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.
Saturday 28 November 2009
Thursday 26 November 2009
There is no pictures in this blog-post
As you see, I lied. Since I'm guessing my blog-readers are FED UP with pictures I felt that I did what I had to to stick to my readers. Mean? ........ Let's not go there.
These photos are all taken today. The first one I uploaded here for one reason and one reason only. Do you see the heart-cloud? I think it's charming and cute, and therefore.. Yes. The other one is from the lovely nortnerh light that's dancing all over the sky today. Northern light is so, so, so, so, so, so, so damn beautiful that there aren't words. Sigh..
Wednesday 25 November 2009
So, back in Norway!
I'll sum it up shortly. How was Germany? Great, like always. I feel even more connected to the country than I was before, and that's not saying nuthin'. The "home"-feeling is stronger in Germany than here in Norway, why can't it be easier to just go there, get a decent job, and everyone is happy (well, maybe not eeveryone, but I'd be damn happy!). Sigh, bla. Boh, breh. Hmz.
The weather was lovely all the time, some places in Germany had up to 21 degrees during the two weeks I was there. Where I was it was mostly around 13 degrees I think! So very mild. If I would get a memoryloss or if I'd become dement, and come back into those temperatures I would never guess it was friggin November! But I like it, snow and cold doesn't have to come before in December if you ask me!
Otherwise I used the two weeks to chill, windowshop and drool all over the christmasdecorations that they were putting up. Of course I spent alot of qualitytime with my love, which is the main reason why I'm in Germany at the first place!. I was also being very tourist some days. It's fun! Here's a HDR I made of a crematory there. (I'm not morbid or anything, it just looks lovely)
That's a small image of my tourism-days there. Not much more to say about the stay, just that I can't wait to go back! Today it is 20 days til that, so not long, not long :) And then I altso get to experience WEIHNACHTSMARKT!! God, can't wait. I saw before I left all the lovely decorations they put up, and it frustrated me from day one that I'd leave the day weihnachtsmarkt opened :( At least I'll see it in December. Three times hurray? ... one ought to do it. Hurray!
How was the trip home? What do ye think, waking up half past five travelling the whooole day. First having to take trains from Leipzig to Berlin, change two times, then checking in, flying to Norway, waiting for hours, flying home, waiting for bus, two hour bus, one hour waiting, half an hour car, and finally I can breathe out. Went ok, though. All I needed was a phone with Facebook and Sudoku. AND the most beautiful Northern Light on the bustravel home. Holy potatoes how beautiful, I was totally stunned. It was covering the sky, dancing, creating beautiful patterns. At one point it looked like five fingers stretching out, I was totally blown away. I think I can see the northern light a million times, and every single time I see it, I will find it beautiful. I will never get sick of it. Never. Like in never ever. You believe me? Good.
On the first flight I sat with a guy that was probably 60 years plus, but acted like 6 years minus. A re-he-heally annoying dude. As his wife (poor you) said to him that she wanted a sandwich menu, he responded with (and when you read this, imagine a six-year-old said it, that's how it was) "But I don't want a sandwich menu!!". When the cabincrew came closer and closer, he started to get veeery unpatient, so when they were 3-4 rows in front of us, he started waving with his money trying to get contact. I never thought I'd passively say this to a dude over 60 on my blog, but please grow up?
Afterwords going to the bus to get abit closer to home than the airport was, and I cannot even express how much I dig bus-drivers from Northern-Norway. Let me give you two conversations. One with a western-Norwegian bus driver (WNB) and me, and one with a north Norwegian(NNB) bus driver and me. Note that it's nothing special with these convos, I just wanna show you the difference...
ME: I'm going to Vassenden
WNB: 30 NOK
ME: I'm going to Sortland
NNB: Oh, that's just fine, cause I'm goin there too!
ME: *laughs*
ME: So do I pay now, or do you come around with the machine later?
NNB: Hm.. we can just as well take it now, get it overwith!
ME: Sure!
NNB: Ok, you're paying with card I see.. then you stick it in here. Top up, chip down.
ME: Like this?
NNB: Yep, you've got it there!
ME: Ok, that's it. Thanks!
NNB: Miss? Don't you want your ticket?
