<?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-9037210390716707833</id><updated>2012-02-16T13:57:23.940+01:00</updated><category term='stealing'/><category term='world'/><category term='Twitter'/><category term='Blogs'/><category term='philosphy'/><category term='Religion'/><category term='pedophiles'/><category term='celebraties'/><category term='wondering'/><category term='kids'/><category term='Ect.'/><category term='internet'/><title type='text'>Eoran's Blog and life</title><subtitle type='html'>A blog about Eoran's thoughts of her own life and the big outside world</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eoran.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037210390716707833/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eoran.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Eoran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00314052443767690400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZN3NFOD4p4s/SkDXxWgwV7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/cYJuivBQ-X8/S220/is+it+a+cat.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037210390716707833.post-3817892197541130917</id><published>2009-11-01T15:10:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T17:53:04.047+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wondering'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philosphy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world'/><title type='text'>Back on track and Job</title><content type='html'>The art of getting time to do things you WANT to do. I am starting my new job from tomorrow, and school is burrying me oh my. Well  I am going to type a neat subject for a change and try do the same tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of those things I notice every so often is the difference of culture in world and small worlds.&lt;br /&gt;By that I simply mean that even in the small things in life our culture can make such a big difference, in general means all the small things in our own little world so much despite how useless and pointless it might seem, then it still means enough for us to just think about it and wonder and care about it. Things have meaning and it is us who gave it meaning. We don't consider the worth of it like we should. The worth of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be continued tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037210390716707833-3817892197541130917?l=eoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eoran.blogspot.com/feeds/3817892197541130917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eoran.blogspot.com/2009/11/back-on-track-and-job.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037210390716707833/posts/default/3817892197541130917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037210390716707833/posts/default/3817892197541130917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eoran.blogspot.com/2009/11/back-on-track-and-job.html' title='Back on track and Job'/><author><name>Eoran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00314052443767690400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZN3NFOD4p4s/SkDXxWgwV7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/cYJuivBQ-X8/S220/is+it+a+cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037210390716707833.post-8632238702043840224</id><published>2009-09-04T20:25:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T20:35:31.118+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Losing and edges</title><content type='html'>2 months has it been since I was here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a long time I am aware, but in my defense I can say I really have been busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School has started, but is finally settling down, I lost my job, and have been really sick for 2 weeks. But I am still jobless, and I must say I have been on many edges. Pushed far enough to snap at some people and pick a fight, but it ended fine, if you should wonder. I have called every single shop, resturant and companies, you name it! Only one job interview that went down the drain again.. But! Again I have a job interview, this Monday, I am very excited since I saw their announce and their job seems really good, I really hope to get it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now beside this I have been restless. No jobs means no activity, at least it has made me get out and start running, I was not aware I needed this quick of activity, but I intend to keep my habit of running, and to be honest it feels great to see I make progress every night as I am able to keep the pace for longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have started to read a lot again, it feels nice to read once again, I have missed it, but just felt a kind of roof on top of my head, as my head said "no! We don't want to!" so it feels nice to start do it again, I still have a few books I never got to read. I also wrote, but most got kicked out in the trash, however I let one poem survive though as I was very pleased with it. I even made a movie with it, that I will try get on here or at least link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is going to be calm, but I have a busy Saturday and Sunday, i am afraid it cannot be expected that I get here. Oh well, back to business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have feel stretched out on each avaible edge there is in my life, pushed out to the hatred and fear, and then the happiness and joy, it has been up and downs with sickness and lose of job that really has not been pleasant I must admit. I am finally feeling like I am not losing but gaining needed experience on how to find a job, I have been extremly effective, I got over all shops and resturants and hotels through 2 days. Without luck though, but I had searched and asked. Bad luck I would guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am going to go off leaving the poem at the buttom of this page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And God called down on his messiah.