<?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-5884239455344108611</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:01:59.072-08:00</updated><category term='Zumba Fitness day life'/><category term='proud'/><category term='weightloss'/><category term='accomplish'/><category term='workout'/><title type='text'>The Days of Swammie</title><subtitle type='html'>In this blog there will be posted a lot of different stuff on what's going on now and then with me.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysofswammie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884239455344108611/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysofswammie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Swammie McMuffin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01847017976773913121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HrXaNbZNJ48/TCvl4bdm9II/AAAAAAAAAhc/NLBehH5qMBo/S220/101_0158.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884239455344108611.post-7840821441195363694</id><published>2010-05-28T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T15:01:07.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why me...</title><content type='html'>Yeh, I thought getting back to work and all was supposed to make the day great. Finally back earning for my living, and with a better pay per hour.&lt;br /&gt;I was just watching South Park online, like any other might do on a calm afternoon, when I suddenly heard the doorbell ring. I wasn't expecting anyone so it was quite a surprise to see some stranger standing outside there. It took a few seconds to realize it was one of Skogn's many alcohol loving creatures, knocking and ringing the hell out of my doorbell.&lt;br /&gt;My first though was to go to the living room window and drew the blinds there so that if he came around to that side he wouldn't be able to see me sitting there. After it quiet down a bit I could hear the doorbell ring upstairs at grampa's door, but at that time I wasn't sure if he went to the door or not, though I thought so because I did hear him get up. Shortly after that again, someone was knocking on my window. I was begging inside my head for them to go away, but when it started at my front door again I got scared and thought as far as to where I had different knives in case they got in. I know there was more than one because I heard talking, and one person can't ring both doorbells here at once (this was confirmed later as well).&lt;br /&gt;I finally decided to call someone n it ended up being sis, which i texted first, but called right after. I told her what was going on and she told mum, who got up right away. I was crying at that time, and unfortunately they had left once she came here.&lt;br /&gt;They somewhat wrecked the outer door leading to the stairs down to my front door, but grampa fixed it, so whether it should be reported to the police or something will be up to him, but both him and mum told me to call the police right away if they ever come like that again. And I will. Like I'm not paranoid enough about other(s) stuff already...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884239455344108611-7840821441195363694?l=daysofswammie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysofswammie.blogspot.com/feeds/7840821441195363694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://daysofswammie.blogspot.com/2010/05/why-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884239455344108611/posts/default/7840821441195363694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884239455344108611/posts/default/7840821441195363694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysofswammie.blogspot.com/2010/05/why-me.html' title='Why me...'/><author><name>Swammie McMuffin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01847017976773913121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HrXaNbZNJ48/TCvl4bdm9II/AAAAAAAAAhc/NLBehH5qMBo/S220/101_0158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884239455344108611.post-7818956660048921832</id><published>2010-05-27T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T14:54:26.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Strike</title><content type='html'>It's over. Tomorrow from 06.00 it's officially over, and all of us heads back to clean our areas likke normal. You might think it's a sad thing that it didn't last that long, but trust me. I actually feel bad for the places I haven't been to work at, and it sucks to know that there will be a lot to catch up on tomorrow. But still I think it's better that we finally get back. We don't get our regular salary during strikes, and we sit around outside out work places, supposedly pushing fliers onto people who walk by. That's not really me. I  don't mind talking to people about it, but I know that 99,9% of those who will pass and maybe even talk to us, don't want that extra piece of paper anyways. There should be a 'refresh' when it comes to this idea about spreading the word. And heck, barely any of us knew why or exactly what we were striking for in the first place, so if someone decided to try and debate us a little bit we were pretty much clueless.&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad I  don't have to sit outside Bunnpris tomorrow though, all by myself, but instead go there and clean the place up so I can earn my living and get my bills payed for the next month as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malin, Aaron, Kenan and Sander was here today. It was a nice visit, even though Aaron is a bit ill nowadays. Guess it can't be helped really. Kenan and Sander sat around playing wii most of the time, biting at how each of them play etc. I must admit Kenan is the worst one there, trying to get his hands on the remote most of the time. Malin and Aaron stuck around a bit after the boys had left and we had dinner together; chicken and rice. Yes, it was a bit dry, but in these kind of situations ketchup works just fine. Can't wait untill I get more money *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But until then I have work in the morning and should be getting to bed now. I'm planning on actually managing some breakfast before I go tomorrow so cross your fingers I actually get to that goal as well ^^ good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Swan~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884239455344108611-7818956660048921832?l=daysofswammie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysofswammie.blogspot.com/feeds/7818956660048921832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://daysofswammie.blogspot.com/2010/05/strike.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884239455344108611/posts/default/7818956660048921832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884239455344108611/posts/default/7818956660048921832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysofswammie.blogspot.com/2010/05/strike.html' title='The Strike'/><author><name>Swammie McMuffin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01847017976773913121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HrXaNbZNJ48/TCvl4bdm9II/AAAAAAAAAhc/NLBehH5qMBo/S220/101_0158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884239455344108611.post-7574032887249144201</id><published>2010-05-25T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T15:40:48.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm sorry...</title><content type='html'>I am sorry if any of my readers falls into a shock now, but I am indeed still alive and kickin' ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the main reason I haven't been blogging since the last time you actually got to read something on here is because I felt that I was failing you all, and myself and so on.. never been the one to think highly of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I have not been making much of an effort, when it comes to me changing my life, since the end of February, which was when I ended up a week away from work because I got the stomach flu. Not a happy week, even though I only threw up once. Ugh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuff has been a little up and a little down since there and if I had blogged a little more often, because I can't remember everything that has been going on since February lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I did get an appointment at the hospital in the beginning of may, which went very well. I first had a chat with a nutritionist about my eating habits in the past and possible future habits and such. And of course, a bit about the habit change course that I might get to be a part of in August. I really hope they will sign me up for that =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, really short and simple this post. But it's late, and even though I  don't have work in the morning because of the god damn STRIKE!! I still get tired around this hour anyways, which is a good thing. We have not much reason to be up in the middle of the night anyways :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Swan~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884239455344108611-7574032887249144201?l=daysofswammie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysofswammie.blogspot.com/feeds/7574032887249144201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://daysofswammie.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-sorry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884239455344108611/posts/default/7574032887249144201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884239455344108611/posts/default/7574032887249144201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysofswammie.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-sorry.html' title='I&apos;m sorry...'/><author><name>Swammie McMuffin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01847017976773913121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HrXaNbZNJ48/TCvl4bdm9II/AAAAAAAAAhc/NLBehH5qMBo/S220/101_0158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884239455344108611.post-8895313458407224071</id><published>2010-02-08T13:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T13:57:37.742-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zumba Fitness day life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='workout'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weightloss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='proud'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='accomplish'/><title type='text'>Good News</title><content type='html'>Had my doctor's appointment today and glory glory, I HAVE LOST 5KG IN 4 WEEKS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who on earth would have thought so? Not me, that's for sure. But obviously I am doing things in some right way since I am not gaining weight. And it feels so good when you accomplish  things in life like this. So good. And the best part is, people, that I have not had help through any medicines of any sort, just a simple change of different habits and stuff. It's hard to follow through 110%, but as long as I am not gaining weight then I am happy. And if I crack one day then it's no biggie, because there will be a new day tomorrow and it's so very important to not give up, even if you have your bad moments. We are only human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that I have just had a 20 min of zumba, and i think I am gonna try to have set days where I do that, even if it's not every day. Either way it helps, and so does the walk me and my aunt have every morning after work :3 thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, so good night to you :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Swan~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884239455344108611-8895313458407224071?l=daysofswammie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysofswammie.blogspot.com/feeds/8895313458407224071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://daysofswammie.blogspot.com/2010/02/good-news.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884239455344108611/posts/default/8895313458407224071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884239455344108611/posts/default/8895313458407224071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysofswammie.blogspot.com/2010/02/good-news.html' title='Good News'/><author><name>Swammie McMuffin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01847017976773913121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HrXaNbZNJ48/TCvl4bdm9II/AAAAAAAAAhc/NLBehH5qMBo/S220/101_0158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884239455344108611.post-5885235715503201769</id><published>2010-02-07T12:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T13:40:21.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!</title><content type='html'>Hello guys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it has been about 4 weeks since I last posted anything here, and the reason is simple:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I haven't felt much like blogging-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I do so lets see if we can get some information pumped into this post, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start off with the diet I have been on since last time I posted now. I can simply say it has not been much of a success really. Motivation has lowered a little after the first week, I have eaten a few things on the list that I was not supposed to eat really, I have cracked and I should have exercised more than I did up till now. But at least I have not gained weight, I have still lost a little bit (almost 3kg) since last doctors appointment, and I don't see failure in that because I have not given up even if the diet got too extreme for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the happier front I have received a letter from the hospital saying that due to recommendation from my doctor I am now under evaluation to join this weight reduction group, something I am looking forward to be a part of really. Even if it was just for the opportunity to meet other people who are in the same boat as I am, and work with them kinda =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the lesser part again, cleaning company that I work for lost a 4 mill contract in which one of the stores I clean at was included. So now I'm looking at the possibility of losing my job. Good or bad? I'm not sure. Maybe this is my chance to drop that wet mop and move towards other directions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But enough pondering about that because today has been a great day :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                      My Birthday!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wasn't sitting at home all alone either :3 Lena, Frode, Kristin and Bjørnar came and 'kidnapped' me, treating me to dinner at Plaza Mexico. So sweet of them. It made my heart warm and happy. Thank you once again &lt;3 It really means a lot to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I think I'll call it a night ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Swan~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884239455344108611-5885235715503201769?l=daysofswammie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysofswammie.blogspot.com/feeds/5885235715503201769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://daysofswammie.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884239455344108611/posts/default/5885235715503201769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884239455344108611/posts/default/5885235715503201769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysofswammie.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-birthday.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!'/><author><name>Swammie McMuffin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01847017976773913121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HrXaNbZNJ48/TCvl4bdm9II/AAAAAAAAAhc/NLBehH5qMBo/S220/101_0158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884239455344108611.post-3274902060187938056</id><published>2010-01-17T14:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T14:34:07.387-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The first week has come to an end</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and I must admit that it has been a hard week at that. It's getting a little bit better though. But being without all that I am very used to being allowed, and able to eat every day has poked a hole in my feeling of 'fullness'. Didn't help that I was broke until Thursday either, but now I have lots of vegetables in my fridge and food I am allowed to eat for the three next weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday my sister/w fam. came over for a tiny post-Christmas eve since economical issues made me unable to get them all presents for Christmas. And they were all happy about it, which is nice :3 Pity I didn't take any pictures of the "event".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And talking about pictures ^^; I will add those I was gonna add earlier..tonight ^^;;; sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my grand weight loss round number price :DDDD I got :DDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GUITAR HERO WORLD TOUR FOR MY WII&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and its awesome of course x3 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So until next blogger time~  ~Swan~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HrXaNbZNJ48/S1OO7kxWQ5I/AAAAAAAAAcU/FR9YrTbRMAM/s1600-h/000_0010%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; 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width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HrXaNbZNJ48/S1OO8J0jAKI/AAAAAAAAAck/kL31bPZi_1c/s200/000_0012%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427839139991191714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HrXaNbZNJ48/S1OO8dmjlHI/AAAAAAAAAcs/m8CP6z8pCBU/s1600-h/000_0013%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HrXaNbZNJ48/S1OO8dmjlHI/AAAAAAAAAcs/m8CP6z8pCBU/s200/000_0013%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427839145301218418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/5884239455344108611-3274902060187938056?l=daysofswammie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysofswammie.blogspot.com/feeds/3274902060187938056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://daysofswammie.blogspot.com/2010/01/first-week-has-come-to-end.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884239455344108611/posts/default/3274902060187938056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884239455344108611/posts/default/3274902060187938056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysofswammie.blogspot.com/2010/01/first-week-has-come-to-end.html' title='The first week has come to an end'/><author><name>Swammie McMuffin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01847017976773913121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HrXaNbZNJ48/TCvl4bdm9II/AAAAAAAAAhc/NLBehH5qMBo/S220/101_0158.