tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41752100355486963162024-03-14T04:34:24.091+01:00My life as AngelI'm a writer, poet and actress who breaks the rules and goes with her heart. I'm living my dreams to become true by believing that anything is possible. And yes, it did hurt when I fell down from heaven. Enjoy.Miia Alisa Angel Christensenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12908798561583629870noreply@blogger.comBlogger86125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4175210035548696316.post-51685526976740369212014-11-15T08:30:00.000+01:002014-11-15T08:30:00.425+01:00Happily ever after<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Bride walking down the aisle. All white. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">True love. Two to be one with each other in the silent unspoken memories.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Something in her understands the voice of his eyes is deeper than all roses.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">He was touched by an angel. Now he just stands there, waiting her to become his forever.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Words are not enough today. The beginning of the rest of their lives.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">...And they lived happily ever after...</span>Miia Alisa Angel Christensenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12908798561583629870noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4175210035548696316.post-85693653856557647382014-10-15T18:15:00.000+02:002014-10-15T18:15:00.413+02:00One day I'll be gone<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Another argument. Slamming doors. Tears.</span><br />
<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">You keep coming and going.</span><br />
<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Lousy porn on your screen. It makes me sick.</span><br />
<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I'm wondering what I'm doing with someone like you. I deserve something better. One day when you're crawling back home drunk I won't be there. I will be gone. Never looking back.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I'm not alone. Just sitting alone among the others. Nobody cares and I love it. Watching people around, laughing on strangers. Running away from reality, which bites hard sometimes.</span></div>
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Miia Alisa Angel Christensenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12908798561583629870noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4175210035548696316.post-77485889221135296352014-08-15T08:30:00.000+02:002014-08-15T08:30:00.290+02:00I wish I knew<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I wish I knew who I am and what I want. Young girl, in this woman body. I keep running until all the bridges are burned down. One day I need to stop running.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">One day I have to find the answer. The answer, hidden somewhere in my heart. I have a key, but I just don't know how to use it. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I hope I'll learn one day before it's too late and when I realize, that I can't run any longer.</span></div>
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Miia Alisa Angel Christensenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12908798561583629870noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4175210035548696316.post-35556296858347414332014-07-15T08:08:00.000+02:002014-07-15T08:08:00.222+02:00In the middle of nowhere<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">In the middle of nowhere. Breathing something called air. I hear no traffic. The only thing I can hear is silence. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I feel uncomfortable. </span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I get restless and anxious. I don't like the feeling of staying still. The nature is not my thing.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I really need to get back in the city. Back to the society. I'll get the peace of mind when I hear people and the traffic in the backround. I belong there.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I can finally breath again.</span>Miia Alisa Angel Christensenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12908798561583629870noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4175210035548696316.post-8182740924508081292014-06-15T08:00:00.000+02:002014-06-15T08:00:00.648+02:00Soaked in luxury<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I close my eyes. I take a deep breath and step into my closet. My heaven, my passion.</span><div>
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7xh2RzHKA89Gigl4WCMkQbuJgMPqHyclPkieAMhf69F1K01s7M_qzh7GNOmMZqen4JauF4uFcoHGNFzpHpQeJPg0HBIUG-vu57-xc3tcf74bOwmlUFbS-4m8K9pR3m9SD5F2qNDbv6gQ1/s1600/have+a+walkin+closet.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7xh2RzHKA89Gigl4WCMkQbuJgMPqHyclPkieAMhf69F1K01s7M_qzh7GNOmMZqen4JauF4uFcoHGNFzpHpQeJPg0HBIUG-vu57-xc3tcf74bOwmlUFbS-4m8K9pR3m9SD5F2qNDbv6gQ1/s1600/have+a+walkin+closet.jpg" /></a><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Just watching around: Jewelries, purses, handbags, shoes and dresses...</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">So many beautyful things in one room and the best thing is that they're all mine.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I simply love my pink life. </span></div>