Sooo, in which bus would you rather drive? Maybe you don't get the point that well, but I can tell you.. I find it soso cosy when the busdriver is all talkative and happy. Opposed to taking their money and goodbye. (I'm not claiming that all busdrivers from western Norway is like that, but...in general).
I actually intended to make this blog-post short, but guess I got carried away or sth. Ironic that I start the convo with "I'll sum it up shortly". HAPPENS, now congrats to everyone who came all the way to these last words :)
The weather was lovely all the time, some places in Germany had up to 21 degrees during the two weeks I was there. Where I was it was mostly around 13 degrees I think! So very mild. If I would get a memoryloss or if I'd become dement, and come back into those temperatures I would never guess it was friggin November! But I like it, snow and cold doesn't have to come before in December if you ask me!
Otherwise I used the two weeks to chill, windowshop and drool all over the christmasdecorations that they were putting up. Of course I spent alot of qualitytime with my love, which is the main reason why I'm in Germany at the first place!. I was also being very tourist some days. It's fun! Here's a HDR I made of a crematory there. (I'm not morbid or anything, it just looks lovely)
That's a small image of my tourism-days there. Not much more to say about the stay, just that I can't wait to go back! Today it is 20 days til that, so not long, not long :) And then I altso get to experience WEIHNACHTSMARKT!! God, can't wait. I saw before I left all the lovely decorations they put up, and it frustrated me from day one that I'd leave the day weihnachtsmarkt opened :( At least I'll see it in December. Three times hurray? ... one ought to do it. Hurray!
How was the trip home? What do ye think, waking up half past five travelling the whooole day. First having to take trains from Leipzig to Berlin, change two times, then checking in, flying to Norway, waiting for hours, flying home, waiting for bus, two hour bus, one hour waiting, half an hour car, and finally I can breathe out. Went ok, though. All I needed was a phone with Facebook and Sudoku. AND the most beautiful Northern Light on the bustravel home. Holy potatoes how beautiful, I was totally stunned. It was covering the sky, dancing, creating beautiful patterns. At one point it looked like five fingers stretching out, I was totally blown away. I think I can see the northern light a million times, and every single time I see it, I will find it beautiful. I will never get sick of it. Never. Like in never ever. You believe me? Good.
On the first flight I sat with a guy that was probably 60 years plus, but acted like 6 years minus. A re-he-heally annoying dude. As his wife (poor you) said to him that she wanted a sandwich menu, he responded with (and when you read this, imagine a six-year-old said it, that's how it was) "But I don't want a sandwich menu!!". When the cabincrew came closer and closer, he started to get veeery unpatient, so when they were 3-4 rows in front of us, he started waving with his money trying to get contact. I never thought I'd passively say this to a dude over 60 on my blog, but please grow up?
Afterwords going to the bus to get abit closer to home than the airport was, and I cannot even express how much I dig bus-drivers from Northern-Norway. Let me give you two conversations. One with a western-Norwegian bus driver (WNB) and me, and one with a north Norwegian(NNB) bus driver and me. Note that it's nothing special with these convos, I just wanna show you the difference...
ME: I'm going to Vassenden
WNB: 30 NOK
ME: I'm going to Sortland
NNB: Oh, that's just fine, cause I'm goin there too!
ME: *laughs*
ME: So do I pay now, or do you come around with the machine later?
NNB: Hm.. we can just as well take it now, get it overwith!
ME: Sure!
NNB: Ok, you're paying with card I see.. then you stick it in here. Top up, chip down.
ME: Like this?
NNB: Yep, you've got it there!
ME: Ok, that's it. Thanks!
NNB: Miss? Don't you want your ticket?
Sooo, in which bus would you rather drive? Maybe you don't get the point that well, but I can tell you.. I find it soso cosy when the busdriver is all talkative and happy. Opposed to taking their money and goodbye. (I'm not claiming that all busdrivers from western Norway is like that, but...in general).
I actually intended to make this blog-post short, but guess I got carried away or sth. Ironic that I start the convo with "I'll sum it up shortly". HAPPENS, now congrats to everyone who came all the way to these last words :)
Friday 20 November 2009
I think this is funny
And I´m not the type that digs every commercial out there, I can tell you. But this.. mmm... cool :)
Sunday 15 November 2009
Friday 13 November 2009
Rawkin' in.. is it slippers?
First of all there's a word I really don't know in English, and maybe you can help me. All sorts of online dictionaries call these slippers:
Are they?
