<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1800902251527791834</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Sun, 21 Nov 2010 16:55:50 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>SAM</title><description>+</description><link>http://yapusha.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (SAM)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>319</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1800902251527791834.post-75809958303785619</guid><pubDate>Sun, 21 Nov 2010 16:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-11-21T08:55:50.514-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>lovestoned</category><title>...2011</title><description>LONDON, GRADUATE FROM HIGH SCHOOL, ALANYA, MOROCCO, COLLEGE..&lt;br /&gt;well I'm still young and I'm still trying to find myself.&lt;br /&gt;For a couple of days ago I knew what I wanted to with my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must have a moment for myself and thank GOD, my dearest family who always support me no matter what and of course music that rescues me from every horrible day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1800902251527791834-75809958303785619?l=yapusha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://yapusha.blogspot.com/2010/11/2011.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SAM)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1800902251527791834.post-8068021769657532731</guid><pubDate>Sun, 21 Nov 2010 16:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-11-21T08:50:27.246-08:00</atom:updated><title>FRESH</title><description>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5Dz0eQTjMMw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=sv_SE&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5Dz0eQTjMMw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=sv_SE&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&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/1800902251527791834-8068021769657532731?l=yapusha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://yapusha.blogspot.com/2010/11/fresh.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SAM)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1800902251527791834.post-170776000747929906</guid><pubDate>Tue, 02 Nov 2010 12:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-11-02T05:31:04.837-07:00</atom:updated><title>MONEYMUSTBEFUNNY</title><description>Sometimes when you have so much money you just through it in the garbage. Well that's actually a metaphor of what i've done when I got my first salary.&lt;br /&gt;The money was gone after a week,  A WEEK!! , and gosh it's stuck in my mind all the time i could have bought everything I wanted instead of wasting it on resturant food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL WELL KARMA IS b---&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1800902251527791834-170776000747929906?l=yapusha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://yapusha.blogspot.com/2010/11/moneymustbefunny.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SAM)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1800902251527791834.post-7458938889900062742</guid><pubDate>Tue, 02 Nov 2010 12:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-11-02T05:23:58.069-07:00</atom:updated><title>I'LL KEEP RUNNING BACK AND FORTH</title><description>Sorry for trying to escape from this lovely blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq8AFzFmvOg/TNACx-MxvWI/AAAAAAAAApc/3tUvzJKvW1Q/s1600/DSC00098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534926999571774818" style="WIDTH: 240px; 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Jag satt och bärde på min lilla bebis kusin Samra, hon är så söt! Sedan spelade jag, min lillebrorsa och båda kusiner fotboll vid gräsplanen. Den goda nyheten är att min moster äntligen ska flytta närmare oss nämligen till farsta, nu slipper vi åka bil i en timme för att komma ända till Gnesta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jag älskar verkligen min familj!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq8AFzFmvOg/TFsrc0s2agI/AAAAAAAAAok/8CidZ8zIy20/s1600/DSC00333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502039143946283522" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq8AFzFmvOg/TFsrc0s2agI/AAAAAAAAAok/8CidZ8zIy20/s320/DSC00333.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busiga lilla kusinvitamin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1800902251527791834-4552163095613339895?l=yapusha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://yapusha.blogspot.com/2010/08/august.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SAM)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq8AFzFmvOg/TFsrc0s2agI/AAAAAAAAAok/8CidZ8zIy20/s72-c/DSC00333.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1800902251527791834.post-8704867165745373828</guid><pubDate>Thu, 05 Aug 2010 21:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-11-02T05:19:50.791-07:00</atom:updated><title>the most important thing in life</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;is to appreciate your family and evey second of your &lt;strong&gt;life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1800902251527791834-8704867165745373828?l=yapusha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://yapusha.blogspot.com/2010/08/most-important-thing-in-life.