOMHKkazjPnV5kYU9ykhGhPW2erEBPM4GTziXNiL0aXMaUhq9EAByAu-npmVR/s1600/tumblr_l8mtf6FctO1qci5feo1_500_large.png"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 260px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRkJ6VsbrmZLdfpqLuLIELpEx8qlevBejCNfiZk2xy3W-KE1oC0FyPM_EcQJK2N66OyL5yQW7CirJTd_rvOMHKkazjPnV5kYU9ykhGhPW2erEBPM4GTziXNiL0aXMaUhq9EAByAu-npmVR/s400/tumblr_l8mtf6FctO1qci5feo1_500_large.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528296861525660594" /></a><br />Funny how things end up happening, isn't it? Somehow I find myself meeting up at the gym every Wednesday for volleyball practice! I am actually part of the school volleyball team and somehow I didn't even realize it! One day I'm just having practice and then BAM! It hits me... I really am part of the team :) I absolutely love it! It's such a hilarious situation because there are only 4 girls and about 12 guys. Hahahahaha. The girls are really awesome because we are all friends, but whats even cooler are the guys! They are all so funny! All of them have this sense of humor and are joking around all the time. Not to mention that they are all MASTERS when it comes to the game. Most of them play with a club and are therefore amazing at playing. So, of course, me and the rest of the girls feel like crap around them. Haha. But it's good practice for us to play with people on a higher level. It causes us to step up our game a bit :P But, yes, well, for the first time, last Wednesday the other girls and myself felt that the guys FINALLY opened up to us. Man, it takes forever to get in with the Norwegians! Anyway, they were finally being helpful and trying to help us improve our skills. Plus, they were really engaged and were joking with us. I must say, I am really happy the guys (and girls) ended up being really kind. It only makes going to practice that much better! I'm really excited to see how things turn out :D Soon, we have some matches coming up so that should be interesting! <3jassie raehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10750487963128333802noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1137782685052678732.post-18995768632881777022010-10-10T14:48:00.001-07:002010-10-10T14:48:46.994-07:00Cryjassie raehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10750487963128333802noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1137782685052678732.post-15624011882065663972010-10-09T07:28:00.000-07:002010-10-09T18:01:33.708-07:00Høstferie<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqewLHCgBPfhlIlZnp0KU7CnqmquPx-kMI4IwChi-l1SZk9RiCgx2IalVHizcluSsyz6hWaaR5Cw1ANpncHyjgy4BI3fpPrgmNQHaCV5fQRYm254u2L1xS9XW4F0lhyphenhyphenEAyZRzm7j_R08oA/s1600/moments,life,memories,quote,quote,word,remember-5883bba7d4638f2ed6a2fdbf964f22b0_h.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqewLHCgBPfhlIlZnp0KU7CnqmquPx-kMI4IwChi-l1SZk9RiCgx2IalVHizcluSsyz6hWaaR5Cw1ANpncHyjgy4BI3fpPrgmNQHaCV5fQRYm254u2L1xS9XW4F0lhyphenhyphenEAyZRzm7j_R08oA/s320/moments,life,memories,quote,quote,word,remember-5883bba7d4638f2ed6a2fdbf964f22b0_h.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526216230576696002" /></a><br />Imagine late nights full of laughter and joy, smiles and happiness. Imagine making new memories with some of the coolest people. Imagine getting your friends kicked out of your house at 6 in the morning and singing way too loud, way too long into the night. But whats wrong with that? <br />How about hilarious waxing incidents with an amazing group of girls and talking about the future with a sigh of love... How about making homemade pizza with one of the most amazing guys, who just happens to be your best friend? Or jumping on the trampoline with him and your little siblings, showing off your back-flipping skills? Does staying up extremely late with two of your closest friends and talking about everything under the sun, sound amazing? What about a a giant sleepover with five other girls, where you laugh so hard you get six-packs and have the best of times imitating your guy friends? Who says you cant?<br />Think about days spent running through the rain to catch buses with your friends to spend a day at the mall. Days like those that you warm your hands on cups of warm cocoa and share music with your friend as you sit on the bus, looking out on the world as the sky washes it clean. Think about days at the mall doing crazy things like smelling way too many perfumes and trying on the ugliest, tightest outfit you can find and taking model shoots. Eating unhealthy food at McDonald's and having extremely random conversations about wanting to have sex before Jesus comes back. (HAHAHA)Think about days when you fight with your best friend for a piece of gum, try to tackle him, crash to the ground, only to have him crash into a store window, have him crack it and then running like crazy so you dont get caught. Or nights when you sleepover with an awesome girl and sleep waaay too long and almost miss the bus to work. Think about midnights when you crowd four people on one scooter and drive the roads to visit a friend, laughing the whole way. What about the the all-nighters you pull with your one best friend and one awesome girl, half asleep on the living room floor, punching each other while filming it and laughing for absolutely no other reason than just because you are glad to be with the ones you love... or maybe because you are over-tired and have a lack of sleep.