<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22260301</id><updated>2011-08-10T07:48:23.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the magic adventures of selamo</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selamo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22260301/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selamo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>selamo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22260301.post-114491947823270111</id><published>2006-04-13T02:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T02:11:18.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>springtime for hitler</title><content type='html'>well well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I dont think i got the summerjob, but however, i suppose i will work my ordinarily summer job.&lt;br /&gt;No crisis.&lt;br /&gt;No crisis at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I think this is absolutely the first time ive been to a party in the middle of the week. I do not think i appreciate this. fridays ok. saturdays even better. thursdays........ok. but Not wednesdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I speak fluent english.&lt;br /&gt;Now it is known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Nina Simone is almost too nice. she must be a fraud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I dreamt of being beaten by police.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. this is indeed springtime for hitler. this isnt anyway springtime for actual spring, since it only rains and snows still, and its already 13th of april. But I guess it means that the summer wont be so hot. And I like the summer quite cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. someone wrote that they discovered my lie. sorry, but you only discovered your own stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. i want love to come. and it will. that makes me happy. happy makes me not look. hm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. my sister is the Best there is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. i play in a band now. that is a very good thing. I play a syntheseizer with many buttons. it is old, and has got broken keys. and i love it.&lt;br /&gt;bam bam bam bam bam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22260301-114491947823270111?l=selamo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selamo.blogspot.com/feeds/114491947823270111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22260301&amp;postID=114491947823270111' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22260301/posts/default/114491947823270111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22260301/posts/default/114491947823270111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selamo.blogspot.com/2006/04/springtime-for-hitler.html' title='springtime for hitler'/><author><name>magnusdeluxe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22260301.post-114384020252043752</id><published>2006-03-31T13:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T13:23:22.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Spring songs</title><content type='html'>C-30, preferably Maxell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side A.&lt;br /&gt;1. Funeral Girl - Daniel Johnston&lt;br /&gt;2. Smells like Teen Spirit - Nirvana&lt;br /&gt;3. La Rumba tan Flamenca - Los Chichos&lt;br /&gt;4. Some girls are bigger than others - The Smiths&lt;br /&gt;5. Staten och kapitalet - Imperiet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side B&lt;br /&gt;6. Quiereme mucho - Julio Iglesias&lt;br /&gt;7. Ryksugan a fullu - Olga Gudrun&lt;br /&gt;8. All that she wants - Ace of Base&lt;br /&gt;9. Cambia tu disco - Monica&lt;br /&gt;10. La maldita primavera - Yuri&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22260301-114384020252043752?l=selamo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selamo.blogspot.com/feeds/114384020252043752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22260301&amp;postID=114384020252043752' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22260301/posts/default/114384020252043752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22260301/posts/default/114384020252043752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selamo.blogspot.com/2006/03/10-spring-songs.html' title='10 Spring songs'/><author><name>Yrsa Roca Fannberg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18146903737614013021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22260301.post-114116797727030978</id><published>2006-02-28T15:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T15:10:03.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>its a giant leap for pussys</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3175/2263/1600/MoonLanding.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3175/2263/320/MoonLanding.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im landing on the moon now.&lt;br /&gt;this terrain hasnt revealed itself to be until now. and i have not entered it. it seems like some sort of agreement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do not know what will come out of all this.&lt;br /&gt;alot of things get boring when youre holding it in your hand. even the moon gets boring. who is going there nowadays?&lt;br /&gt;(exept for me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps ill find something intresting here. but it is the journey that is the nicest thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22260301-114116797727030978?l=selamo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selamo.blogspot.com/feeds/114116797727030978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22260301&amp;postID=114116797727030978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22260301/posts/default/114116797727030978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22260301/posts/default/114116797727030978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selamo.blogspot.com/2006/02/its-giant-leap-for-pussys.html' title='its a giant leap for pussys'/><author><name>selamo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22260301.post-113999288824838121</id><published>2006-02-15T00:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T00:41:28.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>one thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3175/2263/1600/IMGP1854.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3175/2263/320/IMGP1854.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-i love you!&lt;br /&gt;-what?&lt;br /&gt;*looking around. the time is 0700 and i´m getting on my bike*&lt;br /&gt;-oh. sorry. you think i was talking to you? i was talking to my bird&lt;br /&gt;-ok&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/22260301-113999288824838121?l=selamo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selamo.blogspot.com/feeds/113999288824838121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22260301&amp;postID=113999288824838121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22260301/posts/default/113999288824838121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22260301/posts/default/113999288824838121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selamo.blogspot.com/2006/02/one-thing.html' title='one thing'/><author><name>selamo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22260301.post-113995654052638102</id><published>2006-02-14T14:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T14:35:40.