<?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-5403403409546222937</id><updated>2011-07-31T00:19:43.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kristinas space</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinakorsnes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403409546222937/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinakorsnes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00036002666718515459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkwoxN5KQvA/SoV-NxmslGI/AAAAAAAAAEA/7yZ3tzdL9Jw/S220/IMG_7377.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403403409546222937.post-3180909401549664196</id><published>2010-05-06T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T12:15:49.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh yes, we like to dance (even when we can´t!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkwoxN5KQvA/S-MQQz7BbGI/AAAAAAAAAGs/wxBVhU5vGUY/s1600/DSC_0487.jpgred"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 242px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468232253559630946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkwoxN5KQvA/S-MQQz7BbGI/AAAAAAAAAGs/wxBVhU5vGUY/s320/DSC_0487.jpgred" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeg har vært så uheldig å ryke to leddbånd, så jeg hopper rundt på krykker for tiden. Det er ikke SÅÅ morsomt (spesielt ikke når jeg egentlig skulle ha vært med på 3 danseforestillinger de neste ukene..). Men det går an å være danseinstruktør likevel! 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Her er noen av bildene jeg stiller ut :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lkwoxN5KQvA/S-MF2jX1HdI/AAAAAAAAAGc/DT_MFQbJ6kc/s1600/DSC_0347.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 213px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468220807324179922" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lkwoxN5KQvA/S-MF2jX1HdI/AAAAAAAAAGc/DT_MFQbJ6kc/s320/DSC_0347.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkwoxN5KQvA/S-MF2yppzpI/AAAAAAAAAGk/k1878k2O0TE/s1600/DSC_0349.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468220811425468050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkwoxN5KQvA/S-MF2yppzpI/AAAAAAAAAGk/k1878k2O0TE/s320/DSC_0349.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkwoxN5KQvA/S-MF2M1Y2UI/AAAAAAAAAGU/6bxAY5AvDUM/s1600/DSC_0342.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 213px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" 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href='http://kristinakorsnes.blogspot.com/2010/05/exebition-tante-gerda-kafe.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403409546222937/posts/default/8812891816110757677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403409546222937/posts/default/8812891816110757677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinakorsnes.blogspot.com/2010/05/exebition-tante-gerda-kafe.html' title='Exebition @ Tante Gerda Kafé'/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00036002666718515459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkwoxN5KQvA/SoV-NxmslGI/AAAAAAAAAEA/7yZ3tzdL9Jw/S220/IMG_7377.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lkwoxN5KQvA/S-MF2jX1HdI/AAAAAAAAAGc/DT_MFQbJ6kc/s72-c/DSC_0347.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403403409546222937.post-294583692158523920</id><published>2010-04-28T04:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T05:12:54.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Struggle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;My head is filled with great questions that aren´t heard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The destiny of people I love is stirred&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am walking a mountain barefoot and I bleed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But struggle inside is harder to read &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today it should have been raining&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have this dreadful mountain to walk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Instead the sun is shining &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And there´s no time to talk &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The mountain is only getting higher&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My eyes are slowly getting drier&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I will keep walking till I get to the top&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But no one knows why &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I suddenly drop &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lkwoxN5KQvA/S9gmKpa_wPI/AAAAAAAAAGM/E_c-mIAwhQ4/s1600/Paint+til+dikt+struggle.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 269px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465160112173727986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lkwoxN5KQvA/S9gmKpa_wPI/AAAAAAAAAGM/E_c-mIAwhQ4/s320/Paint+til+dikt+struggle.bmp" /&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/5403403409546222937-294583692158523920?l=kristinakorsnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinakorsnes.blogspot.com/feeds/294583692158523920/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinakorsnes.blogspot.com/2010/04/struggle.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403409546222937/posts/default/294583692158523920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403409546222937/posts/default/294583692158523920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinakorsnes.blogspot.com/2010/04/struggle.html' title='Struggle'/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00036002666718515459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403403409546222937-821909773748213167?l=kristinakorsnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinakorsnes.blogspot.com/feeds/821909773748213167/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinakorsnes.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-hope-you-see-it-in-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403409546222937/posts/default/821909773748213167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403409546222937/posts/default/821909773748213167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinakorsnes.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-hope-you-see-it-in-me.html' title='I hope you see it in me'/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00036002666718515459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkwoxN5KQvA/SoV-NxmslGI/AAAAAAAAAEA/7yZ3tzdL9Jw/S220/IMG_7377.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403403409546222937.post-139489743850859129</id><published>2009-12-08T15:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T05:11:33.935-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinas look</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lkwoxN5KQvA/Sx7oWbrGsiI/AAAAAAAAAFY/RqFGnmIOHwY/s1600-h/PC060227m+K"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 282px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413019274229232162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lkwoxN5KQvA/Sx7oWbrGsiI/AAAAAAAAAFY/RqFGnmIOHwY/s320/PC060227m+K" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinas look &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Models: Dina Jølstad, Halvor Berg&lt;br /&gt;Place: Dirty Nelly, Hamar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403403409546222937-139489743850859129?l=kristinakorsnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinakorsnes.blogspot.com/feeds/139489743850859129/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinakorsnes.blogspot.com/2009/12/dinas-look-1-dinas-look-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403409546222937/posts/default/139489743850859129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403409546222937/posts/default/139489743850859129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinakorsnes.blogspot.com/2009/12/dinas-look-1-dinas-look-2.html' title='Dinas look'/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00036002666718515459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkwoxN5KQvA/SoV-NxmslGI/AAAAAAAAAEA/7yZ3tzdL9Jw/S220/IMG_7377.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lkwoxN5KQvA/Sx7oWbrGsiI/AAAAAAAAAFY/RqFGnmIOHwY/s72-c/PC060227m+K' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403403409546222937.post-961487345321764413</id><published>2009-12-03T13:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T10:20:35.909-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Come breath through me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lkwoxN5KQvA/Sxg2MGtZEtI/AAAAAAAAAEw/bcZoOHb6tGQ/s1600-h/DSC_0071copy_lite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411134533872980690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lkwoxN5KQvA/Sxg2MGtZEtI/AAAAAAAAAEw/bcZoOHb6tGQ/s320/DSC_0071copy_lite.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am&lt;br /&gt;Ready for you to blow the fresh air through all of me&lt;br /&gt;Through all I have&lt;br /&gt;So you can shine&lt;br /&gt;I want you to shine&lt;br /&gt;Come breathe through me&lt;br /&gt;Here I am&lt;br /&gt;Come&lt;br /&gt;Please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foto: Sandra L. Sætrang&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403403409546222937-961487345321764413?l=kristinakorsnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinakorsnes.blogspot.com/feeds/961487345321764413/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinakorsnes.blogspot.com/2009/12/come-breath-through-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403409546222937/posts/default/961487345321764413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403409546222937/posts/default/961487345321764413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinakorsnes.blogspot.com/2009/12/come-breath-through-me.html' title='Come breath through me'/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00036002666718515459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkwoxN5KQvA/SoV-NxmslGI/AAAAAAAAAEA/7yZ3tzdL9Jw/S220/IMG_7377.