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xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://confessionsofaswedishgirl.blog.co.uk/2007/03/09/me_competitive_noooo~1874008/"><default:title>Me competitive? Noooo</default:title><default:link>http://confessionsofaswedishgirl.blog.co.uk/2007/03/09/me_competitive_noooo~1874008/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2007-03-09T12:07:21+01:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;I think that growing up with two brothers and a father has made the kind of girl who constantly has to prove herself around guys both intellectually and physically. I know attempting physically is ridiculous but that's how I am. The last couple of weeks I have taken up bike riding in Richmond Park with my boy and *N* and her boy. Usually *N* and I cycle and gossip in our own pace the boys wait for us every now and then. But now I have this idea in my head that I want to beat the boys around the park... bad almost impossible idea I know, but I'm not giving up yet. So for the past week I have been going to the gym training in secret to build up my stamina... only problem is that my backside is so sore from the bikes that I don't know how I'll get around the park this weekend... have been considering gel shorts but they seem expensive... So am I gonna stop? Am I gonna give up? I don't think so!
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://confessionsofaswedishgirl.blog.co.uk/2007/03/09/me_competitive_noooo~1874008/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>I think that growing up with two brothers and a father has made the kind of girl who constantly has to prove herself around guys both intellectually and physically. I know attempting physically is ridiculous but that's how I am. The last couple of weeks I have taken up bike riding in Richmond Park with my boy and *N* and her boy. Usually *N* and I cycle and gossip in our own pace the boys wait for us every now and then. But now I have this idea in my head that I want to beat the boys around the park... bad almost impossible idea I know, but I'm not giving up yet. So for the past week I have been going to the gym training in secret to build up my stamina... only problem is that my backside is so sore from the bikes that I don't know how I'll get around the park this weekend... have been considering gel shorts but they seem expensive... So am I gonna stop? Am I gonna give up? I don't think so!
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<p> <small> <a href="http://confessionsofaswedishgirl.blog.co.uk/2007/03/09/me_competitive_noooo~1874008/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>]]></content:encoded></default:item><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://confessionsofaswedishgirl.blog.co.uk/2007/03/09/me_competitive_noooo~1874006/"><default:title>Me competitive? Noooo</default:title><default:link>http://confessionsofaswedishgirl.blog.co.uk/2007/03/09/me_competitive_noooo~1874006/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2007-03-09T12:07:18+01:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;I think that growing up with two brothers and a father has made the kind of girl who constantly has to prove herself around guys both intellectually and physically. I know attempting physically is ridiculous but that's how I am. The last couple of weeks I have taken up bike riding in Richmond Park with my boy and *N* and her boy. Usually *N* and I cycle and gossip in our own pace the boys wait for us every now and then. But now I have this idea in my head that I want to beat the boys around the park... bad almost impossible idea I know, but I'm not giving up yet. So for the past week I have been going to the gym training in secret to build up my stamina... only problem is that my backside is so sore from the bikes that I don't know how I'll get around the park this weekend... have been considering gel shorts but they seem expensive... So am I gonna stop? Am I gonna give up? I don't think so!
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://confessionsofaswedishgirl.blog.co.uk/2007/03/09/me_competitive_noooo~1874006/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>I think that growing up with two brothers and a father has made the kind of girl who constantly has to prove herself around guys both intellectually and physically. I know attempting physically is ridiculous but that's how I am. The last couple of weeks I have taken up bike riding in Richmond Park with my boy and *N* and her boy. Usually *N* and I cycle and gossip in our own pace the boys wait for us every now and then. But now I have this idea in my head that I want to beat the boys around the park... bad almost impossible idea I know, but I'm not giving up yet. So for the past week I have been going to the gym training in secret to build up my stamina... only problem is that my backside is so sore from the bikes that I don't know how I'll get around the park this weekend... have been considering gel shorts but they seem expensive... So am I gonna stop? Am I gonna give up? I don't think so!
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<p> <small> <a href="http://confessionsofaswedishgirl.blog.co.uk/2007/03/09/me_competitive_noooo~1874006/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>]]></content:encoded></default:item><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://confessionsofaswedishgirl.blog.co.uk/2007/03/07/fatdays~1859975/"><default:title>Fatdays</default:title><default:link>http://confessionsofaswedishgirl.blog.co.uk/2007/03/07/fatdays~1859975/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2007-03-07T00:11:17+01:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;We all have them, and I know that even the skinniest and fittest women have them too, it's just in our DNA or something. Anyways after having too many fatdays in a row I have decided to do something about it. So today I went to the gym and to make sure that I'll keep going I am going to stick a picture of Madonna on my wall. Also the stress coming up in college should help me get into those skinny jeans again! Beach 2007 ready or not here I come!