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SAM)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1800902251527791834.post-2069011715895691375</guid><pubDate>Wed, 04 Aug 2010 19:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-08-04T12:42:41.655-07:00</atom:updated><title>Imagination</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Jag trodde man växte ifrån allt dagdrömmandet? Men förmodligen inte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1800902251527791834-2069011715895691375?l=yapusha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://yapusha.blogspot.com/2010/08/imagination.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SAM)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1800902251527791834.post-9198031328850703895</guid><pubDate>Wed, 04 Aug 2010 19:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-08-04T12:39:58.693-07:00</atom:updated><title>addiction</title><description>&lt;object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i4.ytimg.com/vi/ghPcYqn0p4Y/hqdefault.jpg); WIDTH: 281px; HEIGHT: 177px" height="177" width="281"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ghPcYqn0p4Y&amp;amp;hl=sv_SE&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ghPcYqn0p4Y&amp;amp;hl=sv_SE&amp;amp;fs=1" width="300" height="200" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Har lyssnat på denna låt hela veckan, så vacker!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1800902251527791834-9198031328850703895?l=yapusha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://yapusha.blogspot.com/2010/08/addiction.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SAM)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1800902251527791834.post-4800458305683246598</guid><pubDate>Wed, 04 Aug 2010 19:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-08-04T12:32:23.901-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>lovestoned</category><title>When doves cry</title><description>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq8AFzFmvOg/TFnAQD7elPI/AAAAAAAAAoE/gmCnytRBtO8/s1600/drake-tearusapart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501639801974985970" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 110px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq8AFzFmvOg/TFnAQD7elPI/AAAAAAAAAoE/gmCnytRBtO8/s320/drake-tearusapart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1800902251527791834-4800458305683246598?l=yapusha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://yapusha.blogspot.com/2010/08/when-doves-cry.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SAM)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq8AFzFmvOg/TFnAQD7elPI/AAAAAAAAAoE/gmCnytRBtO8/s72-c/drake-tearusapart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1800902251527791834.post-4184239213178594358</guid><pubDate>Tue, 03 Aug 2010 11:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-08-03T04:56:10.236-07:00</atom:updated><title>Ansvar</title><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hur är jag som person?&lt;/strong&gt; Jag vet vem jag är, hur jag ska vara. Jag är samma person som jag var när jag gick i femman men så klart så har jag förändrats lite men det kallas för att mogna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Jag är mogen för att veta vem jag är och hur jag är som person. Självklart är jag osäker ibland om mig själv, men hallå? &lt;em&gt;jag är 18 år inte 30!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Jag försöker verkligen att vara så ansvarig som möjligt, begår jag en massa misstag? Ja så klart jag gör, vem fan gör inte det? I så fall är den inte mänsklig.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Är jag nöjd med mig själv? defenitivt nöjd, ifall ingen kan acceptera mig som jag är så vet den utgången.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jag kanske inte är den där tjejen som står framför kameran med en bestämd pose och är jätte självsäker, men Jag är tjejen som gör någon ful grimas framför kameran eftersom jag inte vet hur jag ska posa framför kameran.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Det känns bra att skriva ner allt jag känner, för jag är så trött på människor som kritiserar allt man gör eller hur man är.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tycker bara att människor inte har ett liv och istället måste den lägga sig i andras liv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq8AFzFmvOg/TFgDPFZTwCI/AAAAAAAAAn8/RJQzM861YvI/s1600/ellasbdaay44.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501150502514311202" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq8AFzFmvOg/TFgDPFZTwCI/AAAAAAAAAn8/RJQzM861YvI/s320/ellasbdaay44.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1800902251527791834-4184239213178594358?l=yapusha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://yapusha.blogspot.com/2010/08/ansvar.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SAM)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq8AFzFmvOg/TFgDPFZTwCI/AAAAAAAAAn8/RJQzM861YvI/s72-c/ellasbdaay44.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1800902251527791834.post-2444030824537005012</guid><pubDate>Tue, 03 Aug 2010 11:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-08-03T04:03:59.023-07:00</atom:updated><title>tråkigt väder</title><description>Jag har varit hemma dem senaste dagarna framför tvn och datan, man blir så deprimerad av vädret måste jag säga.&lt;br /&gt;Jag vill verkligen utomlands.. Mår så himlans dåligt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1800902251527791834-2444030824537005012?l=yapusha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://yapusha.blogspot.com/2010/08/trakigt-vader.