Miia Alisa Angel Christensenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12908798561583629870noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4175210035548696316.post-36972530876117328982014-05-15T07:00:00.000+02:002014-05-15T07:00:01.428+02:00Greatest show ever<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Dream as you'll live forever. Live as you'll die today.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">You only have one life, don't let it get waisted. I can't live my life by saving money for the days I'll get retired.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">What if I'm dead by then? Then I'll die without having never lived my life and that would be a shame.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">No regrets.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Open your arms and take life as a gift. Life is the greatest show on earth and you only have one ticket.</span><br />
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<br />Miia Alisa Angel Christensenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12908798561583629870noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4175210035548696316.post-2904853607298318832014-04-15T19:04:00.000+02:002014-04-15T19:04:00.455+02:00First spring day<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Melting snow, blooming flowers, coffee shops carring tables outside, happy people around me. The whole tired city waking up like Snow White of her sleep. There's only one word to describe it: Spring.</span>Miia Alisa Angel Christensenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12908798561583629870noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4175210035548696316.post-81781717187044481582014-03-15T07:00:00.000+01:002014-03-25T18:49:07.542+01:00Left behind<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">It's always easier to leave than to be left behind and that's a fact we can't change. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">We always hear people say that time heals the scars and it's true, even though you can't imagine it could be possible.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Love hurts, but there will always be sunshine after the storm. The sun breaks throw the clouds and life smiles back to you again.</span>Miia Alisa Angel Christensenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12908798561583629870noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4175210035548696316.post-42078990745484002602014-02-14T07:00:00.000+01:002014-02-14T07:00:02.453+01:00Be my Valentine<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwSXPdgq1E9IZoXMI8-vRKQPRD7OgcOwTKP9W8L1jX9rWrgHDlkfawWsUOJewpciKqrT0sytD0FlZcR5qsuf3S5FXytmdjIApaEqlgjNwModOu_Fmw1ZUxX41jSTzcorbTryYvoVZhKzF5/s1600/cupid.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwSXPdgq1E9IZoXMI8-vRKQPRD7OgcOwTKP9W8L1jX9rWrgHDlkfawWsUOJewpciKqrT0sytD0FlZcR5qsuf3S5FXytmdjIApaEqlgjNwModOu_Fmw1ZUxX41jSTzcorbTryYvoVZhKzF5/s1600/cupid.jpg" /></a><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">It's the 14.th of february and it means only one thing: Valentine's day. Men trying to impress their wives and girlfriends by buying flowers, chocolate and going out for a dinner. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">The day of the year when Cupid with his bow and arrow is spreading love all over the world. Blushing cheeks, kisses and holding hands. Love is in the air...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Be my Valentine.</span>Miia Alisa Angel Christensenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12908798561583629870noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4175210035548696316.post-63605144815065227792014-01-15T08:00:00.000+01:002014-01-15T08:00:02.732+01:00So fucking special<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Haters don't hate you. They hate themselves 'cause you're a reflection what they want to be. Yes, I know I have over 200 pair of shoes, designer bags and I get into exclusive places and get what I want. I would never go into zoo wearing crocs and a windbreaker, I don't even have one. </span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I would never take a charter vacation to a place where everybody goes to, I'd rather take around the world. I have always done things upside down and been different. I love my lifestyle, shopping, coffee drinking, travelling and being social. It's not an attitude, it's the way I am. Sometimes I try to be normal, but it's boring and I get back to being me.</span><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"> </span><br />
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Miia Alisa Angel Christensenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12908798561583629870noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4175210035548696316.post-83488338191064245052013-12-20T08:00:00.000+01:002013-12-20T08:00:04.819+01:00Lonely, lovely christmas<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I've never been best friends with christmas. It doesn't mean anything to me, just another day among the others. My family knows it, and they respect my wish to stay home by myself.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">People who doesn't know me thinks it's a pity to stay alone and I always get invited to celebrate christmas them, but I always turn them down 'cause I've chosen it myself.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I love being at home, watching tv, painting and doing things I usually do. I like to go to empty gym or take a walk on empty streets. It's so peaceful.