Cause for me slippers are these:
The same word in English covers all? .. I'll just assume that then. Please don't kill me if I'm wrong ^^
Getting to the point.. soon, I promise. Yesterday I was out walkin the streets of Leipzig as I encounter a store with tons and tons of cute slippers. Of course this makes me stop and laugh abit, and touch them. (You really can't NOT touch them, they were too cute and soft for that.), and after felling in love with one, boof, there comes another.
Now what I saw first was this, for me it was darn cute (and even more dorky) until later.
Homer is cool, can't hide that. But what I realized now later is that he really looks like.. ehrm.. he looks abit like homer (I'll give him that), and much like pollen-allergies. Since pollen allergies really isn't the thing I like most in this world, he's kinda uncool compared to the coolness that yet is to come. (but you've gotta admit, you'd still feel rather cool crashing a party with these monsters on the feet? hm? hm?)
Anyway, I keep lookin, and this lil dog (I'll call him Herman) steals my attention:
Everyone who knows me is aware of the fact that I love dogs much more than an average dude on the street, and therefore I run towards him and embrace him (in the way you can embrace a slipper in a store, I'm neither stupid, nor a perv, nor a psyco). There's something with this face that I fall for (and it's not the tiredness). But sorry Herman, you're not my choise when it comes ter slippers today.
Mr Froggy here caught my eye, and yes, it was cause he looks dorky. But I swear, in real life he looks less dorky and more cute.
It kinda looks like he's trying to tell you something, doesn't it? Looks like he kinda pointed me out to buy him. Think he misunderstood something, puppydogeyes goes on puppies, and in some cases they also work on my boyfriend, but... it just doesn't work for frogs, sorry. Nevertheless I fell for this lil sucker, too bad for him that the slipperlove of my life was lying riiiiight next to him.
YOU ARE A TRUE BEAUTY! Sorry Homer, sorry Herman, and sorry lil' mr Froggy, you can go somewhere else. You are nothing but servants when you see the queen of the ball. Klara. Not sure about what to buy me for christmas? You don't have to wonder anymore.You can't even imagine how much it hurt me to just leave her there. Clearly one of the hardest moments in my life... But Klara, we WILL meet again. I promise you!
Q: Which would you buy?
Cause for me slippers are these:
The same word in English covers all? .. I'll just assume that then. Please don't kill me if I'm wrong ^^
Getting to the point.. soon, I promise. Yesterday I was out walkin the streets of Leipzig as I encounter a store with tons and tons of cute slippers. Of course this makes me stop and laugh abit, and touch them. (You really can't NOT touch them, they were too cute and soft for that.), and after felling in love with one, boof, there comes another.
Now what I saw first was this, for me it was darn cute (and even more dorky) until later.
Anyway, I keep lookin, and this lil dog (I'll call him Herman) steals my attention:
Mr Froggy here caught my eye, and yes, it was cause he looks dorky. But I swear, in real life he looks less dorky and more cute.
It kinda looks like he's trying to tell you something, doesn't it? Looks like he kinda pointed me out to buy him. Think he misunderstood something, puppydogeyes goes on puppies, and in some cases they also work on my boyfriend, but... it just doesn't work for frogs, sorry. Nevertheless I fell for this lil sucker, too bad for him that the slipperlove of my life was lying riiiiight next to him.
YOU ARE A TRUE BEAUTY! Sorry Homer, sorry Herman, and sorry lil' mr Froggy, you can go somewhere else. You are nothing but servants when you see the queen of the ball. Klara. Not sure about what to buy me for christmas? You don't have to wonder anymore.You can't even imagine how much it hurt me to just leave her there. Clearly one of the hardest moments in my life... But Klara, we WILL meet again. I promise you!
Q: Which would you buy?
Thursday 12 November 2009
Flattered
Yesterday I was at a party here in Deutschland, and now I'm sitting here the day after with some impressions! :)
* Bibop (cola-schwarybier) is very good (and cheap) (and a girldrink, I knoooow. But it's not like I wanna prove the opposite:P)
* Just don't go out on these small intimate places if you're not ready to touch very many asses without intention
* Going to the disco really aint that bad, and Michael Jackson (RIP) kicks arse.
* Is it even possible to go "woah" over German beerprices once more? Obviously... If it gets any cheaper it's free!