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SAM)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1800902251527791834.post-7443613050081413</guid><pubDate>Mon, 02 Aug 2010 16:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-08-02T10:01:59.750-07:00</atom:updated><title>Kärlek</title><description>Jag såg på filmen &lt;strong&gt;Playing By Heart&lt;/strong&gt; nyss, den var så gullig!&lt;br /&gt;Det handlade om 5 olika berättelser om olika par i en film. Det var en berättelse om Angelina Jolies och Ryan Phillpes karaktärer som gjorde mig tårögd. Ryan Phillipe spelade en kille som alltid brukade dansa själv i en nattklubb och Angelina Jolie blev förtjust i honom. Hon försökte att bjuda ut honom men han tackade nej hela tiden eftersom det hon inte visste var att han hade Aids. Men hon brydde sig inte om det eftersom hon var så förälskad i honom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jag har aldrig varit så djupt förälskad i någon, men kan tänka mig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://a8.vietbao.vn/images/vn855/giai-tri/55183981-anhcq236425~Angelina-Jolie-Ryan-Phillippe-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 281px" alt="" src="http://a8.vietbao.vn/images/vn855/giai-tri/55183981-anhcq236425~Angelina-Jolie-Ryan-Phillippe-Posters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jolie och Phillipe från filmen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1800902251527791834-7443613050081413?l=yapusha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://yapusha.blogspot.com/2010/08/karlek.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SAM)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1800902251527791834.post-3494174208737595484</guid><pubDate>Sun, 01 Aug 2010 22:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-08-01T15:05:14.523-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>musik</category><title>The Funeral</title><description>&lt;object height="200" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cMFWFhTFohk&amp;amp;hl=sv_SE&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cMFWFhTFohk&amp;amp;hl=sv_SE&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;En av världens underbaraste Indie/rock låtarna.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1800902251527791834-3494174208737595484?l=yapusha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://yapusha.blogspot.com/2010/08/funeral.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SAM)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1800902251527791834.post-5548310435848680028</guid><pubDate>Sun, 01 Aug 2010 20:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-08-01T13:22:44.830-07:00</atom:updated><title>feelings</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Det känns så bra att skriva allt jag känner i den här bloggen, jag bryr mig verkligen inte om vem som läser bloggen och vad den tycker om det jag skriver. För jag skriver bara vad jag har i hjärtat. Att skriva ner allt man känner är den bästa medicinen som finns måste jag säga, jag tackar verkligen gud för allt jag har. &lt;strong&gt;Hamdulilah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq8AFzFmvOg/TFMPdveX3nI/AAAAAAAAAnk/GPU_p02lx00/s1600/DSC00354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 166px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq8AFzFmvOg/TFMPdveX3nI/AAAAAAAAAnk/GPU_p02lx00/s1600/DSC00354.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq8AFzFmvOg/TFXWlUC0rgI/AAAAAAAAAn0/uUnWJ5A9c60/s1600/kid+cudi+the+man.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500538456426982914" style="WIDTH: 165px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq8AFzFmvOg/TFXWlUC0rgI/AAAAAAAAAn0/uUnWJ5A9c60/s320/kid+cudi+the+man.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;En av kändisarna som inspirerar mig med musiken och hans lyrics är Kid Cudi.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1800902251527791834-5548310435848680028?l=yapusha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://yapusha.blogspot.com/2010/08/feelings.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SAM)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq8AFzFmvOg/TFMPdveX3nI/AAAAAAAAAnk/GPU_p02lx00/s72-c/DSC00354.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1800902251527791834.post-968883372578684505</guid><pubDate>Sun, 01 Aug 2010 19:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-08-01T12:56:50.956-07:00</atom:updated><title>Trust</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Var rädd om vad du berättar om för folk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jag har just insett att min familj är det enda jag behöver i mitt liv.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Familjen försvinner aldrig från ditt liv, det är bara du som kan försvinna från familjen.&lt;/em&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/1800902251527791834-968883372578684505?l=yapusha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://yapusha.blogspot.com/2010/08/trust.