&lt;br /&gt;Foresaid him to save and create.&lt;br /&gt;To cast away his life and heart for him&lt;br /&gt;That God would be his one and only&lt;br /&gt;God called his messiah to safe his creation&lt;br /&gt;Named him son in a dove’s glove.&lt;br /&gt;God foresaw his enemies and pain and named it human.&lt;br /&gt;For in his image his enemy rose&lt;br /&gt;And so his messiah should save him.&lt;br /&gt;But he refused.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037210390716707833-8632238702043840224?l=eoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eoran.blogspot.com/feeds/8632238702043840224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eoran.blogspot.com/2009/09/losing-and-edges.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037210390716707833/posts/default/8632238702043840224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037210390716707833/posts/default/8632238702043840224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eoran.blogspot.com/2009/09/losing-and-edges.html' title='Losing and edges'/><author><name>Eoran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00314052443767690400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZN3NFOD4p4s/SkDXxWgwV7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/cYJuivBQ-X8/S220/is+it+a+cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037210390716707833.post-8506082113419722496</id><published>2009-07-31T03:49:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T03:50:17.709+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Another boring night.</title><content type='html'>Another boring night, I didn't recall my interesting subject! le sigh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets try once again tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037210390716707833-8506082113419722496?l=eoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eoran.blogspot.com/feeds/8506082113419722496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eoran.blogspot.com/2009/07/another-boring-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037210390716707833/posts/default/8506082113419722496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037210390716707833/posts/default/8506082113419722496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eoran.blogspot.com/2009/07/another-boring-night.html' title='Another boring night.'/><author><name>Eoran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00314052443767690400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZN3NFOD4p4s/SkDXxWgwV7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/cYJuivBQ-X8/S220/is+it+a+cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037210390716707833.post-2477449579872556680</id><published>2009-07-29T23:22:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T23:29:18.256+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Vacation goes...</title><content type='html'>Ack the vacation is disappearing under my feets. Not like I haven't been busy. My dad was rushed to the hospital, but is now home and safe. I have like 14 days of vacation left! It goes too fast! Ack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I look forward to school again, I have a lot of new classes I can't wait to be in, and math and science is over, my two hate classes (beside from Germany that I finish this year) But I won't complain, I have a lot of extra classes, yet I feel like it's going to be a LOT easier for me now when mat and science no longer will take all of my time and drain my brain and energy. From now on I only have classes that I fully enjoy. Despite Germany, but I hope to actually start learning that stupid language, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have anything exciting to tell about today, I think I had a good subject, but I lost it, oh well tomorrow maybe? I am getting home at Saturday, but my boyfriend and I (the love of my life&lt;3) have a lot of plans. My boyfriend is a nice guy 4 years older than me, wuhu for old men!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well not really, but it does feel kind of fun. But we have been together for over 2 years, the difference doesn't really get noticed by people, people ALWAYS think I am 21. yes 21, not 20 or 19 but 21. Haha. Lets see if I get here tomorrow to tell about something a bit more exciting than my own life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037210390716707833-2477449579872556680?l=eoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eoran.blogspot.com/feeds/2477449579872556680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eoran.blogspot.com/2009/07/vacation-goes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037210390716707833/posts/default/2477449579872556680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037210390716707833/posts/default/2477449579872556680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eoran.blogspot.com/2009/07/vacation-goes.html' title='The Vacation goes...'/><author><name>Eoran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00314052443767690400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZN3NFOD4p4s/SkDXxWgwV7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/cYJuivBQ-X8/S220/is+it+a+cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037210390716707833.post-2379825375025775420</id><published>2009-07-23T21:27:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T21:39:13.918+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ect.'