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HrXaNbZNJ48/S1OO7kxWQ5I/AAAAAAAAAcU/FR9YrTbRMAM/s72-c/000_0010%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884239455344108611.post-8888109166809563820</id><published>2010-01-11T13:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T14:24:41.479-08:00</updated><title type='text'>4-week crazy anti-sugar addiction diet</title><content type='html'>Yes, you read it right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the doctor today for my weight loss appointment and GLORY GLORY, I have lost 8 kg since I started getting help :3 &lt;br /&gt;From 128-120 in two months, so god damn I'm proud of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to explain the title of this entry a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a diet for only 4 weeks. After that my doctor is going to help me slowly adjust tit to contain more bread and meat and other things in which I am not to eat right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- No potato products, rice, pasta, grain products, milk products, fruits or alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Dinner: Fish min 3 times a week, white meat (chicken and pork) Vegetables (not boiled too much)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Breakfast: Eggs, ham and tomato, or salad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Drink: Water, tea and coffee. No sugar free soda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Walk/bike/exercise 20-30 minutes every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's me for the next 4 weeks. For the purpose of getting the sugar/carbohydrates out of my body :3 And I think this is very exciting. Thank fitness for Zumba xDDD;;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend My sister, Malin, and Aaron slept over : D that was very cozy and I  do have a few pictures I thought I would post but I can't find the usb for my photo camera, but I will look for it tomorrow and put them up then. Only about 5 or so :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late now. I should go to bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PMS suxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Swan~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884239455344108611-8888109166809563820?l=daysofswammie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysofswammie.blogspot.com/feeds/8888109166809563820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://daysofswammie.blogspot.com/2010/01/4-week-crazy-anti-sugar-addiction-diet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884239455344108611/posts/default/8888109166809563820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884239455344108611/posts/default/8888109166809563820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysofswammie.blogspot.com/2010/01/4-week-crazy-anti-sugar-addiction-diet.html' title='4-week crazy anti-sugar addiction diet'/><author><name>Swammie McMuffin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01847017976773913121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HrXaNbZNJ48/TCvl4bdm9II/AAAAAAAAAhc/NLBehH5qMBo/S220/101_0158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884239455344108611.post-746032908352813882</id><published>2010-01-06T11:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T12:10:27.912-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zumba Fitness day life'/><title type='text'>Zumba Day~</title><content type='html'>Today I really got a taste of what it is like to work out with Zumba Fitness. And even though it has just been a day, or rather 20 minutes of it I can tell this might even be here to stay. I usually end up getting bored before the whole exercise is over, but I didn't have time to get tot hat part before it was suddenly over. It's fun and you learn some basic latin dance steps on the way :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HrXaNbZNJ48/S0TpUnyTITI/AAAAAAAAAcM/WDXQYCkZTvE/s1600-h/zumbaFitnessLogo_398px.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 136px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HrXaNbZNJ48/S0TpUnyTITI/AAAAAAAAAcM/WDXQYCkZTvE/s200/zumbaFitnessLogo_398px.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423716391747526962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="style13"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zumba™&lt;/strong&gt; combines high energy and motivating music with unique moves and combinations that allow the Zumba participants to dance ahiway their worries. It is based on the principle that a workout should be "FUN AND EASY TO DO" in order for Zumba participants to stick to the Zumba fitness program to achieve long-term health benefits. Zumba is not only great for the body, but is also great for the mind. It is a "feel-happy" workout.&lt;/span&gt;                 &lt;p&gt; &lt;span class="style13"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="style13"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zumba™&lt;/strong&gt; is a fusion of Latin and International music - dance themes creating a dynamic, exciting, effective fitness system! The routines feature aerobic/fitness interval training with a combination of fast and slow rhythms that tone and sculpt the body. Zumba utilizes the principals of fitness interval training and resistance training to maximize caloric output, fat burning and total body toning. It is a mixture of body sculpting movements with easy to follow dance steps." ( http://www.sammyskins.com/massage/zumbaFitness.html )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So check it out guys :3 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today has been quite a regular day though. Getting up early, going to work, trying to get the door opener lock to work for ten minutes before the key would turn so I could get into the store and away from the cold, cleaned and moved to the next store, got home and had breakfast, slept a little too long, woke up and had a little bit something to eat again, doing some internetting until it was time to work out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That is my day so far xD Think im gonna try to draw a little after I post this. I seriously have to get a grip in that department&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;~Swan~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884239455344108611-746032908352813882?l=daysofswammie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysofswammie.blogspot.com/feeds/746032908352813882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://daysofswammie.blogspot.com/2010/01/zumba-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884239455344108611/posts/default/746032908352813882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884239455344108611/posts/default/746032908352813882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysofswammie.blogspot.com/2010/01/zumba-day.html' title='Zumba Day~'/><author><name>Swammie McMuffin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01847017976773913121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HrXaNbZNJ48/TCvl4bdm9II/AAAAAAAAAhc/NLBehH5qMBo/S220/101_0158.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HrXaNbZNJ48/S0TpUnyTITI/AAAAAAAAAcM/WDXQYCkZTvE/s72-c/zumbaFitnessLogo_398px.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884239455344108611.post-1877278740914820417</id><published>2010-01-05T10:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T11:59:58.159-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010</title><content type='html'>Yes it is :o, so lets see how many times I do not blog this year xD;;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still alive though and well. Have gained a little bit of weight over Christmas, but not actually as much as I thought I would. Was sure I was back at the beginning, but no xD I was just back at the middle point, but I have doctors appointment on Monday at 12, so we'll see if I can push up some results until then as well. It has been quite the change since I failed at my own attempt in weight loss, and sadly I gained more than the weight I blogged about when I took my first step on doing this, but I was 128kg, on my way to 129kg and when you get to that point its very very scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once that was a fact, and since I was getting my flu shot anyways, I also got an appointment to get some help with losing weight. I was very, very nervous about the first time and brought my mother along as support. It was not a very proud Jannicke sitting in that chair and talking to the doctor, but I didn't feel places in a booth or anything like I first had thought I would feel. So he ordered me to stop with most of the meat and instead turn my meals over to the fish and chicken department. Cakes and sweets and snacks would have to be replaces with healthier alternatives, and the frozen pizza's were not on the shopping list anymore. He also gave me a schedule where I was to write down what I ate, how much I ate, date and time for the meal, where I ate it and if I ate with someone or not, and what mood I was in when eating it. And on top of that I would have to integrate 30 minutes of exercise days a week, which has failed a little bit. But so has me staying away from snacks now and then xD;;; heh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And them came Christmas.. and whoop my weight pushed up a little bit, but what to expect with minimal exercise and maybe a little too much of the good foods x3;;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Christmas was good though :3 Celebrated it with mt sister, brother in law and their son together, Aaron &lt;3 A very sweet evening indeed, with good dinner, no room for dessert and a good, cuddly time with the presents after a bit of rest and tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my gift list from the evening of unwrappingness:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Lava lamp - from Roy Martin&lt;br /&gt;- Nice top/shirt - Aunt Åse and Jorulf&lt;br /&gt;- 200,- gift card - Daddy and Mona ++&lt;br /&gt;- Perfume, body spray - Liz and Ulv&lt;br /&gt;- Jeans, The Sims 3 World Adventures - Mum, Kenan and Sander =3 &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;- 300,- - Grampa&lt;br /&gt;- 200,- - Gramma&lt;br /&gt;- Tea light holder, Christmas Photo - Annveig/co&lt;br /&gt;- Ball light on a plate - Uncle Per and Elin (I think xD;; )&lt;br /&gt;- Donkeyboy - Caught in a life, Christmas picture - Malin, Morten &amp;amp; Kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that was all xD;; so if you see yourself missing here then please let me know because I do not mean to forget to thank anyone &gt;: But thank you for the gifts :333 Hope everyone had a good Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On New Years Eve, after much up and about I finally arrived at a friend's place, and it was so much stress beforehand. I almost didn't think I would be able to get there, and was so close to a breakdown because Beate had already spent Christmas alone and I had promised her I would come and celebrate New Years with her. But thank to mum, you are too precious sometimes, I got there eventually. We ate chicken filè with rice and sauce to it. Delicious yum yum. Wish I had taken photos, but sadly.. I suck.&lt;br /&gt;After dinner we watched a little bit of tv and stuff, munching on snacks before it was time to head out. And since she lives downtown this was gonna be my first (as I know) time celebrating New Years there, and not with my family of any kind. But the fireworks were pretty and it was cozy to just walk around here and there until we started freezing our asses off and just decided to go back home where the evening slowly set off to playing wii until out eyes could barely stay open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that we are in the year of 2010 I am looking forwards to some changes, mostly in myself though I wish there would be changes elsewhere as well. No need to say where though, but I doubt it will happen any time soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekly weight update will restart on Monday again, because I still want to share this journey with those who wish to read it. Maybe I can inspire others to take the step as well :3 At least I have managed so with my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She adviced me to try Zumba Fitness. And omg, just watching how it has worked on her I feel the download of the programme as well is totally worth it. So I worked through the 50 min introduction tonight and will start with the 20 min exercise tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will try to go deep inside myself and blog more often, with pictures as well. I do use my mobile blog for pictures sometimes though. http://loxera933.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So untill next time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Swan~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884239455344108611-1877278740914820417?l=daysofswammie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysofswammie.blogspot.com/feeds/1877278740914820417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://daysofswammie.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884239455344108611/posts/default/1877278740914820417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884239455344108611/posts/default/1877278740914820417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysofswammie.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010.html' title='2010'/><author><name>Swammie McMuffin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01847017976773913121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HrXaNbZNJ48/TCvl4bdm9II/AAAAAAAAAhc/NLBehH5qMBo/S220/101_0158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884239455344108611.post-4881625361155195842</id><published>2009-10-04T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T10:18:16.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tough Love</title><content type='html'>hi.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be life-updating my blog tomorrow, giving the proper weight loss updates etc then. But right now I felt like blogging this story me and 'eshh' wrote a good while back. Hell I don't even know if eshh is still with us because there has been no word for over a year. But anyways, here is the story. Ignore typos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;eshh&gt;"Try this," Jonesy smirked, wrapping a few small pieces of chicken in the naan bread, before handing it to the younger male. Snickering slightly, he added in the same dismissive tone, "And if that's too much, they got French toast and regular breakfast as well."&lt;br /&gt;Watching the shorter teen for a moment before he turned to face the swarthy-haired male, sitting cross-legged on the couch he just barely managed to fit on, the brunette found himself just grinning stupidly as he eyed someone taken. Normally he had to feign this much interest - and normally out of boredom as well - but he had a feeling that nothing short of kicking him in the groin would melt the almost goofy expression on his face. He was actually preparing for when Kaio would come over, though in reality that might never happen, as he continued after swallowing, "Oh yeah, I was serious about you teaching me to cook."&lt;br /&gt;That didn't mean he'd ever try if Kaio wasn't in a mile radius of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;swanheart19&gt;Kaio narrowed his eyes a little, feeling a tiny alert pop up in the back of his head. After all this was Jonesy, but again it was Jonesy so what could it hurt? "I know… and I was serious about you coming over so I can teach you those evenings we have time to... “He nodded and shifted a bit closer to him to reach for the piece that was served him by the other. Of course he was serious as well. And spending evening with Jonesy seemed like a lot of fun as well. "Thank you..." he nodded and took the bread thingy, studying it for a little before taking a bite. He looked quite neutral on the taste until he had swallowed, where his lips curled up a smile. "This is great..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;eshh&gt;"Told you so," The brunette snickered before handing him another roll of bread, this time filled with a green substance, almost like spinach though that wasn't one of the ingredients. "Completely vegetable, not as spicy, though the chicken's not really spicy to begin with, but this has got um... Mushrooms, lettuce... Couple other veggies and cheese."&lt;br /&gt;He didn't know, but it tasted good so Jonesy didn't care. He wasn't one to judge appearances, which was rather odd on how his philosophy didn't quite stretch to people as well, since he was admittedly materialistic to a point. Snickering slightly as he polished a few more bites of their breakfast, pausing only to sip his coffee, he suddenly paled and turned to the younger male, his eyes wide in realization. "Wait you mean the kitchen in Bean Coffee?!"&lt;br /&gt;And all this time they were both talking about how 'serious' they both were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;swanheart19&gt;"Unless you want to come all the way out to my place... outside town... on the other way of the forest, up on that hill..." he chuckled, eating the next piece like it was nothing, Where else would they cook? Home at Jonesy's miniature kitchen or easy bake oven? Not really much of an option there. "You know… for real cooking there is required quite some space... and... thinking back to your apartment there would be need for some drastic changes there is you were ever to actually cook a real and proper dinner meal fully from the bottom... sure, a ready-made pack which you can boil in water for ten minutes also works, but the food tastes much better if you do almost all the work yourself.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;eshh&gt;"But... I don't want you to lose your job," The older male laughed, grinning madly though he was completely serious. If he did not set something on fire in the kitchen, it would be the first time in his entire life. Jonesy would probably have to call his mother, just to hear her faint. The woman had, after all, rather stupidly actually, asked her son to help her repeatedly in the kitchen, hence the fire fighters being only too wary when coming to their neighborhood. "So fine, I'll come to your house. Wait..."&lt;br /&gt;Making a face as he took another sip of ice coffee, he grumbled, "There's a bus that goes there right? I won't have to... Walk or... Bike... Right?"&lt;br /&gt;It was like he was faced with a fate worse than death, and if he ended up having another little incident on a bike, he'd choose death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;swanheart19&gt;Kaio laughed and shook his head. "No, there is no bus yet... but rumors has it there will be set up a bust stop not too far from my house... but still you would have to either bike or walk... unless you could convince your cousin to give you a lift out there... I'm lucky if I get him to bother driving out there to see me at times... because I’m usually the one coming to town... so yeah... or maybe you could sit on the back of the bike when I’m going home... the options aren't that few... but the bus ion not one yet." Why was it that the other seemed pale with the mention of something that would give a little exercise except for dancing. It wasn't that far... anymore. Not to Kaio at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;eshh&gt;"Um... Maybe we should worry about you getting another job because I want these lessons and... That won't work. The last time Peter saw me in an apron... Did not go too well." A rather devious smirk formed on the brunette's lips before they wrapped around a long stick of break, biting off the piece of his sandwich before he rested his head on the cushion, once more nearly falling off. Chairs weren't meant to be sat on in such a position. "It was hilarious. I was helping my mom bake a... Chocolate cake, yeah that was it - in the kitchen, so Petey-boy comes in 'cuz that was summer. We were always at each others houses in summer. So, I'm covered in icing because I put the stuff in the blender, and he comes in, just doesn't believe it, and..."