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lkwoxN5KQvA/Sxg2MGtZEtI/AAAAAAAAAEw/bcZoOHb6tGQ/s72-c/DSC_0071copy_lite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403403409546222937.post-6933013707291754718</id><published>2009-11-05T14:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T14:32:21.341-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Find me in the river</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkwoxN5KQvA/SvNSPq_Cy5I/AAAAAAAAAEg/4LPLdU2JBI0/s1600-h/Hias-shoot+Karin+047red.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400750807337585554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkwoxN5KQvA/SvNSPq_Cy5I/AAAAAAAAAEg/4LPLdU2JBI0/s320/Hias-shoot+Karin+047red.jpg" /&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/5403403409546222937-6933013707291754718?l=kristinakorsnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinakorsnes.blogspot.com/feeds/6933013707291754718/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinakorsnes.blogspot.com/2009/11/find-me-in-river.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403409546222937/posts/default/6933013707291754718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403409546222937/posts/default/6933013707291754718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinakorsnes.blogspot.com/2009/11/find-me-in-river.html' title='Find me in the river'/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00036002666718515459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkwoxN5KQvA/SoV-NxmslGI/AAAAAAAAAEA/7yZ3tzdL9Jw/S220/IMG_7377.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkwoxN5KQvA/SvNSPq_Cy5I/AAAAAAAAAEg/4LPLdU2JBI0/s72-c/Hias-shoot+Karin+047red.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403403409546222937.post-5134794741389375968</id><published>2009-11-05T14:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T14:29:43.619-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanna</title><content type='html'>I just wanna be better&lt;br /&gt;Than I feel like today&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna taste better&lt;br /&gt;Than what your dreams might say&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to see me&lt;br /&gt;And see something more&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be the undiscovered land&lt;br /&gt;You want to explore&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403403409546222937-5134794741389375968?l=kristinakorsnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinakorsnes.blogspot.com/feeds/5134794741389375968/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinakorsnes.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-wanna.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403409546222937/posts/default/5134794741389375968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403409546222937/posts/default/5134794741389375968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinakorsnes.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-wanna.html' title='I wanna'/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00036002666718515459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkwoxN5KQvA/SoV-NxmslGI/AAAAAAAAAEA/7yZ3tzdL9Jw/S220/IMG_7377.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403403409546222937.post-2183935223060497214</id><published>2009-11-01T15:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T15:47:24.629-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get naked</title><content type='html'>Vanskelig å beskrive det jeg tenker på nå. Jeg liker ikke å gjøre meg for naken, (selv om jeg innvendig føler jeg meg mer naken enn jeg føler meg uten stoff på kroppen) så jeg prøver å pakke ting inn. Jeg tar på meg en genser. En bukse. To skjerf. Det er kult med klær. Men likevel setter jeg ærlighet og uttrykk høyere enn mye på denne jord. Javel. Så tar vi av en genser. Tar av en bukse. Tar av ett skjerf (?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naken. (Nesten..)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403403409546222937-2183935223060497214?l=kristinakorsnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinakorsnes.blogspot.com/feeds/2183935223060497214/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinakorsnes.blogspot.com/2009/11/get-naked.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403409546222937/posts/default/2183935223060497214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403409546222937/posts/default/2183935223060497214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinakorsnes.blogspot.com/2009/11/get-naked.html' title='Get naked'/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00036002666718515459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkwoxN5KQvA/SoV-NxmslGI/AAAAAAAAAEA/7yZ3tzdL9Jw/S220/IMG_7377.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403403409546222937.post-3144707633547481513</id><published>2009-08-13T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T14:54:39.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Man ser det når man ser det</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkwoxN5KQvA/SoSJ4RkajYI/AAAAAAAAADs/E-6w6sbvI-A/s1600-h/Hias-shoot+Karin+383red.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 285px; HEIGHT: 198px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369568255614291330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkwoxN5KQvA/SoSJ4RkajYI/AAAAAAAAADs/E-6w6sbvI-A/s400/Hias-shoot+Karin+383red.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkwoxN5KQvA/SoSJ427E81I/AAAAAAAAAD0/NZ7pQVEVWio/s1600-h/Hias-shoot+Karin+345red.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 165px; HEIGHT: 191px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369568265641456466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkwoxN5KQvA/SoSJ427E81I/AAAAAAAAAD0/NZ7pQVEVWio/s400/Hias-shoot+Karin+345red.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lkwoxN5KQvA/SoSJ3huIMRI/AAAAAAAAADk/4uO76o0fw2I/s1600-h/Hias-shoot+Karin+405red.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 197px; HEIGHT: 159px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369568242770129170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lkwoxN5KQvA/SoSJ3huIMRI/AAAAAAAAADk/4uO76o0fw2I/s400/Hias-shoot+Karin+405red.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lkwoxN5KQvA/SoSIpoN3OcI/AAAAAAAAADc/_bGQC_g38aA/s1600-h/Hias-shoot+Karin+337red.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 236px; HEIGHT: 307px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369566904484051394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lkwoxN5KQvA/SoSIpoN3OcI/AAAAAAAAADc/_bGQC_g38aA/s400/Hias-shoot+Karin+337red.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkwoxN5KQvA/SoSIoxWVEBI/AAAAAAAAADU/v7mFuv-1OWU/s1600-h/Hias-shoot+Karin+415red.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 190px; HEIGHT: 237px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369566889755611154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkwoxN5KQvA/SoSIoxWVEBI/AAAAAAAAADU/v7mFuv-1OWU/s400/Hias-shoot+Karin+415red.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkwoxN5KQvA/SoSIoKWkfUI/AAAAAAAAADM/aZSSkJzdcsg/s1600-h/Hias-shoot+Karin+444red.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 195px; HEIGHT: 275px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369566879287639362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkwoxN5KQvA/SoSIoKWkfUI/AAAAAAAAADM/aZSSkJzdcsg/s400/Hias-shoot+Karin+444red.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkwoxN5KQvA/SoSInK8_9uI/AAAAAAAAADE/qMfq3AKkskQ/s1600-h/Hias-shoot+Karin+446red.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 132px; HEIGHT: 174px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369566862268954338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkwoxN5KQvA/SoSInK8_9uI/AAAAAAAAADE/qMfq3AKkskQ/s400/Hias-shoot+Karin+446red.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lkwoxN5KQvA/SoSImXKV6SI/AAAAAAAAAC8/y8wqGdr2xa4/s1600-h/Hias-shoot+Karin+457red.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 199px; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369566848366274850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lkwoxN5KQvA/SoSImXKV6SI/AAAAAAAAAC8/y8wqGdr2xa4/s400/Hias-shoot+Karin+457red.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Model: Karin Midgard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Foto: Kristina Korsnes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dato: 12.08.09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/5403403409546222937-3144707633547481513?l=kristinakorsnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinakorsnes.blogspot.com/feeds/3144707633547481513/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinakorsnes.blogspot.com/2009/08/man-ser-det-nar-man-ser-det.html#comment-form' title='1 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403409546222937/posts/default/3144707633547481513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403409546222937/posts/default/3144707633547481513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinakorsnes.blogspot.com/2009/08/man-ser-det-nar-man-ser-det.html' title='Man ser det når man ser det'/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00036002666718515459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkwoxN5KQvA/SoV-NxmslGI/AAAAAAAAAEA/7yZ3tzdL9Jw/S220/IMG_7377.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkwoxN5KQvA/SoSJ4RkajYI/AAAAAAAAADs/E-6w6sbvI-A/s72-c/Hias-shoot+Karin+383red.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403403409546222937.post-5196161453275478545</id><published>2009-08-13T02:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T03:12:26.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes we walk into the water</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lkwoxN5KQvA/SoPjgNCvPLI/AAAAAAAAABs/VjNl6ng13BQ/s1600-h/Mj%C3%B8s-shoot+med+Melissa+021red.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 254px; HEIGHT: 331px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369385323152227506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lkwoxN5KQvA/SoPjgNCvPLI/AAAAAAAAABs/VjNl6ng13BQ/s400/Mj%C3%B8s-shoot+med+Melissa+021red.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lkwoxN5KQvA/SoPjg89X-qI/AAAAAAAAAB8/UynV-5PZcdM/s1600-h/Mj%C3%B8s-shoot+med+Melissa+053red.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 226px; HEIGHT: 329px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369385336014633634" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lkwoxN5KQvA/SoPjg89X-qI/AAAAAAAAAB8/UynV-5PZcdM/s400/Mj%C3%B8s-shoot+med+Melissa+053red.