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://confessionsofaswedishgirl.blog.co.uk/2007/03/07/fatdays~1859975/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>We all have them, and I know that even the skinniest and fittest women have them too, it's just in our DNA or something. Anyways after having too many fatdays in a row I have decided to do something about it. So today I went to the gym and to make sure that I'll keep going I am going to stick a picture of Madonna on my wall. Also the stress coming up in college should help me get into those skinny jeans again! Beach 2007 ready or not here I come!
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<p> <small> <a href="http://confessionsofaswedishgirl.blog.co.uk/2007/03/07/fatdays~1859975/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>]]></content:encoded></default:item><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://confessionsofaswedishgirl.blog.co.uk/2007/03/02/long_time~1834343/"><default:title>Long time...</default:title><default:link>http://confessionsofaswedishgirl.blog.co.uk/2007/03/02/long_time~1834343/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2007-03-02T16:38:36+01:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;Its been a while due to many different reasons, but mostly because I am curently in a very stable place and don't have the same need I used to have to write things off... I am for the first time in a very long while entirely happy. I still have all the same everyday problems I used to, still lots of work, London is still stressful and I still get annoyed with things and people. But I feel so peaceful, stable and relaxed, and its a very odd feeling, can't remember ever being in this place in my life before. Much of it is because of the wonderful person by my side, the kindest and most genuine person I have ever met. I don't think that happiness is dependant on somebody else giving it to you, its just easier to appreciate it when somebody is there experiencing it with you. Yes I'm cliché my appologies...
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://confessionsofaswedishgirl.blog.co.uk/2007/03/02/long_time~1834343/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>Its been a while due to many different reasons, but mostly because I am curently in a very stable place and don't have the same need I used to have to write things off... I am for the first time in a very long while entirely happy. I still have all the same everyday problems I used to, still lots of work, London is still stressful and I still get annoyed with things and people. But I feel so peaceful, stable and relaxed, and its a very odd feeling, can't remember ever being in this place in my life before. Much of it is because of the wonderful person by my side, the kindest and most genuine person I have ever met. I don't think that happiness is dependant on somebody else giving it to you, its just easier to appreciate it when somebody is there experiencing it with you. Yes I'm cliché my appologies...
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<p> <small> <a href="http://confessionsofaswedishgirl.blog.co.uk/2007/03/02/long_time~1834343/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>]]></content:encoded></default:item><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://confessionsofaswedishgirl.blog.co.uk/2007/01/18/january_blues~1574216/"><default:title>January Blues</default:title><default:link>http://confessionsofaswedishgirl.blog.co.uk/2007/01/18/january_blues~1574216/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2007-01-18T13:03:05+01:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;I have a problem with January. Not only does it always feel like the longest month of the year, it is also the month that year after year lures me into a depressed state. As a single person you always think that being in a relationship will solve (not all problems) but these kind of patterns. I somehow thought that having a wonderful boy by my side would make this years January more bearable. Added on my depression is guilt, guilt for not being sweet and funny, instead I'm settling for mooody, whiny and emotional. Thank god he is the sweetest thing and somehow puts up with me... Have decided to do something about this, and have booked myself into a tanning bed session this weekend, hoping that the light will cheer me up.
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://confessionsofaswedishgirl.blog.co.uk/2007/01/18/january_blues~1574216/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>I have a problem with January. Not only does it always feel like the longest month of the year, it is also the month that year after year lures me into a depressed state. As a single person you always think that being in a relationship will solve (not all problems) but these kind of patterns. I somehow thought that having a wonderful boy by my side would make this years January more bearable. Added on my depression is guilt, guilt for not being sweet and funny, instead I'm settling for mooody, whiny and emotional. Thank god he is the sweetest thing and somehow puts up with me... Have decided to do something about this, and have booked myself into a tanning bed session this weekend, hoping that the light will cheer me up.
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<p> <small> <a href="http://confessionsofaswedishgirl.blog.co.uk/2007/01/18/january_blues~1574216/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>]]></content:encoded></default:item><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://confessionsofaswedishgirl.blog.co.uk/2007/01/12/pick_your_battles_to_win_the_war~1545481/"><default:title>Pick your battles to win the war</default:title><default:link>http://confessionsofaswedishgirl.blog.co.uk/2007/01/12/pick_your_battles_to_win_the_war~1545481/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2007-01-12T12:39:36+01:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;This thing with relationships, damn tricky business, especially in the beginning (or so my dear freinds in long relationships keep telling me). I spoke to *F* this morning, who has been in a relationship for a year and a half and now living with her boyfriend. I called her as I needed to air out my insecurities and how the relationship minefield makes me want to be single again, not because I don't want him, but because I want my independant self back who doesn't risk getting hurt... *F* said something I keep thinking about, she said 'honestly I feel more secure and confident when I'm single', and I couldn't agree more. Not that my boyfriend isn't lovely, appreciative and compliments me, but when he doesn't or (as a male) says something that doesn't really come out the way its supposed to I feel like a tiny tiny person and obsess about it when really I don't have to. Now all I keep thinking about is, should I bring this up again although we sort of talked about it yesterday and become the girl who can't let things go or should I forget about it and then let it out in a few weeks when I'm pissed about something else and still be the girl who can't let things go? Argh I freking hate myself at the moment...