&lt;br /&gt;He stopped to chew his chicken, his expression never changing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;swanheart19&gt;"I practically own the place... and you know... keep a fire extinguisher close and small fires can be put out before they burn down the house... Believe me, I've helped out some people that ended up turning off the fire alarm after a while of cooking because they were so used to it going off all the time... now they don't have much of that problem anymore... So it's possible..." he giggled and reached for his ice tea, taking a big sip from it. He could just picture himself spraying down Jonesy because his hair caught fire or something. A little bit of cartoony of course or the picture would be horrifying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;eshh&gt;"Yeah, but I have no way to get to your house," Jonesy grumbled, watching the younger male as if hypnotized before taking a napkin and wiping the side of his friend's mouth, removing a dab of buttered chicken on the side of the teen's perfectly shaped lips, shrugging slightly. Absently he added with a shrug, "You had a bit of something there. Anyway, if Peter here's I'm going anywhere near a /real/ oven again, he'd laugh his lungs out of his mouth I guarantee you. Kevin actually thinks I have a phobia of them."&lt;br /&gt;Rolling his eyes, he took another bite of his meal before continuing. "But yes, mister Miracle Worker Munchkin-boy, I demand that we get these lessons some how, and since both our houses aren't good -"&lt;br /&gt;He made a face. "Why not rent a hotel room or something? I don't want you losing your job so the first lesson will definitely not be at Bean Coffee."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;swanheart19&gt;He looked down at the plate in deep thought. Jonesy was kinda right though. The Coffee Bean was not the place to test and learn when the chance for high burning accidents were more than 50% possible. Then a bell rang. "Wait, I have this old out house at the far back of my garden... we could spray the inner side with some anti burning spray... it would last us through one lesson at least.. and we wouldn't risk burning down a hotel instead… because I’m pretty sure that would be a bigger loss than my job..." he grinned and looked up at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;eshh&gt;Gasping dramatically, Jonesy couldn't help but snicker before he added, "I thought you were the one who could work miracles. I figured we would just burn down the kitchenette area of the hotel instead of the whole thing, since you seem to have so much experience with hopeless cooks, Munchkin." Sipping on his ice coffee, the brunette tried to adjust his position into something more comfortable before he twisted himself the wrong way and let out an 'oof.' His head landing on the younger male's lap, the coffee on the ground, he muttered, "Sorry about that..."&lt;br /&gt;Yet, he didn't move, instead sighing audibly, he snuggled closer and added, "I still can't get there. Bikes are evil, you know that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;swanheart19&gt;He looked down at him with his sparkling green yellowish eyes and smiled more, stroking his fingers gently through his hair a little bit. "You know what... We'll work that out when we find a time for the first lesson.. who knows, maybe the bus has got a route up there by then... or maybe I should just apply to school and move downtown as well... who would trade q quiet place in the country for a small flat in the city anyways..." His grin turned sarcastic and he slowly brushed Jonesy's bangs in front of his eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;eshh&gt;"Hey, you're supposed to brush them away!" Jonesy whined, though didn't move in protest, just attempted to blow his bangs out of his eyes, still smiling up at the younger male before nuzzling himself closer to the black-haired teen. Moving his hand up so he could tweak Kaio in the nose, he chuckled and added, "Don't be like that. You sound like school's such a bad thing... Or impossible. I'm pretty sure you'll get through the first year before me learning how to cook, and then you can live with me and Petey!"&lt;br /&gt;Chuckling lightly as a blush crept on his cheeks, he added with a tad bit more composure, "While I make films of you two and paste them on YouTube."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;swanheart19&gt;He giggled sweetly and brushed the hair away again, looking down at him. "well... do I look like Paris Hilton to you.. and if you call me skinny again I will pour the nearest hot sauce within  reach into your eyes as well as down your throat because I am not that skinny.." he poked his nose. "So... do they have cooking courses here on this school then.. I’m not sure I would remember if you mentioned them back there..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;eshh&gt;"No, you don't look like Paris Hilton. You are so much sexier," Jonesy cooed, puckering his lips to make mock-kissy sounds at the younger male who he was resting on before the waiter in. Gesturing to Farhan, he asked him to bring him another drink and apologized sincerely though he didn't move from his position on his cousin's boyfriend's lap, just staring up at Kaio's chin, which he suddenly had the urge to kiss. Wait, what!? "Actually, yeah they do have classes, but I can't... Take them. I went to see the head of the Economics Department last term, and we were talking in that big... Kitchen place for classes, and I broke a blender... She sorta banned me from classes until I became a chef or something."&lt;br /&gt;He could only laugh nervously before Farhan through a wet tissue at his face. "Next time get up when you say sorry Eli-babe or I won't put the drink on the house."&lt;br /&gt;"Love you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;swanheart19&gt;Of course he knew he was far more sexy than Paris. Any guy who actually liked her was straight and with bad imagination. Kaio was under neither of those so he clearly did not like her either. "well I didn't mean classes for you silly... I’m seriously thinking about getting my ass back to school before it's too late. And with the skills, experience and love for it, why not add chef to my aced diploma..." he chuckled and took a look at the time before looking back at him. "You know... I really should be going soon... I don't eat much fro breakfast and I should probably eat a little bit along with  Peter as well..." he tried, not really urging to go deep inside, but knowing he could not take too long either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;eshh&gt;"Oh... Oh yeah, I'm sorry I kept you so long," Jonesy muttered, forcing a laugh before he sat up, careful not to step o the still damp floor while he looked down at the shorter male, looking at what he still had to snack on. "But sure, think about getting to school. There are probably a ton of other places better than U.W. that provide the same classes, but... You know... U.W.'s not that expensive so... Aha..."&lt;br /&gt;Laughing lightly before turning away embarrassed, he sighed audibly and said, "I had Farhan get a burger for Peter, you know, what he likes, no pickle and everything. There should be enough for both of you 'cuz Farhan seems to like you." With a sense of finality, he added, "I'll take care of the bill."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;swanheart19&gt;Kaio got up and stretched a little since they had been sitting for quite a while now. "Really? Well... um... thank you then. I'll treat you the next time so don't disappear under ground, eh? I'll be hunting you down with a pan then." he giggled and grabbed his bag, swinging it around the shoulder before stuffing the ready and packed meal in it. "Hey, maybe you could grab some applications for me and such. You know..." Or maybe that was quite a clever way of 'randomly' seeing him again, then with the need of exchanging material to continue studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;eshh&gt;"Sure!" Jonesy replied, a little too quickly. "I'll see you at work tonight, if that's alright with you?"&lt;br /&gt;He sounded hopeful, though by the end of it, his senses had returned to some extent, allowing the brunette to lean back unto the cushioned chair before his cell phone started beeping. Flicking it open as he received a message, he pocketed it and added, "Then I'll disappear forever so I get to see you running around flying a frying pan."&lt;br /&gt;Tipping a wink at the younger male, he waved at him lightly before adding just for the sake of needing to talk to his new-found friend, "Ah... Er... Say hi to Petey for me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;swanheart19&gt;He just smiled and left the nice, little dining place. Never had he enjoyed breakfast like that. Or at least not in quite a while. He couldn't even remember the last time, though it had been with someone nice back then. Picking up his phone he dialed Peter’s number to tell him he was on his way now. Only thing disturbing him a little bit was a few beeps in the other end before the busy signal sounded. And it happened twice. "Hmm... that's strange... oh well I guess I’ll surprise him instead then.." he smiled to himself and wandered if, managing to reach the bus that was headed down town just as it was about to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;eshh&gt;The point was, Peter didn't want to speak to the lying, back-stabbing bitch he had for a boyfriend, who had lied to him for more than a few hours, especially since he hadn't returned any of his calls to his house phone. If the black-haired male never saw his bitch again, he wouldn't care less, but then again, there wouldn't be any fun. Had he not known the password to his boyfriend's answering machine, Kaio would find a least half a dozen unanswered calls and slurred massages, since even drunken men could press the redial button on a phone over and over again. In his drunken state, the only thing Peter could remember was that the slut hadn't replied, and he even in the morning he dared keep him waiting. Kaio should have learned by now to be early, but he had better hurry if he wanted to be in only two pieces by the end of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;swanheart19&gt;Kaio watched light pole by light pole pass until finally it was his stop and he got off. There was something in the air though, something that made him shrink a little as he slowly walked down the street where Peter's house lay waiting in the end of it. "oh well... he didn't sound too bad on the text messages… maybe its a good day..2 he quietly told himself and reached the house. The door was locked so he pressed the doorbell twice like he always did, waiting, stomach turning a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;eshh&gt;"Oh... Hey." After the door opened, a Peter that looked like he had just woken up, his hair tousled and eyes red, was revealed, a lopsided smile on his face while he made more space for his partner to come in. Yawning widely and stretching, his muscled arms barely noticeable beneath the beer-stained jacket he wore, Peter took a step back before he started walking back into his parents' house, before he called tiredly over his shoulder, "Come in, Kaio..."&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it did seem to be a good day for the former basket ball player, or maybe his hangover was just too strong for him to deal with just then. Either way, Kaio wouldn't know any different. "Close the door..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;swanheart19&gt;He smiled sweetly back and nodded, doing as told. Kaio felt a little sorry for his beloved as he saw the state, the very usual state he was in. "I brought you something to eat... Hope it'll do for now… and maybe we'll dish something up later... You know... Maybe you should have a bath or a shower..." He came into the living room after getting his shoes and jacket off, bringing him the bag and sitting down by his side. "How was the match?" He had been there before and to begin with it was a good clue to center most of the topics around Peter himself and what he had been doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;eshh&gt;"It was okay... Manchester won again, but I don't..." The next second, the end of a beer bottle crashed against the shorter male's pale cheek, shattering against his cheek bone though miraculously none of the glass reached the boy's beautiful green eyes, flecked with a few strands of startling yellow that gave the beautiful whore an even more erotic look when he was pleading. How much Peter would enjoy seeing that just then. Grabbing the boy with his right hand, though he did not release the neck of the bottle, he slammed the considerably smaller teen's face into the wooden table in front of them, before he kneeled beside the bleeding whelp's form. "You might have been watching it for all I know, since you obviously weren't home."&lt;br /&gt;His voice hadn't lost its lazy tone though he tightened his hold on Kaio's neck. The bruises on the back of the teen's neck would never heal at that rate, and if Kaio's hair wasn't so long, everyone would have seen how disgusting his nape was, littered with blue and purple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;swanheart19&gt;Kaio had not seen that coming, not even feeling the pain right away as the taste of blood came to his mouth first. "nh... P-peter.... please... I... I nh... " He reached up a hand, his nose and mouth bleeding badly after the hard meeting with the wooden table. "I-I.. n-never s-said.. t-that I was... uh... home...." he whimpered, reaching his hand up to the hand holding him and holding on to it. "Peter.. please... listen to me... I beg you.... " he slowly looked up at him as tears started welling in his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;eshh&gt;"So where the hell were you slut?" He sounded perfectly cheerful, like they were having that little chat Kaio had wanted to start. Hope was for the stupid. Bringing the boy into a sitting position on the floor, only to slam him back into the table, though the younger teen was facing now him, he bent his boyfriend's back on the still cluttered table, ignoring how the other's head knocked over not completely empty cans of soda and the odd tequila bottle. Jonesy's shampoo couldn't be smelled any longer. Peter must have been furious. Normally he had the sense to not touch his lover's face, because people could actually /see/ that, and nothing short of a veil would hide his (Kaio's) sins.&lt;br /&gt;Pressing the broken bottle against the other's shirt, tearing the fabric of his top and digging tiny wholes into his already scarred stomach, he cooed casually, "Because at midnight, I expect you to be home."&lt;br /&gt;If Kaio didn't start talking soon, the bottle would become part of his anatomy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;swanheart19&gt;Catching his breath after a little, he tried to think through what the hell he was gonna tell him to make him understand and to make him stop hurting him more. "Peter..." he panted, looking up at him. "I wasn't going home... remember? Because... I was going up to that school.. you know... where.. where they have that chef course.. s-so... I was gonna stay at Ruben's... you know Ruben... my co-worker at the cafe.. you've seen him the few times you came by... and then..." he took a short break to get more to mind and to focus out of the dizziness. "and then... Alex... didn't show up at work... so Ruben had to come and cover for him... And then,.. I ran into your cousin actually, Jonesy... the one you'll be moving in with soon... and I spent the night cuddled up in your bed there... and then went up to the school today... and now I'm here... you could have just called my cell phone.. I would have come right over..." The lines were starting to end with more whimpering as he fought hard to hold back his painful sobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;eshh&gt;"And I bet you even gave him head." A bitter laugh echoed through the room before the black-haired male brought his current weapon of choice across the smaller creature's stomach, not only tearing through the fabric of his shirt, but creating thin lacerations on the boy's supple flesh, which patterned nicely with the scars he already had on his stomach. Peter must have been psychic or an expert on the human body, because he barely cut through the first layers of flesh, but that didn't stop the bleeding. It merely stopped any permanent damage from happening to Kaio's internal system. He didn't want to lose his human punching bag ever, and he was careful not to do too much. After all, Kaio had yet to visit the hospital. "Right on my bed... Fucked him good on my bed, isn't that right you bitch."&lt;br /&gt;Taking a handful of Kaio's dark hair, the same silken locks Jonesy had fawned over so comically, he straightened his posture before lifting the boy's upper body by the hair. It was good he was taller than his boyfriend. It made all this possible, and it seemed he wanted a bald boyfriend after all this. Thrusting the bottle into the boy's chin, droplets of blood tainting the glass once more, he chuckled, "You're such a pathetic... Cheap, little cunt. Did he pay you for it? Because you want to go to school..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;swanheart19&gt;Right about now, with all the nasty words and accusations, Kaio's mind automatically started blocking out. He had no chance defending himself one Peter had made the first hit and that meant he would just have to stick with it until he felt he was done. Then he would make up a story before taking him to the hospital and acting as a heartbroken and worried kind of boyfriend. Just like a normal relationship asked for. "I'm sorry... it… it was all my ...fault... I-I'll go straight home ... or wherever you want... next time... just calm down and let me go... please..." His begging had become less emotionally now as he tried to stick with until it was over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;eshh&gt;Peter's fist contacted painfully with his partner's skull, though he didn't bring the glass bottle away so Kaio's chin was further scratched by the jagged fragments. As the boy fell to the floor, he got to his feet, standing above the frail creature as he leered down at him. They had been through the routine long enough for the older male to know when his boyfriend was beginning to say what he wanted to hear by rote, but that wasn't comforting just yet. He needed the bitch to cry. "You didn't answer my question."