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lkwoxN5KQvA/SoPjhz4DNyI/AAAAAAAAACM/nDllsgDYtPU/s1600-h/Mj%C3%B8s-shoot+med+Melissa+089red.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 147px; HEIGHT: 128px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369385350756251426" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lkwoxN5KQvA/SoPjhz4DNyI/AAAAAAAAACM/nDllsgDYtPU/s400/Mj%C3%B8s-shoot+med+Melissa+089red.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lkwoxN5KQvA/SoPjgm2oVFI/AAAAAAAAAB0/tpzn0ceNnHI/s1600-h/Mj%C3%B8s-shoot+med+Melissa+052red.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 188px; HEIGHT: 243px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369385330080765010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lkwoxN5KQvA/SoPjgm2oVFI/AAAAAAAAAB0/tpzn0ceNnHI/s400/Mj%C3%B8s-shoot+med+Melissa+052red.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 164px; HEIGHT: 221px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369385344853840034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkwoxN5KQvA/SoPjhd4zkKI/AAAAAAAAACE/ncsA894HtrI/s400/Mj%C3%B8s-shoot+med+Melissa+060red2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkwoxN5KQvA/SoPlVBxR1oI/AAAAAAAAAC0/4vjlZmDNd_Q/s1600-h/Mj%C3%B8s-shoot+med+Melissa+161red.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 277px; HEIGHT: 215px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369387330170902146" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkwoxN5KQvA/SoPlVBxR1oI/AAAAAAAAAC0/4vjlZmDNd_Q/s400/Mj%C3%B8s-shoot+med+Melissa+161red.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkwoxN5KQvA/SoPlUhl2fgI/AAAAAAAAACs/exNM7u9IHds/s1600-h/Mj%C3%B8s-shoot+med+Melissa+164red.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 256px; HEIGHT: 209px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369387321533038082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkwoxN5KQvA/SoPlUhl2fgI/AAAAAAAAACs/exNM7u9IHds/s400/Mj%C3%B8s-shoot+med+Melissa+164red.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkwoxN5KQvA/SoPlTxJJ6qI/AAAAAAAAACk/RTHi6UQx9VA/s1600-h/Mj%C3%B8s-shoot+med+Melissa+174red.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 226px; HEIGHT: 176px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369387308527774370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkwoxN5KQvA/SoPlTxJJ6qI/AAAAAAAAACk/RTHi6UQx9VA/s400/Mj%C3%B8s-shoot+med+Melissa+174red.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkwoxN5KQvA/SoPlTd5rOkI/AAAAAAAAACc/3TSzaCPTUDE/s1600-h/Mj%C3%B8s-shoot+med+Melissa+200red.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 337px; HEIGHT: 257px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369387303362574914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkwoxN5KQvA/SoPlTd5rOkI/AAAAAAAAACc/3TSzaCPTUDE/s400/Mj%C3%B8s-shoot+med+Melissa+200red.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkwoxN5KQvA/SoPlS3zC8MI/AAAAAAAAACU/7hTN_U68GcE/s1600-h/Mj%C3%B8s-shoot+med+Melissa+218red.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 280px; HEIGHT: 208px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369387293134221506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkwoxN5KQvA/SoPlS3zC8MI/AAAAAAAAACU/7hTN_U68GcE/s400/Mj%C3%B8s-shoot+med+Melissa+218red.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Model: Melissa Lødemel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Foto: Kristina Korsnes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dato: 11.08.0&lt;br /&gt;Tidspunkt: 08.00 - 09.15 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/5403403409546222937-5196161453275478545?l=kristinakorsnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinakorsnes.blogspot.com/feeds/5196161453275478545/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinakorsnes.blogspot.com/2009/08/sometimes-we-walk-into-water.html#comment-form' title='3 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403409546222937/posts/default/5196161453275478545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403409546222937/posts/default/5196161453275478545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinakorsnes.blogspot.com/2009/08/sometimes-we-walk-into-water.html' title='Sometimes we walk into the water'/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00036002666718515459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkwoxN5KQvA/SoV-NxmslGI/AAAAAAAAAEA/7yZ3tzdL9Jw/S220/IMG_7377.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lkwoxN5KQvA/SoPjgNCvPLI/AAAAAAAAABs/VjNl6ng13BQ/s72-c/Mj%C3%B8s-shoot+med+Melissa+021red.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403403409546222937.post-8692406930674505282</id><published>2009-07-12T14:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T14:51:18.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Elsker tiden i Oslo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkwoxN5KQvA/SlpayTZUoGI/AAAAAAAAABk/N8PaB-zSveg/s1600-h/rg_956281_m600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357694526957068386" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkwoxN5KQvA/SlpayTZUoGI/AAAAAAAAABk/N8PaB-zSveg/s400/rg_956281_m600.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hvor herlig er det ikke å komme til leiligheten til mormor og morfar etter en lang dag på tusenfryd(herlig tid med kusine fra Bergen!), og bare skru på dataen, skjekke "situasjonen" i kjøleskapet (de er i Nord-Norge), finne roen - og bare kjenne på friheten??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah jeg må si det falt i smak. Jeg ELSKER å henge i Oslo. Jeg vil egentlig ikke bo der. For stemningen ved å være på besøk er en helt annen enn den man får av å bo et sted. Øynene åpnes mer, og hjertet er så åpent for inntrykk. Det er i allefall mitt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- se på statuene i Vigelandsparken, og bare se FØLELSENE de uttrykker. blir inspirert å koreografere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- drikke kaffe på samson kafè!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- sitte i frognerparken og tenke på barndomsminnene fra Oslo-helgene hos pappa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- tenke på alt som engasjerer meg og inspirerer meg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- besøke mormor og morfar eller andreas, melissa og linnea! (da de bodde der)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- danse på bårdar! (og tiden i leiligheten med karin - oh babe fun fun)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- studere folk og høre på samtalene deres&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- shoppe. et nytt liv kommer inn i meg hver gang jeg kjøper meg et nytt plagg jeg er fornøyd med. noe nytt! et nytt liv! fornyelse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- rett og slett tenker på meg og mitt, livet og omgivelsene mine. utvikling og mening. det liker vi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ja jeg ELSKER det&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Og i morgen kommer Alvaro og Sylvia (2 venner av Jenny fra LA!) og jeg skal få vise byen til 2 totally exitede turister! Herlig!! Get ready!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403403409546222937-8692406930674505282?l=kristinakorsnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinakorsnes.blogspot.com/feeds/8692406930674505282/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinakorsnes.blogspot.com/2009/07/elsker-tiden-i-oslo.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403409546222937/posts/default/8692406930674505282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403409546222937/posts/default/8692406930674505282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinakorsnes.blogspot.com/2009/07/elsker-tiden-i-oslo.html' title='Elsker tiden i Oslo'/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00036002666718515459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkwoxN5KQvA/SoV-NxmslGI/AAAAAAAAAEA/7yZ3tzdL9Jw/S220/IMG_7377.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkwoxN5KQvA/SlpayTZUoGI/AAAAAAAAABk/N8PaB-zSveg/s72-c/rg_956281_m600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403403409546222937.post-2311199518082824065</id><published>2009-06-07T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T13:27:30.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am landing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkwoxN5KQvA/SiwiWbefWCI/AAAAAAAAABc/3HPXTadRbXA/s1600-h/Golden_Eagle-Coming_in_for_a_Landing-1024x768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344684626510043170" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkwoxN5KQvA/SiwiWbefWCI/AAAAAAAAABc/3HPXTadRbXA/s400/Golden_Eagle-Coming_in_for_a_Landing-1024x768.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am landing. I am done. It is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What now? What did this do to me and everyone? What changed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We`ll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am landing.&lt;br /&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/5403403409546222937-2311199518082824065?l=kristinakorsnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinakorsnes.blogspot.com/feeds/2311199518082824065/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinakorsnes.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-am-landing.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403409546222937/posts/default/2311199518082824065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403409546222937/posts/default/2311199518082824065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinakorsnes.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-am-landing.html' title='I am landing'/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00036002666718515459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkwoxN5KQvA/SoV-NxmslGI/AAAAAAAAAEA/7yZ3tzdL9Jw/S220/IMG_7377.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkwoxN5KQvA/SiwiWbefWCI/AAAAAAAAABc/3HPXTadRbXA/s72-c/Golden_Eagle-Coming_in_for_a_Landing-1024x768.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403403409546222937.post-5933856009193961319</id><published>2009-06-07T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T13:22:43.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance with me New York City</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am home now. Wow, did you get that? I am home. I still struggle realizing it. But I know, IT`S GOOD. I am happy I am home, suprisingly. Friends, family, new visions for my future. There`s change. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since I came home, I have struggled to figure my self out. I can`t really understand my own feelings. I feel happy, very happy. But I still feel like crying... I feel like talking, tell one story after another. But I end up saying nothing.. or something I feel can`t cover it all. But hey, what could possibly cover it all? I am overwelmed by this world. I am overwelmed by it all, and I can`t expalain what I feel, or what I have experienced on my journey.. I just have to BE it. I AM my trip. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I AM MY TRIP. Just see me. I am changed. I am overwelmed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NEW YORK&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I loved New York. Dance with me New York City!! Dance &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah, all the people. The atmosphere. The possibilities. I don`t know. You just have to feel it. It`s real. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkwoxN5KQvA/SiwhLTNO5BI/AAAAAAAAABE/Ebf9mDUzXIc/s1600-h/_new_york_jpg_659837g.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344683335799989266" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkwoxN5KQvA/SiwhLTNO5BI/AAAAAAAAABE/Ebf9mDUzXIc/s400/_new_york_jpg_659837g.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkwoxN5KQvA/SiwhLgHJFWI/AAAAAAAAABM/sxnJ0SbMw2Y/s1600-h/4565_96945637663_727037663_2703191_7877227_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344683339264103778" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkwoxN5KQvA/SiwhLgHJFWI/AAAAAAAAABM/sxnJ0SbMw2Y/s400/4565_96945637663_727037663_2703191_7877227_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is from New York Loft Hostel in Broklyn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&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/5403403409546222937-5933856009193961319?l=kristinakorsnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinakorsnes.blogspot.com/feeds/5933856009193961319/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinakorsnes.blogspot.com/2009/06/dance-with-me-new-york-city.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403409546222937/posts/default/5933856009193961319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403409546222937/posts/default/5933856009193961319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinakorsnes.blogspot.com/2009/06/dance-with-me-new-york-city.html' title='Dance with me New York City'/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00036002666718515459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkwoxN5KQvA/SoV-NxmslGI/AAAAAAAAAEA/7yZ3tzdL9Jw/S220/IMG_7377.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lkwoxN5KQvA/SiwhLTNO5BI/AAAAAAAAABE/Ebf9mDUzXIc/s72-c/_new_york_jpg_659837g.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403403409546222937.post-5797185691437860202</id><published>2009-05-21T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T12:59:45.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Far away from home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lkwoxN5KQvA/ShWwhg6XSwI/AAAAAAAAAA8/78jpSn0dWNk/s1600-h/P7073009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lkwoxN5KQvA/ShWwhg6XSwI/AAAAAAAAAA8/78jpSn0dWNk/s400/P7073009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338367023134493442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can the Korsnes sisters seriously not get far enough away from home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the world has never been smaller..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403403409546222937-5797185691437860202?l=kristinakorsnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinakorsnes.blogspot.com/feeds/5797185691437860202/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinakorsnes.blogspot.com/2009/05/far-away-from-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403409546222937/posts/default/5797185691437860202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403409546222937/posts/default/5797185691437860202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinakorsnes.blogspot.com/2009/05/far-away-from-home.html' title='Far away from home'/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00036002666718515459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkwoxN5KQvA/SoV-NxmslGI/AAAAAAAAAEA/7yZ3tzdL9Jw/S220/IMG_7377.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lkwoxN5KQvA/ShWwhg6XSwI/AAAAAAAAAA8/78jpSn0dWNk/s72-c/P7073009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403403409546222937.post-7311899804519932064</id><published>2009-05-20T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T23:37:45.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love to travel</title><content type='html'>"I travel a lot; I hate having my life disrupted by routine"&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                 Caskie Stinnett&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" One´s destination is never a place, but rather a new way of looking at things" &lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                            Henry Miller&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I sought trains; I found passengers."&lt;br /&gt;                                                    Paul Theroux&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The voyage of discovery lies not in finding new landscapes, but in having new eyes."&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                      Marcel Proust&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403403409546222937-7311899804519932064?l=kristinakorsnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinakorsnes.blogspot.com/feeds/7311899804519932064/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinakorsnes.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-love-to-travel.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403409546222937/posts/default/7311899804519932064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403409546222937/posts/default/7311899804519932064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinakorsnes.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-love-to-travel.html' title='I love to travel'/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00036002666718515459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkwoxN5KQvA/SoV-NxmslGI/AAAAAAAAAEA/7yZ3tzdL9Jw/S220/IMG_7377.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403403409546222937.post-8150727529900769745</id><published>2009-05-18T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T22:53:58.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LA</title><content type='html'>I´m in LA. With my sis. It´s great :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403403409546222937-8150727529900769745?l=kristinakorsnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinakorsnes.blogspot.com/feeds/8150727529900769745/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinakorsnes.blogspot.com/2009/05/la.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403409546222937/posts/default/8150727529900769745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403409546222937/posts/default/8150727529900769745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinakorsnes.blogspot.com/2009/05/la.html' title='LA'/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00036002666718515459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkwoxN5KQvA/SoV-NxmslGI/AAAAAAAAAEA/7yZ3tzdL9Jw/S220/IMG_7377.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403403409546222937.post-1404316067745730970</id><published>2009-05-14T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T20:57:21.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fiji</title><content type='html'>I am in Fiji.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I say? It's wonderful. It's the ultimate holiday. Sun. Palms. Green water. Coconuts. Snorkeling. Small sharks (did snorkeling with them). Guitar. Fire next to the beach. Fiji beer. Walks around the small fiji islands. Disgusting beds. Mice. Bugs. Ok.. this doesn't sound idyllic anymore. But it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures comes. Now LA on the 17th. Sister is getting visit! Then NYC. Then home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am coming home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403403409546222937-1404316067745730970?l=kristinakorsnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinakorsnes.blogspot.com/feeds/1404316067745730970/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinakorsnes.blogspot.com/2009/05/fiji.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403409546222937/posts/default/1404316067745730970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403409546222937/posts/default/1404316067745730970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinakorsnes.blogspot.com/2009/05/fiji.html' title='Fiji'/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00036002666718515459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkwoxN5KQvA/SoV-NxmslGI/AAAAAAAAAEA/7yZ3tzdL9Jw/S220/IMG_7377.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403403409546222937.post-7746686186544493811</id><published>2009-04-29T18:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T18:49:11.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What to do with my life?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lkwoxN5KQvA/SfkDQ7wyiPI/AAAAAAAAAAk/gEeudxuM0Nk/s1600-h/2868_172349080150_637115150_6768917_4645441_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330295223424813298" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lkwoxN5KQvA/SfkDQ7wyiPI/AAAAAAAAAAk/gEeudxuM0Nk/s400/2868_172349080150_637115150_6768917_4645441_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Picture from a hippie town close to Byron Bay in Australia. Claudia's photo.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403403409546222937-7746686186544493811?l=kristinakorsnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinakorsnes.blogspot.com/feeds/7746686186544493811/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinakorsnes.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-to-do-with-my-life.html#comment-form' title='1 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403409546222937/posts/default/7746686186544493811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403409546222937/posts/default/7746686186544493811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinakorsnes.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-to-do-with-my-life.html' title='What to do with my life?'/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00036002666718515459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkwoxN5KQvA/SoV-NxmslGI/AAAAAAAAAEA/7yZ3tzdL9Jw/S220/IMG_7377.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lkwoxN5KQvA/SfkDQ7wyiPI/AAAAAAAAAAk/gEeudxuM0Nk/s72-c/2868_172349080150_637115150_6768917_4645441_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403403409546222937.post-9193867588620800390</id><published>2009-04-29T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T18:46:27.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When Israel makes laundry fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lkwoxN5KQvA/SfkCWfXMmDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/s-d8trjZMnc/s1600-h/2868_172348930150_637115150_6768898_4262177_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330294219368863794" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lkwoxN5KQvA/SfkCWfXMmDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/s-d8trjZMnc/s400/2868_172348930150_637115150_6768898_4262177_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to music and dance while waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lkwoxN5KQvA/SfkCWeuPMDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/laToxBppZQs/s1600-h/2868_172348920150_637115150_6768897_7404006_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330294219197067314" style="WIDTH: 297px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lkwoxN5KQvA/SfkCWeuPMDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/laToxBppZQs/s400/2868_172348920150_637115150_6768897_7404006_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or just look at Israel (as we call them) and enjoy the fun :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403403409546222937-9193867588620800390?l=kristinakorsnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinakorsnes.blogspot.com/feeds/9193867588620800390/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinakorsnes.blogspot.com/2009/04/when-israel-makes-laundry-fun.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403409546222937/posts/default/9193867588620800390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403409546222937/posts/default/9193867588620800390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinakorsnes.blogspot.com/2009/04/when-israel-makes-laundry-fun.html' title='When Israel makes laundry fun'/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00036002666718515459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkwoxN5KQvA/SoV-NxmslGI/AAAAAAAAAEA/7yZ3tzdL9Jw/S220/IMG_7377.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lkwoxN5KQvA/SfkCWfXMmDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/s-d8trjZMnc/s72-c/2868_172348930150_637115150_6768898_4262177_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403403409546222937.post-3453423598508173625</id><published>2009-04-29T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T18:36:35.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiff jumping!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lkwoxN5KQvA/SfkALJG5SEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WjJQEUNxrks/s1600-h/bungy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330291825393092674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lkwoxN5KQvA/SfkALJG5SEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WjJQEUNxrks/s400/bungy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Tiffany jumping from Nevis Bungy 134 meters! I had just done it, and it was freaking fun! Do you wanna feel like a bird? Do you wanna feel like you are gonna die, but then live to tell after?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403403409546222937-3453423598508173625?l=kristinakorsnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinakorsnes.blogspot.com/feeds/3453423598508173625/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinakorsnes.blogspot.com/2009/04/tiff-jumping.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403409546222937/posts/default/3453423598508173625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403409546222937/posts/default/3453423598508173625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinakorsnes.blogspot.com/2009/04/tiff-jumping.html' title='Tiff jumping!'/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00036002666718515459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkwoxN5KQvA/SoV-NxmslGI/AAAAAAAAAEA/7yZ3tzdL9Jw/S220/IMG_7377.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lkwoxN5KQvA/SfkALJG5SEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WjJQEUNxrks/s72-c/bungy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403403409546222937.post-8565317461602296908</id><published>2009-04-23T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T15:56:33.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I just did bungy jumping!!</title><content type='html'>I just jumped from 134 meters with a rope tied around my legs. I was more exited then scared, but when I kept falling, falling, falling... Ah it was beautiful. Live'n the dream, huh? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiffany is freakin scared of hights. You have to see the film! "Are you okay Tiffany?" "Don't ask me that! I... I... Am I gonna die? I will be pulled up up side down Kristina!" She did it, and she is still alive Kari :p (her mother)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, I am gonna raft in 2 hours. Next extreme sport on my scedule today :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403403409546222937-8565317461602296908?l=kristinakorsnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinakorsnes.blogspot.com/feeds/8565317461602296908/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinakorsnes.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-just-did-bungy-jumping.html#comment-form' title='1 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403409546222937/posts/default/8565317461602296908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403409546222937/posts/default/8565317461602296908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinakorsnes.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-just-did-bungy-jumping.html' title='I just did bungy jumping!!'/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00036002666718515459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkwoxN5KQvA/SoV-NxmslGI/AAAAAAAAAEA/7yZ3tzdL9Jw/S220/IMG_7377.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403403409546222937.post-6139978450097777561</id><published>2009-04-18T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T21:43:23.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More New Zealand</title><content type='html'>I have walked on a big ice glacier today! In Franz Josef, west coast @ the south island in New Zealand. With "brodder" on our shoes we walked on the hard, blue ice tops, and in between huge ice waves. We saw the incredible view over the beautiful New Zealand landscape. The great glacier in the middle, and, actually, rain forest all around. Unfortunately we ended up walking with the "slow" group, with grandma's and "people without great confidence", because Tiffany and I were not paying attention to the guide when he made the groups.. Yes, our fault :p But we had a great trip! I have to put out some pictures for you guys. Sorry about that. But it takes AGES to upload them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I wrote last time, we have been to Melbourne to visit a couple of friends I got in Vietnam. There we got to stay at the nicest hotel in Melbourne!! Because that is where my dear friend lives :) Luxury backpacking!! And Chris, his name, had this great week planned for us. We lived the Melbourne life. We saw a couple of comedy shows (comedy festival), ate out a lot, went camping @ great ocean road (witch is one of the nicest places in Australia I have heard) with him and a few friends of his, we had a barbecue at the hotel next to the pool and spa, I joined Chris and his personal trainer one morning (i should never have done that. Steps were my enemies the next three days), saw some great art galleries, had a few nights out with the guys and Tiffany. I went to a dance class with a friend of chris, and more. Great week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we are in New Zealand, and the first days here have been rainful. VEEERY rainful. The road broke down, so we got stuck in a small town (no.. there were just a small motel there actually). But its all good. Nature is just like in Norway, but maybe a little more beautiful, if I have to compare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking of the people back home. My niece who I miss very much, my friend who are going to be russ in just a few days!! My family all over the country and in other countries. Friends back home, and the ones I have got when traveling. I miss you all. Its weired to just go from place to place, but its a beautiful lifestyle and i like it :) But of course, Tiffany knows I have my ups and downs.. and I hers :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs from me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403403409546222937-6139978450097777561?l=kristinakorsnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinakorsnes.blogspot.com/feeds/6139978450097777561/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinakorsnes.blogspot.com/2009/04/more-new-zealand.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403409546222937/posts/default/6139978450097777561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403409546222937/posts/default/6139978450097777561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinakorsnes.blogspot.com/2009/04/more-new-zealand.html' title='More New Zealand'/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00036002666718515459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkwoxN5KQvA/SoV-NxmslGI/AAAAAAAAAEA/7yZ3tzdL9Jw/S220/IMG_7377.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403403409546222937.post-4614323832828579861</id><published>2009-04-17T01:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T01:47:54.