My previous entry about this OnePiece crap.
So some days ago I get this sms, where it says I got a 400 krone gift certificate on ONEPIECE.no. My first reaction is anger, actually. And that cause I am so fucking sick of smses from "russ.no" by now! Stop spamming me already? Please? God, I wish I never registered on that stupid side, it has caused me so much anger. Spam here, spam there, it registers me on friggin weliveintokyo.com , where they as well, give away all my personal details, adress, phonenumbers, full name? I can´t log in there, so I can´t delete the profile I never made? I can´t delete my user from russ.no, just "deactivate", and that doesn´t prevent them from annoying the ass off me. Best thing is that I never was a russ* at all.
*Russ is some Norwegian crap, if you´re really curious of what it is, then ask.
Well, after being angry, and wanting to walk over to russ.no to burn down their locals I figured I could just as well have some major fun with either buying a OnePiece and burning it, or cutting it up into many pieces, or boiling it in tomatosoup and then afterwords feed it to birds. Details wasn´t clear yet, but something like that. Would feel daaaamn good. So I press the link to the disgusting site, and that for the last time in my life. Ideas are going through my head. Cutting off one and one piece and doing grotesque things with every single one. Take photos of it and publish on my blog.
Then I enter the site with the different OnePiece-thingies, one uglier than the other, when I realize just why they would give out 400 NOK gift certificates on this site. That is indeed, cause it won´t pay a shit in the big picture, these OnePiece shits are so expensive you could afford an iPod for the same price. And that is true. The "cheapest" one costs 1300 NOK. That equals 155€ and 224$. The most expencive one is almost 2000 NOK. In € that is 240, and in $ that´s 345. For babyclothes for adult. Some people must have nothing to use money on, seriously. How did this crap become trend again, tell me?
I thought I had no hate left, after seing OnePiece for the first time. But OnePiece surprised me once more, it seems. The only thing that could overrrun my hate for OnePiece was OnePiece itself. Congrats!
Saturday 26 December 2009
Thursday 24 December 2009
Cold toesies means one thing!
In theory that one thing would be that I should put on some socks, but nevertheless. Christmas! A white christmas! In Germany! Means that this is the first year throughout my life that christmastraditions are broken. Not in front of the tv watching disney classics, no Norwegian christmasfood, no nothing like that. But it's christmas nevertheless, and a cosy one :) Weihnachtsmarkt is among the cosiest .. thing?.. I`ve visited, photos will be uploaded whenever I am not in a hurry, and whenever I am not too lazy to connect the camera and blablabla. I just wanted somehow to wish mah readers a merry, merry christmas! :) Now I'll go crush honeypie and his family in UNO : D Have a great, day everyone. May all your wishes come true!^^
Wednesday 16 December 2009
Am I alive?
I think so. I might be wrong. Was I drunk yesterday? Why is my mouth all dry, if I wouldn`t remember anything from yesterday that`d be a fair guess, bloody drunk, but no. Just awake all night, and not because I chose to.
What kind of luck is that? I had two flights that had to go, at ok times. The first one was delayed, but what did I care? It made my 6 hours in Oslo to five hours in Oslo. I was ok with that. I buy a book, read, make the time pass fast, I`m really glad, not stressed (unusual), and ready as an egg to jump on the flight to Berlin and scoop further to my final destination, where I would be at around 12 in the evening. It would become a damn long day, but what did I care? I was prepared for that, right?
Everything changes when I notice that the flight to Berlin is 45 minutes delayed. Normally it wouldn't kill anyone, just one small detail made it crucial this time. I wouldn't reach the last train. I'd have to sleepover at Berlin airport, and I was not ready for that in any way. What I was ready for was my boyfriend, and a bed, neither of which would be there at Berlin airport with me. I'd be there with a suitcase to guard, a backpack to guard and a hell of a lot on my mind - like my boyfriend and a bed. Sooo, any of the people who knows me care to take a guess of what happened? I am not the most calm person when it comes to these things, hell, I checked trainroutes weeks in advance so I'd know where to go off, when to go off, what's the enddestinations of the trains I'm following, what are their numbers, etc. I want to know how things goes, what happens when, I need to have a plan. My plan was stepped on and thrown in the toilet. I went over the factors that was indeed the truth. I would be stuck at Berlin airport, I would have no way to get to Leipzig before the next morning, taxi is out of the question (I don't even wanna think about how pricy), walking is out of the question. There are no options, none at all. Soo, the frustration starts boiling inside me, I have to calm really much down to not have some kinda sick breakdown in front of all the other passangers who are most likely just as pissed as I for coming late to Berlin. I managed it aswell. But not with gracefulness, but with anger, sadness and rude, rude behaviour. There was maybe still a small window where I'd reach a train, perhaps. However hopeless it is to hope for luck, that's what I could do. That, of course, was just until the flight gets even more delayed, and this time with no hope - none whatsoever - of reaching a train.