&lt;br /&gt;His tone was soothing, sympathetic, feigning the pain any proper boyfriend would feel after the one they loved cheated on him. Though he was smiling the Cheshire cat, leering down at the pathetic fool, he repeated in the same kind-hearted tone, "Did he pay you for it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;swanheart19&gt;Taking a few, silenced gasps, he clutched his fists onto the carpet and shook his head before answering with a hoarse voice now. "no... n-n-not-thin-g-g.... h-hh-happ-p-en-n-ed....." and just as the others goal was achieved, Kaio closed his eyes and curled up, crying quietly. He badly regretted not going back when he had said he was coming earlier that day. No! He regretted not going home last night. If anyone had attacked him as he made his way through the forest at least that would have been a more acceptable reason for Kaio not to answer the phone. Now his tears were starting to flow down his cheek, mixing with the red blood in his face and slowly dripping onto the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;eshh&gt;"Liar!" That one word represented all the concealed hatred and anger he had for the smaller male, the jealously ringing through the previously exploding house. It was nearly impossible to believe that something so filled with joy seconds earlier was now the scene of a blood bath. "You slept with my cousin! MY COUSIN!"&lt;br /&gt;Laughing loudly, he stepped closer to the trembling whelp, kicking his finely shaped buttocks and forcing the boy to look at him, pushing Kaio out of his fetal position with his foot before he sent a sharp blow to the swarthy-haired teen's crotch. That sickening smile had returned. "I bet if I had a brother you'd have done him too. Do you just want to hurt me, Kaio? I thought you loved me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;swanheart19&gt;With that kick, Kaio felt like throwing up, sobbing sounding now and the pain automatically curling him up again. He had no idea what to say now and his body was soon on the verge of not taking much more of this as his boyfriends face was becoming more and more blurry by the second. "P-p-pet-t-t-er.... i'm s-sor-ry.. I’m...such a.... s-s-slu-u-t... I... I don't deserve... you...." he cried gasping and shaking now. "P-please... f-forgive me......."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;eshh&gt;"I can't hear you!" He was grinning madly, an almost insane glint flashing in his sharp blue eyes - his father's eyes, so different from the doe-like brown his mother, Jonesy's aunt possessed. Throwing the beer bottle as hard as he could against the boy's slender frame, the pieces shattering into an apparently million pieces, with one decently sized shard digging into the side of Kaio's body, he yelled, "What did you say?! I can't hear you bitch!"&lt;br /&gt;Well, it was a miracle he could heal anything with how high he was yelling. If the neighbors hadn't been at work, someone would have called the police by then or maybe not. Sometimes, abuse could be so easily concealed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;swanheart19&gt;Catching what air he was able to drag into his lungs, he took a deep breath and spoke up, or rather cried out "I’m such a slut! I don't deserve you! Please... forgive me..."and it was all over for him, the cry of the white flag clinging through the house with his pain pulsing inside him. He could feel it like it was his heartbeat that caused it, his whole self throbbing and just wanting to let it go. Let it all go. That would have been some win to the other wouldn't it. But no. He would still keep on going, keep on living. One day there would be a way out. There had to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;eshh&gt;"Of course I forgive you." Kneeling down beside the younger male, though he pushed the shard of glass further into the boy's body before he pulled it out, Peter yanked the bleeding teen up by the hair before placing the most delicate, tender kiss on his bleeding lips, obviously uncaring to the blood that soon stained his own mouth. Finally wrapping his arms around the sobbing creature, he wiped away the bloody tears though only succeeded in further spreading the blood around his boyfriend's beautiful face. "I love you so much, I can forgive the disgusting, piece of filth you have become. I can forgive you for sleeping with my cousin because you got tired of the fat whore you work with, and I can forgive you for worrying me. Would I ever worry you like that, Kaio? No, I wouldn't... Now shush... Stop crying."&lt;br /&gt;He was treating the boy like a porcelain doll now, hugging his bleeding figure close the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;swanheart19&gt;Kaio tried to choke his sobbing, but as always it would take a little time for him to calm down. He was holding tightly onto Peter, taking what comfort he was receiving and savoring it. What if these emotions would have come without all the fuss before? What if it could have been like it was the three first months they were dating. Everything was like roses then. But it suddenly changed, like turning on a switch. "I’m sorry… I’m so sorry... I will change... Peter... I love you... help me change... I don't want to be a slut...." he sobbed more quietly now, whispering to him the words of worship and submission. "Help me ... out of it...." This was the part where he usually just let words he would never have had to speak in a normal relationship flow like sweet music into Peters ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;eshh&gt;"Of course... Shush, take care... I'll help you; I'll always be here for you, Kaio, but if you ever tell anyone about this, I will never forgive you." He was breathing directly into his partner's ear before his teeth clamped down unexpectedly on the younger male's words, though the next instant he had returned to gently massaging the boy's back. Lifting Kaio into his arms, supporting him like a baby, with his hand under the black-haired whelp's butt and an arm around his waist, he carried him up the stairs, kissing his toy's cheek every now and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;swanheart19&gt;"mh... I... won’t... it'll be out secret... safe… along with the others..." he purred quietly to him as he helped on, letting him carry him. He could feel the pain numbing away, either because his heart began to feel stronger again or just because he didn't care about them anymore. The main focus was that Peter loved him and he was good to him now, he had deserved what was coming and he knew he was the one who had to change. "I... s-should call in sick... for a little... I wanna be with you... I've missed you and see how far it has driven me..." he wiped a falling tear of his cheek and had practically stopped crying by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;eshh&gt;"Good, you work too hard anyway." Kissing the boy on the cheek, he led him to the bathroom, where he filled the tub with warm water, barely managing to keep his balance with the bleeding male in one hand. Gently lowering his boyfriend into the clear waters, watching as they were tainted in under a second, the swarthy-haired male began pulling his lover's clothing off, making sure to move at a speed that was convenient to his 'patient,' though the proper term was probably victim. "You do that after you shower; get yourself cleaned up a bit."&lt;br /&gt;Yet he threw the entire set of blood, wet clothing in the garbage. In reality, Kaio would end up washing up most of his own 'mess,' while Peter would watch reruns of last night's game, which he would actually understand since he wouldn't be drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;swanheart19&gt;Kaio nodded and reached out, grabbing his hand gently. "Thank you... for being so kind to me." Kind being the proper word when the user had his mind twisted by a psycho. "Would you please get me some bandages from the kitchen before the reruns start? I'll get on by myself after that..." he whispered, looking up at him with a loving light in his eyes while the water did its job on the pain as well. "I'll make us something good to eat afterwards... just for you and me..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;eshh&gt;"Of course, love." Bending down, he pressed his lips lightly against the blood mess that was his boyfriend's mouth, but pulled away just enough so he could brush tiny shards of glass of the pillowed entrance. Peter could be gentle when he needed it. He could be the perfect boyfriend, if he wanted to, but a pathetic slut would take advantage of that. He would have to see some proper behavior before he treated any form of filth like a human. "Oh, take care now... You might get infected."&lt;br /&gt;Bandages and alcohol weren't the only things he brought up, but enough pain killers to black his boyfriend out for a week as well. That was what he wanted though. Peter didn't know it, but his body had been massacred countless times while he slept, an after-effect of the drug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;swanheart19&gt;He watched him walk off before sinking down into the water. Reality usually hit him back when he was left alone for a little but now he didn't feel like crying. So why not drown instead? No, Peter might come back and get him out of it. And even if he had pulled a fainted-story, true or not there would probably have been another beating or perhaps he would have drowned him himself. No, it was fine now. And all he had to do was not mess it up again and do as he was told. He had emptied the tub, finished his shower and most of the bandages. Only thing left now was to repair and cover up his face. Though his nose was a little swollen it would only increase the effect of a flu he would tell he had gotten when he called Ruben and asked him to fill in for him tonight. Picking out several pieces of glass and cleaning up properly, he got dressed in his black pjs and headed downstairs to clean up the messy living room that still looked like a bomb had dropped there. It took him no more than thirty minutes before he could sit down in the couch with a tired sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;eshh&gt;"Hey, what'd you bring me to eat?" Peter grumbled, arching an eyebrow as he cast a bored glance at the other male that had plopped himself beside him. He had moved about two beer cans into the garbage before sitting back and letting his boyfriend take care of the rest, and now that the game was on, he didn't need any more disturbances or Kaio would find his finger stuffed in an electric socket again. It was a miracle the whelp hadn't died yet, but eventually, Peter was bound to slip up, but a murder would never land on his record. No one would believe such a kind-hearted, concerned boyfriend could do that to his partner, even with incriminating evidence on the shorter male's body. "I'm hungry."&lt;br /&gt;There was no feigned worry, no care. He wasn't being pampered, so Kaio didn't deserve anything, and he had asked for breakfast. Even Jonesy was higher on the culinary scale than his cousin as he could use a microwave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;swanheart19&gt;He stretched his sore body and ran a hand through his hair, glancing over at Peter. He was holding out as long as he could to take those pills so he wouldn't have to take so many of them. "I had brought you your favorite burger... But I think its not that hot and fresh anymore... do you wan me to cook you anything... or just reheat the burger for you?" he asked, quite timid and carefully, not to be at too much disturbance. Maybe this evening and night would go off calmly. And maybe he would be allowed to go to bed a little earlier because he was feeling dead tired anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;eshh&gt;"Make me something... BLT sandwich," The older male grumbled, not looking at his boyfriend before he carelessly pulled open the discarded backpack Kaio had been wearing almost an hour ago and searched through it until he found the foam packaging. He started on the fries first, not looking away from the television unless his fingers couldn't find a snack before he took out the burger. Medium-rare, honey mustard and no pickles, it was a wonder that his cousin would remember his favorites, but for the moment it saved Kaio. "And a Coke, love thanks!"&lt;br /&gt;If his boyfriend had been around last night, the guys would have loved having a waiter around, even a lap dancer. Peter didn't mind letting his friends 'borrow' his property, as long as he knew who it was going to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;swanheart19&gt;He nodded and got up, picking up the kitchen phone to call Ruben. He knew Peter would probably be listening through the phone in the living room so there was no chance for errors. He found the ingredients to the sandwich and dialed the number, waiting for the other end to pick up. "Ruben? Hey.. It's Kaio... yeah, listen... do you think you or one of the others could fill in for me for a few days? Yes I know.. but I have caught a flu... it was just… tossed at me... and I’m gonna take it easy for a little so none of you will catch it… or in worse case any of the customers... ok, great... thank you... yes, I’ll tell him you said hi... ok bye" He was glad Ruben didn't ask too much, had it been one of the others he would have taken a little longer. Quickly finishing the perfect sandwich and grabbing a cold coke on the way out, he placed it on the table in front of him and sat down again, pulling his feet up under himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;eshh&gt;Staring at the television, completely ignoring the younger male beside him, though he only ate half the sandwich his boyfriend bothered to make, Peter cheered whenever his team did something right, but his joy would have easily been turned to a punch in the stomach if Kaio even dared pipe up. No one would believe this was the glorious boyfriend the basketball player really was. Even when he was subtly whoring out the one who loved him ('Well... If you want to dance for them, I won't stop you...' Coupled with a completely heart-broken expression), everyone believed that his quiet boyfriend was what Peter accused Kaio of being, worthless. It was a miracle the twerp with pink-highlights hadn't succeeded in suicide yet. The phone rang. Since Kaio hadn't reacted like a psychic to pick it up, he was rewarded with a quick hit in the back of the head. Peter didn't even have to aim properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;swanheart19&gt;There had been a time where Kaio could have asked him, when they were watching the match together, what this and that was and everything, and he would get several lectures lasting for minutes. If he tried to show any interest now, it only resulted in punishment. Still he was supposed to sit there and watch it with him. He had tried bringing a book his father had given him when he moved, but that was easily thrown into the fire and burnt up to ashes and nothing. "Sorry...." he mouthed, not wanting to disturb him too much and took the call out in the hallway, just by the living room. "Hello, you have reached *insert last name*, Can I be at any help?" Kaio could almost hear the painkillers calling for him from upstairs now, pain and burning aching almost everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;eshh&gt;"Hi, it's Eldiritch. Can I speak to- Hey, Kaio!?" If Manchester hadn't scored a goal just then, Peter would have heard his currently least favorite cousin on the phone, screaming out his boyfriend's name. Jonesy could be heard laughing on the other line, along with something someone in the background had said before he called, "Yeah I'm asking him right now! Shut up! Hey Kaio, how's it going? Watching the match with Petey? I thought you weren't into that sorta thing... Didn't Peter already watch that last night - Ow! Stop being such a turd, Kev, I'm asking him!"&lt;br /&gt;Laughing into the receiver, he muttered, "Sorry about tha- Don't hit me!" Jonesy barely managed to regain his composure before he added an obviously light-hearted, "How're you... Again, because I was so /rudely/ interrupted last time."&lt;br /&gt;More laughter was heard in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;swanheart19&gt;His heart almost stopped beating. What would he not have given to scream into the phone that he needed to come and get him and then tell what had happened once he got here. "I'm fine... You seem rather cheerful over there..." he put on a friendly, but fake tone. "And Peter is watching the rerun right now so.. Maybe it would be better if you called after the match..." The word 'don’t hit me' and laughter felt so weird to him. Like it was from another reality, and it somewhat paralyzed him before he tuned back. "Just.. call back later, ok? I'm being missed at the couch..." he lied and hung up with a half idle good bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;eshh&gt;"Wait Kaio!" When Jonesy was hung up on, joking around with his boyfriend suddenly became less fun, as he stared at his old Nokia, as if expecting it to explain, or he did until he was picked up and spun around. "I said I'd ask him!"&lt;br /&gt;Still, the nagging feeling that Kaio just didn't sound right continued to remain, even though his feet were no longer touching the ground. "Who was it?" Peter grumbled, taking his eyes of the television though the smile on his face didn't lessen. It was a commercial break so talking wasn't considered a mortal sin, and as the younger male moved closer, he pulled Kaio to his side, more forcefully than necessarily. Placing a greedy kiss on the teen's face before he pulled away, he pushed his partner into his boner, the tip of which brushed against his jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;swanheart19&gt;He bit his teeth a little to overcome the sudden pain, but it didn't make him pull away at any rate. "nh... It was... Jonesy… he was asking for you... but… I told him you were busy with the game and that if he wanted to talk to you he would have to call back after the game... then I hung up... like you have told me to..." he answered, looking at him with a light blush in his cheeks as he felt his so called lover's hard on . "I... I don't know what he wanted... I didn't ask..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;eshh&gt;"Did he want anything to do with you?" The hold on the ebony-haired teen's sides tightened considerably, and didn't ease even after Peter had pulled his boyfriend unto his lap, one hand wrapping around the shorter male's waist and pulling him closer so their fronts touched. Eyeing the beautiful whelp tiredly, he released his hold only to grab Kaio's crotch through his pants, giving it a hard, almost painful squeeze before he grumbled, "I worry about you... A lot, and you know that. Stay away from Jonesy, alright?"