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Zealand!</title><content type='html'>We are in New Zealand!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403403409546222937-4614323832828579861?l=kristinakorsnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinakorsnes.blogspot.com/feeds/4614323832828579861/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinakorsnes.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-zealand.html#comment-form' title='2 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403409546222937/posts/default/4614323832828579861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403409546222937/posts/default/4614323832828579861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinakorsnes.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-zealand.html' title='New Zealand!'/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00036002666718515459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkwoxN5KQvA/SoV-NxmslGI/AAAAAAAAAEA/7yZ3tzdL9Jw/S220/IMG_7377.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403403409546222937.post-4145208381981532863</id><published>2009-03-19T04:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T04:42:57.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sydney</title><content type='html'>Its been a while now! I am sorry, but so much has happend. I went from being alone in a little village in Laos to a CRAZY chill out-party place; Vang Vieng, to a calm little town; Luang Prabang and then to Bangkok before I met Tiffany and flew to Australia. So now, yes, I am in Sydney! This travelling life is killing me! What about all my experiences?! There is always something new! But I must say; I do like it ;) Time for exitement, time to rest. Now, it is time for action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sydney is beautiful. We have seen a lot of the town, because we do couch surfing. Through a website on internet you find people who open their house for you, so that you dont have to pay for accomodation. Right now we are staying with a wonderful family in a nice area of sydney. We get to see the usual family life in an australian family, and get friends! Its just great! We wash for them, we get to sleep there. Awsome! The first days in sydney we were walking around in sydney with our backpacks, stubborn not to go to a backpacker hostel. We found a place to sleep for the night, and were out on the streets again the next morning. It happend we slept a few hours in the park. So yes, my dream is fulfilled. I didnt want to travel to feel luxury. I wanted to walk along the road with a heavy bakpack on my shoulders. I wanted to have no plans, have nowhere to go, and be annoyed by the heat. I must say the first days in Sydney was a little bit like that. Alike as Tiffany and I are, we both loved it. Irritated, sweat, sick (a little bit), alone (together with Tiff), spontanious and unorganised. But happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On monday are we going to Baron Bay, witch is supposed to be awsome. After a week or so in Bayron Bay are we going to Melbourne. To visit my awsome mates from staying in Vietnam! It'll be great. Maybe we'll see The Killers and Kings of Leon! Wohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I must say. Lifestyle in australia is great. People seems healthy, smart, warm, open, friendly, sosial, slutty (:p yes you are sluts australian people), sporty, intelligent. I love ausralian people! :p Did I say handsome? Very handsome! And the nightlife is fantastic. Fun :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading :) I'll get back to you. Hugs. Kristina **&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403403409546222937-4145208381981532863?l=kristinakorsnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinakorsnes.blogspot.com/feeds/4145208381981532863/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinakorsnes.blogspot.com/2009/03/sydney.html#comment-form' title='2 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403409546222937/posts/default/4145208381981532863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403409546222937/posts/default/4145208381981532863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinakorsnes.blogspot.com/2009/03/sydney.html' title='Sydney'/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00036002666718515459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkwoxN5KQvA/SoV-NxmslGI/AAAAAAAAAEA/7yZ3tzdL9Jw/S220/IMG_7377.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403403409546222937.post-7972699977439767671</id><published>2009-03-01T04:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T05:40:49.077-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG - Alone in Laos</title><content type='html'>Have you ever been alone in Laos? No, neither have I. Before now.. Why in the green bushes am I doing this? I am seriously thinking to my self WHY am I doing this... There are not many tourists here, so you might not find anyone if you go to.. for example Savannakhet. Yes, like where i am now. Okay I found a couple, and I am sharing a room with a girl from England. (And our room is cheap! I pay about.. 2 dollars. Hurra!) But still. I feel a bit lost to be honest. I guess thats a part of the experience. It's Laos, not.. Norway.. But then again, how can I say that? I get lost where ever I go. You know, there's my lack of sense of directions.. and.. more. But what can I say, it's a part of me. I think actually I seek getting lost.. Like when I was small and tried to get lost in the smallest forest in the world nex to our house. Even I couldn't manage to get lost in that one. It's different with Laos.. OMG (Oh my god ;p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see the strangest things here. You might see a whole family on ONE motorbike. Or you might see a PIG on a motorbike, or chickens. I think I honestly can say that you might get to see ANYTHING on a motorbike here. I wonder how they do it. Aren't they afraid that their two year old baby might lose the grip? Or that the pig starts to stream and wants to go down? They even transport their double beds on those bikes! But okay.. those bikes could keep me going all night long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids are adorable. Friendly. Couriuos. Smiling and happy. You see animals everywhere. Dogs, chickens, cats, cows (on the roads, in the gardens ect.), goats. And a whole lot of insects.. I dont like that.. Especially since I these last days have seen what damage a bit from a mouscito can cause.. I am talking about the dangue-fever that my friend got. But we also have resaults from regular mouscitos, like red marks in my face.. Less dangerous though.. Stupid insects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some hours ago I drank milk milk from a cokonut while I saw the red sun go down behind the Mekong river. Later we tried to find a sauna, which was supposed to be quite nice according to the yellow backpacker-bible (the lonely planet guide book). It was a grey building, and it looked more like a graveyeard than anything else. I think we will have to save the delicious sauna for another time... Unless we want to bath in mudd and dust.. Not good lonely planet, not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I will try to find a travel agency that can bring me to the Vang Vieng I have heard soo many great things about. Tubing and all kinds of activities. That we like ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, think of me please. Especially when I am alone.. I would love a message on facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love mon amis **&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403403409546222937-7972699977439767671?l=kristinakorsnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinakorsnes.blogspot.com/feeds/7972699977439767671/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinakorsnes.blogspot.com/2009/03/omg-alone-in-laos.html#comment-form' title='3 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403409546222937/posts/default/7972699977439767671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403409546222937/posts/default/7972699977439767671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinakorsnes.blogspot.com/2009/03/omg-alone-in-laos.html' title='OMG - Alone in Laos'/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00036002666718515459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkwoxN5KQvA/SoV-NxmslGI/AAAAAAAAAEA/7yZ3tzdL9Jw/S220/IMG_7377.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403403409546222937.post-4929708312194838138</id><published>2009-02-27T03:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T04:05:43.329-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My days in Hoi An</title><content type='html'>Hello my friends :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a while now since I wrote the last time. And It can be explained very easily: a lot has happend. I have to stop and breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came to Hoi An for about one week ago. I was planning to stay for a couple of days. But, as I have experienced the last days, things aren't always happening the way I thought they would. I spent a week in this beautiful little town and i have completly falled in love with it. Ancient buildings, a quiet river, many restaurants by the river, lights. Beautiful. If I had to pick a favorite town so far, Hoi An would be the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met an english guy, whose name is Rowan, on the bus to Hoi An,and we found a hotel together. But he was not feeling good at all and now, after 1 week he is still sick, he is in the hospital (where I am also by the moment, being his "girlfriend". How to explain to vietnamese people that we "just share room"?). He has dangue-fever. It is not to be recomended. Dont get bit by mosquito in Cambodia, it might kill you! But he is better now, and that makes me feel better.  