I went over the facts again. What the hell is the point of this again?! What could I do? I could go on the flight, coming out in Berlin, hoping that the airport would indeed be open 24/7, so I wouldn't get raped and killed on top of everything.
And then, as an angel from high, high, high - very high - higher - you get the picture - above: My boyfriend, who had used the time where I yelled at him, and everone other that I was in contact with, to do some research, what could he possibly do to get me out of this mess, and this hell of having to spend the night at the airport all alone in a foreign country? He checked whether it was possible for him to come, and the trainroutes said yes. So he was willing to come there and spend the whole night in Berlin with me, putting everything else aside. Who cared if he had to go to uni just right after we came home - and then without any sleep the whole night? Seemes he didn't. Hurray, hurray, I was saved. No rapes this time!
I boarded to Berlin, flew to Berlin, landed in Berlin (note: 1 hour and 20 minutes after route), and got my luggage. Hasted some to get to buy traintickets, cause we decided we'd rather hang at Hauptbahnhof than at the airport. I come to the trainticket-thingie and said where I wanted to go. B - E - R - L - I - N. Hauptbahnhof? the ticketthingie asked. Easy as pie, I thought, pressing the "Hauptbahnhof" button and got to the payment. 2,50€ I had to pay, and I had no cash. I used my Visa then, assuming it'd work. But no. "This card cannot be used". Frick, frick, frick, I thought trying to think what I could do. Time was passing all the time, and I really had to get this damn ticket out. Then I see the second angel from high - high - you get the idea - above for the evening, an ATM, hurray, hurray. I approach it and take out 20 euros, then I have some extra as well. I go back to the ticketthingie putting the 20 euro note inside, but it doesn't take long time before it comes out, and the screen tells me that the money is too big. Mother of all that is holy!! What day is this, I start to wonder? I am actually so annoyed that I get back to the atm trying to take out 5 euros more, so that the stupid moneyeater would get the money served the way he liked it most. Like last time I went to the ATM, I didn't even have time to think about that this probably was the most expensive ATM in Germany to be taking out money with a Norwegian Visa card. God knows how much percentage they take of the amounts I take out. Nevertheless, of course that ain't working either, 5€ is too low. COME ON! 10€? Nope, the ugly machine in front of me tells me clearly that I can't do that either. Too low. SO, for the xth time this day I go through the situation in my head. The ticketthingie won't accept my card, it won't accept my cash, and I don't have a EC card like most Germans have. Am I at an airport or am I not? Shouldn't this be easy for tourists? The senile solution was like it was, I couldn't do anything. So what could I do?
As I saw it it was.. well. One option. Stop some random person asking if they could change my 20 into smaller. A tiny problem is that my one solution didn't actually appeal to me. I don't actually love doing those things, especially not in Germany, on German. But after thinking for some seconds I kinda realized that that was all I could do, until I saw the third angel of the day (not that I would call the ATM an angel after it was treating me like an ass, but.. fine, the third thing that for me appeared like an angel - at that time). A small kiosk nicely placed in the corner there. So I figured the dude working in the kiosk at the airport, had to know enough English to be able to understand me when I wanted to change my 20 into two tens. I go to the kiosk, wait, wait, wait. I understand enough German to read the sign over the counter. No changing. That's when I really wondered if I came to hell, of if I did land in Berlin like planned? I kept my head cold and pretended like I wanted to buy things from the start on. I looked fastly around on the temptations he sold, and decided that a small drink was ok. And with that, I got exactly the money I needed, to buy that damn ticket finally! And this train I did reach. I went off at the right place, and met my love. At that point I saw that it really didn't matter if I didn't get even one minute of shuteye throughout the night. We were together, that was what mattered.
So I got a small Berlin sightseeing in the middle of the night, and it was cosy really. Brandenburger Tor does look good in the night, so does the parliament :) And I will forever be greatful for McDonalds thats open all around the clock. And the entertaining people sleeping in the weirdest positions you can imagine. And most of all my boyfriend, of course! What could have become the worst night of my life, actually got quite cosy in the end.
And what does one sleepless day matter when there's plenty of others to take from? I'm in lovely Germany now, Leipzig is white, and today I'm gonna go absolutely crazy on Weihnachtsmarkt. It will be nice, and I'm looking so much forward to it! Now, if you excuse me I have some sleeping to do... a 26-hour travel without sleep kindof makes you tired!
What kind of luck is that? I had two flights that had to go, at ok times. The first one was delayed, but what did I care? It made my 6 hours in Oslo to five hours in Oslo. I was ok with that. I buy a book, read, make the time pass fast, I`m really glad, not stressed (unusual), and ready as an egg to jump on the flight to Berlin and scoop further to my final destination, where I would be at around 12 in the evening. It would become a damn long day, but what did I care? I was prepared for that, right?