&lt;br /&gt;His other hand ducked beneath the light fabric of his boyfriend's pajamas, feeling across his bruised back, the signs that he did own the ethereal being on his lap, and that he could just as easily destroy his pet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;swanheart19&gt;He looked back at him with the most honest face he had, shrugging. "I don't know... I didn't ask him." But a mix between a gasp and a moan escaped his lips as the older one touched him violently like that. He nodded, moaning lightly. "ngh.. I'll stay away from Jonesy... you are the only one for me... I wouldn't dare cross your word again...." Kaio whispered, gently biting his bruised lip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;eshh&gt;"Good." Without another word, he grabbed hold of the boy's chin, before forcing his tongue through the damaged caverns of his boyfriend's mouth, licking up whatever medicine Kaio might have put on his wounds or the blood that still oozed from untreated wounds, tasting, savoring anything that belonged to his little pet. Biting down as hard as he could on the whelp's lower lip, he slammed Kaio on the couch, on his front. The black-haired male was forced to keep their kiss connected and turn his head otherwise his lip would have been bitten straight off, but it was predictably bleeding again. In a matter of seconds, his bottom half was completely bare, revealing the bruises on his coltish, shapely legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;swanheart19&gt;Kaio eyes closed into the kiss and he did what he could to enjoy and make it far more enjoyable for Peter than for himself. "Ng!" the bite hurt a lot but he was forced to just suck it up, pleasing his lover, or master if you like. And now his heart was racing, wantingf to beat out of his chest, along with his breath that had picked up quite a bit aswell, though that would only show Peter he was hurting him just enough to get satisfaction from it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884239455344108611-4881625361155195842?l=daysofswammie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysofswammie.blogspot.com/feeds/4881625361155195842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://daysofswammie.blogspot.com/2009/10/tough-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884239455344108611/posts/default/4881625361155195842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884239455344108611/posts/default/4881625361155195842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysofswammie.blogspot.com/2009/10/tough-love.html' title='Tough Love'/><author><name>Swammie McMuffin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01847017976773913121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HrXaNbZNJ48/TCvl4bdm9II/AAAAAAAAAhc/NLBehH5qMBo/S220/101_0158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884239455344108611.post-5957635470522577524</id><published>2009-09-28T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T13:36:49.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday</title><content type='html'>Ah well. It's Monday again and today was the usual weight-in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;125,9 kg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is a gain of 0,3 kg from last Monday.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not completely bummed about it though because last week was not the best week on the effort scale. PMS was basically crushing me and it is known that we gain a little weight as well when we have our period. So I'll just look forwards to changes next Monday. Not giving up just yet x3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steps walked today: 10,240&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw 70 grader Nord, Frokost tv, and will now watch Southland before going to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short and easy really. I'm that lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and sis and family was here for dinner today  ^^ &lt;33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Swan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884239455344108611-5957635470522577524?l=daysofswammie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysofswammie.blogspot.com/feeds/5957635470522577524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://daysofswammie.blogspot.com/2009/09/monday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884239455344108611/posts/default/5957635470522577524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884239455344108611/posts/default/5957635470522577524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysofswammie.blogspot.com/2009/09/monday.html' title='Monday'/><author><name>Swammie McMuffin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01847017976773913121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HrXaNbZNJ48/TCvl4bdm9II/AAAAAAAAAhc/NLBehH5qMBo/S220/101_0158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884239455344108611.post-7416704543197124727</id><published>2009-09-22T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T13:50:11.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Motivation is back</title><content type='html'>At least in the art section it is =3&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I have started getting back into the drawing again and I will improve. I just have to. What am I but drawing? NOTHI-bricked-...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was an art-friend's birthday and ofcourse I drew her a picture :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="450" height="583"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://backend.deviantart.com/embed/view.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="id=137848744&amp;amp;width=1337"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://backend.deviantart.com/embed/view.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="450" flashvars="id=137848744&amp;amp;width=1337" height="583" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/137848744/"&gt;Seth and KC3 - for Lop&lt;/a&gt; by *&lt;a class="u" href="http://swanheart19.deviantart.com/"&gt;Swanheart19&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com"&gt;deviant&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com"&gt;ART&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture has a history and if I had kept the conversation I could  have posted the story here. But unfortunately I have not so suxx for you ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-+-WEIGHT UPDATE-+-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I stepped up on the scale Monday morning. Monday's have become that part of the 'program' and to my joy it showed the great numbers of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;125,5&lt;/span&gt; kg, which is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1,4 kg &lt;/span&gt;lighter than i was last Monday :3 IT'S WORKING!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today I walked 12,063 steps. The only days I have been below 10,000 was Wednesday and Sunday, so my daily average is below 10,000, but I'm working on getting that up as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-+-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent the weekend just relaxing and cuddling up at home. It's been a little while since one-on-one time with myself ^^&lt;br /&gt;Watched 'Gone in 60 Seconds' Saturday night. Great movie.&lt;br /&gt;Now only to get the knitting speeded up a little so I can finish some socks before christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bed time now and I don't think I have more to write about in mind right now either lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Swan~&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/5884239455344108611-7416704543197124727?l=daysofswammie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysofswammie.blogspot.com/feeds/7416704543197124727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://daysofswammie.blogspot.com/2009/09/motivation-is-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884239455344108611/posts/default/7416704543197124727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884239455344108611/posts/default/7416704543197124727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysofswammie.blogspot.com/2009/09/motivation-is-back.html' title='Motivation is back'/><author><name>Swammie McMuffin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01847017976773913121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HrXaNbZNJ48/TCvl4bdm9II/AAAAAAAAAhc/NLBehH5qMBo/S220/101_0158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884239455344108611.post-6533588165758324069</id><published>2009-09-16T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T13:28:08.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just another rainy day...</title><content type='html'>And with that i had to decide to NOT wear my raincoat when i went to work this morning...&lt;br /&gt;It splashed down when I left Prix to go clean at Bunnpris, and it splashed down when I was done there as well. And all little miss Svima was wearing was a thin, none-water resistant jacket. Soaked to the skin much? Oh yeah -.-;;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to start cutting down on my nap-time when I come home from work though. Or it'll just leave me awake for half the night with three hours of sleep before work. A mind will get ruined with that. Trust me. I know because I have been a zombie before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today I have only walked while at work. Some day's are just un-walkable you know. But I still managed quite a lot of steps: 8894.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I'm proud of is that this is actually the thrid day in a row i blog. Nice, huh? I'm actually day-by-day blogging. And I realize the posts don't have to be that big. That is why I'm gonna end this one now with two AMV's from the anime Axis Powers Hetalia. It's good people and you can watch it at http://zomganime.com ;3 It's very laughable~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Swan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Bt0ePe0wado&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Bt0ePe0wado&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iUPpcQlDvAs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iUPpcQlDvAs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884239455344108611-6533588165758324069?l=daysofswammie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysofswammie.blogspot.com/feeds/6533588165758324069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://daysofswammie.blogspot.com/2009/09/just-another-rainy-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884239455344108611/posts/default/6533588165758324069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884239455344108611/posts/default/6533588165758324069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysofswammie.blogspot.com/2009/09/just-another-rainy-day.html' title='Just another rainy day...'/><author><name>Swammie McMuffin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01847017976773913121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HrXaNbZNJ48/TCvl4bdm9II/AAAAAAAAAhc/NLBehH5qMBo/S220/101_0158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884239455344108611.post-5852252813105966580</id><published>2009-09-15T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T14:37:06.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Now as I promised</title><content type='html'>...and with the summer now clearly moved on, I'll tell you a little bit about my summer =3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it didn't really start untill my first part ov vacation in the beginning of July when I had planned two weeks off to join some people (Lena &amp;amp; bf, ...dad...and gf...) for the country festival on Vinstra. Let's just say that with the earlier events that has been depressingly written about this year concerning one part of this traveling party I just decided not to go. Couldn't really afford it either way since my vacation money didn't arrive untill after those two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead i helped my sister move to her new place which is a really lovly and quiet place out in Åsenfjorden. It's down by the river that runs out into the sea so you have the fresh ocean smell which is just wonderful. So yeah, i stayed there for most of my vacation helping her, though if it had not been for lil Amalie getting i'll we would have managed to do a lot more, though sis was not supposed to do too much concidering her big, big tummy in a rather 'hard' pregnancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we managed and the week i started working again she and Amalie and Morten, her man, left to visit his family for a week in Åfjorden beofre they got home again. And that was when summer stress really started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sis and Morten, who returned Friday that week invited me to come with them to Ikea that saturday because they were gonna shop a little bit of stuff for when the baby was coming. And coming was kind of the clue for that weekend. I got a message from them on saturday morning with the question if I could be so kind to come with them to the hospital before we went shopping because sis was a little bit worried when not feeling the baby moving much inside her. And they needed me to come with them to look after his daughter, Tuva, while they were to talk with the doctor. And i had no objections towards that really. Because we got to spend the day together while sis had to go through a c-section to get her 6-week-too-early baby boy out of her. He could have died if he would have had to wait much longer so I must say I do admire that special sence my sister has deep inside her somewhere. it's really strange, but she saved his life, and on the 18th of July, somewhere past 2 o'clock little Aaron was born =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HrXaNbZNJ48/Sq_nDLm02KI/AAAAAAAAAU0/NeQ1IqLTArw/s1600-h/DSC00533.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381774121572292770" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HrXaNbZNJ48/Sq_nDLm02KI/AAAAAAAAAU0/NeQ1IqLTArw/s200/DSC00533.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HrXaNbZNJ48/Sq_nDrUxpfI/AAAAAAAAAU8/1kHksaqa1Sk/s1600-h/Aaron-trut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381774130086520306" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HrXaNbZNJ48/Sq_nDrUxpfI/AAAAAAAAAU8/1kHksaqa1Sk/s200/Aaron-trut.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HrXaNbZNJ48/Sq_nCWNHU-I/AAAAAAAAAUk/kHUdh4bHF70/s1600-h/DSC00398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381774107237372898" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HrXaNbZNJ48/Sq_nCWNHU-I/AAAAAAAAAUk/kHUdh4bHF70/s200/DSC00398.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a lot of struggling to breath and so on I can now tell you that he is still alive and getting healthy. Sis told me he's counted as a 2 week old baby in growth, but does 2 week old babies smile and try to talk to you? xD Early little bugger. I'm sure my sis is special in some way or another. Little pissy ant he is xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, he was born and they got out of the hospital, finally, and a lot earlier than they had first thought. But with such a situation one can really just count day by day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess where I spend most of my 3 week vacation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister's ofcourse. But only most of it, and not all. Pitty we had such bad weather almost all the time though. It made Amalie act up a lot because she, as well as most kids that age, get bored when she has to stay inside all day. And I swear the weather was too horribly wet and windy to go outside in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we got a few days ofcourse and now I feel I don't bother writing anything more because it's shorty summed up since i once again fail to do a day-by-day blog. Getting better now though. Now awesum awesum picture time : D *spams*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HrXaNbZNJ48/Sq_9DR48oSI/AAAAAAAAAVc/_e_GB7i79kY/s1600-h/DSC00059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381798312514724130" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HrXaNbZNJ48/Sq_9DR48oSI/AAAAAAAAAVc/_e_GB7i79kY/s200/DSC00059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HrXaNbZNJ48/Sq_9DKQSkGI/AAAAAAAAAVU/mTdlkP6B4Vw/s1600-h/DSC00006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381798310465146978" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HrXaNbZNJ48/Sq_9DKQSkGI/AAAAAAAAAVU/mTdlkP6B4Vw/s200/DSC00006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HrXaNbZNJ48/Sq_9D7GiU9I/AAAAAAAAAVk/CGbUGAVHYI0/s1600-h/DSC00064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381798323577574354" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HrXaNbZNJ48/Sq_9D7GiU9I/AAAAAAAAAVk/CGbUGAVHYI0/s200/DSC00064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HrXaNbZNJ48/Sq_93y_ZpZI/AAAAAAAAAWU/3tswOtK65OQ/s1600-h/DSC00125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381799214753359250" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HrXaNbZNJ48/Sq_93y_ZpZI/AAAAAAAAAWU/3tswOtK65OQ/s200/DSC00125.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HrXaNbZNJ48/Sq_9D7GiU9I/AAAAAAAAAVk/CGbUGAVHYI0/s1600-h/DSC00064.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HrXaNbZNJ48/Sq_93V9_jSI/AAAAAAAAAWM/gcekZ7_CjEE/s1600-h/DSC00117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381799206962826530" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HrXaNbZNJ48/Sq_93V9_jSI/AAAAAAAAAWM/gcekZ7_CjEE/s200/DSC00117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HrXaNbZNJ48/Sq_9C0aHCJI/AAAAAAAAAVM/n1gdmZjTTDw/s1600-h/Blomster+sm%C3%A5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381798304600754322" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HrXaNbZNJ48/Sq_9C0aHCJI/AAAAAAAAAVM/n1gdmZjTTDw/s200/Blomster+sm%C3%A5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HrXaNbZNJ48/Sq_92m1TnZI/AAAAAAAAAV8/GrUFJlergNE/s1600-h/DSC00100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381799194309926290" style="WIDTH: 150px; 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CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HrXaNbZNJ48/SrAAnAyZQ-I/AAAAAAAAAX8/W3iroGhtVTw/s200/DSC00199.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HrXaNbZNJ48/SrAAngdgdxI/AAAAAAAAAYE/f1T4kmo_JsQ/s1600-h/DSC00203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381802233436337938" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HrXaNbZNJ48/SrAAngdgdxI/AAAAAAAAAYE/f1T4kmo_JsQ/s200/DSC00203.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For today I have not done much.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't win on the Extra-lottery this time either, but it was a close one.&lt;br /&gt;i have walked 10,068 steps today and have managed breakfast, lunch, dinner and supper sp yay for me =3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's bedtime, which should have been a few hours ago really &gt;.&lt; need to get a grip on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Swan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884239455344108611-5852252813105966580?l=daysofswammie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysofswammie.blogspot.com/feeds/5852252813105966580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://daysofswammie.blogspot.com/2009/09/now-as-i-promised.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884239455344108611/posts/default/5852252813105966580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884239455344108611/posts/default/5852252813105966580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysofswammie.blogspot.com/2009/09/now-as-i-promised.html' title='Now as I promised'/><author><name>Swammie McMuffin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01847017976773913121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HrXaNbZNJ48/TCvl4bdm9II/AAAAAAAAAhc/NLBehH5qMBo/S220/101_0158.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HrXaNbZNJ48/Sq_nDLm02KI/AAAAAAAAAU0/NeQ1IqLTArw/s72-c/DSC00533.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884239455344108611.post-1906598551789653680</id><published>2009-09-14T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T14:27:47.