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Five Things.</title><content type='html'>1. The unmissabla sketchbook, Moleskin if possible, taken everywhere with everythought, Even if the thoughts are dark they are worthwile to annote. Make them immemorable, to be taken into the distant future.&lt;br /&gt;2. In love with Love, and with hope.&lt;br /&gt;3. The spirit of of the dark thoughts, which give a brightness to the long winter.&lt;br /&gt;4. Food is good, it makes you happy.&lt;br /&gt;5. Sometimes the crazy ones tell the raw truth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22260301-113995654052638102?l=selamo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selamo.blogspot.com/feeds/113995654052638102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22260301&amp;postID=113995654052638102' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22260301/posts/default/113995654052638102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22260301/posts/default/113995654052638102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selamo.blogspot.com/2006/02/five-things.html' title='Five Things.'/><author><name>selamo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22260301.post-113983334370928876</id><published>2006-02-13T04:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T04:22:23.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;it has now been two and a half days since i showered. last night i was at toves, and playing nintendo and talking. there was alot of talking. its easy to neglect sleep and such things when your only working a part time job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i have a fulltime job thinking though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but its not the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;today i read an article about working for rich people on big boats. you can earn alot of money there. it sounded so nice until i realised i only wheigh 54kilograms, and theres not alot of muscles in that package.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;so...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;my sister wants me to move to edinburgh for a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i like my sister.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i want:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-to watch  a nice film today and cook nice food. food is nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-get internet access from home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-see mom more and take pictures of her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22260301-113983334370928876?l=selamo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selamo.blogspot.com/feeds/113983334370928876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22260301&amp;postID=113983334370928876' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22260301/posts/default/113983334370928876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22260301/posts/default/113983334370928876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selamo.blogspot.com/2006/02/it-has-now-been-two-and-half-days.html' title=''/><author><name>selamo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22260301.post-113959749032705544</id><published>2006-02-10T10:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T04:12:26.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fyra stycken.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; vad får folk att sitta bredvid varandra på bussen? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;jag har upptäckt endast ytan av ett tillsynes gigantiskt psykologiskt spel som utspelar sig varje dag, i varje buss. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Själv sätter jag mig alltid vid fönster, även om det betyder en överhängande risk för att jag får solen i ögonen. I varje fall på soliga dagar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Saker jag upptäckt: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;a.&lt;/span&gt; om du kan, sätt dig absolut inte bredvid någon annan, förutom ifall det bara är ledigt längst bak. där är det tuggumin och snus på sätena. detta vet alla om och accepterar därför ett untantag från regeln. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;b.&lt;/span&gt; så fort en tant går ombord uppstår en situation där alla väntar på att någon helt annan ska resa sig upp och erbjuda sin plats. detta händer sällan och leder till arga blickar. snaggade killar tenderar oftare att ge sin plats åt någon ur den höftledsopererade generationen. snaggade killar känner sig då goda, och blickar gärna ut över bussen för att göra sig säker på att alla sett hans goda gärning. annars hade det varit spilld mjölk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;c.&lt;/span&gt; om du är en svettig kille som tänkte äta något annat än frukt; sätt dig inte bredvid mig. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;d.&lt;/span&gt; ta inte lång tid på dig från det att du tryckt ner kortet i kortläsaren tills dess att du sitter ner på ditt säte och läser tidningen. att ta sig från punkt a till b så fort som möjligt är en prioriterad egenskap i världen och detta vet busschauffören. han är beredd att visa dig detta den hårda vägen. senare tänkte jag göra en lista över olika typer av människor på pendelbussen. men det måste göras så utförligt som möjligt. så jag återkommer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; jag funderar på att klippa en lugg. min alltså. eller liksom skaffa lugg. men jag är rädd för att jag ska se ut som en femåring. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; jag skaffar fler och fler mailkonton. och blir medlem i fler och fler communities. utan att bli lycklig. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mailadresser som jag har: 4 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;communities jag är med i: 7&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;på varje community har jag iallafall en person som jag "måste hålla kontakten med". ibland mot min vilja. inte så ofta dock. men jag kan inte minska på mitt stora antal communities som jag måste logga in på iaf då och då. för då "tappar jag kontakten". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;jag tappar kontakten med mig själv istället? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; mina syskon är bäst. förmodligen bättre än dina. var och en av oss är bäst på vårt eget sätt. och vi är många! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;/selamo-m&lt;/span&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/22260301-113959749032705544?l=selamo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selamo.blogspot.com/feeds/113959749032705544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22260301&amp;postID=113959749032705544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22260301/posts/default/113959749032705544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22260301/posts/default/113959749032705544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selamo.blogspot.com/2006/02/fyra-stycken.html' title='fyra stycken.'/><author><name>selamo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