Everything changes when I notice that the flight to Berlin is 45 minutes delayed. Normally it wouldn't kill anyone, just one small detail made it crucial this time. I wouldn't reach the last train. I'd have to sleepover at Berlin airport, and I was not ready for that in any way. What I was ready for was my boyfriend, and a bed, neither of which would be there at Berlin airport with me. I'd be there with a suitcase to guard, a backpack to guard and a hell of a lot on my mind - like my boyfriend and a bed. Sooo, any of the people who knows me care to take a guess of what happened? I am not the most calm person when it comes to these things, hell, I checked trainroutes weeks in advance so I'd know where to go off, when to go off, what's the enddestinations of the trains I'm following, what are their numbers, etc. I want to know how things goes, what happens when, I need to have a plan. My plan was stepped on and thrown in the toilet. I went over the factors that was indeed the truth. I would be stuck at Berlin airport, I would have no way to get to Leipzig before the next morning, taxi is out of the question (I don't even wanna think about how pricy), walking is out of the question. There are no options, none at all. Soo, the frustration starts boiling inside me, I have to calm really much down to not have some kinda sick breakdown in front of all the other passangers who are most likely just as pissed as I for coming late to Berlin. I managed it aswell. But not with gracefulness, but with anger, sadness and rude, rude behaviour. There was maybe still a small window where I'd reach a train, perhaps. However hopeless it is to hope for luck, that's what I could do. That, of course, was just until the flight gets even more delayed, and this time with no hope - none whatsoever - of reaching a train.
I went over the facts again. What the hell is the point of this again?! What could I do? I could go on the flight, coming out in Berlin, hoping that the airport would indeed be open 24/7, so I wouldn't get raped and killed on top of everything.
And then, as an angel from high, high, high - very high - higher - you get the picture - above: My boyfriend, who had used the time where I yelled at him, and everone other that I was in contact with, to do some research, what could he possibly do to get me out of this mess, and this hell of having to spend the night at the airport all alone in a foreign country? He checked whether it was possible for him to come, and the trainroutes said yes. So he was willing to come there and spend the whole night in Berlin with me, putting everything else aside. Who cared if he had to go to uni just right after we came home - and then without any sleep the whole night? Seemes he didn't. Hurray, hurray, I was saved. No rapes this time!
I boarded to Berlin, flew to Berlin, landed in Berlin (note: 1 hour and 20 minutes after route), and got my luggage. Hasted some to get to buy traintickets, cause we decided we'd rather hang at Hauptbahnhof than at the airport. I come to the trainticket-thingie and said where I wanted to go. B - E - R - L - I - N. Hauptbahnhof? the ticketthingie asked. Easy as pie, I thought, pressing the "Hauptbahnhof" button and got to the payment. 2,50€ I had to pay, and I had no cash. I used my Visa then, assuming it'd work. But no. "This card cannot be used". Frick, frick, frick, I thought trying to think what I could do. Time was passing all the time, and I really had to get this damn ticket out. Then I see the second angel from high - high - you get the idea - above for the evening, an ATM, hurray, hurray. I approach it and take out 20 euros, then I have some extra as well. I go back to the ticketthingie putting the 20 euro note inside, but it doesn't take long time before it comes out, and the screen tells me that the money is too big. Mother of all that is holy!! What day is this, I start to wonder? I am actually so annoyed that I get back to the atm trying to take out 5 euros more, so that the stupid moneyeater would get the money served the way he liked it most. Like last time I went to the ATM, I didn't even have time to think about that this probably was the most expensive ATM in Germany to be taking out money with a Norwegian Visa card. God knows how much percentage they take of the amounts I take out. Nevertheless, of course that ain't working either, 5€ is too low. COME ON! 10€? Nope, the ugly machine in front of me tells me clearly that I can't do that either. Too low. SO, for the xth time this day I go through the situation in my head. The ticketthingie won't accept my card, it won't accept my cash, and I don't have a EC card like most Germans have. Am I at an airport or am I not? Shouldn't this be easy for tourists? The senile solution was like it was, I couldn't do anything. So what could I do?
As I saw it it was.. well. One option. Stop some random person asking if they could change my 20 into smaller. A tiny problem is that my one solution didn't actually appeal to me. I don't actually love doing those things, especially not in Germany, on German. But after thinking for some seconds I kinda realized that that was all I could do, until I saw the third angel of the day (not that I would call the ATM an angel after it was treating me like an ass, but.. fine, the third thing that for me appeared like an angel - at that time). A small kiosk nicely placed in the corner there. So I figured the dude working in the kiosk at the airport, had to know enough English to be able to understand me when I wanted to change my 20 into two tens. I go to the kiosk, wait, wait, wait. I understand enough German to read the sign over the counter. No changing. That's when I really wondered if I came to hell, of if I did land in Berlin like planned? I kept my head cold and pretended like I wanted to buy things from the start on. I looked fastly around on the temptations he sold, and decided that a small drink was ok. And with that, I got exactly the money I needed, to buy that damn ticket finally! And this train I did reach. I went off at the right place, and met my love. At that point I saw that it really didn't matter if I didn't get even one minute of shuteye throughout the night. We were together, that was what mattered.