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a new day, it's a new life...</title><content type='html'>It's the first day in the rest of my life and I'm feeling.....sore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah xD; that would be the word right now because yours truly is changing her ways. Oh yeah! No more mid-week snacking. Soda's and other snack now belongs to saturdays, and walking will now be a daily routine aswell as breakfast before work and all the other meals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have one big goal which is to lose a whole 'ideal' me. Yes, we are talking a lot and if it were not for those tiny goals you have to set every day then gods this would never get anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thanks to smaller, achievable goals I might actually be able to change my life this time. Because it is dearly needed. While at my sister's, which I will tell more about later, we calculated mu BMI...and wow... 46... I actually qualify for a free weight reduction surgery, which I will not be having anytime soon. Experience tells me you'll get a lot more egoistic and self centered if you have one like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, new life, new start... here I come &gt;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for my wall of shame ( where I might actually put up a picture to show the progress now and then):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weight: 126,9kg (and i'm short people, so I'm gonna get a whole me off my body)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a few crusts and some fruit tea for breakfast + a vitaePro pill. Will be adding BioPro from tomorrow on which was a 'prize' for joining vitaePro in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate some slices of bread with peanut butter on for lunch. Probably not the best thing to have but it's a start compared to not eating at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't have dinner untill late which ended up being two burgers with lots and lots of salad on them and low fat drressing. I try, I really do. &gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my pride of the day is me walking &lt;strong&gt;12,234 &lt;/strong&gt;steps :33 that's like way over the 'health' recomendation, which is 10,000. Guess this is what you call a good start no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting too late to write more now so I'll toss in a little bit of vacation crap tomorrow. Gonna&lt; blog a little earlier then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night night =3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Swan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884239455344108611-1906598551789653680?l=daysofswammie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysofswammie.blogspot.com/feeds/1906598551789653680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://daysofswammie.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-new-day-its-new-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884239455344108611/posts/default/1906598551789653680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884239455344108611/posts/default/1906598551789653680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysofswammie.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-new-day-its-new-life.html' title='It&apos;s a new day, it&apos;s a new life...'/><author><name>Swammie McMuffin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01847017976773913121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HrXaNbZNJ48/TCvl4bdm9II/AAAAAAAAAhc/NLBehH5qMBo/S220/101_0158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884239455344108611.post-5347824651342508729</id><published>2009-07-14T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T07:24:34.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer~ Ups and downs</title><content type='html'>What? Is this true? Is she actually updating her blog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES!!! I am. Little miss blog-neglecter lazy-ass is updating her blog. Sound the horns and rais the flags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what can I say? It's been a while xD;;; and this time I think I'm gonna be too lazy to put up any pics. Will do next time, I promise and there will be a lot of them :D;;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, shall we start with the crap then... I have started hating my father a little now. It has moved on from dislike to hate because he is a selfish fucker who cares for no one but himself really. He cornered me totally the last time I kinda 'had' to babysit for him. You probably remember the concert tickets I was ranting about in an earlier blog. Well here it is...&lt;br /&gt;...I was sleeping like I usually do after work because it is really hard to get up as eary as I have now started doing, when the cell rang. It was dad and he was alarming me (which is quite new) about the weather looking a bit dodgy. And with my Astaphobia ofcourse I bit onto it, seeing as it DID look rather dodgy when looking out the window. And he actually asked if I wanted to come with them when they came to Skogn because they were gonna BBQ etc that evening. And that is ok. As much as I would have liked to believe it at that time, I have always tried to have a good relationship with my father, because the start of that from early childhood was rather poor. Ad they came and picked me up at grannys, to who I had showered since I had basically fled my home in fear of bad weather. BBQ in the summer weather is a nice thing, but what I had actually not seen comming was when he asked me, like in the latest of sec's if I had time to watch his kids (my youngest sibligs ) the next evening because they were also visiting that weekend (which is just stupid really) and with me having problems declinging when it is a last minute like that etc, ofcourse I said yes. Next day came and I was not really looking forwards to this evening because I now knew he had only invited me up there to soften me and then ask his last-minute request. But ok, I had nothing better to do. Had been hinting that I wanted cash, but got a bag of chips and a big bottle of soda instead. Yay, exactly what a fat girl needs &lt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;And as if that was the end of that weekend. The next day dad's gf, who I actually liked at the beginning, ended up seeming more and more depressed as the day went on. Ok, she was going back home and there is quite a distance between here and there. But I started feeling sooo unwelcom I actually concidered getting my shoes on and just walking home. It was so obvious. Way to be thankfull &lt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to the latest even in this direction, which has led me not to have talked to my dad for about a month, still counting. It was a week the siblings was at Skogn (here xD ) and the oldest of the two of them had been visiting actually And I don't mind that, even if we only played wii xD that nerd *nerds with*. But the second evening he visited it got rather late, 10pm, and it is a bit of a walk to get up there where dad lives so I sent him a txt asking if he could come pick Robin (brother) up. And he couldn't.. because.. he had started on his beer. Yes, the beloved beer. And what the hell? He is up there alone with my brother and my sister and he drinks? (had most likely started after he came from work around 6) And the only for of transportation he has is his motorbike because his gf *makes face* has his car since her's is broken. What if something bad happened? What would he have done then? *sighs* And I was going to bed so I just had to send Robin walking home alone at that hour. Went to bed a bit annoyed at dads carelessness. But it was gonna get worse... Two days later, having my sister and niece here, both of our sibling suddenly dropped by. No message to ask if it was ok or anything, which that day it wasn't really because I had a lot to do and me and sis was having lunch which was already made for the three of us. And how convinient it was for them to drop by around the time dad was getting ready for work. Next one enow made me feel a bit proud of myself as I actually picked up my cell and wrote a text to him, and here is omewhat the conversation on the issue:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me - "Hi, I would apprechiate it if I could get a note ahead if they plan on visiting, just incase I am not at home or have other plans"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad- "Well if it is not a good time for them to visit you then just send them back out"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me - "Yeah ok, but I would still like a little beep ahead"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad - "yeah yeah, beep beep"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now isn't that well grown huh? I alost threw my phone into the wall. ANd this was text messaging, not Conversation. I could never stand up speaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STOP TAKING IT FOR GRANTED THAT I WILL WATCH MY SIBLINGS BECAUSE I AM FED UP AND IF YOU HAVE NO OTHER REASON TO CONTACT ME THEN DON'T BOTHER!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-rant over-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came my two weeks off and off or not xD;;;; i helped sis almost all of my vacation :3 Was nice to not just sit at home doing nothing really. And when I say helped... it means I helped her move to her new place, staying there untill the last weekend of my vacation. Such a nice spot she has now. REally a grat place. If I had a car I would move to such a location too, but since I dont then getting to work would be a great issue. But It was nice and I got to spend a lot of time with her and Amalie &lt;3 not to mention feeling a lot of kicks from her big, preggie stomach &lt;33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for beig so short after the rant btw, but it ate most of my wording x3;; Now I have started work again and will be skipping up to mum's house to pick up her mail and water plants while they are away in Bosnia where stepdad's family lives. Can't wait to have her back home ;w;&lt;br /&gt;And after that, today, I'm going down to granny's again to help her progress on an embrodery. Yes, I do like working on that kind of stuff :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So chiao. Will try to blog more tomorrow maybe. And DSF will stop. Instead I will throw i shorts texts now and then. Some perverted and 18+ and some not. I don't expect all to understand what is going on, but hopefully you will get familiar with the characters after a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Swan~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884239455344108611-5347824651342508729?l=daysofswammie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysofswammie.blogspot.com/feeds/5347824651342508729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://daysofswammie.blogspot.com/2009/07/summer-ups-and-downs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884239455344108611/posts/default/5347824651342508729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884239455344108611/posts/default/5347824651342508729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysofswammie.blogspot.com/2009/07/summer-ups-and-downs.html' title='Summer~ Ups and downs'/><author><name>Swammie McMuffin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01847017976773913121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HrXaNbZNJ48/TCvl4bdm9II/AAAAAAAAAhc/NLBehH5qMBo/S220/101_0158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884239455344108611.post-642921289623085855</id><published>2009-05-21T08:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T09:28:57.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Think I am getting the hang of it again...</title><content type='html'>And what I am talkig about is drawing. Sadly, it has been off for quite some time now with only a few sketches here and there etc. Sure some turned out nice and all, but the flow has not really continued much. Maybe this is some sort of a major art block or something. Please help me if you think you can. -deflates-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, what else...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, 17th of may passed.. obviously x3; But it was a big day for Norway. A great weekend for celebration none the less. Yes, me and sis was kinda like glued to the screen that saturday while watching Eurovision and my god was it not worth it! Norway won!! We fucking won. In case you were not around for that or don't live around here anyways, here is what I am talking about: &lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uiH4BFTELME&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uiH4BFTELME&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cute boy, age 23 believe it or not, and with a song that might stick to the brain like glue Dx but we won and hit a new Eurovision points record so yay for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day me and my sister, who was sleeping over here since Amalie was at her father that weekend, kinda relaxed the early morning away. I finished baking cake for my granny&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HrXaNbZNJ48/ShV_jeG4FWI/AAAAAAAAAQA/IFNQMn7E-NY/s1600-h/image-upload-183-753054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HrXaNbZNJ48/ShV_jeG4FWI/AAAAAAAAAQA/IFNQMn7E-NY/s320/image-upload-183-753054.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338313180671645026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; now what say you to this beauty huh? Good think the hole i the middle of the bottom layer does not show hehe. I mis-cut a little when splitting the layers ^^; practise will make perfect some day. I can only imagin the mess if I had been making three layers instead of only two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we have today. Day off. And me, getting up before 4 am, don't really mind getting to sleep in a day extra with the sundays. Early morning cleaning 6 days a week is not the easiest of work, but atleast it throws more cash onto the account. So yay. Now to tell my boss I need more time since it takes me almost two hours (one hour and fortyfive minutes) to finish it all instead of the one hour anf twelwe minutes I am being payed for. But seriously. Those working at the store even thinks that ammount of time is not enough. I just hope I don't lose it to some bone skinny, fitness addict working for them or something. Yes, imagination is an aweful thing sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, ttyl~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Swan~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884239455344108611-642921289623085855?l=daysofswammie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysofswammie.blogspot.com/feeds/642921289623085855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://daysofswammie.blogspot.com/2009/05/think-i-am-getting-hang-of-it-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884239455344108611/posts/default/642921289623085855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884239455344108611/posts/default/642921289623085855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysofswammie.blogspot.com/2009/05/think-i-am-getting-hang-of-it-again.html' title='Think I am getting the hang of it again...'/><author><name>Swammie McMuffin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01847017976773913121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HrXaNbZNJ48/TCvl4bdm9II/AAAAAAAAAhc/NLBehH5qMBo/S220/101_0158.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HrXaNbZNJ48/ShV_jeG4FWI/AAAAAAAAAQA/IFNQMn7E-NY/s72-c/image-upload-183-753054.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884239455344108611.post-5154976563845360309</id><published>2009-05-04T20:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T21:02:01.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am getting more work : D</title><content type='html'>Yes, the headline is right. I am most liekly to get more work in the form of the new "Bunnpris" on Skogn *cheers to self*&lt;br /&gt;And that is kinda what I needed and have ment to be asking for any time soon. Looks like they are happy with me then since they called and asked me. Either that or no one else wanted it so they had no choise but to ask me xD;;; yes, self confidence is as high as it has ever been hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh God! There was this huge spider in my bathroom this morning. And I bet it was the same on I saw a little over a week ago, which was a lot smaller. God damn those creatures grows fast. Thank science for bugspray which made it curl up and die in my shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there we fell asleep while blogging.. isn't that lame...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884239455344108611-5154976563845360309?l=daysofswammie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysofswammie.blogspot.com/feeds/5154976563845360309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://daysofswammie.blogspot.com/2009/05/yes-headline-is-right.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884239455344108611/posts/default/5154976563845360309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884239455344108611/posts/default/5154976563845360309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysofswammie.blogspot.com/2009/05/yes-headline-is-right.html' title='I am getting more work : D'/><author><name>Swammie McMuffin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01847017976773913121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HrXaNbZNJ48/TCvl4bdm9II/AAAAAAAAAhc/NLBehH5qMBo/S220/101_0158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884239455344108611.post-4272156243771004356</id><published>2009-05-03T13:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T15:09:39.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG it's alive =)</title><content type='html'>Yes, here I am again. I am so sorry for appearing dead when it comes to blogging. Sure I was gonna blog every day and so on. But everyone who knows me knows that can not really be counted on. There is a reason I was given the nickname Svima some time back.&lt;br /&gt;So what has bee going on? Ups and down I will tell about but not in correct order of happening ofcourse. That would take too much brain power which I need to actually finish this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;havent posted at all in April... wow...