I dont want to vitness that again.. He is such a great guy. I didnt know anyone could have just the same humor as me :p Well, Tiffany of course, but exept her :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also met two amazing australian boys who I have been hanging around with every day. We have had the best time ever hanging at the beach, singing "halleluja" (when we finally found the lyrics), dancing at the beach party, picking out dresses and suits at the tailor (i have got a tailor maid dress! Picked out by boys ;) ), and.. yes. Crazy times. Going to visit them i Melbourne when i go to Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you.. It is fun to travel,  but it is also quite sad. You meet great people, and sometimes someone you really dont want to leave, and then you go. You countinue your trip.. And you know they do too. Maybe they forget you. You just hope that you have made a change in some way. That you ment something.. That this was not just "something just for the moment". You meet people who sees things in you, maybe some sides of you you didnt even knew you had. You just hope you find that in your self again. And all this places. You see them, and then you go. Right now it all feels a little meaningless. But still... Its the best thing ever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.  Now I am in Danang. Living at an hospital, with Rowan. The one with dangue-fever. There is NO tourists here. I am a queen! Kids point at me. It is a little embarrasing. I dont think I can be a superstar anyway. It is to much attention!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I will go to Laos. It is very exiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs from me in Vietnam. I love you all and i'd love to hear how your lives are going too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403403409546222937-4929708312194838138?l=kristinakorsnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinakorsnes.blogspot.com/feeds/4929708312194838138/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinakorsnes.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-days-in-hoi.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403409546222937/posts/default/4929708312194838138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403409546222937/posts/default/4929708312194838138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinakorsnes.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-days-in-hoi.html' title='My days in Hoi An'/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00036002666718515459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkwoxN5KQvA/SoV-NxmslGI/AAAAAAAAAEA/7yZ3tzdL9Jw/S220/IMG_7377.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403403409546222937.post-8282500042911354</id><published>2009-02-14T06:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T06:58:26.031-08:00</updated><title type='text'>God morning Vietnam</title><content type='html'>hi! thank you soo much for all the respond i have got since the last time i wrote. it is so much more fun when i know that someone really reads this. makes me happy, and not lonely in this big world (or small, if you know how many people i have met twice, in different countries.. suddenly not so big anymore..).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vietnam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. why not? when i think about vietnam i think; MOTORBIKES, those funny sun hats - very typical vietnam, more expensive than cambodia.. traffic - just crazy traffic, believe me. but they are really good at adjusting. you can see maybe 100 motorbikes coming towords you, but hey! just walk out in the street with your eyes closed and they wouldnt even come near your hair. not norway or what dad? (he is enormously enoyed by the norwegians slowlyness in traffic).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vietnam is okay. But I am sick of the big cities. I wanna go somewhere new, somewhere where theres no tourists (or at least less - i feel like a bloddy sheep!). I wanna go into the wild. But thats kind of hard when you dont know anyone.. or anything huh? Any ideas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I am heading for the beach for the first time. (so no, i am not extremly tanned jet. i wonder if i am going to be tanned al all actually.. you have to were clothes man! and everyone wonder how we "MANAGES to stay so UNTANNED" well, you know, natural talent) I am looking forward to the beach. mmmm water and waves. maybe some diving? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wonder why I am not putting out any pictures it is just because i have heard it takes hours to do it. but, i will later ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember to tell me about things in your lifes too. i am on the other side of the world, but still i care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** bisous&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403403409546222937-8282500042911354?l=kristinakorsnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinakorsnes.blogspot.com/feeds/8282500042911354/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinakorsnes.blogspot.com/2009/02/god-morning-vietnam.html#comment-form' title='3 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403409546222937/posts/default/8282500042911354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403409546222937/posts/default/8282500042911354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinakorsnes.blogspot.com/2009/02/god-morning-vietnam.html' title='God morning Vietnam'/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00036002666718515459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkwoxN5KQvA/SoV-NxmslGI/AAAAAAAAAEA/7yZ3tzdL9Jw/S220/IMG_7377.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403403409546222937.post-7412168720202942086</id><published>2009-02-11T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T07:35:16.689-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Overwelmed backpacker in Phnom Pehn</title><content type='html'>I am sitting in the heat in the capital city in Cambodia, phnom pehn. At the moment I kind of find it a little difficult to write, because I am "up there". Even though I am tired, I am experiencing so many amazing things down here. It is taking my breath away, and I cant even sleep well. Let me tell about today and the last few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came from Siam Reap to Phnom Pehn yesterday. Tiffany had read about a nice backpacker hotel so I let her "do her thing" (she always picks the BEST places). The tuk-tuk (moped with a "slade" on it) drowe us through the busy, dusty city and the hotel was just perfect. We pay 5 dollar for the night, double room. It has a beautiful terrasse next to the lake, it has a bar and a restaurant there, free DVDs, TV, amazing chairs (i love the chairs). And its just made of wood the whole area, and there are lights everywhere. The hotel is in the "backpacker-street" in phnom pehn, so we meet a lot of extremly nice, outgoing, adventures backpackers, just as our selfs! We met the same german boys here as we met at the bus to siam reap and we are hanging with them here. Yesterday we had a good time in one of the streets nightclubs/diner places and we made an interview with different people with my camera, and a lot of funny stuff were said. I dont know if i dare to watch it ;p "hi how are you? can i interview you my man?" (random on the street). But people are soooo nice here (i am talking about backpackers.. the other ones just want your money.. and thats is tiering after a while.. but hello. they need to eat).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you people know that in the late 1970th the poi pot (dictatur) killed around 3 and a half million people in cambodia? well i didnt.. and it was just too much for me when i today went to the killing field to see all the mass graves and the places where a lot of people where tortured and killed. i had to cry when i saw a tree at where they tortured children.. 1970th! and i have never heard of it.. its hitler and holocaust ++ nr 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have got to know this sweet cambodian girl called Nii who is walking around here trying to sell books. (now i have enough books..). she is really sweet, and i really got a heart for her. she is 22, has three boys (who i got to see today) and are trying to make a living.. i brought her and her sistrer to a restaurant today. they said they didnt eat the whole day.. so earlier today i asked her to show me her home. (something witch actually was a little scary.. cuz it was no touristy place.. i wont do that again..) a lot of people in small roomes after an other in a long narrow wooden building.. people where looking at me thinking "wow, she is white, and here? but still.. to see that place. i had beautiful children overwelming me with hugs and attention. i got to hold nii's 6 month old son. she told me about her life. her surviving here. her father was  killed by poi pot, the dictature. i think it was an amazing experience.. but i was scared.. i saw someone fighting and nii had to take my hand and drag me because i couldnt moove. okay mom, wont do it again i promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now we are going to hang out with the german boyzzz. have a good time. tomorrow tiff and i are going to an orfhans home. give some clothes away. i dont need them.. i have tooo many. seriously. then to vietnam, later laos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, enjoy people. i love you guys. **&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403403409546222937-7412168720202942086?l=kristinakorsnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinakorsnes.blogspot.com/feeds/7412168720202942086/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinakorsnes.blogspot.com/2009/02/overwelmed-backpacker-in-phnom-pehn.html#comment-form' title='1 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403409546222937/posts/default/7412168720202942086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403409546222937/posts/default/7412168720202942086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinakorsnes.blogspot.com/2009/02/overwelmed-backpacker-in-phnom-pehn.html' title='Overwelmed backpacker in Phnom Pehn'/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00036002666718515459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkwoxN5KQvA/SoV-NxmslGI/AAAAAAAAAEA/7yZ3tzdL9Jw/S220/IMG_7377.