<br />All i have to say is, these are the days, nights, memories and moments I will never forget. Thanks for making my fall vacation the best! GJENGEN!jassie raehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10750487963128333802noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1137782685052678732.post-88772256546779367142010-09-10T15:38:00.000-07:002010-09-10T16:23:10.059-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW1R0d50TNF_ZoL99CHy693mioEgUztXktS1G0frKLag85xWId7CXUiCYytLkFFIe9w1ipNTQEzM23Qz1_y2Bofo_dVJBHlTXE2fSHvUKh0IDxHytDDuZ_xkpa-c-rM58mGzt3SUZbnSH5/s1600/tumblr_l8h8za86yL1qc5ug7o1_500_large.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 109px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW1R0d50TNF_ZoL99CHy693mioEgUztXktS1G0frKLag85xWId7CXUiCYytLkFFIe9w1ipNTQEzM23Qz1_y2Bofo_dVJBHlTXE2fSHvUKh0IDxHytDDuZ_xkpa-c-rM58mGzt3SUZbnSH5/s400/tumblr_l8h8za86yL1qc5ug7o1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515424641239801154" /></a><br />He will be the one that sees beyond the smile to the tears and sorrow.jassie raehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10750487963128333802noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1137782685052678732.post-72219023576211019032010-09-08T07:36:00.000-07:002010-09-08T07:40:28.400-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEnNhaPlPXhUS_0LpMggrhECeIv5p2pyuOZDHiebvaWl_s4sgv_eHa9cNPp3F6sqID9D2nvWUwC_aXTFNnKaTMF8PAAfBLoFSk-QslTIOQP7-HERdsS3TgW3GtepgZRLUEzflZhyphenhyphenB128sI/s1600/tumblr_l6i8nnHXx21qzj9qpo1_500_large.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEnNhaPlPXhUS_0LpMggrhECeIv5p2pyuOZDHiebvaWl_s4sgv_eHa9cNPp3F6sqID9D2nvWUwC_aXTFNnKaTMF8PAAfBLoFSk-QslTIOQP7-HERdsS3TgW3GtepgZRLUEzflZhyphenhyphenB128sI/s400/tumblr_l6i8nnHXx21qzj9qpo1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514551630655050722" /></a><br /><br />I miss the abundance of this. Now I feel like the "friends" I have now dont truely understand the meaning of being just that. They are close when they <span style="font-weight:bold;">want</span> to be and not when they <span style="font-weight:bold;">should</span> be. I'm sorry if I'm the type of person that believes you should be a best friend 100% or not at all. If you are anything less than that how can you give yourself that title? And by "they", I mean, one person in particular. Butthead.jassie raehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10750487963128333802noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1137782685052678732.post-79262204233736972042010-08-26T04:22:00.000-07:002010-08-26T04:39:27.605-07:00IB= Ultimate Nerds<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7sLRPaeTS8NHCPa3eezIMhW4Ylf1M-r8qiuhVsTsU3Nwy_fmbVssvbqTnxy8f-8GMm6M41hSdizoZCy6kCVOWdwhW-QctOxeHw9bwoe2KyOXDSJiJ-C8p4a0rYFv1R1WilNbVKp45xc4g/s1600/tumblr_l2waux14fb1qa0x2eo1_500_large.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 272px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7sLRPaeTS8NHCPa3eezIMhW4Ylf1M-r8qiuhVsTsU3Nwy_fmbVssvbqTnxy8f-8GMm6M41hSdizoZCy6kCVOWdwhW-QctOxeHw9bwoe2KyOXDSJiJ-C8p4a0rYFv1R1WilNbVKp45xc4g/s400/tumblr_l2waux14fb1qa0x2eo1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509681783176800690" /></a><br />I have officially started the IB Diploma program and I must say, it's not quite what I expected! Even though its only the second week, I'm feeling that I might actually be able to keep up with this! Although, I'm a little worried that two months from now, I am going to DEEPLY regret my decision to take this back-breaking program. Haha. <br /><br />To start with, we aren't going to have any tests that count for two years. We are going to have 2 to 3 "internal assessments" in each subject that will count up our grades. Basically, we are spending two years studying up for these major exams at the end of the program...whooo....-.- The class, on the other hand, is great! :D Well, as great as IB can be. Ha. Ha. Of course, we are all nerds, but we are one of the most accepting and social classes in our grade! Everyone that takes a look at our books and hears about our requirements, automatically label us with: GEEKS. But we take it with grace :D About 50% of our class are new members, but they fit in just well. No new guys....no surprise there. <br /><br />Besides starting IB, there are lots of new things at school. Not only do we have the new cafeteria, but I am also one of the leaders for skolelaget! The first meetings have been great! Nothing super duper over the top, but just perfect. It got off to a great start :D It's really fun to be on the "board" for laget with Eivind, Joachim and Andreas! Being the only girl is pretty interesting, but just reminds me of being with my three older brothers again :P <br /><br />Lots and lots and lots of fun! Can't wait to see how the rest of the year turns out!jassie raehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10750487963128333802noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1137782685052678732.post-43571610457252627212010-07-19T12:40:00.000-07:002010-07-19T13:32:51.162-07:00What can I say? I'm hopeless.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRr68TNbTT_PCjEXf1vioLBtfqqyuDlpEK-rRz10zK7D5HN7GRvgCK2kLkRNEK03DtRMSF6u0qmmR1F4762RFSpMrNLoUM5tkD_D_PYYkJQGbkF4yeqbIn95OMMrbskjIHCkY5dKxz15nW/s1600/images.