What kinda made my evening though was the trip home (and yes, now you'll prooobably tell yourself that "zomg, Trolldis is soo lame". Might be, but hear me out here:P). So I'm sitting on the tram talking with my boyfriend, when suddenly I feel someone pricking (is that a word?) my shoulder. I ignore it since I assume it's some drunk German who wants.. dunno, just something that aint good. Some seconds later he speaks to me, though. "I'm sorry, but where are you from?". I turn, and he doesn't look like a guy who wants to .. dunno.. He seems ok, so I tell him I'm from Norway. He looks at me in a veeery weird way, so I ask him.. why the look? He just smiles and says it's nothing. The convo goes on, though, and he drag in his girlfriend and I my boyfriend. They seem quite nice. Eventually they (= australians!) tell me that the reason they wondered where I'm from was because they were CERTAIN I'm from CANADA. That cause of my English-accent. Therefore they got kinda blown away when I'm from friggin' Norway, y' know, with Petter Solberg and everything, obviously Norwegians doesn't speak like Canadians. But yes, from Canada? How is that NOT a compliment? I got flattered, I can tell you (and my boyfriend can confirm it, like just in case you won't believe me). Hello, Canada? In Canada they speak English. On a daily basis. Good!! It's like their language. Their mother tounge? And I sound like them.. Hoihoi! Trolldis went happy-face Trolldis, and slept great!
Good morning, by the way :)
* Bibop (cola-schwarybier) is very good (and cheap) (and a girldrink, I knoooow. But it's not like I wanna prove the opposite:P)
* Just don't go out on these small intimate places if you're not ready to touch very many asses without intention
* Going to the disco really aint that bad, and Michael Jackson (RIP) kicks arse.
* Is it even possible to go "woah" over German beerprices once more? Obviously... If it gets any cheaper it's free!
What kinda made my evening though was the trip home (and yes, now you'll prooobably tell yourself that "zomg, Trolldis is soo lame". Might be, but hear me out here:P). So I'm sitting on the tram talking with my boyfriend, when suddenly I feel someone pricking (is that a word?) my shoulder. I ignore it since I assume it's some drunk German who wants.. dunno, just something that aint good. Some seconds later he speaks to me, though. "I'm sorry, but where are you from?". I turn, and he doesn't look like a guy who wants to .. dunno.. He seems ok, so I tell him I'm from Norway. He looks at me in a veeery weird way, so I ask him.. why the look? He just smiles and says it's nothing. The convo goes on, though, and he drag in his girlfriend and I my boyfriend. They seem quite nice. Eventually they (= australians!) tell me that the reason they wondered where I'm from was because they were CERTAIN I'm from CANADA. That cause of my English-accent. Therefore they got kinda blown away when I'm from friggin' Norway, y' know, with Petter Solberg and everything, obviously Norwegians doesn't speak like Canadians. But yes, from Canada? How is that NOT a compliment? I got flattered, I can tell you (and my boyfriend can confirm it, like just in case you won't believe me). Hello, Canada? In Canada they speak English. On a daily basis. Good!! It's like their language. Their mother tounge? And I sound like them.. Hoihoi! Trolldis went happy-face Trolldis, and slept great!
Good morning, by the way :)
Wednesday 11 November 2009
Do YOU want a google wave invite?
Cause I just got some. Friends fiiirst! :)
Edit: Where the heck did all my wave invites go? One minute there, next.. gone?
ACH. If you want one lemme know anyway, lets suppose it´ll come back :P
Edit: Where the heck did all my wave invites go? One minute there, next.. gone?
ACH. If you want one lemme know anyway, lets suppose it´ll come back :P
Tuesday 10 November 2009
Proud
I'm back in black in Deutschland, and this time I'm just a lil' bit proud. I've dreaded the traintrip from Berlin to Leipzig since I ordered the tickets, this time I had to do it all alone. Find a ticket-thingie, get on the right train, get off at the right stop, and get on at the right train again. Worst case scenario: 4 stops, 4 trainchanges... (well, worst case scenario is 10 stops, but at this trip it's not even possible, I think:P). I actually had luck, the plane landing 10 minutes before it was supposed to, and me reaching a route where I only had to change trains ONE time. Of course me reaching that train was a study in itself, I bet more than one person laughed over my stressy, bumsy style through the trainstation. NEVERTHELESS, one stop. That was a victory just that!