So I got a small Berlin sightseeing in the middle of the night, and it was cosy really. Brandenburger Tor does look good in the night, so does the parliament :) And I will forever be greatful for McDonalds thats open all around the clock. And the entertaining people sleeping in the weirdest positions you can imagine. And most of all my boyfriend, of course! What could have become the worst night of my life, actually got quite cosy in the end.
And what does one sleepless day matter when there's plenty of others to take from? I'm in lovely Germany now, Leipzig is white, and today I'm gonna go absolutely crazy on Weihnachtsmarkt. It will be nice, and I'm looking so much forward to it! Now, if you excuse me I have some sleeping to do... a 26-hour travel without sleep kindof makes you tired!
Friday 11 December 2009
This is tasteful
I wrote that with irony. The last thing this is, is tasteful. I am 100% honest when I say that I'd rather be seen butt naked in public, than to be seen in this;
And since this is "trend" now, I guess I get many people angry with even writing this. Guess that's too bad for me. If you wanna defense this over-sized baby-outfit (also with diaper-look) then go ahead, though. Guess I'll have my fun ;) But if you really are in a position where you really want to defend it.. then my condolences.
And since this is "trend" now, I guess I get many people angry with even writing this. Guess that's too bad for me. If you wanna defense this over-sized baby-outfit (also with diaper-look) then go ahead, though. Guess I'll have my fun ;) But if you really are in a position where you really want to defend it.. then my condolences.
Thursday 10 December 2009
Cu-hu-hu-hu-huuuute
Our lovely dog Hope has this one ring-tone that makes here incredibly ... crazy is the correct word, I guess. She runs around like a wacko, barking, "singing", trying to hide, well.. and whatnot. It's really funny, and I figured I'd share it with you guys. Enjoy :)
I really don't know what's up with her, maybe it's irritating to her (in that case it'd be rude of me to find it cute, and to post it here on my blog) but I find it so funny that I chose to anyway. If you're wodering what she's doing towards the end, cause it's crappy quality and crappy filming, she's trying to hide between my brothers legs... :P
Wednesday 9 December 2009
Some people..
I just found this game on Facebook that I've started playing. This is the result of too much boredom, and that only. Uno. And there's nothing wrong with Uno, by all means I DIG uno. But this application still is.. nje.
It's given me a great deal of fun, especially when I win, but my major problem with this application is simply that people use even this as a place to flirt. It is a small chat there where the four people in the game (all selected randomly from all around the world) can communicate.Another thing is that you can send "gifts" to other people, a rose, a kiss, a thumb-up and so on.
This is how it's often looking. The game starts, some of the people in the game starts saying hello - nothing wrong about that. Two second laters a dude in the game, lets call him Robert S, starts sending kisses to the girls in the game. The girls go all "ohh, thanks Robert!!", and send him something back. He goes "no problem, you are beautiful". And they let themselves get charmed by this Robert, who out of one tiny ass picture can find out that these girls are "beautiful". They tell him back, that he looks handsome, and then the game is on. And no, I wish I was talking about the uno-game, but I'm not. They start continue flirting, discussing how they can chat elsewise, yahoo messenger, aim. I bet the game hasn't even gone for 15 seconds before people add each other as friends on facebook. I eventually wonder if I'm even playing Uno, or if Uno is the name of some stupid flirt-website on internet. So this Robert sends me a kiss aswell, I figured I`d send him a "high five" or whatever for funsies. That's all the contact in the world I had with Robert S, and supposed it would be the last one. The game finally comes to an end, and I figured that was enough for the day, enough pathetic people trying to get in other pathetic peoples pants. What is the world coming to? Is even UNO a flirt platform now, please.
I thought would get my peace, when I see that Robert S added me on Facebook. I figured I'd add him, for funsies and funsies only, saying what he had to say. He started with hi, I said hi back, and the very first question he asked was "What do you think of my facebookprofile". I didn't know what he meant, not completely, but I had my ideas. "I guess it looks ok", I said, "but for me all facebook profiles look the same, should I look for something special?". Then he asked me "any ideas for improvement?". OOOook, I thought, improvements on a Facebook-profile? Now it was simply turning obvious for me that he was fishing for compliments, but I wouldn't give it. "Improvements for a Facebook-profile?", I asked, "well, I guess they look dull boring whatever you do, but if you figure something out, then make sure to tell me!". I knew very well what he was after. And, there it came "how about the photos, any improvements there?". I asked him if he meant photos of him, and of course he did. I also said "I guess they look fine".Then he asks me if I want him to pose in a special way, or do something, wear something". I figured I'd delete this guy at once, so I said bye and pressed delete. Is the world filled with just self-centered buttcracks?