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 85px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRr68TNbTT_PCjEXf1vioLBtfqqyuDlpEK-rRz10zK7D5HN7GRvgCK2kLkRNEK03DtRMSF6u0qmmR1F4762RFSpMrNLoUM5tkD_D_PYYkJQGbkF4yeqbIn95OMMrbskjIHCkY5dKxz15nW/s400/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495718021968514098" /></a><br /><br />So,today I was watching the movie 27 dresses and I can't help but swoon a bit. I simply the love the fact that it ends in a wedding of the movie couple, which you don't see much these days. But that's not the REAL subject of this post. The real subject has to do with what the movie got me thinking about... <br />After having been in my uncle's wedding two days ago, my mind has been all wrapped up in thoughts of gowns, grooms and wedding rings. It certainly didn't help to watch a movie that REVOLVES around weddings! The thing that has been on my mind, though, is just thinking about when that will be my day. When it will be me everyone stands for as I walk down the aisle. It will be me that the groom can't take his eyes off of. That will be the day, when I know that my waiting is finally over. The stress, the thoughts, the prayers, the searching... all of it is done. I finally got The One. And life can move on from there. <br />Maybe it's just me that thinks this way, but like I say, "I'm a hopeless romantic" :)jassie raehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10750487963128333802noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1137782685052678732.post-68659398251493826432010-07-12T05:13:00.000-07:002010-07-12T05:44:15.818-07:00Ashamed?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8l2H5QG3P4Z7QYxqaRQ1AEBAKza7AnsggY7uORu2mwcXkByKsPfp01tIxi5qoa2S7ZT5XzZKCWDsR2nY8J-M43V30_QAmkd5geUxaHYBX48ZoXm6FOqtkDzmQ1I7UeIEb9h8tkRkTGwHu/s1600/tumblr_kqkqgujGIV1qzaup4o1_400_large.png"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 211px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8l2H5QG3P4Z7QYxqaRQ1AEBAKza7AnsggY7uORu2mwcXkByKsPfp01tIxi5qoa2S7ZT5XzZKCWDsR2nY8J-M43V30_QAmkd5geUxaHYBX48ZoXm6FOqtkDzmQ1I7UeIEb9h8tkRkTGwHu/s320/tumblr_kqkqgujGIV1qzaup4o1_400_large.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492992051155138306" /></a>Sometimes when I look back on my life, I can't help but feel ashamed of who I was, what I did and the things I said. All I can think about is how glad i am that Jesus has just changed me in so many indescribable ways. I truly understand now why people say that they wish they could go back and do things differently. Why did I have to be that way? Its amazing how one year seeking God, a few good friends and the Bible and can change a person and how they view the world. I just look back and want to hang my head. Why was I so naive? So blind? I have learned so much in the past 12 months that it shocks me.<br />All I want to say is, be careful of the seeds you sow in your life now because later you will reap the consequences. You will end up wrestling with God and having to learn how to deal with what you once were. So make each decision carefully and think about how it will effect the next one.jassie raehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10750487963128333802noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1137782685052678732.post-57713969483512402082010-06-25T03:41:00.001-07:002010-07-12T05:51:19.956-07:00Summer '10<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd7rm9ER_4PLSWouJoFzrUYY8ZTuLQYa9yzMYEhedwQ_i4CMq0fuY1dunQYeomdx88kgfGklpGoV9ihkPVgYrqj8XsKpj8f9riPdQeNxeIoT3OokLfqcgZTWWxRcMR_dhPa98B_Tr8Hjxs/s1600/tumblr_l48a9qhbHZ1qafc06o1_500_large.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 188px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd7rm9ER_4PLSWouJoFzrUYY8ZTuLQYa9yzMYEhedwQ_i4CMq0fuY1dunQYeomdx88kgfGklpGoV9ihkPVgYrqj8XsKpj8f9riPdQeNxeIoT3OokLfqcgZTWWxRcMR_dhPa98B_Tr8Hjxs/s320/tumblr_l48a9qhbHZ1qafc06o1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493001458785731202" /></a><br />Wow... already this summer has started out in the most interesting of ways. First, I have spent the last couple of weeks with some of the most awesome of people, named, Victoria and Maria! They are just such great people and these past days have been an amazing experience. We have taken midnight boat trips, slept on little islands, went camping, had parties, sleepovers and cooking disasters. God has blessed me immensely and I cant thank him enough. And if that was a good enough start, one of my good guy friends, Engedal (thats his last name, dont laugh haha) and I have just had an absolutely hilarious conversation that, i believe, has only made us better friends. Long story short, me and a couple of my friends have thought he was into me and we saw all these signs that ended up being nothing and so it finally got so bad that I just had to ask him. SCARY, let me tell you! He pulls up into my driveway and my heart is beating faster and faster. GAAH!!! I couldnt believe I was ACTUALLY going to ask him if he was into me. I had never ever asked a guy that before! So, I asked. And we talked about what he said and we have come to a decision that we are just friends and that he isnt into me like that. :D Now, we cant help but crack up about it, but knowing that I could go to him and ask him something like that has just made me trust him even more. I know that I can talk to him and he will be honest. Oh Geez...another hilarious memory to add to our friendship! :P<div>Next week, I am doing the evangelizing week with my church and am soo excited to do the outside shows in town! Also, I will be driving to Sweden for one week with my friends for an awesome conferance with preachers from around the world. I know that will be a week with teachings from God and an experience I will never forget.Summer of 2010? I am so glad to meet you.... </div>jassie raehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10750487963128333802noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1137782685052678732.post-27838176138847105572010-03-02T05:30:00.000-08:002010-03-02T05:49:02.209-08:00:)Family(:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn6KYe5Ayir3f3WuYL9-5kCa1cSp_qBv9ThYgim11lXRGD5pbLdEKYH4F_qhyphenhyphenOtAq9MSg8-g0wP-zaRuRwOOr62pxfevgT7251w3G_lu7j19tbv-9cq93NSQdTrn9sKL7yqVrUNovyCcfr/s1600-h/photopodborka_032_large.