Now, what wasn't luck was that I had to change in Dessau. Beforehand I thought this would be juuust fine, until I arrive at Dessau and have to find the new platform. A big problem is that DESSAU HAUPTBAHNHOF IS SENILE!! You see the train you went away from, and many platforms far away, with no arrows or nothing to show you how to get to, so after a panic-call to my boyfriend (whoever saw that must have thought I escaped from a psycohouse), and running around like a wacko I luckily find a entrance that actually leads me to the platforms. Of course I just have 8 minutes or so to get from the train I came out of, and into the next.. so this wasn't actually an un-stressy affair... BUT I reached the train, and thank God for that. If not someone would have put me in a psycohouse already...
Paniccalls or not, I'm still proud. Yours truly managed to travel 2.658 km yesterday. With car, flight, another flight, train and tram. Alone. A true victory!
Now, what wasn't luck was that I had to change in Dessau. Beforehand I thought this would be juuust fine, until I arrive at Dessau and have to find the new platform. A big problem is that DESSAU HAUPTBAHNHOF IS SENILE!! You see the train you went away from, and many platforms far away, with no arrows or nothing to show you how to get to, so after a panic-call to my boyfriend (whoever saw that must have thought I escaped from a psycohouse), and running around like a wacko I luckily find a entrance that actually leads me to the platforms. Of course I just have 8 minutes or so to get from the train I came out of, and into the next.. so this wasn't actually an un-stressy affair... BUT I reached the train, and thank God for that. If not someone would have put me in a psycohouse already...
Paniccalls or not, I'm still proud. Yours truly managed to travel 2.658 km yesterday. With car, flight, another flight, train and tram. Alone. A true victory!
Saturday 7 November 2009
Aurora Poralis
I ran outside in nothing but socks, pants and a singlet, (-2 degrees.....) I made a stabile ground for the camera to lie on with a chair, a table and a cellphone and a wallet. It was northern light outside, and it was BEAUTIFUL.
Of course this is just a small idea of how it really looks, you can't capture that on a picture...
LOVE IIIIT!!
Friday 6 November 2009
Someone left this to die..
This chiuaua was born without it's front legs, so someone left it to die. Look at this video:
Would you have the heart to just leave this adorable dog to die? If noone adopts that, I will. What a heartbreaker!
Would you have the heart to just leave this adorable dog to die? If noone adopts that, I will. What a heartbreaker!
Monday 2 November 2009
You're probably sick of pictures..
.. but I'm in a place where I cannot care. At least not in this blog-post. I know this is no pro foto, it's a HDR attempt, juuust cause I wanna show you how lovely it looked outside this morning. At least it'll give you an idea of how it lookd, and that was my intention indeed! :)
It looked SO lovely, that yours truly, the lazybum of the millenium, actually dragged her ass out of bed before the birds shit (or was it sing?).
Now, for the average person, that has school, work, whatever, that isn't a problem, I see that. But I could actually sleep til 15.00 if I wished to! I could sleep around the clock if I'd want to, actually.. well, you see the point. But na, today at 7.00.
Look at this. Would you keep on sleeping?
It looked SO lovely, that yours truly, the lazybum of the millenium, actually dragged her ass out of bed before the birds shit (or was it sing?).
Now, for the average person, that has school, work, whatever, that isn't a problem, I see that. But I could actually sleep til 15.00 if I wished to! I could sleep around the clock if I'd want to, actually.. well, you see the point. But na, today at 7.00.
Look at this. Would you keep on sleeping?
I think no?
Sunday 1 November 2009
Saturday 31 October 2009
My first (decent) HDR
I had fun today, and went out to take photos cause it looked GREAT outside. I experimented abit with HDRs and stuff, so.. here's the result?:D
I know I still have a long way to go, but gotta start somewhere, eh? ^^
I know I still have a long way to go, but gotta start somewhere, eh? ^^
Friday 30 October 2009
I would never go so far as to call my granddad "delicious"
Deilig would be translated as perhaps.. deilicious. It's an expression we use to either describe a damn good cake, or to describe your boyfriend/girlfriend/better half/whatever. "Morfar" means granddad. What says on the cup is translated "The worlds most delicious granddad". Delicious is not, not in a million years, an expression you'd use to describe your granddad. Unless you're really disgusting, that is.