/><title type='text'>Update and Life</title><content type='html'>Hello once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am late once again, but hey, my computer broke once again. At least I get time to spend with my boyfriend this vacation and see the new harry potter movie. I adore the books and the movies they are great! I have enjoyed my vacation, and just as much as I enjoy writing on my blog, I am going to be doing a loooot of things doing my vacation, so I haven't really been motivated to get it all written down, but I have had a great time! I plan to take my blog far more serious from now on, and hey. No one told me to write 3 paragraphs every single day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I want to. I will just write a few lines and post that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had a great vacation so far and plan to enjoy the rest of it! Have a nice summer!&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037210390716707833-2379825375025775420?l=eoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eoran.blogspot.com/feeds/2379825375025775420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eoran.blogspot.com/2009/07/update-and-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037210390716707833/posts/default/2379825375025775420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037210390716707833/posts/default/2379825375025775420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eoran.blogspot.com/2009/07/update-and-life.html' title='Update and Life'/><author><name>Eoran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00314052443767690400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZN3NFOD4p4s/SkDXxWgwV7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/cYJuivBQ-X8/S220/is+it+a+cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037210390716707833.post-1535258297283671149</id><published>2009-07-11T23:41:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T23:54:25.233+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stealing'/><title type='text'>Crimes or Moral?</title><content type='html'>Today I had one of those conversation where I do not know which side I am on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crimes. They happen all over the world, and all the time, and in this conversation we talked about "being tempted" by open doors and such. My best friend rubbed me. I was 12, and she stole my favourite bracelet and money that I actually hid away, and she stole some of my toys. She probably thought I wouldn't notice, but when I caught her and her younger sister with their pockets full of my things I freaked and cried in pure shock over the fact my best friend stole from me. Today I know why she did it, she was jealous of the things I had, and to many people in this world me and my parents are rich, but in the world and country I live in, I am poor. My parents barely make it for the house, I have to pay many things on my own that teens in my age never have to pay for on their own. Like a phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I do no mind this. I think it's healthy to feel for myself exactly how much money to cost to live, and why I need an education, I think the other teens in my country are spoiled and stucked up in expensive clothes, where their wondering isn't if they worked enough (because often they don't even have a work) to pay the phone bill, but if a shirt looks good on them before paying half of what I make a salary for that thing. It's crazy, and their parents feed them with money if they need it, and I hate it. How spoiled they are, and how they expect the rest of this world to be just as spoiled as themself. Their parents drive them wherever they want them, whenever they want it, if they can't they pay the bus. In my world, my parents aren't taxi drivers, and if I want to go anywhere, I have to pay the bus MYSELF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here in Denmark rubbery is not needed. If you live a crappy life, if you just make money to make your day, don't complain. We pay so many taxes in this country that people like that get help they actually get money from the goverment to keep on going and not end up on the street. Just because you envy what others have does not mean it's okay to rub and steal because you can't have that expensive clothes as the others. However in other countries than mine, where people often have to steal to &lt;em&gt;survive &lt;/em&gt;I see more of a reasoning. If people rub me from a personal belonging they just want, I get mad. I earned my money to buy that thing, I worked my butt off to have it! And then someone jsut steals it? That's not fair. But if you steal something to live, to get food. Is it then alright? No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it's just reasoned. But that does not make it alright to steal from another person. What if you steal money from them that they had to only barely make their day? And they would be forced to steal as well to get food? No you shouldn't steal or rub, or anything like that, it's just an evil circle without ending, I would wish however that the goverment of these countries would help the people to be able to live and not die of hunger. But I can't just decide that or change it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037210390716707833-1535258297283671149?l=eoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eoran.blogspot.com/feeds/1535258297283671149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eoran.blogspot.com/2009/07/crimes-or-moral.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037210390716707833/posts/default/1535258297283671149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037210390716707833/posts/default/1535258297283671149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eoran.blogspot.com/2009/07/crimes-or-moral.html' title='Crimes or Moral?'/><author><name>Eoran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00314052443767690400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZN3NFOD4p4s/SkDXxWgwV7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/cYJuivBQ-X8/S220/is+it+a+cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037210390716707833.post-541181261295834396</id><published>2009-07-04T21:53:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T22:16:06.158+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebraties'/><title type='text'>Stalking or Admiring ?