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">It's not sad for me, it's not a pity for me. It's just my way to get over it... </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span>Miia Alisa Angel Christensenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12908798561583629870noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4175210035548696316.post-2489097234081353082013-11-20T08:00:00.000+01:002013-11-20T08:00:03.007+01:00Fashion slave<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">There's usually three types of people when it comes to fashion: Those who are true fashionistas. People who knows the next trend before it gets on the streets. Then there are those who follows what's in at the moment looking absolutely like everyone else following what a fashion magazine tells them to wear. Then there are those who doesn't care a shit what they're wearing as long it's practical or cheap. </span><br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbBSvR_A5GJcZ_3uS7KVqfbexE4LMGJjs3-Pk0PoVVC031eaxb8AQN-tJr-__oc7CwhjSQe8Qu7tYoJu649F3QyOIBOVifQBheUv7ivP_khwHrFM84aeeXgOTaKw7MbY8a3tAohbOClzbB/s1600/runway.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbBSvR_A5GJcZ_3uS7KVqfbexE4LMGJjs3-Pk0PoVVC031eaxb8AQN-tJr-__oc7CwhjSQe8Qu7tYoJu649F3QyOIBOVifQBheUv7ivP_khwHrFM84aeeXgOTaKw7MbY8a3tAohbOClzbB/s1600/runway.jpg" /></span></a><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I belong to the first group and people who know me don't even ask. They know they'll be wearing the same in 6 months. Some people looks at me like I'm from another planet when they think the clothes they're wearing are the highest fashion. But by then I'm already a half a year ahead showing the next seasons trends and colors. They just doesn't know it yet.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I don't judge. People can wear whatever they want to wear. But I do care. It is my passion to carry the latest pieces of art. I absolutely love fashion and I'm a slave of it.</span>Miia Alisa Angel Christensenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12908798561583629870noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4175210035548696316.post-38042915260287007622013-10-20T08:00:00.000+02:002013-10-20T08:00:08.328+02:00Art is not a thing. It's a way.<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"> Once again when I feel sad, I find my paintings and use my imagination. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"> All the colors of the rainbow, put together, giving me smile on my face.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"> I might not be the next Picasso or Van Goh, but I couldn't care a less what other people say. I do this for myself, not for anybody else.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"> It's a way to relax, a way to express myself.</span></div>
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Miia Alisa Angel Christensenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12908798561583629870noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4175210035548696316.post-11381064613411289862013-09-16T08:00:00.000+02:002013-09-16T08:00:00.336+02:00In love<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUylnhzjuVVPmlOoAFdtqlwmcgcRkAK62qWCz8_PD8n8R8qr-LgeCR42ojUWiIfreBL1sKRcON_JBxly-NjdnWLG93-QWUQo4eKYiWlSk7wsh0h0lXTnHEs8HTIajZnUFTA6Dmv6s6Hgd3/s1600/butterflies+in+stomach.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUylnhzjuVVPmlOoAFdtqlwmcgcRkAK62qWCz8_PD8n8R8qr-LgeCR42ojUWiIfreBL1sKRcON_JBxly-NjdnWLG93-QWUQo4eKYiWlSk7wsh0h0lXTnHEs8HTIajZnUFTA6Dmv6s6Hgd3/s1600/butterflies+in+stomach.jpg" /></a><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Smile on my face. Blush on my cheeks. Butterflies in my stomach. I feel like a teenager again.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Not one single thing I can't take. Today I can beat the whole world. I feel like the king of the world.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I'm in love.</span>Miia Alisa Angel Christensenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12908798561583629870noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4175210035548696316.post-78872980352197279352013-08-15T08:00:00.000+02:002013-08-15T08:00:07.457+02:00We only have one planet.<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">One world. One ocean. It's our world and we supposed to protect it.</span><br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpvhn8Lrhyphenhyphen5NhAHIk3ZH48EH8syyh1wcNWV1yERp_pbaMGOW0MdhedYhWeI4AHAD9k_r7lOsb4Zz_tuMFkmg_eV0DPdCWGOAV8VS3ys6P-90_YkR6zU5Le14KNmNDf9VDoG58-T7orOK3U/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpvhn8Lrhyphenhyphen5NhAHIk3ZH48EH8syyh1wcNWV1yERp_pbaMGOW0MdhedYhWeI4AHAD9k_r7lOsb4Zz_tuMFkmg_eV0DPdCWGOAV8VS3ys6P-90_YkR6zU5Le14KNmNDf9VDoG58-T7orOK3U/s1600/images.jpg" /></a><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Dead fishes, cans and water bottles on the beach. What's happening? Why nobody cares?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I wanna surf in the clean ocean. I want to drink pure water.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Save the ocean. Save the planet.</span>Miia Alisa Angel Christensenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12908798561583629870noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4175210035548696316.post-74770291214867374892013-07-15T07:09:00.000+02:002013-07-15T07:09:00.256+02:00Stupid girl<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I don't know myself anymore. I'm lost, somewhere in between. Thoughts flying around making completely chaos inside my head. No sense at all.