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn6KYe5Ayir3f3WuYL9-5kCa1cSp_qBv9ThYgim11lXRGD5pbLdEKYH4F_qhyphenhyphenOtAq9MSg8-g0wP-zaRuRwOOr62pxfevgT7251w3G_lu7j19tbv-9cq93NSQdTrn9sKL7yqVrUNovyCcfr/s320/photopodborka_032_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444033115435675570" /></a><br />Today has been a good day. After waking up at 8 o' clock this morning, i looked out the window to see the sun shining and not a cloud in the sky. Although, i had to take two buses to get home, in order to watch my younger siblings, i was in a strangely good mood. I got home only to find out that i actually didnt need to be there and plans had changed, but i wouldnt let that ruin my day. I decided that i would take a walk with my little brother and sister to the shops and library and just have a nice time. The library didnt open until 12 o' clock so we had to wait a bit anyway. My little brother went outside to play, while i did some things around the house. My little baby sis was fussing and i knew she wasnt feeling to well, so i fed her some apple slice and then decided to give her a nice little bath. She was just so cute splashing around in the water and after i put some lotion on her and rubbed her back. After the warm bath and nice back rub, she began to quiet down a bit, so i took her to the living room and warmed a bottle of milk for her. Then i laid back on the sofa with her on my stomach and fed her the milk. After a few minutes, she silently slipped off into a peaceful slumber, right there in my arms. Best feeling in the world. I fell asleep soon after and there we were, sister and sister sleeping. I couldnt help but think to myself, "I hope one i get to experience what it is to be a mother..." The rest of the day got better. My dad came home with two new books he had bought for me and then we went to the shops and walked around together. A day of relaxation and contentment =)jassie raehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10750487963128333802noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1137782685052678732.post-24809442183279082452010-02-10T23:28:00.000-08:002010-02-11T00:08:51.856-08:00Six Steps to Mr. Six Pack<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWR47cvWVADOkozhqlarJQlUHTP6apkz2-qSWzZstp_smo4cbtvIras1e-GC_Ow5cFBM7foHImuFMAzyDGKPD-gsoNS8t1sE_8ENWOuoEHKWBH8XjDMMmLRkLDhW-mJ9Ut8SwnCE3lbNZ5/s1600-h/22FL-Corey_large.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWR47cvWVADOkozhqlarJQlUHTP6apkz2-qSWzZstp_smo4cbtvIras1e-GC_Ow5cFBM7foHImuFMAzyDGKPD-gsoNS8t1sE_8ENWOuoEHKWBH8XjDMMmLRkLDhW-mJ9Ut8SwnCE3lbNZ5/s320/22FL-Corey_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436892220232155858" /></a><br />So, yesterday i had my first conversation with Mr. McHottie as friends =D We had a really great time and it was a really big thing. And he really makes me happy =P So, i was telling my bff solveig about it and we were just having so much freaking fun out of it, cracking jokes and laughing like crazy about it. Anyway, one of the things we were joking about is that our, "plan" was working. And we decided that his code name is Six pack...hahahaha.... so here are our "joke" six steps to get YOUR six pack man =P<div><b>Step One: </b></div><div>Find the guy that really makes you smile and makes your heart sigh with happiness</div><div><b>Step Two:</b></div><div>Make an impression on him... along with this, you should have small chit chats and some teasing</div><div><b>Step Three:</b></div><div>Have a major conversation with him as friends</div><div><b>Step Four:</b></div><div>Start talking to him more... get to know him as a person and when you are close enough friends, invite him to do something...AS FRIENDS...just so you can find out more of what kind of person he is....</div><div><b>Step Five and Six:</b></div><div>Well.... i havent even gotten to step four myself...so i guess you're on your own there... =P but one last piece of advice... ENJOY him hahaha =P</div>jassie raehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10750487963128333802noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1137782685052678732.post-52411579293223787362010-01-29T02:11:00.000-08:002010-01-29T02:31:24.891-08:00Kisses =*<div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-weight: bold; font-family:'courier new';"><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM_d4yXpZGL4a6dEOxbYoE8SDoQwGWYH7VyhlnQRlWF3OajXL2wk2kJ_x4rmK3E3rABulHUJuKtmyBFgR6xwlaW7Z0m75lxtMkGHQbPA5HabzhDaK84TZZmcLWIVa_8jKFcaQmIExs45Ha/s1600-h/Vy5UgW0p9m9f55gnaPy7YhGxo1_500.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM_d4yXpZGL4a6dEOxbYoE8SDoQwGWYH7VyhlnQRlWF3OajXL2wk2kJ_x4rmK3E3rABulHUJuKtmyBFgR6xwlaW7Z0m75lxtMkGHQbPA5HabzhDaK84TZZmcLWIVa_8jKFcaQmIExs45Ha/s400/Vy5UgW0p9m9f55gnaPy7YhGxo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432090987385634882" style="text-align: justify; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 313px; height: 400px; " /></a><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#222222;"><p class="MsoNormal" align="right" style="text-align: left;"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 115%; color: rgb(34, 34, 34); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 55px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"></span></span></span></span></p><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 115%; color: rgb(34, 34, 34); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><p class="MsoNormal"><strong><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 15.5pt; line-height: 115%; color: rgb(34, 34, 34); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">“</span></span></strong><span class="apple-converted-space"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 15.5pt; line-height: 115%; color: rgb(34, 34, 34); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"> </span></span></span><span class="quote"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 15.5pt; line-height: 115%; color: rgb(34, 34, 34); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">I am in favor of preserving the French habit of kissing ladies’ hands - after all, one must start somewhere.