Wonder if this cup sells good...
Wednesday 28 October 2009
Google Wave!
So, I've gotten my fingers in this thing after drooling from it a while. All thanks to twitter and a nice dude sending me an invite :) Now, there's one problem though.. What is the point with Google Wave when I have NOONE in my contactlist? What's fancy is that I can twitter from it, but what more? Nuthin. You are kindof addicted of having someone there to talk to. I assumed I'd get invites to give out, so I could get my boyfriend and some friends to talk to, but nay. So here I am, in full desperation, writing a blog about this problem, hoping some nice people will visit it, feel sorry for me, and gimme a mail so I get someone nice to talk to, and test out this thing with. Just leave your mail in the comment field, and you will never regret it! :D
PS: Disgusting men who tries to find me and rape me, and who expects boobies on cam can just stay faaaar away. I want nice people.
PS: Disgusting men who tries to find me and rape me, and who expects boobies on cam can just stay faaaar away. I want nice people.
Monday 26 October 2009
CSI: Dogs&Cats..& Rabbits.
October 26th, 2009.
13:37
Body found in Stokmarknes.The victim is a rabbit, 30 cms long, average bodyweight. It is probably around 1-2 years old. Eyes are blue. The victim has several colors, grey, orange and white.Bitemarks can be found all over the victims body, it's ears are almost ripped off, the nose is hanging in nothing but a thin thread, and you can still see panic in its eyes. The victim is still warm, it's been dead for less than one hour.
14:02
The bitemarks that can be found all over the victims body says that the killer is korean, chinese or japanese. The bitemarks also shows that it is no human who killed this victim. Circle two and three shows hairs that were found on the victim, that doesn't belong to the victim itself. The hairs found on the crime scene are white, and dna shows that it's a dog or cat who did this crime.It is clear that the victim has been tortured.
14:25
Cause of death is probably a stroke as the murderer made it go through hours and hours of pain. Through it's dental records we've been able to locate its family, unfortunatly they are all six feet under. Victim has been identified as Eddy Bunny.
14:50
A very important tips is sent in, cameras has captured the murderer, in the act! The murderer is a Japanese Spitz, age 1 year. After an interview we're certain that the murder is commited due to strong jealousy. The case is hereby solved and closed.
Cleaning is fun!
Lately I've been in a place where I find cleaning, then especially vacuuming, entertaining. Not cause I get a kick out of hearing the shit getting sucked in, and knowing it never comes back. Not because I like the vibrations of the vaccumcleaner when holding in it. Not because I'm of the type that likes cleaning, I mean.. Jesus. No, it's simply because our lil' Japanese spitz, Hope, makes the cleaning more than cleaning.
Not one second does she let the vacuumbeast out of sight, she's so damn curious it's cute. She follows it with her eyes, goes closer and closer..she sneaks in from the sides, from the back, doing whatever to get to as close as possible to the thing.. That is, as soon as the Vacuum-head-thingie (what the heck is it called) doesn't point towards her.. then she runs as fast as she can, and as far away as possible. When you she the lil' white dot runnig away in that speed, you'd suppose her to be away for forever, but na. Doesn't even take 20 seconds before she starts sneaking towards the beast again. Sneaking, sneaking, sneaking, until... OMG, it's pointing towards me again, RUUUUUN! If dogs could talk, or if you could read dogs minds.. that would be exactly what you got out of it. (of course, now we have to imagine then that dogs would know the meaning of OMG). Lets imagine we're inside the dogs head:
Hm, it's pointing somewhere else, now I wanna go there and bite abit on it, maybe it tastes like cheese. Ah, I like cheese. But not as much as I like sausage, God, I love sausage. Hm.. maybe my owner has a sausage, damn then want one, gimmegimme. Oh, wait, no, yes, no.. yes.. Damn Hope, concentrate! That sure looks like a long sausage! MMM, sausage. Maybe if I sneak very carefully it won't hear me, and the lunch today gets better than that boring, dry dog-food. Yes, probably.. Caareful, careful, getting closer, aaalmost there. WAH, the huge, noisy sausage wants to kill me, RUUUUUUUN!