</title><content type='html'>Hello once again.If you are anything like me, you have probably been wondering why celebrities are being stalked and followed by fans in such a creepy way. Or is it just because they admire the person so much they simply can't help but stalk them like birds stalking crumbs? I say no. I say that some people simply become so jealous or come to a point where they admire a person so much that they get a certain need to follow this person everywhere they go, see what they do, try copy it, wanting to do the same, wanting to look like them. If not, why would you stalk them? Why read every existing article about them? You want to be like them, rich, famous and popular. But thinking again, would you love to be stalked by someone like yourself who in probably is an annoying person in their eye? You would be to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is people who are being followed because of bad reputation. Why? Britney Spears. She was going to party's, she was dressing like whore for a period of time, well guess what. Reality is that most girls do so, and Brtiney just got enough of her rotten life and wanted to go out and have fun. She is a human being like us, she gets depressed when someone she loves leaves her alone with children, and she goes out to try have fun, but is being followed by cameras wherever she goes. Because the media is turning her into a perfect icon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They complain about her, they bash her face, they laugh at her on tv, because she is an icon who is supposed to be perfect, when her life is fucked, when she screws things up, she is on the fuck, and will be slaughtered by every word she says. She is not allowed to fail, she is not allowed to make mistakes. What a stressful and awful life to live. It must be cool to have all those money and stuff, but hell, no way I ever would give away my privacy for that. Nothing is like privacy, I want it and I want it to be mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So maybe people should consider again. Do I really want to be a famous icon in the united states of America? Certainly I wouldn't and Micheal Jackson is a good example of people being followed. Beside the fact that he all is life was accused of doing some dirty stuff with kids, even in his dead he can only crumble in vain and cry in his grave over how people fight and stalk him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is alive! We saw him! the theory contains that he pretended to be death and fled to be safe from the life he lived. Well Good choice Michael, I would have done the same thing if I was just as followed and "in spot light" like him. He was never left alone, and how he kept on living with those accusations over his head, hitting him like a car every other minute he went on the internet or read his newspaper. Well what a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if he fled? Well why not leave him alone? Do you think he would get back on stage if he actually did? Hell no. He would flee and cry every night over being discovered. What a brick. Just leave the man alone, he is dead, and he wants to be dead, leave his kids and money alone, he already took care of it.A dead man is a dead man, no matter if he is a celebrity or not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037210390716707833-541181261295834396?l=eoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eoran.blogspot.com/feeds/541181261295834396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eoran.blogspot.com/2009/07/stalking-or-admireing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037210390716707833/posts/default/541181261295834396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037210390716707833/posts/default/541181261295834396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eoran.blogspot.com/2009/07/stalking-or-admireing.html' title='Stalking or Admiring ?'/><author><name>Eoran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00314052443767690400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZN3NFOD4p4s/SkDXxWgwV7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/cYJuivBQ-X8/S220/is+it+a+cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037210390716707833.post-7206660796837104055</id><published>2009-06-30T02:09:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T02:35:03.312+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pedophiles'/><title type='text'>Kids are a no touchy!</title><content type='html'>Oh yes I certainly picked a most interesting subject today, didn't I? pedophiles. As you might noticed I don't have a one way solution or conclution about anything. I am in between, standing in the middle, feeling for both sides and wanting to understand both sides. Which is also why I have this vision on adults abusing the innocence of children. I do no think it's right or excused. However I feel their shame and I feel sorry for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By accusing someone for touching or abusing chidlren is a very harsh and it ruins that person's life. Even when he never did it and the court calls him innocent, then people will forever suspect him and it will ruin his life forever. Getting the glances, not being trusted, all of this would follow him even if he is an innocent man who never in his life thought of children that way, never in his life touched on inapproiate places. Like Michael Jackson. How many cases has that guy not got on his neck? 15 cases? And you know what's the fun thing about them? He was claimed innocent in all cases. Yet the medias and the public world and the internet still harrash the man, even after his death people all over the world let the pedophile jokes run across the world, he cannot live the way he used to, because he was accused for being a pedophile. Most be absolutely horrible when you try run a life around with your own kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beside that. Taking a look one those who's