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://confessionsofaswedishgirl.blog.co.uk/2007/01/12/pick_your_battles_to_win_the_war~1545481/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>This thing with relationships, damn tricky business, especially in the beginning (or so my dear freinds in long relationships keep telling me). I spoke to *F* this morning, who has been in a relationship for a year and a half and now living with her boyfriend. I called her as I needed to air out my insecurities and how the relationship minefield makes me want to be single again, not because I don't want him, but because I want my independant self back who doesn't risk getting hurt... *F* said something I keep thinking about, she said 'honestly I feel more secure and confident when I'm single', and I couldn't agree more. Not that my boyfriend isn't lovely, appreciative and compliments me, but when he doesn't or (as a male) says something that doesn't really come out the way its supposed to I feel like a tiny tiny person and obsess about it when really I don't have to. Now all I keep thinking about is, should I bring this up again although we sort of talked about it yesterday and become the girl who can't let things go or should I forget about it and then let it out in a few weeks when I'm pissed about something else and still be the girl who can't let things go? Argh I freking hate myself at the moment...
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://confessionsofaswedishgirl.blog.co.uk/2007/01/11/today_is_a_good_day~1542280/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p><a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/media/media_item.php?item_ID=1091850" title="PAB1585"><img src="http://data2.blog.de/media/850/1091850_1b485ced5e_s.jpg" alt="PAB1585" vspace="5" hspace="5"></a>
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<p> <small> <a href="http://confessionsofaswedishgirl.blog.co.uk/2007/01/11/today_is_a_good_day~1542280/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>]]></content:encoded></default:item><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://confessionsofaswedishgirl.blog.co.uk/2007/01/07/hello_and_happy_new_year~1525188/"><default:title>Hello and Happy New Year</default:title><default:link>http://confessionsofaswedishgirl.blog.co.uk/2007/01/07/hello_and_happy_new_year~1525188/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2007-01-07T15:43:26+01:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;Am back in London and spent the first 4 days back at my dear boyfriends house as he had the flu. I have been running in between the kettle, his bed and the living room where I had all my books and laptop setup. I managed to more or less finish a huge essay, watch four Bond movies and make up for the time I was away in Sweden... Stockholm was nice, and very relaxing, spent most of my time in front of the TV and working on my essay... Only went out on New Years which turned out to be very very nice. The next couple of months look like they are going to be very busy as I am in the final stages of finishing off my degree... will try to update the blog as often as I can though!
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://confessionsofaswedishgirl.blog.co.uk/2007/01/07/hello_and_happy_new_year~1525188/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>Am back in London and spent the first 4 days back at my dear boyfriends house as he had the flu. I have been running in between the kettle, his bed and the living room where I had all my books and laptop setup. I managed to more or less finish a huge essay, watch four Bond movies and make up for the time I was away in Sweden... Stockholm was nice, and very relaxing, spent most of my time in front of the TV and working on my essay... Only went out on New Years which turned out to be very very nice. The next couple of months look like they are going to be very busy as I am in the final stages of finishing off my degree... will try to update the blog as often as I can though!
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://confessionsofaswedishgirl.blog.co.uk/2006/12/21/getting_on_a_plane~1464781/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>For the first time since I moved here I'm actually not counting the hours until I get on the aeroplane (tonight). This is not saying that I'm not really excited about going home and seeing my lovely amazing friends and family. Its just (and not only because of the boy) I've started to make London a bit of a home for myself. I've realised that Stockholm and Sweden will always be there and I will always be able to return, but along with my New Years resolution to start living in the moment I am very much considering staying here for a while... that is if anyone will hire me! Saying goodbye to the boy this morning was a lot harder then I had anticipated... we went for a lovely dinner at e&o and then went home and opened our presents (and his were lovely). Am not feeling too well, have a really bad head ache which sucks as I'm flying tonight but I'm sure I'll get through it!