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403403409546222937.post-7894251969781423929</id><published>2009-02-08T01:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T01:19:37.124-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In cambodia</title><content type='html'>Its just something that amazes me right now. It is the fact that I am in Cambodia, and that I can say that I am having a good time. I think just that I was so ready to do this. Being free, not knowing exactly where to go, what to do. I have my backpack on, and I have my friend beside me. We can do whatever we want. Its nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont have time time to write much now. Tiffany and I are going to a market i this town, Siam Reap. Tomorrow we are going to see Ankor Wat, one of the worlds biggest wonders. The eights one I think. 14 hours to get here was.. tiering but fun too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay with me, it feels good to feel that someone is reading this, so bring it on if you can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403403409546222937-7894251969781423929?l=kristinakorsnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinakorsnes.blogspot.com/feeds/7894251969781423929/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinakorsnes.blogspot.com/2009/02/in-cambodia.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403409546222937/posts/default/7894251969781423929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403409546222937/posts/default/7894251969781423929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinakorsnes.blogspot.com/2009/02/in-cambodia.html' title='In cambodia'/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00036002666718515459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkwoxN5KQvA/SoV-NxmslGI/AAAAAAAAAEA/7yZ3tzdL9Jw/S220/IMG_7377.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403403409546222937.post-6958503627189389032</id><published>2009-02-05T07:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T07:52:06.771-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And now.. I am in Bangkok!!</title><content type='html'>I am now sitting beside tiffany and lotta, on each our computer in our hotel in the middle of bangkok. its hot, about 30 degreeds, and i am feeling.. weird. it freaking weird! its freaking fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to write in english from now on, so that all my friends can follow me on my trip (the swizz ones too!). i cant believe my trip havs startet. i am in bangkok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are ataying on a hotel with a lot of other backpackers it seems.. i think its is good right now. it ll be different later, when we mooving on to laos, cambodia and vietnam. i still dont know exactly where we are heading, but i am glad we re not only staying in the tourist-packed places. but for now.. its good. but.. what do i know. I have only been here for 3 hours or so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the flight was okay. i slept a lot. and i sat beside an english guy who is living in sydney and, can you believe it, he has lived in the same little village in switzerland as i did! in founex! the village is really small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i was standing the que before entering the plane, i saw a very cute guy. i asked God to let me sit close to him :p guess who i sat in front of on the tour, yes, the cute guy. and there were 250 people on the plane.. so. i will be using God more i think from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i took a taxi (an unlegal one.. ops. but the others costed a lot!) with this english guy to the city. amazed by everything i was just looking out. everything is so different. but these girls here have been to india, so they think this realaxed compared to india. i slept at the hotel before i met tiffany, and now i dont know what to do next. eat maybe. i am a little confused.. its weired. but i am exited to.. i think i will enjoy this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stay with me folks. i love you. and thank you sopooo much for the party! i watched the film from the party on the plane and laugthed A LOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you **&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403403409546222937-6958503627189389032?l=kristinakorsnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinakorsnes.blogspot.com/feeds/6958503627189389032/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinakorsnes.blogspot.com/2009/02/and-now-i-am-in-bangkok.html#comment-form' title='1 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403409546222937/posts/default/6958503627189389032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403409546222937/posts/default/6958503627189389032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinakorsnes.blogspot.com/2009/02/and-now-i-am-in-bangkok.html' title='And now.. I am in Bangkok!!'/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00036002666718515459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkwoxN5KQvA/SoV-NxmslGI/AAAAAAAAAEA/7yZ3tzdL9Jw/S220/IMG_7377.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403403409546222937.post-9064515820902620518</id><published>2009-01-23T11:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T12:08:49.307-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Off om 12 dager</title><content type='html'>Nå er det 12 dager til jeg drar til Bangkok. I am going around the world baby! Ruten er så her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.stopp: 5 uker Thailand, Laos, Cambodsja, Vietnam (vi får se hva vi rekker!)&lt;br /&gt;2.stopp: 1 mnd Australia (looking forward to be showd around by Theodore English, my new australian friend, in Sydney)&lt;br /&gt;3.stopp: 1 mnd New Zealand&lt;br /&gt;4.stopp: Fidji (skal bl.a besøke foreldrene til ei herlig jente jeg ble kjent med i Sveits! Fidji skal visst ha masse utrolig å by på. Åjadda.)&lt;br /&gt;5.stopp: 1 uke Los Angeles (hos søs)&lt;br /&gt;6.stopp.. ok her kommer problemet (eller kan det bli litt digg?) 5 dager ALENE i New York.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noen som vil bli med?? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dette er altså planen. Biletten er kjøpt og betalt. Better not be late for the plane! Wow.. this is insane. Min onkel hadde visst sagt om meg til min far: "snakk om å falle grundig ut av redet!" Er jeg ute av redet? Har jeg falt? Neee min onkel, jeg skal fly! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men altså, nå skal vi ikke si at kjære onkel er helt på villspor når han deler sin.. bekymring (?) for min far. For hva er retningssans for noe? Hva er planlegging? Hva er forsiktighet? Jeg kan kanskje være litt godtroende om folk. Det er Tiffanys mening i allefall. Men min konklusjon må bare bli som min far alltid har sagt (for ikke å snakke om Anders, Karins kjæreste): "DET ORDNER SEG". Jeg kan (med gru) komme opp i mange "not want to be there"-situasjoner. Men sant sant; man kommer seg da alltid ut av dem med litt kreativitet og impulsivness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jo jeg skal være forsiktig da mamma. Jeg har jo blitt lært flere gode triks fra utrolig omtenksomme Terje Bratland og barske Tom Sigurdsen! (Barsk du også altså Terje) Alt fra "jeg tar armen din idet du slår meg, drar den mot meg (og for all del ikke stopp bevegelsen), jeg flytter venstrebeinet mitt(stå stødig!), vrir armen din og dytter deg ned i gjørmen", "jeg tar armen din, vrir kroppen min og setter deg i utvilsom smerte idet jeg presser armen din ned over skulderen min (den veien det ikke går å bøye armen selvfølgelig)" til et lite "håndpust" nedenfra og opp i pungen din så du blir satt ut av spill". Dette har jeg altså lært. Eller, skal øve masse på da. Noen frivillige??). Jeg har en liten "thing" for mannsdominerte aktiviteter. I have I have. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ennå noen dager igjen til jeg drar ut på reisen. Da gjelder det å jobbe, være med venner, ORGANISERE, føle på tryggheten (som snart blir satt på prøve..) og danse så mye som mulig :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Skriv gjerne kommentarer :) Da blir jeg veldig glad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/5403403409546222937-9064515820902620518?l=kristinakorsnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinakorsnes.blogspot.com/feeds/9064515820902620518/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinakorsnes.blogspot.com/2009/01/n-er-det-12-dager-til-jeg-drar-til.html#comment-form' title='3 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403409546222937/posts/default/9064515820902620518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403409546222937/posts/default/9064515820902620518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinakorsnes.blogspot.com/2009/01/n-er-det-12-dager-til-jeg-drar-til.html' title='Off om 12 dager'/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00036002666718515459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkwoxN5KQvA/SoV-NxmslGI/AAAAAAAAAEA/7yZ3tzdL9Jw/S220/IMG_7377.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403403409546222937.post-936478448428691924</id><published>2009-01-17T11:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T11:55:28.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Da var jeg også en del av denne blogg-gjengen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Oioioi.. Jeg har fått meg blogg!  Det var noe nytt og spennende. Jeg blir nesten litt glad her jeg sitter på hybelen hos pappa for meg selv. Coldplay spiller i bakgrunnen, en spennende kveld ute skal ta fatt og jeg kjenner at dette er et "happy-moment"! Det skal ikke alltid så mye til. Det er godt det :) Her skal det skrives framover :)&lt;br /&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/5403403409546222937-936478448428691924?l=kristinakorsnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinakorsnes.blogspot.com/feeds/936478448428691924/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinakorsnes.blogspot.com/2009/01/da-var-jeg-ogs-en-del-av-denne-blogg.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403409546222937/posts/default/936478448428691924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403409546222937/posts/default/936478448428691924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinakorsnes.blogspot.com/2009/01/da-var-jeg-ogs-en-del-av-denne-blogg.html' title='Da var jeg også en del av denne blogg-gjengen'/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00036002666718515459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lkwoxN5KQvA/SoV-NxmslGI/AAAAAAAAAEA/7yZ3tzdL9Jw/S220/IMG_7377.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