Obviously what he wanted me to say was that "your profile is great, the pictures of you are so sexy and I want you, should we be naked on cam you sexy monster, rawr!!". Obviously the fact that I'm taken wouldn't matter.. Men are pigs (with exceptions, yes honey, I'm talking about you). But.. women aint necessarily better, I saw how they basically lie themselves on a table telling everyone to take a bite. Oh, sorry, am I being full of prejudice now? Of course I'm not talking about all, just very many. And imagine me getting this in my head right now after a innocent game of Uno.Incredible...
It's given me a great deal of fun, especially when I win, but my major problem with this application is simply that people use even this as a place to flirt. It is a small chat there where the four people in the game (all selected randomly from all around the world) can communicate.Another thing is that you can send "gifts" to other people, a rose, a kiss, a thumb-up and so on.
This is how it's often looking. The game starts, some of the people in the game starts saying hello - nothing wrong about that. Two second laters a dude in the game, lets call him Robert S, starts sending kisses to the girls in the game. The girls go all "ohh, thanks Robert!!", and send him something back. He goes "no problem, you are beautiful". And they let themselves get charmed by this Robert, who out of one tiny ass picture can find out that these girls are "beautiful". They tell him back, that he looks handsome, and then the game is on. And no, I wish I was talking about the uno-game, but I'm not. They start continue flirting, discussing how they can chat elsewise, yahoo messenger, aim. I bet the game hasn't even gone for 15 seconds before people add each other as friends on facebook. I eventually wonder if I'm even playing Uno, or if Uno is the name of some stupid flirt-website on internet. So this Robert sends me a kiss aswell, I figured I`d send him a "high five" or whatever for funsies. That's all the contact in the world I had with Robert S, and supposed it would be the last one. The game finally comes to an end, and I figured that was enough for the day, enough pathetic people trying to get in other pathetic peoples pants. What is the world coming to? Is even UNO a flirt platform now, please.
I thought would get my peace, when I see that Robert S added me on Facebook. I figured I'd add him, for funsies and funsies only, saying what he had to say. He started with hi, I said hi back, and the very first question he asked was "What do you think of my facebookprofile". I didn't know what he meant, not completely, but I had my ideas. "I guess it looks ok", I said, "but for me all facebook profiles look the same, should I look for something special?". Then he asked me "any ideas for improvement?". OOOook, I thought, improvements on a Facebook-profile? Now it was simply turning obvious for me that he was fishing for compliments, but I wouldn't give it. "Improvements for a Facebook-profile?", I asked, "well, I guess they look dull boring whatever you do, but if you figure something out, then make sure to tell me!". I knew very well what he was after. And, there it came "how about the photos, any improvements there?". I asked him if he meant photos of him, and of course he did. I also said "I guess they look fine".Then he asks me if I want him to pose in a special way, or do something, wear something". I figured I'd delete this guy at once, so I said bye and pressed delete. Is the world filled with just self-centered buttcracks?
Obviously what he wanted me to say was that "your profile is great, the pictures of you are so sexy and I want you, should we be naked on cam you sexy monster, rawr!!". Obviously the fact that I'm taken wouldn't matter.. Men are pigs (with exceptions, yes honey, I'm talking about you). But.. women aint necessarily better, I saw how they basically lie themselves on a table telling everyone to take a bite. Oh, sorry, am I being full of prejudice now? Of course I'm not talking about all, just very many. And imagine me getting this in my head right now after a innocent game of Uno.Incredible...
Saturday 5 December 2009
Sleeping beauty
I go so far as to call myself sleeping tonight "sleeping beauty", of course it doesn't match, not even a bit. Snoring and drooling, face looking like I'm a pig, a cow, or what do I know. Clearly as far away as a "beauty" that is possible. HOWEVER, compared to how I looked when I woke up, I must have looked great asleep. Or maybe not even, somewhere the looks of what met me from the mirror in the morning must have.. gotten there somehow, I guess gradually throughout the night. NEVERTHELESS, sleeping beauty it is now.
When I woke up I felt my eye didn't want to open, I had to use all the power you could imagine just to get it up, and as I did, it was just.. a tiny, tiny opening where I could see through, and clearly? No. To watch clearly I have to use my fingers to force my eye open.
I didn't use the mirror before I walked out to meet the rest of the family though, and the look on their faces told me what I suspected. I do really look like a monster. Their eyes, big and surprised, and their silence when they stared at me.. I could just as well have had three eyes (which in fact, I would prefer). "Just spill it, I look like crap, don't I?". They didn't wanna say it - vocally - but they didn't have to.
"I guess you don't wanna come with us shopping, then", mum asked - more stated. I guess she was right. My cute lil' brother suggested that I could use sunglasses. But monster or not - I'm not gonna sink that low. Sunglasses in December? Please.