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://confessionsofaswedishgirl.blog.co.uk/2006/12/20/for_john~1460803/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p><a href="http://www.socialiterank.com">http://www.socialiterank.com</a>
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	&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;'What is a personal calling? It is God's blessing, it is the path that God chose for you here on Earth. Whenever we do something that fills us with enthusiasm, we are following our legend. However, we don't all have the courage to confront our dream. Why?&lt;br&gt;
    There are four obstacles. First, we are told from childhood onwards that everything we want is impossible. We grow up with this idea, and as the years accumulate, so too do the layers of prejudice, fear and guilt. There comes a time when our personal calling is so deeply buried in our soul as to be invisible. But it's still there.&lt;br&gt;
    If we have the courage to disinter our dream, we are then faced by the second obstacle: love. We know what we want to do, but are afraid of hurting those around us by abandoning everything by order to pursue our dream. We do not realize that love is just a further impetus, not something that will prevent us going forward, and that those who genuinley wish us well want us to be happy and are prepared to accompany us on that journey.&lt;br&gt;
    Once we have accepted that love is a stimulus, we come up against the third obstacle: fear of the defeats we will meet on the path. We who fight for our dream suffer far more when it doesn't work out, because we cannot fall back on the old excuse, "Oh, well, I didn't really want it anyway." We do want it and know that we staked everything on it and that the path of the personal calling is no easier than any other path, except that our whole heart is in this journey. Then we warriors of light must be prepared to have patience in difficult times and to know that the Universe is conspiring in our favour, even though we may not understand how.&lt;br&gt;
    I ask myself: are defeats necessary? Well, necessary or not, they happen. When we first begin fighting for our dream, we have no experience and make many mistakes. The secret of life, though, is to fall seven times and get up eight times.&lt;br&gt;
    So why is it so important to live our personal calling if we are only going to suffer more than other people? Because once we have overcome the defeats - and we always do - we are filled with a greater sense of euphoria and confidence. In the silence of our hearts, we know that we are proving ourselevs worthy of the miracle of life. Each day, each hour, is part of the good fight. We start to live with enthusiasm and pleasure. Intense, unexpected suffering passes more quickly than suffering that is apparantly bearable; the latter goes on for years and, without our noticing, eats away at our soul, until, one day, we are no longer able to free ourselves from the bitterness and it stays with us for the rest of our lives.&lt;br&gt;
    Having disinterred our dream, having used the power of love to nurture it and spent many years living with the scars, we suddenly notice that what we always wanted is there, waiting for us, perhaps the very next day. Then comes the fourth obstacle: the fear of realizing the dream fo which we have been fighting all our lives.&lt;br&gt;
    Oscar Wilde said that "each man kills the thing he loves." And it's true. The mere possibility of getting what we want fills the soul of the ordinary person with guilt. We look around at all those who have failed to get what they want and feel that we do not deserve to get what we want either. We forget about all the obstacles we overcame, all the suffering we endured, all the things we had to give up in order to get this far. I have known a lot of people who, when their personal calling was within their grasp, wnet on to commit a series of stupid mistakes and reached their goal when it was only a step away.&lt;br&gt;
    This is the most dangerous of the obstacles because it has a kind of saintly aura about it: renouncing joy and conquest. But if you believe yourself worthy of the thing you fought so hard to get, then you become and instrument of God, you help the Soul of the World, and you understand why you are here.'&lt;/em&gt;
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://confessionsofaswedishgirl.blog.co.uk/2006/12/18/answer_to_all_questions_doubts_and_confu~1452911/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>I just read something that moved me so much... In the Author's note to the Alchemist (not included in my own copy), written by Paulo Coelho (one of my Christmas present to a very special boy). Read this as and I hope that it will be as enlightening as it was for me.</p>
	<p><em>'What is a personal calling? It is God's blessing, it is the path that God chose for you here on Earth. Whenever we do something that fills us with enthusiasm, we are following our legend. However, we don't all have the courage to confront our dream. Why?<br>
    There are four obstacles. First, we are told from childhood onwards that everything we want is impossible. We grow up with this idea, and as the years accumulate, so too do the layers of prejudice, fear and guilt. There comes a time when our personal calling is so deeply buried in our soul as to be invisible. But it's still there.<br>
    If we have the courage to disinter our dream, we are then faced by the second obstacle: love. We know what we want to do, but are afraid of hurting those around us by abandoning everything by order to pursue our dream. We do not realize that love is just a further impetus, not something that will prevent us going forward, and that those who genuinley wish us well want us to be happy and are prepared to accompany us on that journey.<br>
    Once we have accepted that love is a stimulus, we come up against the third obstacle: fear of the defeats we will meet on the path. We who fight for our dream suffer far more when it doesn't work out, because we cannot fall back on the old excuse, "Oh, well, I didn't really want it anyway." We do want it and know that we staked everything on it and that the path of the personal calling is no easier than any other path, except that our whole heart is in this journey. Then we warriors of light must be prepared to have patience in difficult times and to know that the Universe is conspiring in our favour, even though we may not understand how.<br>