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SAM)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1800902251527791834.post-5717059125021712673</guid><pubDate>Sun, 01 Aug 2010 12:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-08-01T13:02:42.655-07:00</atom:updated><title>citat</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;Trust is a valuable gift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;everyone does not deserve it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://img841.imageshack.us/img841/3134/dwrhqw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 279px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 313px" alt="" src="http://img841.imageshack.us/img841/3134/dwrhqw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1800902251527791834-5717059125021712673?l=yapusha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://yapusha.blogspot.com/2010/08/citat.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SAM)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1800902251527791834.post-3864534947558243797</guid><pubDate>Sun, 01 Aug 2010 12:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-08-01T15:30:04.555-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>lovestoned</category><title>LOVESTONED</title><description>&lt;a href="http://risea07.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/04/Drake.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500417800337203698" style="WIDTH: 191px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px" alt="" src="http://risea07.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/04/Drake.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.kiddfuture.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/06/Kid+Cudi.png"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 186px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px" alt="" src="http://www.kiddfuture.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/06/Kid+Cudi.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1800902251527791834-3864534947558243797?l=yapusha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://yapusha.blogspot.com/2010/08/relax.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SAM)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1800902251527791834.post-2818566700547838966</guid><pubDate>Sun, 01 Aug 2010 12:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-08-01T05:24:16.851-07:00</atom:updated><title>disappear</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ibland vill jag bara försvinna från allt, långt borta där jag kan börja om på nytt. Eller är jag bara en typisk fisk?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stjärntecknet Fiskarna:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; Fisken väljer ibland att fly undan, att inta ett passivt förhållningssätt. Det är viktigt att Fisken vågar följa sina drömmar och visioner, att ha modet att lyssna med det inre örat…&lt;/em&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/1800902251527791834-2818566700547838966?l=yapusha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://yapusha.blogspot.com/2010/08/disappear.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SAM)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1800902251527791834.post-4659748046079117377</guid><pubDate>Sat, 31 Jul 2010 11:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-31T04:37:18.798-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>musik</category><title>MINNEN!</title><description>&lt;object height="200" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uOpTgZ3ODDI&amp;amp;hl=sv_SE&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uOpTgZ3ODDI&amp;amp;hl=sv_SE&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="200"&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/1800902251527791834-4659748046079117377?l=yapusha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://yapusha.blogspot.com/2010/07/minnen.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SAM)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1800902251527791834.post-878135899844448213</guid><pubDate>Fri, 30 Jul 2010 21:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-30T14:23:31.785-07:00</atom:updated><title>höga krav!</title><description>Jag blir så less på alla dessa krav som killar söker hos tjejer, eller tjejer söker hos killar.&lt;br /&gt;Ju mer krav ni har, desto mindre chans hittar ni någon?&lt;br /&gt;När tjejer vill hitta den rätta killen ska vara romantisk, inte glömsk, m.m&lt;br /&gt;När killar vill hitta den rätta tjejen som är spännande, kvinnlig. And all that shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ibland så händer det att du kan falla för den personen som du aldrig skulle kunna se dig att vara med.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1800902251527791834-878135899844448213?l=yapusha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://yapusha.blogspot.com/2010/07/hoga-krav.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SAM)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1800902251527791834.post-4951253737957254756</guid><pubDate>Fri, 30 Jul 2010 18:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-30T14:24:28.372-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>mode</category><title>A Lady Ain't What She Wears But, What She Knows</title><description>&lt;a href="http://img715.imageshack.us/img715/4382/russhcover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 349px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 414px" alt="" src="http://img715.imageshack.us/img715/4382/russhcover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1800902251527791834-4951253737957254756?l=yapusha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://yapusha.blogspot.com/2010/07/lady-aint-what-she-wears-but-what-she.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SAM)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>