fetish really is children, whom really are pedophiles. Taking a step away from it looking it over I think. Poor people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine the only thing that turns you on, the only thing you can work with, is something that's illegal, and you must push down your sexual sides, and your sexual needs. Just imagine if it was illegal to love the person you love, and wanting to have sex with him. Wouldn't it be horrible to denied this? To know that the entire world would want to kill you and look down on you if you ever should do it. I think that's one horrible thing, and I think pedophiles needs proffesional help in addition to live a good life without thinking about kids. But why do we other people think of it so wrongly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because they are kids. They are too young and innocent to understand the real contest of it, and even if you would find a kid who liked what happened to him/her, later in life this kid would probably come to realise it was very wrong. That what happened wasn't right, and to put those images and that memory into an innocent child is a horrible crime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But some pedophiles have common sense. They know how wrong their thoughts are, the know they shouldn't be near or work with kids. But you cannot keep your sexual frustration down forever, eventually those people would try. And someday the kid will tell one of it's parents about what happened. And the storm is breaking out. Why do they work with kids then ? Why take the chance when we know the kids won't keep it a secret and tell what happened? Because they simply can't resist. I don't blame them, you just have to think about your own sexual interest to understand how they would feel. Why does these people with common sense not seek proffesional help then? I think the answer in so simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think how people would react. A pedophile! Going out admitting it and try get help. Even he/her would get his life ruined even if he/she never touched or got near children. To ruin your life like that when try changing your person and being isn't motivating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People should give more second chances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what makes the difference in the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037210390716707833-7206660796837104055?l=eoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eoran.blogspot.com/feeds/7206660796837104055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eoran.blogspot.com/2009/06/kids-are-no-touchy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037210390716707833/posts/default/7206660796837104055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037210390716707833/posts/default/7206660796837104055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eoran.blogspot.com/2009/06/kids-are-no-touchy.html' title='Kids are a no touchy!'/><author><name>Eoran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00314052443767690400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZN3NFOD4p4s/SkDXxWgwV7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/cYJuivBQ-X8/S220/is+it+a+cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037210390716707833.post-6495469632420236563</id><published>2009-06-28T21:02:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T03:42:31.291+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religion'/><title type='text'>Well my, my. What's been going on?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Where has Eoran been? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well first of all my computer overheated and burned down. I lost everything and just recently started to find most of my stuff, links, images, websites ect ect. It took my mind off this blog because I wanted to get ost of my stuff back of course, while I borrow this cheapy computer, whom I hate to write on. Why? The keyboard is twice the size of my own! It's horrible, it's big it's heavy and ugly! But I will get my own back in 2 weeks, until then I must write on this, and you will have to bare with my typos and silly writting mistakes, haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;But not only that other things has occupied my mind. A very close friend of mine lost his grandfather, he worried me for being "off" for so long, and when I heard from him he told me his grandfather has passed away. I know he has a hard time, his grandfather was close to him, and he has been so sad since he became sick some weeks ago and was hospitalized. Happily he passed away peacefully. I don't really believe in God, but my friend does, so I hope that someone up there in the top will take good care of his granddad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;God is such an interesting topic, well religion also. I never been religious but I never took a step away from him saying I don't believe in odd circumstances in this world. So I am not an atheist either, yet I do not believe in God. But not believing in him and saying he doesn't exist is two different things. Maybe someone is there? Maybe not. I do not know, neither do you, who read this, no one really does, and if they say so, I would say they lie. Religion is about faith and belief, you do not know things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;What's your purpose of living then? How would I know? I do not know why you were put on earth, because it is our nature to mate and spread us like every other animal? To rule the world? Maybe there is nothing? So if there isn't? Create one instead! Make your own purpose, make your own reason to keep on living, set your goal and say "this is what I am living for" I am not talking about wanting to see or do things, but the fact of &lt;em&gt;being &lt;/em&gt;or &lt;em&gt;to be &lt;/em&gt;something. What is your goal? Be alive? Live? Be you? Keep on going? Seeing the edge