    I ask myself: are defeats necessary? Well, necessary or not, they happen. When we first begin fighting for our dream, we have no experience and make many mistakes. The secret of life, though, is to fall seven times and get up eight times.<br>
    So why is it so important to live our personal calling if we are only going to suffer more than other people? Because once we have overcome the defeats - and we always do - we are filled with a greater sense of euphoria and confidence. In the silence of our hearts, we know that we are proving ourselevs worthy of the miracle of life. Each day, each hour, is part of the good fight. We start to live with enthusiasm and pleasure. Intense, unexpected suffering passes more quickly than suffering that is apparantly bearable; the latter goes on for years and, without our noticing, eats away at our soul, until, one day, we are no longer able to free ourselves from the bitterness and it stays with us for the rest of our lives.<br>
    Having disinterred our dream, having used the power of love to nurture it and spent many years living with the scars, we suddenly notice that what we always wanted is there, waiting for us, perhaps the very next day. Then comes the fourth obstacle: the fear of realizing the dream fo which we have been fighting all our lives.<br>
    Oscar Wilde said that "each man kills the thing he loves." And it's true. The mere possibility of getting what we want fills the soul of the ordinary person with guilt. We look around at all those who have failed to get what they want and feel that we do not deserve to get what we want either. We forget about all the obstacles we overcame, all the suffering we endured, all the things we had to give up in order to get this far. I have known a lot of people who, when their personal calling was within their grasp, wnet on to commit a series of stupid mistakes and reached their goal when it was only a step away.<br>
    This is the most dangerous of the obstacles because it has a kind of saintly aura about it: renouncing joy and conquest. But if you believe yourself worthy of the thing you fought so hard to get, then you become and instrument of God, you help the Soul of the World, and you understand why you are here.'</em>
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* Looking like complete shit due to lack of sleep (3 strangers told me that I looked really tired today when I was doing my Christmas shopping...thanks guys).&lt;br&gt;
* Coming up with a good Christmas pressie is pain in the ass.&lt;br&gt;
* Dealing with jelous female friends/family members is like walking a mine field and the guy has no idea or clue about what is going on... silent female warfare.&lt;br&gt;
* School work doesn't go away just because you are kissing a cute boy, actually it just keeps piling up so you have to get up at 6 to do some work before the boy wakes up.&lt;br&gt;
* Male underwear starts appearing in your laundry.&lt;br&gt;
* Flirting with other men is all of a sudden something bad and evil.&lt;br&gt;
Despite all this I'm still quite content with my life at the moment (minus all my college work) and am looking forward to my last weekend with my lover boy I mean boyfriend...(ok its gonna take some time) before I go back to Sweden for 2 weeks...
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://confessionsofaswedishgirl.blog.co.uk/2006/12/14/relationships~1438383/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>Being a commitment phobic (didn't think I would be but I am...) I have been avoided labelling my little thing with Mr Balls for a couple of weeks, always introducing him by his name, changing subject when people have asked me how long we have been going out and gone into a confused rant when friends have asked me if he is my boyfriend... But last friday at 3 in the morning I had to surrender and am now somebody's girlfriend... Despite this I have decided that nobody is allowed to make a big deal about it... Being single for more than 2 years has made me forget certain things about being in a relationship, some of which are:<br>
* Looking like complete shit due to lack of sleep (3 strangers told me that I looked really tired today when I was doing my Christmas shopping...thanks guys).<br>
* Coming up with a good Christmas pressie is pain in the ass.<br>
* Dealing with jelous female friends/family members is like walking a mine field and the guy has no idea or clue about what is going on... silent female warfare.<br>
* School work doesn't go away just because you are kissing a cute boy, actually it just keeps piling up so you have to get up at 6 to do some work before the boy wakes up.<br>
* Male underwear starts appearing in your laundry.<br>
* Flirting with other men is all of a sudden something bad and evil.<br>
Despite all this I'm still quite content with my life at the moment (minus all my college work) and am looking forward to my last weekend with my lover boy I mean boyfriend...(ok its gonna take some time) before I go back to Sweden for 2 weeks...
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	&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=UUfpCebOmFE"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=UUfpCebOmFE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://confessionsofaswedishgirl.blog.co.uk/2006/12/06/cheesefest~1407613/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>To use dear *N*'s favourite word checkout the ultimate cheesefest, its so tacky, so wrong that its so beautifully perfect that these two people have found each other and that they are experimenting with their creativity together...</p>
	<p><a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=UUfpCebOmFE">http://youtube.com/watch?v=UUfpCebOmFE</a></p>
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://confessionsofaswedishgirl.blog.co.uk/2006/12/05/tired_tired_tired~1405158/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>Although its lovely to have someone special in you life that you can kiss and hug as much as you like I have realised that it has made me look and feel like a ghost. My face is not pale but transparent, the rings under my eyes need more and more make-up for every day that passes away, and I constantly feel like I've only slept 4 hours. On a more positive note I am smiling a lot more and according to some friends I have a bit of a glow... whatever that means...
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Second new experience was going to a comedy club, which isn't really my thing as I'm terrified that they will pick on me and make blonde jokes... But turned out to be fun. Only thing that wasn't fun was my tossing and turning all night long, no sleep for me or Ballsy Boy.