</span></span></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="right" style="text-align:right"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%; color: rgb(34, 34, 34); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">— Sacha Guitry</span></span><span lang="EN-US" style="color:#222222;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"><o:p></o:p></span></p></span></span><p></p><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" align="right" style="text-align: justify; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 115%; font-family:Georgia, serif;color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; font-size:medium;">So, those that know me, know that i am not allowed to kiss. Shocking...i know...haha. In the beginning when kissing started to mean something, i was completely against it. I was mad at my parents that they kept me from one of life's great pleasures. I thought they were trying to conform me to there "ways", instead of letting me make my own choice.</span></span></span><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US;color:#222222;"><o:p></o:p></span></p></span><p></p></span><p></p></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq56QrlfTITtNfLOm_8DBUK-dy2L0yK5KYtL-E9zEQy6445x27ySS-VJ1V9Pa9GjRPEA_ibTom6GyFVZw1WwLbbk6MadUE5f7cKsDVy_SlEITBT-TDLLrtFT6M3VZ3h5XA02SBTA6F1qs0/s400/tumblr_kupkxcGmgi1qzxhglo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431784125894712738" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></div></div><div><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#222222;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 55px; "></span></span></span></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';color:#222222;"><b><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 55px; "></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><strong><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 115%; color: rgb(34, 34, 34); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">“</span></span></strong><span class="apple-converted-space"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 115%; color: rgb(34, 34, 34); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></span></span><span class="quote"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 115%; color: rgb(34, 34, 34); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Teach not thy lip such scorn, for it was made</span></span></span><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 115%; color: rgb(34, 34, 34); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span> <span class="quote"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">For kissing, lady, not for such contempt.</span></span></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 115%; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="right" style="text-align:right"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 115%; color: rgb(34, 34, 34); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">— William Shakespear</span></span><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height:115%;Arial","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-UScolor:#222222;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "><b>e</b></span></span></span><span lang="EN-US" style="color:#222222;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><o:p></o:p></b></span></span></span></p><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" align="right" style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"></span></b></span></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; font-weight: 900; line-height: 18px;"></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size: 16px; ">As i got older i was still against it. I mean, a 14 year old girl not allowed to kiss the guy she is infatuated with... come on... But being the person i am, i refused to go against my parents wishes, no matter how badly i wanted to. I had had to do that a lot with other things, this was just a harder challenge. I just took the rules with grace... and a lot of frustration, but i refused to break them. dont ask me why. Most girls at that age would have thrown the rule-book out the window and kissed the night away... but not meeee!</span></span></span></p><p></p><p></p></span><p></p><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNij32y81MRh-3nUrD3MW4dOrHtrFMpqoQLDEuj-xSGBqr4cNLMEoJcxI5SBK9XGzU0A-_XhtUeeSWhJTUNzaW6xS3q83r64TP6DTj-QL5qS9vsH_GoXmc-Wual5Ws3tHs1NCfdGkWuj6S/s400/tumblr_kpbqc19YSQ1qzxhglo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431782699659243298" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px; " /><p class="MsoNormal" align="right" style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "></span></span></span></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, serif;color:#000000;"><p class="MsoNormal" align="right" style="text-align: right; "></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';color:#222222;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; font-weight: 900; line-height: 18px;"><p class="MsoNormal"><strong><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 15.5pt; line-height: 115%; color: rgb(34, 34, 34); ">“</span></strong><span class="apple-converted-space"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 15.5pt; line-height: 115%; color: rgb(34, 34, 34); "> </span></span><span class="quote"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 15.5pt; line-height: 115%; color: rgb(34, 34, 34); ">The decision to kiss for the first time is the most crucial in any love story. It changes the relationship of two people much more strongly than even the final surrender; because this kiss already has within it that surrender.