of this world? Decide on your own, don't ask me, I do not know. You can only create your own goal, you can only see it and understand it yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Even when the world can look so horrible and you feel like you rather should die, or you are told that you soon will die because of some illness, telling yourseld "I am going to die, painfully. Why not just end it quickly?" It would seem like the only thing left for you wouldn't it? But we are all going to die. No matter if we want it or not, we are all going to die, we are all going to feel pain, yet we keep on living don't we? It is not our nature to kill yourself, it's nature to keep on living even if you know it can end so quickly, and so on. But it can always. You could die in 20 minutes from now, and right now thousands and thousands of people are dying, and new are born. It's nature, it's how it works, we can die any time, we can die before we even start living, it's just a question about how, when and who we are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;You would have to get up and live on your own. No one can help you living, no one can help you get up on your legs and walk, we can support you and carry, but someday we must let you go and let you walk on your own, because that's how we work. That's why I don't think there is any God in this world who decides how we live, or how we use our life, bad or good, is a question of many things. What's sinful? I really do not know, but I am sure of that you somehow have to figure things out yourself. Sometimes everybody or just a large group of human agree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I am not so sure God always take so much control of things as we might believe or think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037210390716707833-6495469632420236563?l=eoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eoran.blogspot.com/feeds/6495469632420236563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eoran.blogspot.com/2009/06/well-my-my-whats-been-going-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037210390716707833/posts/default/6495469632420236563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037210390716707833/posts/default/6495469632420236563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eoran.blogspot.com/2009/06/well-my-my-whats-been-going-on.html' title='Well my, my. What&apos;s been going on?'/><author><name>Eoran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00314052443767690400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZN3NFOD4p4s/SkDXxWgwV7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/cYJuivBQ-X8/S220/is+it+a+cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037210390716707833.post-8019555219024907564</id><published>2009-06-23T16:12:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T16:51:24.557+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><title type='text'>The internet and it's wonders</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We all know it, we are all very familiar with it. The internet. yes you are even on the internet right now, searching and looking for blogs, or browsing your favourite sites, browsing your facebook, or myspace, yes maybe even posting a short message on your twitter to update your life, to tell the world what you are doing, where you are and who you are. The internet connects people, it connects me, a little Dane, to the big America and it's people. We get to talk over msn, we can talk and chat, and even if the timezone will keep us at distance because I will sleep when their day truly begins. It is of course hard to keep in touch with friends over the internet, definitely when the timezones&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;such a huge different sometimes it can be 9 hours, and that makes it very hard to connect with people, you would often have to meet or talk on an exact hour, and then you can only speak for a few hours per day. Or one of you would have to stay up very late or get up very early. Yes it can indeed be a big problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So? What's so great about the internet besides than connecting with the world? I think google is awesome. The fact I can go there, type a few words of a subject I want some knowledge about and thousands of pages shows up and I can browse them look after exactly what I wanted to know about, if you want information about anything, you can find it on the internet on a few seconds. Back in the old days you had to look up in the encyclopedia and that containing almost 20 books with information about each letter. It takes time and often you don't get the rightful answer you were looking for. The internet takes 2 minutes and you have thousands of sites to pick from, the most relevant on the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The internet is the one place everybody can reach each other, find old friends, find articles of their interest, watch movies, entertain themselves, and in a fast way. The internet never fails us, the computer can fail, the wires can fail, but the internet always provide us with fast searching and nice resulsts. The internet has become the one center of the world, controlling many people's lives but that is more likely that person's view of the internet than the internet being "evil".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The internet is fast, and our future, even if internet and machines take away a lot of jobs in this world, there is needed someone around who also can handle machines and computers, IT/EDB we need people who know what they talk about, and pass it on to the next generation. If you know something about computers, you can survive the new world, and you are going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The internet has definitely become our future.