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://confessionsofaswedishgirl.blog.co.uk/2006/11/29/new_experiences~1382229/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>Experienced quite a few new things with Ballsy Boy yesterday. First we went shopping for a shirt (got some trousers in the end too) for his company Christmas party which he has been sweet enough to invite me to... It was weird, usually I go shopping with gays and metrosexuals so to go with somebody who is completely uninterested was a very different. He was very nice and patient though, almost felt like I was (together with the 2 gay sales guys) dressing a Ken doll. The guys and I got very excited and made him try on about 8 different shirts, sweet as he was he didn't complain just smiled and kept turning around (as I had to see his butt...).<br>
Second new experience was going to a comedy club, which isn't really my thing as I'm terrified that they will pick on me and make blonde jokes... But turned out to be fun. Only thing that wasn't fun was my tossing and turning all night long, no sleep for me or Ballsy Boy.
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I'm very stressed. Not about things in the next couple of weeks (except all the people I have to see, in risk of pissing them off if I don't), but about things a few months, my degree, where I'll be, what job I'll end up with, what I'm getting myself into emotionally. Stressed to the point that I had a panic attack friday night. But all is well I'm up and breathing again trying not to worry about things that I can't control anyways. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Mellow&lt;br&gt;
Despite argument on friday acting like the needy relationship person I have failed to relate to during my past single years, Mr Balls still finds me very mellow and understanding. Like I told him I beleive that what is in the past should stay in the past and is no reason to get upset with. Its naive to believe that any person over the age of 18 doesn't come with baggage.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Comfort&lt;br&gt;
Drunken celebrations on friday got out of hand and I tripped, fell and hit my head on the floor. Suspecting a minor cuncusion as head still hurts but will see doctor tomorrow. Also Mr Balls tucked me in last night and gave me the longest hug saying that I just fit.
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://confessionsofaswedishgirl.blog.co.uk/2006/11/27/stress_mellow_and_comfort~1376205/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>Stress<br>
I'm very stressed. Not about things in the next couple of weeks (except all the people I have to see, in risk of pissing them off if I don't), but about things a few months, my degree, where I'll be, what job I'll end up with, what I'm getting myself into emotionally. Stressed to the point that I had a panic attack friday night. But all is well I'm up and breathing again trying not to worry about things that I can't control anyways. </p>
	<p>Mellow<br>
Despite argument on friday acting like the needy relationship person I have failed to relate to during my past single years, Mr Balls still finds me very mellow and understanding. Like I told him I beleive that what is in the past should stay in the past and is no reason to get upset with. Its naive to believe that any person over the age of 18 doesn't come with baggage.</p>
	<p>Comfort<br>
Drunken celebrations on friday got out of hand and I tripped, fell and hit my head on the floor. Suspecting a minor cuncusion as head still hurts but will see doctor tomorrow. Also Mr Balls tucked me in last night and gave me the longest hug saying that I just fit.
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<p> <small> <a href="http://confessionsofaswedishgirl.blog.co.uk/2006/11/27/stress_mellow_and_comfort~1376205/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>]]></content:encoded></default:item><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://confessionsofaswedishgirl.blog.co.uk/2006/11/21/to_do~1354870/"><default:title>To do</default:title><default:link>http://confessionsofaswedishgirl.blog.co.uk/2006/11/21/to_do~1354870/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2006-11-21T21:32:07+01:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;I have a to do list that gets longer and longer, and yet no matter how many things I tick of it doesn't seem to get any shorter. Just an extract...&lt;br&gt;
* Finish proposal document&lt;br&gt;
* Meet *K*, *R*, *A*, *A*&lt;br&gt;
* Call *F*, *N*, *M*, *K*&lt;br&gt;
* Get new phone (old one stolen this weekend)&lt;br&gt;
* Fill out application *XXX*&lt;br&gt;
* Get a biki wax&lt;br&gt;
* Meet *B* for kisses and hugs&lt;br&gt;
* Start thinking about Christmas presents&lt;br&gt;
* Move sofa&lt;br&gt;
* Wash clothes&lt;br&gt;
* RSVP to 3 christmas parties&lt;br&gt;
* Read 10 books for dissertation&lt;br&gt;
And the list goes on and on and on. I like being busy and occupied but this is not fun...
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://confessionsofaswedishgirl.blog.co.uk/2006/11/21/to_do~1354870/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>I have a to do list that gets longer and longer, and yet no matter how many things I tick of it doesn't seem to get any shorter. Just an extract...<br>
* Finish proposal document<br>
* Meet *K*, *R*, *A*, *A*<br>
* Call *F*, *N*, *M*, *K*<br>
* Get new phone (old one stolen this weekend)<br>
* Fill out application *XXX*<br>
* Get a biki wax<br>
* Meet *B* for kisses and hugs<br>
* Start thinking about Christmas presents<br>
* Move sofa<br>
* Wash clothes<br>
* RSVP to 3 christmas parties<br>
* Read 10 books for dissertation<br>
And the list goes on and on and on. I like being busy and occupied but this is not fun...