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">I'm so sorry, that I need to do it to find out, that it's not better at all. I need to fall deep down to realize, that all I ever wanted I already had in my hands. I just didn't realize to appriciate it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Stupid girl. </span>Miia Alisa Angel Christensenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12908798561583629870noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4175210035548696316.post-88892504071112793472013-06-15T08:00:00.000+02:002013-11-21T13:00:07.269+01:00My way or highway<br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">You are a part of my life but you aren't. I don't know how it all ended this way and how long it all will continue but right now it feels fine.</span><br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidJJc2Eci4_kbKTG9vWFyxW8_V_0riFMsESH4btEI_4waH1btcai6QecotnWQ7TaD_ykKTON3spuYgJJNzyhSAp_yosQDS_vsXe609RMwH3baimVI6cgqFtuMxuJQ1DKsuSfk2NtudesTT/s1600/my+way.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidJJc2Eci4_kbKTG9vWFyxW8_V_0riFMsESH4btEI_4waH1btcai6QecotnWQ7TaD_ykKTON3spuYgJJNzyhSAp_yosQDS_vsXe609RMwH3baimVI6cgqFtuMxuJQ1DKsuSfk2NtudesTT/s1600/my+way.jpg" /></a><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Yes, I have moments when I need you more than ever, but that's the price I pay for getting it all to spin aroud the way I will.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I might be selfish when I have the attitude of doing things on my way or hightway. Well, as long it's fine with you I actually don't care.</span><br />
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Miia Alisa Angel Christensenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12908798561583629870noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4175210035548696316.post-3162090540623095362013-05-15T07:14:00.000+02:002013-05-15T07:14:00.435+02:00The day world stood still<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAl5aalTorU6RuhianfpHV5F4xIUA9DpKWa4MHHYSMF8u6P-9VuJew1wyctOuGk447TOYCKWlVilXNXEN7PeoC4On56UKeGEgon3GqJUYg2iNNNBiu_hsr1Gv3j39FJ47F8PIAVH82KA4D/s1600/sandheart.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAl5aalTorU6RuhianfpHV5F4xIUA9DpKWa4MHHYSMF8u6P-9VuJew1wyctOuGk447TOYCKWlVilXNXEN7PeoC4On56UKeGEgon3GqJUYg2iNNNBiu_hsr1Gv3j39FJ47F8PIAVH82KA4D/s1600/sandheart.jpg" /></a><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">The day you stepped into my life was the day the world stood still. I was blown away. But as I also knew that I would lose you for good in 24 hours 'cause I was leaving. Leaving far away, back to my normal life.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Life is so unfair sometimes. That sophisticated pain to love someone who's so unattainable. </span>Miia Alisa Angel Christensenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12908798561583629870noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4175210035548696316.post-53553218867879293032013-04-24T08:00:00.000+02:002013-04-24T13:37:08.063+02:00Sometimes you should look back<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">There you went never looking back. </span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Back to your boring life.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I know you had to, but I also know,</span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">that I was the best that could ever happen to you.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I can do what she does but so much better. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I thought you were more like me, playing with fire, enjoying life.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">You played and you got burned. You gave up.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I'm still here. Still enjoying every moment of my life, even if it's with or without you.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">You couldn't handle me, I was too wild. I won't change and you know it. You'll regret one day, and then I won't be there.</span>Miia Alisa Angel Christensenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12908798561583629870noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4175210035548696316.post-4952230946501104882013-03-25T08:30:00.000+01:002013-03-25T08:30:01.314+01:00Insomnia<div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Silent night. The only thing I can hear is my own breath. Just me. Who am I? I don't know the answer yet. Maybe I'll find it out one day. Let's just enjoy the beauty of the moment.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I can't sleep. So many memories. It all keeps coming back. Nightmare. Insomnia.</span><br />