And this, 10 minutes of.. endless staring and endless silence, I decided that I should probably take a look in the mirror. Maybe it wasn't that bad - I could always hope. I knew that the struggle I went through to keep my eyes open wasn't for nothing. So I approach the mirror, and, sure enough. No friggin way I'm showing my face outside the house today, I might have been the reason for crashes, serious traffic accidents. Kids screaming, losing their sleep for a month from today - after all this was a walking evidence that trolls does exist. Falls, breaking feet, hands, getting bruises on asses. I simply wouldn't be good for the environment - not today.
I'll give you an idea, watch at your own risk.
I would like it if for once, the picture could show how big the damage really is, but it's mildened. Guess that's whats best for my readers aswell. Just so you know - my other eye aint perfect either, but I'm not complaining. At least it works.
A kinda fun fact is that this is the first picture of myself that I ever publish on my blog. I am not photogenic, but I can tell you that this aint my best shot. If it wouldn't be a strong insult to every korean out there, I'd say that my fucked up eye looks kinda korean - but, since I find koreans very pretty, I wouldn't wanna insult them like that. It's totally undeserved!
A small thing that annoys me though. Why do I always get these sick facial-changes always abit before I go to Germany?! When I go to Germany I'm supposed to look like a princess for my price - but no. Last time I got a strong allergic reaction about a week before I went to Germany. I still had rashes all over my face when I arrived, how lovely, And now, my eye doesn't really look like an eye anymore, if an eye, then an eye that went though a dreadful fight to a famous boxer, an eye that got filled with poisonous liquids when I was asleep, an eye that survived an attempt of getting torn out of the eyehole. Not the eye of a princess. Let's all pray that I do look like a person again within ten days. The rash that I also got now (probably due to an allergic reaction again) can also say tudelu and dissappear from my life - and if I get really lucky - take the pimples to join the travel.
I guess we'll have to wait and see what happens to my eye. I hope I didn't give any of you sleepless nights because of the picture - I promise I won't come chase you or eat you or anything.
When I woke up I felt my eye didn't want to open, I had to use all the power you could imagine just to get it up, and as I did, it was just.. a tiny, tiny opening where I could see through, and clearly? No. To watch clearly I have to use my fingers to force my eye open.
I didn't use the mirror before I walked out to meet the rest of the family though, and the look on their faces told me what I suspected. I do really look like a monster. Their eyes, big and surprised, and their silence when they stared at me.. I could just as well have had three eyes (which in fact, I would prefer). "Just spill it, I look like crap, don't I?". They didn't wanna say it - vocally - but they didn't have to.
"I guess you don't wanna come with us shopping, then", mum asked - more stated. I guess she was right. My cute lil' brother suggested that I could use sunglasses. But monster or not - I'm not gonna sink that low. Sunglasses in December? Please.
And this, 10 minutes of.. endless staring and endless silence, I decided that I should probably take a look in the mirror. Maybe it wasn't that bad - I could always hope. I knew that the struggle I went through to keep my eyes open wasn't for nothing. So I approach the mirror, and, sure enough. No friggin way I'm showing my face outside the house today, I might have been the reason for crashes, serious traffic accidents. Kids screaming, losing their sleep for a month from today - after all this was a walking evidence that trolls does exist. Falls, breaking feet, hands, getting bruises on asses. I simply wouldn't be good for the environment - not today.
I'll give you an idea, watch at your own risk.
A kinda fun fact is that this is the first picture of myself that I ever publish on my blog. I am not photogenic, but I can tell you that this aint my best shot. If it wouldn't be a strong insult to every korean out there, I'd say that my fucked up eye looks kinda korean - but, since I find koreans very pretty, I wouldn't wanna insult them like that. It's totally undeserved!
A small thing that annoys me though. Why do I always get these sick facial-changes always abit before I go to Germany?! When I go to Germany I'm supposed to look like a princess for my price - but no. Last time I got a strong allergic reaction about a week before I went to Germany. I still had rashes all over my face when I arrived, how lovely, And now, my eye doesn't really look like an eye anymore, if an eye, then an eye that went though a dreadful fight to a famous boxer, an eye that got filled with poisonous liquids when I was asleep, an eye that survived an attempt of getting torn out of the eyehole. Not the eye of a princess. Let's all pray that I do look like a person again within ten days. The rash that I also got now (probably due to an allergic reaction again) can also say tudelu and dissappear from my life - and if I get really lucky - take the pimples to join the travel.
I guess we'll have to wait and see what happens to my eye. I hope I didn't give any of you sleepless nights because of the picture - I promise I won't come chase you or eat you or anything.
Friday 4 December 2009
Fail
Today I was at the store, and as I was passing the department with books ++, I see this dude on the front page of a magazine. Some of you might know, I'm not his biggest fan.
I go "Juck", and for my own weird satisfaction I grab the magazine and turn his face towards the wall. I got a veery satisfied smile on my face, until I realized what was on the back.
It's like a nightmare! He's everywhere! And as you can understand, my satisfaction really got a brutal and fast ending... :P
Ps: Sorry for crappy pictures
I go "Juck", and for my own weird satisfaction I grab the magazine and turn his face towards the wall. I got a veery satisfied smile on my face, until I realized what was on the back.