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://confessionsofaswedishgirl.blog.co.uk/2006/11/19/comfort_and_trust~1346589/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>I did something last night which I havn't been able to do since *X* - I slept in someone's arms all night. It may not sound like a big deal, but I'm a toss and turn sort of person, and am a firm believer in having my own space when I sleep. Fact of the matter is that the only times I slept *X*'s arms was when I was drunk. But last night I wasn't drunk. Its very strange feeling as I havn't known this boy for long at all yet I feel comfortable on so many different levels that I can sleep in his arms all night. I didn't even notice, he was the one who casually mentioned it over breakfast.
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://confessionsofaswedishgirl.blog.co.uk/2006/11/17/baby_baby_baby~1341008/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>Yes I'm embarressed to admit it but in some aspects I'm such a baby. I had a doctors appointment today which required one tiny little blood test which almost sent me into a mini tantrum... As I walked into the room I casually (panically) stated to the guy (who does about 30 blood tests a day) that I hated the sight of blood, needles and the thought of blood being removed from my body with a needle was very scary. He looked at me like I was a freak, and then looked at my journal, and swallowed a laugh (probably when he read that I was 23 not 6). I then sat down, dramatically turned my head in the other direction squeezing my eyes very hard. As he put the needle in I naturally started crying expecting the torture to go on for minutes, so you can imagine my surprise when he was done 2 seconds later. I walked out with arm pounding and was in pain for another 2 hours, question is if it was real pain or a placebo effect (I think the latter). I feel so ashamed and like a real baby. Mr Balls was nice though and promised to kiss away the pain tonight, he's smart that boy knowing what to say, although I'm sure he's laughing just like the rest of you on the inside.
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://confessionsofaswedishgirl.blog.co.uk/2006/11/17/real_friends~1339338/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>The past week has proven to be an emotional rollercoaster. But it has been good because it has shown me who my true friends are and how great Mr Balls is... I'm not a perfect person in any way, but if there is something I take pride in its being a great friend. The thing about friendships is that its so hard to break up with a friend even if the friendship clearly is unhealthy for you. So you tend to stop getting in touch, slowly but surely removing yourself from each others life, always keeping a window open in case you change your mind. But some people are not worth that, which is what I have realised the past week, sometimes you just have to close the window, lock it and never look at it again. There are some people in this city that I really have been there for and the one time when I need to think about myself, my future, deal with crazy things and also fit in college, they get pissed of and make me feel bad. I seriously don't have time to deal with those kind of people right now and have decided to go on a break with some people while I get back on track with my own life.
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The only annoying thing about Borat is that now everybody else (boring English people) are running around London saying things like "High-Five" which of course just ends up sounding really lame. Am really excited about the weekend as I get to see Mr Ballsy which should be fun, also having a pub lunch on Sunday wih some friends and of course some studying...
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://confessionsofaswedishgirl.blog.co.uk/2006/11/10/finally_weekend_time~1316529/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>This week has felt so increadibly long, work just keeps piling up and at the moment I can't even see where the end is... very tiring but I just keep taking deeper and deeper breaths and telling myself that it will all be alright. Went to see Borat on Wednesday which was absolutely hilarious followed by a dinner at the Ledbury, which was fantastic! Best dinner I've had in London I think, still can't get over how good it was!<br>
The only annoying thing about Borat is that now everybody else (boring English people) are running around London saying things like "High-Five" which of course just ends up sounding really lame. Am really excited about the weekend as I get to see Mr Ballsy which should be fun, also having a pub lunch on Sunday wih some friends and of course some studying...