</span></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="right" style="text-align:right"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%; color: rgb(34, 34, 34); ">— Emil Ludwig</span><span lang="EN-US" style="color:#222222;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"><o:p></o:p></span></p></span></span></div><p></p></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" align="right" style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Then one night, the choice was mine. Should i go against my parents and kiss this guy that i liked oh so much? Or should i "reject" him and myself... and clutch that rule-book close to my heart. It would have been so easy... a dark area...me and him... easy...oh so easy... but i pulled away. I couldnt do it. No matter how much i wanted to, no matter how much everything inside of me was screaming to just do it... i couldnt. I had been denying myself a lot of things...and for a split second i almost didnt move away. So, i still have virgin lips and after that night i started thinking...</span></span></span></span></p></b></span></div></div></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFHLe8ijv4YXCU1Rj66PojiGsRTGM6jM_1pEu8hBBhcMtsznocGvc18LIAOIsDCht8sZVT4d_MJQuPoFfWV6OQrF8dQMa_hLo6SaN4VyVnD0G4IyRiDPOrCOfY2-Y8vEwSsBCb7vWDhWsV/s1600-h/Masquerade_by_byluluka_large.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFHLe8ijv4YXCU1Rj66PojiGsRTGM6jM_1pEu8hBBhcMtsznocGvc18LIAOIsDCht8sZVT4d_MJQuPoFfWV6OQrF8dQMa_hLo6SaN4VyVnD0G4IyRiDPOrCOfY2-Y8vEwSsBCb7vWDhWsV/s400/Masquerade_by_byluluka_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432094852673665298" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 386px; " /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "><p class="MsoNormal"><strong><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 15.5pt; line-height: 115%; color: rgb(34, 34, 34); ">“</span></strong><span class="apple-converted-space"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 15.5pt; line-height: 115%; color: rgb(34, 34, 34); "> </span></span><span class="quote"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 15.5pt; line-height: 115%; color: rgb(34, 34, 34); ">How delicious is the winning of a kiss at love’s beginning.</span></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="right" style="text-align:right"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%; color: rgb(34, 34, 34); ">— Thomas Campbell<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><i>(via<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></i></span><span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%; color: rgb(34, 34, 34); "><a href="http://bythewayiloveyou.tumblr.com/" target="_blank"><i><span lang="EN-US" style="color:#212E70;mso-ansi-language:EN-US">bythewayiloveyou</span></i></a></span><i><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; color:#222222;mso-ansi-language:EN-US">)</span></i><span lang="EN-US" style="color:#222222;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"><o:p></o:p></span></p></span><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';color:#222222;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, serif;color:#000000;"><p class="MsoNormal" align="right" style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#222222;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; ">I realized that if i could resist that time, then i can resist again. I came out stronger. But more then that an idea occurred to me. How great would it be to know that my very first kiss is the one My husband takes from me, when the words "You may now kiss the bride..." are spoken? How utterly romantic. I know that one day my Prince Charming will come... his face is a mystery right now to me, but i can wait. Im not saying that i will never kiss before i get married. Im not sure i can even keep that promise. But what i do know is that before i kiss any guy, i will think carefully...is this really a guy i want to give this away to? I wont make a decision now, no, each time the moment arises i will decide then. When it is staring me in the face... i will decide, but for now... my lips remain untouched... the only way that will change is if it is taken without me knowing...=*</span></span></span></span></span></p><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#222222;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 14px; "><br /></span></span></div></span><p></p></b></span></div></div></span></div>jassie raehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10750487963128333802noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1137782685052678732.post-72919072804944903932010-01-22T01:42:00.001-08:002010-01-22T01:44:35.527-08:00Masquerade<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtaC84ago0y3VYKVyzfqgWM2t9LEYHHBC7n3G3wxBwGM71PTEtZB0s3zrV5qFsR7FrlyodE34lsRAQuNKNH2w6Vgr0oC_E64WSa50B7gUpbQFWwg2aPg8nbFv3TTLAWJRZnCJOdF6l4FIx/s1600-h/20081202095729.