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Miia Alisa Angel Christensenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12908798561583629870noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4175210035548696316.post-78944524311973147582013-02-25T08:30:00.000+01:002013-02-25T08:30:01.437+01:00Money, money, money...<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">This was the last time I keep telling myself over and over again. I'm a shoppaholic and I know it, but also know, that if I keep living this way, it'll hit me one day. I'm not talking about just few dollars, I'm talking of thousands of dollars I keep throwing out when I just buy things without a special purpose. </span><br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj73bJ6uyFf4swzOO_toiV9J50hxRafDak4-KCELGmCw1bDq3FEg40OJzInftHmPEu4rcAsDQhrz9LSXMEt8CTNMTY-SySsc8GWRsdGUxX5AqIqozA0u3NVCGl6IjWP6t0apsALyposbemP/s1600/shoppaholic2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj73bJ6uyFf4swzOO_toiV9J50hxRafDak4-KCELGmCw1bDq3FEg40OJzInftHmPEu4rcAsDQhrz9LSXMEt8CTNMTY-SySsc8GWRsdGUxX5AqIqozA0u3NVCGl6IjWP6t0apsALyposbemP/s1600/shoppaholic2.jpg" /></a><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">My life standard is high and I can't see any reason not having it if I just use a little bit less every month. I've tried to write down what I buy, but in some stage I forget it and it all just runs out of my hands.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I'm also a truly fashionista and it doesn't make it any easier. We all know how much designer clothes and accessories costs.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Well, the first time must be the most difficult, but if I keep asking myself if I really need it, I'm sure the answer will be no.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; text-align: center;">Nothing else to do than try my best and learn some more self control.</span>Miia Alisa Angel Christensenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12908798561583629870noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4175210035548696316.post-56207632613877959662013-01-25T09:00:00.000+01:002013-01-25T09:00:10.125+01:00Tropical paradise<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">This time of the year, when the Scandinavia is on it's coldest and darkest, nothing's better than a vacation. I can live throw january by knowing I'll be in Hawaii in one month. Just to get away for a few weeks, sucking all the energy of the sun. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">No stress when you just lay there, in the middle of Pacific Ocean, on that tropical paradise island. Taking out for a surf in big waves, snorkeling in turquoise water, diving and just enjoying that timeless life.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">When I'll get home, I can live throw march with my memories, until the spring begins and we can also see the sun in here.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Not that I don't like winter. I love a real winter as well. Nothing is better than just snowboarding and skiing all day long. To come home, sitting next to a fireplace, drinking hot chocolate. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">But the winter is long and I really need my sun fix and I'm gonna get it for my own wellness. Can't wait to get there soon...</span><br />
<br />Miia Alisa Angel Christensenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12908798561583629870noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4175210035548696316.post-83319287693499216802013-01-01T08:00:00.000+01:002013-01-01T08:00:05.053+01:00Just somebody<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">How can you act like and it never happened and that we were nothing? </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">How can you treat me like a stranger after what we've been throw?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">You can't deny it never happened. I know you had feelings for me even though you screwed me over.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">But now I'm finally ready to let you go and accept that you're just somebody that I used to know...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">..Have a good life, stranger.</span>Miia Alisa Angel Christensenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12908798561583629870noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4175210035548696316.post-57399055111931944982012-12-20T08:00:00.006+01:002012-12-20T08:00:15.596+01:00Crazy christmas<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I've never been into christmas. I hate the days up to christmas: People completely stressed out in shops, sweating after presents. Children brain washed already in the beginning of november by having "Christmas in november" -theme. It all begins earlier and earlier every year and when it's finally christmas eve, the most of the people are almost hoping it all was already over.</span><br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbqeVZQF37U-OXEQNyM-SpijMHninCRFu3weojDyCv6YImZ1OI-7CbM1acZB4NURWaIZMl3orEj0CaDe9cVsRbW_B8esa90k6-zeVgwfEzgt3Amxg-32uune7mQ61IvzVMKoyhRAC2yAzE/s1600/antijul.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbqeVZQF37U-OXEQNyM-SpijMHninCRFu3weojDyCv6YImZ1OI-7CbM1acZB4NURWaIZMl3orEj0CaDe9cVsRbW_B8esa90k6-zeVgwfEzgt3Amxg-32uune7mQ61IvzVMKoyhRAC2yAzE/s1600/antijul.jpg" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUpAkk5tLMRlykTCwrsWJYQKLW68HptAmEBWwW70B3jG4QTm_wfxmmw5VdL6_S6SrchyphenhyphenFx6sqmn1Dud0IL3UgynucL-ZJEr71n4TbCbzUmUspA6XIwc9FrD5rG29UUGoGE1pXATNo2z4C4/s1600/jl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"></span></a><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I don't literally hate christmas. I love christmas eve itself. I just hate all those days up to it and the next two days after, because people are only eating and eating because they have to eat all the food away. If there only was a law that not any kind of christmas adds, comercials must be shown before the 1.st of december, just to cut it all in one month. Too much is too much and I would like people to enjoy that one night with their love ones without all that crazy warm up shit. Merry fucking christmas if it'll never change.</span>Miia Alisa Angel Christensenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12908798561583629870noreply@blogger.com