Ok, so I am where I started. Who cares, Hope? The sausage calls! Maybe if I walk extra careful this time, like, very much extra. It won't notice me then. And then I get my teeth in that juicy, delicate sausage. Hm, I wonder why my owner goes around carrying it without giving it to me. I've been a good dog, haven't I? Maybe if I sit.... HELLO, owner, look at me, I'm a good dog, I'm sitting, I'm deserving sausage!.. ah, how great, all that effort, and she's not even noticing me. No chanse in hell I'm doing anything else unless I get something for it. I guess I need to take this in my own paws, God. When did I ever have to do something for the food around here? I really need to let this owner of mine know this! She spoiled me, so GIVE ME THE DAMN SAUSAGE.
Huh, where's she going? Where's the sausage going? I'm not done with you yet! I guess I should just follow, the sausage aint that noisy anymore. Maybe it got tired and sleeping. Where.. where did it go? Hello? Wuff, wuff, I don't like this. Wuff, wuff. Wonder why my owner is angry at me? Wuff, wuff, wuu.... What did I do now? Grh.. what kind of life do I have? I'm such a miserable dog..
[two seconds later]
*sniff, sniff*, *sniff, sniff*. YES! Some dirty underwear. Wuff, life is goooood!
Let's now stop imagining we're in the head of the dog. As an end to the blogpost: Here's the small heartbreaker.
I got abit carried away and this blog ended up mostly imagining we're in the head of Hope. Doesn't really matter that much, I trust you get an idea about how cleaning is with this small white dot wandering around. :)
Not one second does she let the vacuumbeast out of sight, she's so damn curious it's cute. She follows it with her eyes, goes closer and closer..she sneaks in from the sides, from the back, doing whatever to get to as close as possible to the thing.. That is, as soon as the Vacuum-head-thingie (what the heck is it called) doesn't point towards her.. then she runs as fast as she can, and as far away as possible. When you she the lil' white dot runnig away in that speed, you'd suppose her to be away for forever, but na. Doesn't even take 20 seconds before she starts sneaking towards the beast again. Sneaking, sneaking, sneaking, until... OMG, it's pointing towards me again, RUUUUUN! If dogs could talk, or if you could read dogs minds.. that would be exactly what you got out of it. (of course, now we have to imagine then that dogs would know the meaning of OMG). Lets imagine we're inside the dogs head:
Hm, it's pointing somewhere else, now I wanna go there and bite abit on it, maybe it tastes like cheese. Ah, I like cheese. But not as much as I like sausage, God, I love sausage. Hm.. maybe my owner has a sausage, damn then want one, gimmegimme. Oh, wait, no, yes, no.. yes.. Damn Hope, concentrate! That sure looks like a long sausage! MMM, sausage. Maybe if I sneak very carefully it won't hear me, and the lunch today gets better than that boring, dry dog-food. Yes, probably.. Caareful, careful, getting closer, aaalmost there. WAH, the huge, noisy sausage wants to kill me, RUUUUUUUN!
Ok, so I am where I started. Who cares, Hope? The sausage calls! Maybe if I walk extra careful this time, like, very much extra. It won't notice me then. And then I get my teeth in that juicy, delicate sausage. Hm, I wonder why my owner goes around carrying it without giving it to me. I've been a good dog, haven't I? Maybe if I sit.... HELLO, owner, look at me, I'm a good dog, I'm sitting, I'm deserving sausage!.. ah, how great, all that effort, and she's not even noticing me. No chanse in hell I'm doing anything else unless I get something for it. I guess I need to take this in my own paws, God. When did I ever have to do something for the food around here? I really need to let this owner of mine know this! She spoiled me, so GIVE ME THE DAMN SAUSAGE.
Huh, where's she going? Where's the sausage going? I'm not done with you yet! I guess I should just follow, the sausage aint that noisy anymore. Maybe it got tired and sleeping. Where.. where did it go? Hello? Wuff, wuff, I don't like this. Wuff, wuff. Wonder why my owner is angry at me? Wuff, wuff, wuu.... What did I do now? Grh.. what kind of life do I have? I'm such a miserable dog..
[two seconds later]
*sniff, sniff*, *sniff, sniff*. YES! Some dirty underwear. Wuff, life is goooood!
Let's now stop imagining we're in the head of the dog. As an end to the blogpost: Here's the small heartbreaker.