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtaC84ago0y3VYKVyzfqgWM2t9LEYHHBC7n3G3wxBwGM71PTEtZB0s3zrV5qFsR7FrlyodE34lsRAQuNKNH2w6Vgr0oC_E64WSa50B7gUpbQFWwg2aPg8nbFv3TTLAWJRZnCJOdF6l4FIx/s400/20081202095729.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429497514489528402" /></a><div><div style="text-align: center; ">Sometimes i am sick of all the masks people</div><div>wear. We all do it, but it becomes so tiring. Why is it that we feel we must hide who we really are? I mean, are we THAT afraid to be ourselves? When i look around i see that people really are scared to show their true faces, but why?</div><div style="text-align: center; ">Sometimes the masks are ugly, sometimes they are scary. For some they are beautiful, sweet, kind, caring, but in the end they are just a mask. How can we ever really know a person when everyone wants to put up a front. I wonder what the world would be like if we never put up a fake face. I feel like sometimes i just want to yell at everyone to just be who they are. To just not worry. Because if everyone is themselves then no one is rejected.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgooDFNdT9V6ueRbSzcDIe996UKisMN2RDK284D6KfzlP62cHuWsbA73wqdQvViydBKmgMvq1KN8l3q1yEFr6Knupfwsq4dgWVt309LsINX_q0lzCdzkZeopLPlJ8azb9kynE1QAxyB5fKu/s400/Masquerade_by_boyoneder_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429261815741614610" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 200px; " /></div></div>jassie raehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10750487963128333802noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1137782685052678732.post-80995339916862134422010-01-21T00:00:00.001-08:002010-01-21T00:00:57.173-08:00My Friends =)<div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsuBtnk_3nB7cnm84Enl1njHigErSOwDJll6aoU3NATLA1eFJRqLl3oxQ19vvrrKVOxjficiCia1ReXFI0hyphenhyphen6dFEGta8aIkhnTIy5zgVLdyto5C8iaikkS3VqdSIuixdXeXKc_HMJr4E8d/s1600-h/IMG_0216.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsuBtnk_3nB7cnm84Enl1njHigErSOwDJll6aoU3NATLA1eFJRqLl3oxQ19vvrrKVOxjficiCia1ReXFI0hyphenhyphen6dFEGta8aIkhnTIy5zgVLdyto5C8iaikkS3VqdSIuixdXeXKc_HMJr4E8d/s320/IMG_0216.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429096072021170786" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "> </span>Ida C, Ingeborg, Maggy!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZtFqkCxyGCHp6P5uxAc7PvOAI1cY3A-rpzMJW5SBUAtyQagkUNpw8O9-t-GwA4u-C3GyOg2TZyaH2cOShmgWvaAndhu_sP_m3RSvf8WuEkHtJG_GCm9r6pW5CFL-b60FQKu49oXW3TjGq/s1600-h/IMG_0114.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZtFqkCxyGCHp6P5uxAc7PvOAI1cY3A-rpzMJW5SBUAtyQagkUNpw8O9-t-GwA4u-C3GyOg2TZyaH2cOShmgWvaAndhu_sP_m3RSvf8WuEkHtJG_GCm9r6pW5CFL-b60FQKu49oXW3TjGq/s320/IMG_0114.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429095852180429922" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "> </span>Elin haha<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvjSG2zrsu5hRQdLqwS_cluc9FKMWvdLsYiGIomKjut8A03D_5u8YCydoHeow_rmJSgenA7oYIAir1c3DySZ0j4Rehad48gry3iGWUCwGz-UKO6Dzln6JB67FLOKNXtwNZaY25cEJaJaTG/s1600-h/IMG_0112.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvjSG2zrsu5hRQdLqwS_cluc9FKMWvdLsYiGIomKjut8A03D_5u8YCydoHeow_rmJSgenA7oYIAir1c3DySZ0j4Rehad48gry3iGWUCwGz-UKO6Dzln6JB67FLOKNXtwNZaY25cEJaJaTG/s320/IMG_0112.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429094968747014386" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "> </span>Me, Rebecca, Maggy<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQXR0MR2BQU6m39SOId3z26StqAVfJU56PDzMBiRicZLtWcbx4o1OZmFyNvda4LhT_AXWLu8fCFq6qNCDrfduZXcqLiCqMFxj33pjX5iaWUmuUuiYQVRLok9j1MkiP_n1vw88GqQ8FBBpU/s1600-h/IMG_0102.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQXR0MR2BQU6m39SOId3z26StqAVfJU56PDzMBiRicZLtWcbx4o1OZmFyNvda4LhT_AXWLu8fCFq6qNCDrfduZXcqLiCqMFxj33pjX5iaWUmuUuiYQVRLok9j1MkiP_n1vw88GqQ8FBBpU/s320/IMG_0102.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429094775131227154" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "> </span>Rebecca, Ida C(in background) Maggy<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixsXNchIZL3kMXU9JgvpLUH_fFmozUzkVswB01wOEQJI9MbQd5d5DsRaraBxQmeXo5P0vcE1qd-rXMODXnhUbak99ufH5TQ4pqArAisNIrSg1u7akTxcOfWdZjHW0kLOtI72PpZvwlSP5O/s1600-h/mobil+pics+119.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixsXNchIZL3kMXU9JgvpLUH_fFmozUzkVswB01wOEQJI9MbQd5d5DsRaraBxQmeXo5P0vcE1qd-rXMODXnhUbak99ufH5TQ4pqArAisNIrSg1u7akTxcOfWdZjHW0kLOtI72PpZvwlSP5O/s320/mobil+pics+119.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429094453064392610" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "> </span>Elin!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-3oCAu_FTC2-fiOHUZcFTS_NfDh3EYw0ue8D6MucLOvS8lNIPbfe01V6aJOOn8v1fN9CTH102vcA4sGX4Y9LsdjPsCyHgHWQsbSooQQyvv23z9ZdA0Yy294i-4MhGLRZBKmQHyGiyBFzs/s1600-h/mobil+pics+113.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-3oCAu_FTC2-fiOHUZcFTS_NfDh3EYw0ue8D6MucLOvS8lNIPbfe01V6aJOOn8v1fN9CTH102vcA4sGX4Y9LsdjPsCyHgHWQsbSooQQyvv23z9ZdA0Yy294i-4MhGLRZBKmQHyGiyBFzs/s320/mobil+pics+113.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429094272497991186" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "> </span>Alek and Ida C<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWL7gLP_dSXqP-fhoN9lntIoFpxnyWtjWvF6R0A66nEP0hTqRdLfN_f3LdLv7eDYIoZIKRyQ4AfiJIjppOBRHxt5KV_NT3dbQ2OZrjAr6RmBdh9X17g00zuTOIzmtY2IktxzqEV0L-Tefl/s1600-h/mobil+pics+083.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWL7gLP_dSXqP-fhoN9lntIoFpxnyWtjWvF6R0A66nEP0hTqRdLfN_f3LdLv7eDYIoZIKRyQ4AfiJIjppOBRHxt5KV_NT3dbQ2OZrjAr6RmBdh9X17g00zuTOIzmtY2IktxzqEV0L-Tefl/s400/mobil+pics+083.