&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/9037210390716707833-8019555219024907564?l=eoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eoran.blogspot.com/feeds/8019555219024907564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eoran.blogspot.com/2009/06/internet-and-its-wonders.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037210390716707833/posts/default/8019555219024907564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037210390716707833/posts/default/8019555219024907564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eoran.blogspot.com/2009/06/internet-and-its-wonders.html' title='The internet and it&apos;s wonders'/><author><name>Eoran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00314052443767690400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZN3NFOD4p4s/SkDXxWgwV7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/cYJuivBQ-X8/S220/is+it+a+cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037210390716707833.post-1041888561172292001</id><published>2009-06-23T01:53:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T02:19:11.327+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twitter'/><title type='text'>Ah Blogs. And Twitter!</title><content type='html'>Ah the wonder of the wonderful Blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I finally did it, I finally created a blog! Not that it was very expected by anyone, but I have been thinking about it, I have been encouraged as well to make one, and I found the idea so very much interesting. Why? Because a blog gives perspective, it gives you something to think about, it gives a nice input from someone who's just a very normal being, it gives input in something so normal as breakfast, and something so abnormal as the outside world and how it works. Yes a blog is indeed something very interesting in life, it's a small gate into people's insight of things, it shouldn't suprise me that very few people actually reads blogs, because blogs often aren't very intersting to people who doesn't know the blog owner. Often blogs are even just made as a diary and to get to write out in puplic. Beside that many people aren't valueing common people's (like me) opinion. They want a proffesional view on the case, they want something 100% sure instead of taking the time to read a new opinion upon the subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean to use the blog very much different than just as a simple diary. I plan to use to state my opinions out loud, I plan to make contribution on a subject, state an opinion and open up some perspective. let it be a simple subject as breakfast, till the more peeved subjects as war and millitary. I am not going to hold back from something because I very likely offend someone with my opinions, my apoligize if I do, but that won't stop me from stating my opinion, I am the owner of this blog and I wish to be free in my subjects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is also why I added the "adult material" warning. I don't want to be held back by the bonds of adult material, if i wish to talk about sex, then I will talk about sex, and I do wish to warn people of the possible material. I feel like that I created unlimited possibilities for myself and this blog. It will be about my life and the thoughts of it, but also the outside life I am not a part of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which leads to an intersting subject. Twitter. A new thing (at least to me) I was unfamiliar with Twitter until I read the link I posted. I found it very usefull and enjoyed the reading, I think Twitter is very intersting, I see it like a mini blog where you can only write very small things, or post a link, or post an image. But the idea/the basis is intersting. I thought about joining it and get an idea of what it was like, but from the article it sounds like you can post small message on your twitter, you can puplish what you are doing/watching/eating right here and now, in the second. I find the idea intersting, but on the other hand I don't think I ever would use it myself. I would simply not because of the same reason I do not own a facebook profile. I wouldn't update it with anything intersting. I don't think my breakfast is utterly intersting, and neither do I feel like share with anyone that I am eating a sandwich (gasp! I did it!) I think I would go on there and read the posts from others, I just wouldn't use it myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not because I would "forget" to update it (don't be afraid I will update this blog) No that gives the wrong impression of how I feel about this blogger. It is of course to gave something to do in my life, something to attend to and contribute in life. But I do take my blog very serious, I want it to look nice, I want to write blogs and be taken seriously, I want to be serious and take my subjects serious. So I only expect the same from my readers. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think with that said I can finally declear my blog puplished and official :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037210390716707833-1041888561172292001?l=eoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://www.time.com/time/business/article/0,8599,1902604,00.html' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eoran.blogspot.com/feeds/1041888561172292001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eoran.blogspot.com/2009/06/ah-blogs-and-twitter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037210390716707833/posts/default/1041888561172292001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037210390716707833/posts/default/1041888561172292001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eoran.blogspot.com/2009/06/ah-blogs-and-twitter.html' title='Ah Blogs. And Twitter!'/><author><name>Eoran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00314052443767690400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZN3NFOD4p4s/SkDXxWgwV7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/cYJuivBQ-X8/S220/is+it+a+cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