&lt;br /&gt;Easter passed.. I'm not sure if it was before or after that I had a bit of a down periode again after winter but something inside me says it was before so I go with that. Think I have mentioned already that my dad sucks so enought about that. I have read a bit about that cell I wanted and it doesn't seem that great really. "Then maybe we can go look at some other phone" - riiiight. If that ever happens I'll take it as a bonus. And once again I am sorry if I sound selfish and spoiled etc but if you think so then you are missing the point of view here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not apply for school this year either. I'm just not motivated to get started on that and with my tiny issues I don't feel comfortable moving far away from my family. It is a sad life, I know but I don't want to take too big steps. It almost feels like risking my life. I am not the very first person to make new friends and there goes the vicious circle right away. No friends = no going out. And then no making friends etc. Yes I know... but its just the way I am. Changing a lifestyle is hard work. But I am trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, I have given my cred card to my mother so that I won't drop by the store and grab snax 4, 5 or six times a week. It's just not good at all. And especially not when it becomes a habit. So I'm trying to un-habit it and adding a little bit of walking aswell. Yay me :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our brother, age 18, became norwegian weightlift champion in his weightclass. :33 yay!! That is kinda cool you know. Having a champion for a little brother. But he has worked hard to get that strong too though. And damn he is strong. Maybe I'll look up the stats later. Some has a voctory, others a loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend our homeplace lost a 17 year old boy to suicide, jumping a train. It's sad that such young people don't see any other way out of their dark lives than that. I did not know him, but somehow I end up wishing I could have helped in some way. I just hope his family and friends will be ok. Rest in peace kid, I hope things are better for you now tha what the seemed to be to you here in the mortal life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, why do I have to feel this lazy tonight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have gotten more art comissions though. And that feels kinda scary. Untill now I have usually not had any deadlines and that fact has seemed to put the workss of my art a bit low on my list. I don't stress around with stuff. Never. But now I might have to kick my own butt. A friend of my brotherinlaw is a tattoo-ist (x.x) and he has caught the fact that I do draw and that I'm not 'thaaaaaaaaaat' bad at it. I'll let you know more whe I know more aswell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm just tired because the clock just passed midnight and I should go to bed due to work in the morning. But atleast I posted a little, right? Maybe I'll pour out more of my life in not too long next time *coughs* and don't worry about the DSF. I might be changing it to not neccessarily containing dirt in absolutely every update though. But maybe a story that will go on through a few fridays, having a little bit of smutt here and there. We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Night~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Swan~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884239455344108611-4272156243771004356?l=daysofswammie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysofswammie.blogspot.com/feeds/4272156243771004356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://daysofswammie.blogspot.com/2009/05/omg-its-alive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884239455344108611/posts/default/4272156243771004356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884239455344108611/posts/default/4272156243771004356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysofswammie.blogspot.com/2009/05/omg-its-alive.html' title='OMG it&apos;s alive =)'/><author><name>Swammie McMuffin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01847017976773913121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HrXaNbZNJ48/TCvl4bdm9II/AAAAAAAAAhc/NLBehH5qMBo/S220/101_0158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884239455344108611.post-4140644148867234351</id><published>2009-03-25T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T11:42:35.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do Not Want!!!</title><content type='html'>Ok first of all I am soooo close to just grabbing two and throwing them far far away from me. It's probably most of the pms kicking in but still it is so annoying. Babysitting brothers. And once again I am reminded of why I do not like to have Kenan and Sander here at the same time. Especially not in my pms days. Arguing and pissy kids where one goes as far as saying "he ruins everything for me, I wanna kill myself". And there i  was, hurrying up and going to the bathroom, working hard to keep my tears back because this is sooo one of the things that can totally push me off the edge. And I hate it. But hitting eachother is not accepted here and after beig told that a few times there are consequenses, like not being allowed to play on the wii anymore and I am pretty sure the silence and boredome will turn them insane. But unfortunately also more annoying to eachother and to me. Luckily Kenan bbrough his NDS so he won't be that bored. Sander is another story, sitting here beside me on the couch with his face covered behind his arms after knocking something over and spilling. So yeah, I DO NOT WANT KIDS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*takes deep breath*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so now lets see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The machine stopped working way earlier than I had hoped it would at work so I  had to stress-clean over half the store just because of that *rantrant* and as if that wasn't enough to deal with this lady who was comming to get a "tour" on where to clean, because yes I did in fact get Friday evening off, came whe it was 30 minutes to opening and i  was still stress-cleaning, only adding more stress to the situation, though i did manage to finish the main part before the store opened luckily.&lt;br /&gt;Then it was to hurry home and get some work out of the way back here efore mother showed up to help me start the spring cleaning. Yes, it was rather messy here and I have been kinda shutting myself in because of that, almost to the point of "angst" if someone tried to announce their arrival upon me. I do not know why I let it get to that point but sometimes it happens and it sucks majorly because I do not want it to be like that at my age. Still i do not expect much understanding due to the fact that most people just go "But if you just...". Well people, you  can shive that "just" up yours because you have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;Decided on taking the dentist on Sunday since I  was pretty pumped fromt he cleaning, buying mum and the boys dinner afterwards. Then it was to the store to get some snack to enjoy a ight off though I  ended up going to bed rather early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up kinda early but still stayed in bed pretty long anyways. It felt good though I kinda do every saturday unless I have to be somewhere important.&lt;br /&gt;But later on I had promised to watch the boys while mum and Nermin went to this birthday party. And my sister and her fiancee came aswell, having brought some chips and dip which we already had, pluss popcorn. So movie night was on. We started watching Transformers for the sake of the boys still being awake. I guess I have to try to watch it some time again without kids that hyper or that age, but it didnt seem that bad really.&lt;br /&gt;Then it was off to bed for the two of them and that went rather smoothly, to mums surprise.&lt;br /&gt;We watched Breaveheart though the three of us, me, my sister and her man, was pretty much half asleep at the end of it. So god damn tired all of us, but still trying to stay awake. FAIL!!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure when they came home though becuase I  went to bed after Malin and Morten left, snagging Sanders bed because he went off into mum's bed muahahaha &gt;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got my working keys back. Me and sister brought Amalie to granny's when her father came with her here, which was nice. She wasn't that shy this time so it was kinda much more fun with her joking and playing around. Such an early bright kid at that age. Then it was work later on and night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that maks up for what I did last weekend. You all see how good I am at posting day by day haha I doubt I'll ever get that right though so bare with me. Same goes for DSF. I  can not promise a story every friday but I sure as hell am trying to. Just thought that some of the viewers out there might not like gay sotries every time so i'll try to bring up some straigh ones too &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/5884239455344108611-4140644148867234351?l=daysofswammie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysofswammie.blogspot.com/feeds/4140644148867234351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://daysofswammie.blogspot.com/2009/03/do-not-want.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884239455344108611/posts/default/4140644148867234351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884239455344108611/posts/default/4140644148867234351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysofswammie.blogspot.com/2009/03/do-not-want.html' title='Do Not Want!!!'/><author><name>Swammie McMuffin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01847017976773913121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HrXaNbZNJ48/TCvl4bdm9II/AAAAAAAAAhc/NLBehH5qMBo/S220/101_0158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884239455344108611.post-2549501220924072306</id><published>2009-03-18T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T14:58:50.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time since last time~</title><content type='html'>Ehe... hi... *fidgets*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I know its been way long since the last time I posted on here but hopefully (like I always say) I'll start getting a grip on that, even if the only thing written in a blog post is "today I sneezed". Atleast something happened then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... I guess I have been a little bit depressed lately :/ who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really wanted where I live right now, which is something my sister told me she heard from a friend who's mother told him.. so yeah, I have wanted to get out of this enclosed shithole for quite a while now, so yeah, looking for a flat/appartment to rent &lt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a father I don't think care much really. And for this i am probably gonna sound selfish or whatever, but just so you know it has more to do with the action behind it that the item itself.&lt;br /&gt;- I asked dad if he would buy me this cellphone, that was on campaign offer so probably only for a periode of time aswell, for my birthday. and to make sure that I was gonna be able to grab one before the offer was over I talked to my dad about it... like... atleast 2-3 weeks before my birthday was comming up. And he said "Don't you worry about that phone anymore, ok?".&lt;br /&gt;Naturally one would believe than it was all settled then right? Well you see the date now don't you. And I still haven't gotten my birthday present from dad... and you  sould have seen me when I saw that phone. Oh how I regret not getting it myself *sniff*&lt;br /&gt;And you probably think by now "yes you do sound selfish o.o", and this really started for christmas. Yes! I know its not the gift itself that matters, but when the difference is a bit big you can not help but react a little bit. I got a gift card for out mall, 200 NOK and so did my sister, and our youngest siblings on dad's side got the same only it was on 150 NOK. And that wouldn't have been so bad really if the last brother (oldest of the three of them) got somethig in the same.  But no, he got a freaking concert ticket to see his favourite band, Whitesnake. And those tickets costs more than mine and sis's gift together, not to mention the value of actually making an effort the personal intrest. After that the gift card didnt seem like the greatest present to get from your father really, not doubting he got a ticket for himself and his gf aswell -sigh- I guess some people is just doomed to have such members of their family. No can do.... but I am sorry for sounding like this, and you who know me know that i am not a selfish person, I just wish we wouldn't be treated so differently all the time :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lazyness lazyness this is all I will include in my blog today. Hopefully something will happen tomorrow, through I know it is because I am going shopping for some shoes to use at work and (try to get) a pair of pants or two aswell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Swan~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884239455344108611-2549501220924072306?l=daysofswammie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysofswammie.blogspot.com/feeds/2549501220924072306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://daysofswammie.blogspot.com/2009/03/long-time-since-last-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884239455344108611/posts/default/2549501220924072306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884239455344108611/posts/default/2549501220924072306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysofswammie.blogspot.com/2009/03/long-time-since-last-time.html' title='Long time since last time~'/><author><name>Swammie McMuffin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01847017976773913121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HrXaNbZNJ48/TCvl4bdm9II/AAAAAAAAAhc/NLBehH5qMBo/S220/101_0158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884239455344108611.post-824673074790357442</id><published>2009-02-20T16:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T16:22:43.552-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DSF #1</title><content type='html'>ok ok, starting with this one then. And unless my authors want to be named they remain anonymous ;3&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="sizethree"   style="font-family:Verdana, Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;The sun shone through the window of the bedroom of the enormous mansion. Sirus, a local doctor of medicine, woke up groggily. He looked around his empty bed. He sighed; it was like this every morning for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then, the door to the bedroom opened up. A pink haired maid had just walked in with a slight bow.&lt;br /&gt;"Mr. Sirus, you're breakfast is ready..." The maid looked back up at Sirus with soft, blue eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Sirus smiled.&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you Wynn..." Sirus had hired Wynn a little over a year ago. When he found him, he was just a tranny, pushing sex on a street corner.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling sorry for him, he had taken Wynn in as his head maid. Wynn nodded. "Yes sir..." He turned to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wait... Wynn..." Sirus said before Wynn had the chance to leave. The pink haired man turned around.&lt;br /&gt;"Please... Stay with me for a little while..."&lt;br /&gt;Wynn, with a soft blush crossing his cheeks, nodded and walked up to the doctor's bed. "Yes sir..." He sat down on the bed beside Sirus.&lt;br /&gt;The doctor slowly sat up as well. As the bed sheets slowly draped off his chest, it revealed a lean, muscular haven for any woman.&lt;br /&gt;But in Wynn's case, it was all for him.&lt;br /&gt;Sirus smiled.&lt;br /&gt;"Wynn... How long have you been working here?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wynn looked away, his face getting redder.&lt;br /&gt;"Um... About one and a half years..."&lt;br /&gt;Sirus nodded.&lt;br /&gt;"And how do you like the place..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wynn smiled.&lt;br /&gt;"It's a lot better than what I was doing before!"&lt;br /&gt;Sirus chuckled.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, I had guessed!"&lt;br /&gt;Wynn nodded. "Yeah... But I am really grateful... Giving me a decent, legit job... If there's anything I could do to repay you..."&lt;br /&gt;Sirus raised an eyebrow.&lt;br /&gt;"Anything?"&lt;br /&gt; Wynn nodded. A playful smirk crossed Sirus' face as he got up to close the door.&lt;br /&gt;Wynn blinked.&lt;br /&gt;"What's going on?" he asked.&lt;br /&gt;Sirus turned to him.&lt;br /&gt;"I want to experiment with something..." He walked back over to the bed and sat down beside Wynn.&lt;br /&gt;"Normally, I'd ask if this was alright with you, but you did say 'anything'... Now get on your knees!"&lt;br /&gt;And with a blush, Wynn did so.&lt;br /&gt;Sirus slowly took off the pants he wore revealing he was in fact wearing no underwear.&lt;br /&gt;"I think you have some expertise in this subject..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wynn realized what he was being asked to do. He nodded and wrapped his lips around Sirus' cock. Sirus let out a low moan as his cock was taken into the cross dresser’s mouth.&lt;br /&gt;Wynn could feel his master's cock get bigger in his mouth. He sucked and slurped it.&lt;br /&gt;He worked it over with his tongue. Wynn knew exactly what he was doing. He reached one hand up to play with his master's balls. To him, it was a handful of heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Faster Wynn... Are you not hungry for me?" Sirus asked, obviously enjoying his cocksucking maid.&lt;br /&gt;Wynn did as he was told as he went faster and began to even bite a little. He could tell from the loud moan, Sirus was enjoying this.&lt;br /&gt;Wynn wrapped one hand around Sirus' body and he started to finger bang the doctor's ass.&lt;br /&gt;Sirus, a little surprised, didn't object to this. Instead, he moaned loudly. "Oh... Wynn!" He felt every muscle of his body tighten up as three hard shots of cum flew into Wynn's mouth.&lt;br /&gt;Wynn pulled back and swallowed all of the cum in his mouth. "Will that be all sir?" Wynn asked, with an embarrassed smile.&lt;br /&gt;Sirus smiled.&lt;br /&gt;"Actually, I was wondering what you were doing for dinner tonight..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nothing sir... Why do you ask?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sirus nodded. "I've made reservations at the new Italian place down the street, would you like to join me?"&lt;br /&gt;Wynn blushed deeply and nodded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good." Sirus said. "You're dismissed..."&lt;br /&gt;And with a bow, Wynn left the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And from that day on, Sirus knew his bed would never be empty again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884239455344108611-824673074790357442?l=daysofswammie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysofswammie.blogspot.com/feeds/824673074790357442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://daysofswammie.blogspot.com/2009/02/dsf-1.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884239455344108611/posts/default/824673074790357442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884239455344108611/posts/default/824673074790357442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysofswammie.blogspot.com/2009/02/dsf-1.html' title='DSF #1'/><author><name>Swammie McMuffin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01847017976773913121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HrXaNbZNJ48/TCvl4bdm9II/AAAAAAAAAhc/NLBehH5qMBo/S220/101_0158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884239455344108611.post-6483970140499414979</id><published>2009-02-09T14:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T17:05:56.045-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haha POW!