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://confessionsofaswedishgirl.blog.co.uk/2006/11/08/alone_in_my_big_bed~1307339/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>Didn't think that my bed was going to feel so empty. Its amazing how quickly you get used to sharing it with somebody. But as a result of my ridiculously busy week I will be sleeping alone for a few nights... The manly boy keeps surprising me and this can get scary, I mean I love my independant selfish life, and I'm realising that I may have to give up parts of that. *N* told me that he had researched different exhibitions that he could take me to, its so freaking sweet I don't even know what to say. The boy is really making an effort to impress me and I'm falling for it. Poor guy had to sit through History Boys with me yesterday and he didn't complain at all I mean he didn't even admit to thinking that the movie sucked, which it definately did. Awwww
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* I have my own big bed for myself&lt;br&gt;
* I don't have to spend an entire afternoon sorting out a misunderstanding in a email... via text and email (adding x's whereever possible)&lt;br&gt;
* I don't have to sacrifice my yoga class&lt;br&gt;
* I can wear comfortable but ugly underwear&lt;br&gt;
* I can kiss random men
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* I have my own big bed for myself<br>
* I don't have to spend an entire afternoon sorting out a misunderstanding in a email... via text and email (adding x's whereever possible)<br>
* I don't have to sacrifice my yoga class<br>
* I can wear comfortable but ugly underwear<br>
* I can kiss random men
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://confessionsofaswedishgirl.blog.co.uk/2006/11/06/opposites_attract~1301110/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>Spent a lot of my weekend with ballsy boy I saw last week. Am not used to having a guy cycle over half of London to see me in the middle of the night, usually boys will pencil me in between their business meetings and god forbid that you would be out later than 10 pm. So, screwed up me is liking this a lot and trying to get used to all the attention and appreciation, and really trying to not mess it up with my stupid head. But that's impossible, so what's the problem? We are SO different... the boy is as far away from a metrosexual as you can get. Don't think he knows how to spell the words fashion, culture or design, things that are very very important to me and a very big part of my life. Can I really spend so much time with somebody who can never understand very big parts of my life and personality? I know I'm getting ahead of myself and will stop now. All my friends are loving it though, laughing about how I'm gonna be dragged into the wilderness acting like a complete bimbo. Plus they are also loving the fact that I have met somebody who isn't a self absorbed, career obsessed f*ckwit...
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://confessionsofaswedishgirl.blog.co.uk/2006/11/04/he_s_got_balls_alright~1294321/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>My blind date turned out to be quite successful I must say... won't go into detail but the boy is brave, instead of waiting until the end of the evening when we were both drunk and encouraged by all the alcohol, he kissed me in the middle of my main course... now that takes guts.
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	&lt;p&gt;picture from expressen.se
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	<p>picture from expressen.se
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://confessionsofaswedishgirl.blog.co.uk/2006/11/01/another_blind_date~1285513/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>To make up for the unballsy part of me at the moment (read previous post) I think I'm making up for it quite well as I'm going on a blind date tomorrow... Surprisingly (to some) this is not my first blind date, well the other one wasn't really blind since I did get a picture sent to me, but still I think that when you agree to meet somebody very random that you have no connections to what so ever can be classified as a blind date. Now this time I actually know somebody who knows this guy... good start, as we all know how many psychos there are are in this city. And we have cheated a bit by exchanging pictures via e-mail but this is only because I don't want to look like a complete idiot tomorrow calling somebody standing a few feet away from me... I think its pretty damn ballsy of me to do this, well at least a lot of my friends do, and they are quite tough people. This guy also seems to be different from previous men I've dated, instead of taking me to some high end pretentious lounge bar he is taking me to a place that specialises in beer... sounds like this one is a mans man... it shall be very interesting to see how the little fashionista inside of me will handle this one... will I even dare look at his shoes <img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0"></p>
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So many scary things, so many possibilities, yet such little courage and guts...&lt;br&gt;
Go on girlie grab those horns and get it over and done with!&lt;br&gt;
Ok... but how about I start tomorrow?&lt;br&gt;
Yeah right.... bullsh*t....
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://confessionsofaswedishgirl.blog.co.uk/2006/11/01/go_on_grab_the_bulls_by_the_horns~1283095/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>A swedish expression which is very applicable to many things I have to sort out in my life at the moment but don't really have the guts to do. Things like seriously starting to think about what I REALLY want to and will do in a few months. Make that one phone call and find out what the f*ck is going on instead of sending a text. Write that report and let it be as amzing as it could be. Apply for those jobs that seem so impossible and scary. Tell that one person what I really think and feel about everything. Take a chance, tet myself go and actually start enjoying something that could be amazing.<br>
So many scary things, so many possibilities, yet such little courage and guts...<br>
Go on girlie grab those horns and get it over and done with!<br>
Ok... but how about I start tomorrow?<br>
Yeah right.... bullsh*t....
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://confessionsofaswedishgirl.blog.co.uk/2006/10/30/i_don_t_speak_mute~1277044/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>Saturday night was interesting in many different ways, but one of the weirdest things that happened that night was being hit on by a Scottish boy. He was very sweet and I could tell he kind of liked me but he was so shy and so werid. I would talk and he would just sit there and stare at me. At first I asked him if there was anything wrong, and he said no you are lovely. After a while of being stared at and feeling pretty damn stupid I asked again if there was anything wrong and when he repeated the whole you are lovely thing again I said that he was making me feel really uncomfortable he just smiled and stared. I've noticed this behaviour amoungst british men previously and I don't get it. I don't speak mute and I always end up feeling like a freaking circus clown. So after about 30 minutes I started talking to somebody else and I saw that it pissed him off, but the hell was I gonna do? I'm not a one woman show.
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