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428914208071537362" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "> </span>Ingeborg =)</div>jassie raehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10750487963128333802noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1137782685052678732.post-39796301911604159402010-01-20T23:52:00.000-08:002010-01-20T23:59:41.858-08:00Friends 4 Ever<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; ">So, it would seem that i have a wonderful group of friends that ask of me to write about them in my blog. Haha. Well, ladies, this is for you =). First, I want to name these beautiful young women and say a little about each, so that all will know of my amazing friends. First, there is Rebecca....sigh...with her lame humor...haha! She is awesome! She is the only one that can COMPLETELY surprise me... and she is so kind and generous...dont know what i would do without that girl! =) Next, there Ingeborg....sigh again....she is so sweet...im not sure i know anyone sweeter. She is so giving and open with her heart. She is one of the fewest people i know that truely see good in others. Love you forever! Then, there is Margitte aka Maggy. She is hilarious. I love her crazy way and the funny noises she makes... Maggy, the shoe car thing was the funniest thing ever! Anywho, thank you for being you Maggy, cuz i love ya just the way you are! Now, there is Ida Christine... sigh...so cuuute. I love her laugh and the way she is totally blonde with some things and a genius with school...the best! =* And last, but not least, there is Elin. I love your smile! You are so bubbly! Its seriously the best! And i love how you are always wearing a super cool outfit! im jealous of your fashion skills =)</span>jassie raehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10750487963128333802noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1137782685052678732.post-18076962699329978482010-01-18T11:07:00.000-08:002010-01-18T23:40:17.662-08:00Grrrr...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYJ6sdfxBQWz9NRa8Zsz2f5DclSyurZaMRnp9FBzDeAf8QQaNuoZu0DUO99UBSm9O3q1jwHa0uHbF0xC2NjeNcdx0yqqkpN4v6K6k7SexS1PqV8TeY7__nlZV5_RBMcV3ijZQk7KMEKBin/s1600-h/20080815212236.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 256px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYJ6sdfxBQWz9NRa8Zsz2f5DclSyurZaMRnp9FBzDeAf8QQaNuoZu0DUO99UBSm9O3q1jwHa0uHbF0xC2NjeNcdx0yqqkpN4v6K6k7SexS1PqV8TeY7__nlZV5_RBMcV3ijZQk7KMEKBin/s400/20080815212236.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428352469287982786" /></a><br />Dont you just hate it when you have that one friend that never asks how you are doing? How, no matter many times you ask them, they never ask back. And you feel like you always have to initiate it yourself because they are so wrapped up in themselves that they dont even think to ask about you? And how you can talk forever with them about whats going on with them, and the events in their life, and whats old, new and funny...but they never think to ask you? Or when you feel like the only way they will know things about you is if YOU say it... Or when they get things and dont think about how it makes you feel when YOU don get them... and then you are left feeling sad and like angry because they just rub it in without even thinking about. Sometimes these qualities are all in one friend....sometimes they are in several friends...sigh...ska'kke være lett...jassie raehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10750487963128333802noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1137782685052678732.post-15289753077151438682010-01-15T01:16:00.000-08:002010-01-18T01:52:33.477-08:00Summer!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC2NjCcGZgFvapQFKjFYYIW8geSLlzLlhR4pVdc6KAVoz5RTrqZEhqKls2Fwzjwg7zOm4yjtYPz2_yAwGJKpAp10D_ZNvTzY-U3TbQbwKkoPtmjSpTWMRfFYRLFKPCW26GeCW9iu1e3CD-/s1600-h/tumblr_kszuaqu4jZ1qzljd6o1_500_large.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC2NjCcGZgFvapQFKjFYYIW8geSLlzLlhR4pVdc6KAVoz5RTrqZEhqKls2Fwzjwg7zOm4yjtYPz2_yAwGJKpAp10D_ZNvTzY-U3TbQbwKkoPtmjSpTWMRfFYRLFKPCW26GeCW9iu1e3CD-/s400/tumblr_kszuaqu4jZ1qzljd6o1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428014625151686658" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">This summer vacation is going to be awesome. Since it is my last few months with my friends before they leave to the great USA, we have decided to make it something to remember. so we are going to be working together and doing all kinds of crazy fun things after. Also, one of my friends from America might be visiting me for a bit. So, that should be interesting. And i will be chilling with my friend Solveig and Verona! YAY! But the best part of it all..is that i might be going to england at the end of the summer!!! WHOOOOHOOOO!!! That is like the bomb! haha...but yeah i might be going to visit my friend and she will take me around the city and go shopping and show me the sights and take on one of those double decker buses...oh man...its so exciting to think about! Im sure im not the only one out there that cant wait for hot summer days full of wearing flipflops and shorts. Tank-tops and bikinis. When the air smells of sunscreen and grilled food. I cant wait for sunsets on the beach and hot guys in bathing shorts. Can you even remember the days when you eat dripping ice-cream and walk around without a sweater? Will the days come where we lay out in the sun, dive in the water and laugh the nights away? oh how delicious it all sounds... and then i look out the window and see gray skies and snowy fields.</div>jassie raehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10750487963128333802noreply@blogger.com0