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Wel well well, look who's already gotten lazy. Shame on me. So I'm sorry for not having posten anything in like forever but shit happens some times. And yes there has happened quite a bit since my last post indeed, so I'm going to try and get it all in here haha shoot me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So its been a whole week, wow =0,  and strangely not much happened in the beginning of it, nope nope, or I just failed to see it because I  was blinded by lazyness haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I  announced Dirty Story Friday, but which Friday it will be starting is yet unknown. It will say so in the title of the blog when I  do, shortened down to DSF and maybe with the number of the story behind that. Ned to consult my authors for that lol. Friday was a long friday though, cleaning at Prix (the store)  in the evening seeming to go on and on. I was still there when it passed midnight, listening to my iPod (with a shitload of anime themes and stuff) while driving the machine around like the last finish to the floors when time certainly got better. Past midnight... technically the next day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the next day so happened to be MY BIRTHDAY!!! Yes, Swammie has now turned 23 years old and the first one to congratulate me was actually my father :3 so woop woop I'm 23 *grin*&lt;br /&gt;Lets just say that the excitement about getting one year older kinda stops after the age of ...17-19 I guess. Now what will count is probably the milestones every 5th year, like 25, 30, 35 etc.&lt;br /&gt;What I was most afraid of after waking up on Saturday, which I did when my granny called to wish he happy birthday... before ten in the morning,  was the possibility of sitting home alone that evening. That would have just proved more how sad my life really is lol. But lucky me dad called and invited me to come and have taco with them later that evening. And god what a birthday haha.  With dad, my two oldest brothers, my sister and her man, dads gf and her kids and bro's cousing and his gf dropping by, though not really to celebrate my birthday ofcourse. Oh, and lets not forget Lena haha. So yes.. there was drinking and I  was getting a tiny bit tipsy already before the taco was done and no, it did n ot stop afterwards. I did fear that I  had eaten too much to be drinking with fear of at all returning, but I am very lucky and it did not. Neither did the content of the vodka bottle so lets just be happy it was only a smaller one heh ^^;;;&lt;br /&gt;But I  had a great time and that's what matters, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On sunday we had mothes day :3 and I  took quite a lot of time before going there haha. Was watching Ouran High School Host Club, which I'm a tiny bit fandoming about right now because I  think it's just awesome. But when I  finally got out of watching anime and started preparing for going away I  wnded up with the dilemma on what to make for mum. I  knew I  was gonnna paint, but the firt thing I  did wasn't really too satisfying to my taste. I did en up with a picture and she seemed to be happy with it though so.. maybe not my best of works, but not bad when feeling time is pressuring you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HrXaNbZNJ48/SZDFZN5NJ6I/AAAAAAAAABg/M1L4jnveBU4/s1600-h/DSC03395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HrXaNbZNJ48/SZDFZN5NJ6I/AAAAAAAAABg/M1L4jnveBU4/s320/DSC03395.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300953798432073634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok ok, end of Sunday.. and today comming up.. after this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HrXaNbZNJ48/SZDHuS8l_WI/AAAAAAAAABo/yRcc2yP5AYo/s1600-h/DSC03396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HrXaNbZNJ48/SZDHuS8l_WI/AAAAAAAAABo/yRcc2yP5AYo/s320/DSC03396.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300956359588969826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HrXaNbZNJ48/SZDHu8POmdI/AAAAAAAAABw/dHFVIs5dwwU/s1600-h/DSC03398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HrXaNbZNJ48/SZDHu8POmdI/AAAAAAAAABw/dHFVIs5dwwU/s320/DSC03398.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300956370672982482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's aunties preccious girly ne?? *huggles Amalie*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which bring me over to this as I  took these pictures when babysitting Amalie today after work. becaaaauuuuussssseeeeeee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Sister is having a baby around August!!!!!&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Yupp, I am to become and aunt again and had to watch Amalie today because mum and Malin was going to the hospital for an ultrasound &lt;3 and got confirmed that there is only one in there. Because she has been a bot worried about getting this big so fast an we have been teasing her about what if its twins or triplets and so on. But no, it is jsut one, which she believes will be a  girl also. I get to be godmother aswell, but I dont think i'll refer much to myself as that since I  believe aunt counts much more haha.   ok so with that, and a pic fo the awaiting lil one, I  say good nigth for now~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Swan~   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HrXaNbZNJ48/SZDP0ghR18I/AAAAAAAAAB4/aPaji2OKEfw/s1600-h/DSC03400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HrXaNbZNJ48/SZDP0ghR18I/AAAAAAAAAB4/aPaji2OKEfw/s320/DSC03400.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300965262404736962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884239455344108611-6483970140499414979?l=daysofswammie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysofswammie.blogspot.com/feeds/6483970140499414979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://daysofswammie.blogspot.com/2009/02/haha-pow.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884239455344108611/posts/default/6483970140499414979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884239455344108611/posts/default/6483970140499414979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysofswammie.blogspot.com/2009/02/haha-pow.html' title='Haha POW!!'/><author><name>Swammie McMuffin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01847017976773913121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HrXaNbZNJ48/TCvl4bdm9II/AAAAAAAAAhc/NLBehH5qMBo/S220/101_0158.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HrXaNbZNJ48/SZDFZN5NJ6I/AAAAAAAAABg/M1L4jnveBU4/s72-c/DSC03395.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884239455344108611.post-3518265630232244498</id><published>2009-02-02T13:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T14:58:37.427-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday -.-;;;</title><content type='html'>Good evening people.&lt;br /&gt;Another boring day has gone by and it is soon time for bed now.&lt;br /&gt;You may have noticed (the few of you  who actually read this blog) that there was no new post yesterday, aka sunday,  and there is a simple explanation for that. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I did nothing worth writing about. &lt;/span&gt;Yeah, nothing really except for sleeping half the day and mostly chatting about this and that even when I  know I have a few things to be done. I guess 'keeping sundays at peace' is one of my specialities ^^;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did draw though. Amazing what paintchat can do to you really :3 let me show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HrXaNbZNJ48/SYdnkQGQnaI/AAAAAAAAABQ/KrEXzXziJkw/s1600-h/I+love+you.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 192px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HrXaNbZNJ48/SYdnkQGQnaI/AAAAAAAAABQ/KrEXzXziJkw/s320/I+love+you.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298317359118851490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually started drewing something like this in a sketchbook of mine and after looking at it for a little bit I figured it was a very nice idea really. My girly thought it looked like it was a heart with holes in it though, and now with a second glance at it I can see it too. So she suggested that I should draw a heart patched up or a patched heart in general. Hopefully it wont take too long before you see that idea popping up here then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is the second picture...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HrXaNbZNJ48/SYdsqWkONkI/AAAAAAAAABY/9CO0d0_b_5Y/s1600-h/October.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 276px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HrXaNbZNJ48/SYdsqWkONkI/AAAAAAAAABY/9CO0d0_b_5Y/s320/October.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298322961492489794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is made in a story between my and, once again, my girly &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His, yes its a boy, name is October but his brother (and lover xDD;;; shoot me) calls him Octi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure I want to write more about him but who knows, maybe he'll appear again when you least expect it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, I slightly mentioned the idea of putting dirty stories out on this blog. That might actually happen as I am planning on creating "Dirty Story Friday" for this blog haha, and yes I will be using other authors who I have asked if wanted to help out a little with short stories of dirtyness. And if you are lucky I shall try (and fail) to make my own short story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to work early and came home dead tired as always. And even though I wasn't going to I sleep a little longer that I hd panned out through the day. Poor Kimmi has spent most of the day talking to his plastc friend or his reflection which he sometimes try to chase by crawling up behind the mirror poor thing lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granny called me as I was abot to drag myself into some constructive, paying labour at the dentis office, which is where I clean in the evenings. Granny was mostly worried about how my face was doing, which can be viewed in the first post made on my blog here. I am happy to infor you that my face is back to normal again, if not even better. God, my skin is so smooth and soft now. I worship that lotiont I got for the really really really dry skin. If you ever struggle with the same I shall gladly tell you what the name of the lotion is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok well that's kinda it for now I  guess. Will see if tomorrow brings any fun topics to write about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Swan~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884239455344108611-3518265630232244498?l=daysofswammie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysofswammie.blogspot.com/feeds/3518265630232244498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://daysofswammie.blogspot.com/2009/02/monday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884239455344108611/posts/default/3518265630232244498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884239455344108611/posts/default/3518265630232244498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysofswammie.blogspot.com/2009/02/monday.html' title='Monday -.-;;;'/><author><name>Swammie McMuffin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01847017976773913121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HrXaNbZNJ48/TCvl4bdm9II/AAAAAAAAAhc/NLBehH5qMBo/S220/101_0158.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HrXaNbZNJ48/SYdnkQGQnaI/AAAAAAAAABQ/KrEXzXziJkw/s72-c/I+love+you.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884239455344108611.post-4487565792735458077</id><published>2009-01-31T13:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T14:04:45.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend!!</title><content type='html'>Technically I was still awake when the new day began. Hell, I had barely come home from work when it was past midnight, but who doesn't like to have a good sleep before they call it a new day, ne? So I have to admitt I didnt go to sleep untill after seven ehe ^^; and I remember it was 2: -something- pm when I woke up I think.. or was it 4... eeeh, never mind that though.&lt;br /&gt;Either way, I spent most of the day in bed untill I got the feeling that I wanted to draw something and then decided to get up. Still didn't draw much ofcourse. Wouldn't be me if I dived straight into it. A little bit of rp-ing with a fellow dA'ist.&lt;br /&gt;Being saturday I snuck off to the store for a little saturday nom nom which did not take long concidering I live like three minutes away.&lt;br /&gt; and then the feeling arrived again, just as Jack (you know yourself) popped on. And she so happened to get a tablet for christmas wher the convenient idea is that I already got a tablet too. And there it began, Swan's drawing awakening. Ending up with this picture here:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HrXaNbZNJ48/SYTFH23hrnI/AAAAAAAAABI/wOKY0doA3cw/s1600-h/I%27m+feeiling+sexy.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HrXaNbZNJ48/SYTFH23hrnI/AAAAAAAAABI/wOKY0doA3cw/s320/I%27m+feeiling+sexy.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297575800472710770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, very much so lol. You can see it bigger if you click t I think, or on my art page http://swanheart19.deviantart.com where I upload all my art that might look like it's any good :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so the reason it looks a bit fuzzy colored is because I had some connection issues and had to reload the page which then resulted in me not getting back on that painchat board. Just glad I took a screenshot so I could save it as it was then &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that my girlie logged on &lt;3 and yay she showed me a cute picture she drew earlier but which she is now shaping up a little bit. Nothing better than an artist who's able to improve :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I  n os sit here and ponder on what is going to happen out in the night after I post this. Will Kimmi survive my hisses and attempts to get him to stay out of my way when he wants to cuddle/bother me and I  do not? Will anyone actually read this blog or do I have to rely on dirty stories to catch people's interest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, untill next time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Swan~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884239455344108611-4487565792735458077?l=daysofswammie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysofswammie.blogspot.com/feeds/4487565792735458077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://daysofswammie.blogspot.com/2009/01/weekend.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884239455344108611/posts/default/4487565792735458077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884239455344108611/posts/default/4487565792735458077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysofswammie.blogspot.com/2009/01/weekend.html' title='Weekend!!'/><author><name>Swammie McMuffin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01847017976773913121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HrXaNbZNJ48/TCvl4bdm9II/AAAAAAAAAhc/NLBehH5qMBo/S220/101_0158.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HrXaNbZNJ48/SYTFH23hrnI/AAAAAAAAABI/wOKY0doA3cw/s72-c/I%27m+feeiling+sexy.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884239455344108611.post-1722914958555891965</id><published>2009-01-30T06:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T06:55:34.529-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First day of new, final blog.</title><content type='html'>Hello people.&lt;br /&gt;Yes I  know I have had a shitload of logs, but this time I have decided this one is the one to stay, since this is the only one I am able to acces through a computer. That will make it way easier for me to write a little every day as well as adding pictures and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is now 3.32pm and not too long ago I returned from granny's after having some dinner there. mmmh she had fish l33 yum yum I love fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before that I had an appointment at the doctors office to check out my recently 'balloon face' reaction. Oh yes, there is pisc xD;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HrXaNbZNJ48/SYMQevSvTJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/pMXR3S9hPLA/s1600-h/at+works+XD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 288px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HrXaNbZNJ48/SYMQevSvTJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/pMXR3S9hPLA/s320/at+works+XD.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297095706995018898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HrXaNbZNJ48/SYMUSX-4IyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/YYzJI6eVr2w/s1600-h/Balloo+face.jpg"&gt;                             &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 356px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HrXaNbZNJ48/SYMUSX-4IyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/YYzJI6eVr2w/s320/Balloo+face.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297099892625777442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see it's not that pretty really and I can only smile or gape about 40-50% of what im normally able to so yeah... Im glad when I finally can get some faaaaaaaaaat lotion onto the skin around my nose and mouht. Hopefully that will work or I had to come back and then stronger ointment would be taken into use (soundFX: dun dun dun duuuun)&lt;br /&gt;Today is Friday and that means evening cleaning at PRIX (the store for those who does not know that) and then theere is weekend, oh lovely weekend. Im still debating on wether to clean dentist tonight or on sunday. So far it's drawing towards sunday but we'll see. A good, stressless weekend would be nice aswell. I'll probably post some more when I get home from work :3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884239455344108611-1722914958555891965?l=daysofswammie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysofswammie.blogspot.com/feeds/1722914958555891965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://daysofswammie.blogspot.com/2009/01/first-day-of-new-final-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884239455344108611/posts/default/1722914958555891965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884239455344108611/posts/default/1722914958555891965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysofswammie.blogspot.com/2009/01/first-day-of-new-final-blog.html' title='First day of new, final blog.'/><author><name>Swammie McMuffin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01847017976773913121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HrXaNbZNJ48/TCvl4bdm9II/AAAAAAAAAhc/NLBehH5qMBo/S220/101_0158.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HrXaNbZNJ48/SYMQevSvTJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/pMXR3S9hPLA/s72-c/at+works+XD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