It's like a nightmare! He's everywhere! And as you can understand, my satisfaction really got a brutal and fast ending... :P
Ps: Sorry for crappy pictures
Cold toesies, red eyes and backpains
And hours of that, many hours. After that, though, I'm done with the third book in the Twilight series, Eclipse. There's definitely a disadvantage in having to read it on pc-screen, for example the fact that I can't sit anywhere, I can't sit comfortable, and there's just something very cosy in holding a book on your lap, curling together in the best chair in the house and sitting there.
When you're desperate you're desperate, though, and to read these books in the speed I prefer, reading it on pdf will need to do. What's with me also, is that when I've picked up a book I like, I don't stop that easily, so I needed altogether two evenings on this book. And I did like it (even though Jakob.. sigh..) : ) Now I can't wait to start the next one! A part of me wants to save it, but a very big part knows that that simply won't work. So I'm running out of Twilight. Ouff, I'll need to read sth else after, any ideas or tips? Stieg Larsson books would maybe be a very good idea....
Btw, it's 20 days til christmas, can you believe it?
And 11 days til Germany, I can't believe that ^^
When you're desperate you're desperate, though, and to read these books in the speed I prefer, reading it on pdf will need to do. What's with me also, is that when I've picked up a book I like, I don't stop that easily, so I needed altogether two evenings on this book. And I did like it (even though Jakob.. sigh..) : ) Now I can't wait to start the next one! A part of me wants to save it, but a very big part knows that that simply won't work. So I'm running out of Twilight. Ouff, I'll need to read sth else after, any ideas or tips? Stieg Larsson books would maybe be a very good idea....
Btw, it's 20 days til christmas, can you believe it?
And 11 days til Germany, I can't believe that ^^
Wednesday 2 December 2009
There's this christmassong I really love
And of course I don't know the name, the artist, not even the lyrics. What do you do then?
I google "christmas songs" and hope for luck. As you can guess - the luck wasn't really there. How on earth do I find a song knowing just one thing, and that is that it's got a catchy refrain?
I try the same on youtube. I search "christmas songs" simply. I can't really claim that luck was with me there either. Oh luck, where art thou?
I ask in the house.. my mum, her dude, I don't see the point in asking my siblings, so why bother, eh? Of course you can already understand that I don't come far with "there's this really cool christmassong I'm looking for, it's... got a kinda catchy refrain". It could just as well be good ol' Rudolph then, I guess that song's catchy too. I go to google again, trying, trying, googling abit different words with the same essence. And eventually I realize that scooping through spotify playlists that some random Joe or Jane around in the world made, would maybe do the trick. And I try, I look, I look, I listen and listen.. did I find the song?
YES! God bless google! And.. spotify playlists for that matter, and.. the random person out there who put this song in their spotify playlists.. and the Pogues, and Fairytale of New York!
Followed by a big grin that looks like the one on my face when I found the song.. the song I adore.
Grin: :D
Song:
I google "christmas songs" and hope for luck. As you can guess - the luck wasn't really there. How on earth do I find a song knowing just one thing, and that is that it's got a catchy refrain?
I try the same on youtube. I search "christmas songs" simply. I can't really claim that luck was with me there either. Oh luck, where art thou?
I ask in the house.. my mum, her dude, I don't see the point in asking my siblings, so why bother, eh? Of course you can already understand that I don't come far with "there's this really cool christmassong I'm looking for, it's... got a kinda catchy refrain". It could just as well be good ol' Rudolph then, I guess that song's catchy too. I go to google again, trying, trying, googling abit different words with the same essence. And eventually I realize that scooping through spotify playlists that some random Joe or Jane around in the world made, would maybe do the trick. And I try, I look, I look, I listen and listen.. did I find the song?
YES! God bless google! And.. spotify playlists for that matter, and.. the random person out there who put this song in their spotify playlists.. and the Pogues, and Fairytale of New York!
Followed by a big grin that looks like the one on my face when I found the song.. the song I adore.
Grin: :D
Song:
Tuesday 1 December 2009
Perfect snow, and then some more.....
Today the weathergods has been nice to me, to.. more people than just me, I guess, but I was pleased. The snow, so beautiful, covering all, everything. (unless you're really picky looking under the car that stood there for weeks, or unless you move some snow and point "hah!" to get me wrong, so don't take it that serious). And it's beautiful, this kindof snow warms my heart (if it'd have direct contact though, it wouldn't be the case. du'h. I've gotta stop with these stupid comments now). It's the kind that's clearly gonna lie for a while, now you can make snowmen, snowangles, and snowballs. It shapes in your hands, it gives this lovely sound when you walk on it. I've missed that. Now this has been going on for some days though, probably maybe a week. But still it's special today, cause of the mengths, and cause of the date. Today is the first of December! The start of the journey from today til christmas, it's always been special :) Now we've of course also filled the house with oranges, chocolate, apple and cinnamon tea (which puts me in the christmasmood at least, and tastes divine), and other things that's bringing my christmasmood stronger and stronger out. I ate my first clementine of the year the day before yesterday, and it was perfect. With perfect I mean perfect. Sometimes you really hit bad ones, but perfect. And (you'll call me weird now) I also sniffed cinnamon next to, lovely christmas-y smell. Oh, joy. Two weeks from now I'm approaching lovely Deutschland again, and it'll be interesting and exiting and nice to celebrate christmas there :)
I've gotten my interest in reading back, and it's nice. It kinda kills much unecassary boring dead-time. I don't know if I.. dare to admit that I'm kindof getting a Twilight addict (but not a fangirl). Well, I just did, so congrats to me. I saw the movie some.. dunno, a month ago perhaps, and it didn't catch me. I would rather watch another movie the evening it was put on, and it so happened to be that I was just watching it in the corner of my eye as I was knitting socks. So I didn't think more about it, what's so nice about vampires anyway, I thought. I find it a bit silly - maybe more found it a bit silly - so my enthusiasm wasn't bubbling.
Then some weeks later I met my friend in Oslo, and I complained about dead-time, she happened to have Twilight in her purse, and she shoved it in my face friendly, and said I could read it. I was kinda sceptical, but I figured it was better than nothing, so I accepted and brought it with me.Weeks went, and last wednesday my sister told me to start reading, cause I was complaining partly over having nothing to do. I did so, and it didn't take me that long to get captured. Stephenie Meyer is without doubt a good writer, and it just got better and better. I was done by saturday, and then of course very eager for more. Sunday I'd gotten my hands on the second book, and yesterday evening I was done. Now even more eager for more, luckily I also have the two next books available, and by the end of the week I'm guessing I'm done, if not before, I'm having big problems with putting it away.... And I'm very ready to see New Moon now? It's good or? The first book I find much better than the movie, my favourite scene in the book aint in the movie. WHY OH WHY?
<3
(just to make it perfectly clear to my friends, and to my boyfriend (especially) and to any randomers who might enter this blog. I am not a fangirl. Really.)
So I got caught too, actually I would never believe that. But it's so nice and romantic, that I guess any girl would get all shaky in their feet by reading this. (exept when Jakob comes, I don't like Jakob, Jakob is an idiot. Jakob can go to bed, Bella belongs to Edward) (remember what I said, I am not a fangirl, not.)
Looking forward now to starting the next book, hope Jakob will drown and die. But I guess he won't :( (don't even think the thought, no.)
Enough now, if I contine I guess I'll need stronger methods to convince you guys that I'm not a fangirl. (which I'm not)
Really, I aint.
Goodbye now.
I've gotten my interest in reading back, and it's nice. It kinda kills much unecassary boring dead-time. I don't know if I.. dare to admit that I'm kindof getting a Twilight addict (but not a fangirl). Well, I just did, so congrats to me. I saw the movie some.. dunno, a month ago perhaps, and it didn't catch me. I would rather watch another movie the evening it was put on, and it so happened to be that I was just watching it in the corner of my eye as I was knitting socks. So I didn't think more about it, what's so nice about vampires anyway, I thought. I find it a bit silly - maybe more found it a bit silly - so my enthusiasm wasn't bubbling.
Then some weeks later I met my friend in Oslo, and I complained about dead-time, she happened to have Twilight in her purse, and she shoved it in my face friendly, and said I could read it. I was kinda sceptical, but I figured it was better than nothing, so I accepted and brought it with me.Weeks went, and last wednesday my sister told me to start reading, cause I was complaining partly over having nothing to do. I did so, and it didn't take me that long to get captured. Stephenie Meyer is without doubt a good writer, and it just got better and better. I was done by saturday, and then of course very eager for more. Sunday I'd gotten my hands on the second book, and yesterday evening I was done. Now even more eager for more, luckily I also have the two next books available, and by the end of the week I'm guessing I'm done, if not before, I'm having big problems with putting it away.... And I'm very ready to see New Moon now? It's good or? The first book I find much better than the movie, my favourite scene in the book aint in the movie. WHY OH WHY?
I love you
You are my life now
<3
(just to make it perfectly clear to my friends, and to my boyfriend (especially) and to any randomers who might enter this blog. I am not a fangirl. Really.)
So I got caught too, actually I would never believe that. But it's so nice and romantic, that I guess any girl would get all shaky in their feet by reading this. (exept when Jakob comes, I don't like Jakob, Jakob is an idiot. Jakob can go to bed, Bella belongs to Edward) (remember what I said, I am not a fangirl, not.)
Looking forward now to starting the next book, hope Jakob will drown and die. But I guess he won't :( (don't even think the thought, no.)
Enough now, if I contine I guess I'll need stronger methods to convince you guys that I'm not a fangirl. (which I'm not)
Really, I aint.
Goodbye now.
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