I got abit carried away and this blog ended up mostly imagining we're in the head of Hope. Doesn't really matter that much, I trust you get an idea about how cleaning is with this small white dot wandering around. :)
Friday 23 October 2009
Kids and ringtones...
SAVE ME FROM THIS PAIN!!!
Nokia-tune is just as bad in acoustic-guitar sound as it is in original. Maybe even worse. Repeated, repeated, repeated, repeated. Again. Again, over again, once more. I'm going CRAZY!
For funsies the kids stick their fingers in front of the loudspeaker in every second sound so they get a nice cut in every second tone - enough to make every sane person into someone in a white suit in a small room - a place I would rather be in then here right now.
Sometimes they replace nokia-tune with some other song, some very bad song. VERY, again it makes anyone crazy, especially when they stop the song and start it over 10 times in a minute.
If there is a God out there, tell me.. what have I done to deserve this?!
Nokia-tune is just as bad in acoustic-guitar sound as it is in original. Maybe even worse. Repeated, repeated, repeated, repeated. Again. Again, over again, once more. I'm going CRAZY!
For funsies the kids stick their fingers in front of the loudspeaker in every second sound so they get a nice cut in every second tone - enough to make every sane person into someone in a white suit in a small room - a place I would rather be in then here right now.
Sometimes they replace nokia-tune with some other song, some very bad song. VERY, again it makes anyone crazy, especially when they stop the song and start it over 10 times in a minute.
If there is a God out there, tell me.. what have I done to deserve this?!
Monday 19 October 2009
Sunday 18 October 2009
A small visit on the beach..
It's very nice here, they have a nearby beach that looks superb, even now in the autumn when bathing is totally out of the question. I like to take pictures, not that I claim I'm good at it or anything, but I like it. Especially when my mum owns a fancy camera. Here's some shots from today:
I actually intended to upload more photos, but for some reason I cannot upload anything without getting a "fail" message, so I'll just give up here, and maybe come back with more later.. Enjoy? :)
I actually intended to upload more photos, but for some reason I cannot upload anything without getting a "fail" message, so I'll just give up here, and maybe come back with more later.. Enjoy? :)
Friday 16 October 2009
You wouldn't believe the night I had!
There is about three factors that makes your night a living hell.
1) A dog who would rather be somewhere else than in your room.
2) People going to the toilet
3) People running back and forth at 5-6 in the morning.
Please note that these factors have to be combined to make the night a living hell, well.. maybe alternative 1 could work perfectly without the other two, but anyway.
So, I go to bed at 00.00, I was asked to bring the dog. Sure, I thought, why not? A cute lil' creature that can lie there and warm my cold toesies, won't say no to that! So I grab the heartbreaker, carry her into my room, and make a nice corner in my bed for her. But na, she jumps down from the bed, goes to the door, and starts her "buhu, it's so miserable here, let me out" sounds. I chose to ignore her, until she comes jumping up in the bed licking my hands. I ask her "you wanna come up, Hope?", and rise up to lift her up in the bed. But the second I raise up, she walks to the door, like she tries to show me "let me oout, let me oooout!". I lie down again and two seconds later, she's back. I thought that maybe this time she wants to come up, so I rise up again. Guess what happened? Yes, door. I sigh, and lie down again. Two minutes later I hear the tiny dog-feet tripping towards me again, I chose not to rise up, I mean.. what, am I stupid? I lie like I did, but open my eyes, before I know it she suddely sticks her head up right next to me, leaning it abit to the side, givin me nothing but the puppydog-look. And, annoying or not, she is a heartbreaker. So I figured, damn, now she wants to come up! I rise up, reach out my hands... and right before I got my hands in her.. yes, you're right, she's trippin' towards the door. At this point you all must be thinking "damnit! this girl must be stupid", but for my defence.. who could resist the puppydogeyes of this ceature, tell me!
At a certain point she sits right under my bed, and I use the situation to try to calm her down with stroking her, and.. yes, it worked. She was silent for.. perhaps five minutes, until... she suddenly rised up and walked to the door. But! This time she didn't make that much sounds, to my big surprise. So I can actually lie down, in silence, and slowly, slowly I notice that I might actually get some sleep tonight. Note that this is probably 1-2 hours after I actually planned to sleep. So at this point the clock is.. Well, let's say 01.30. Trolldis lies there with a small smile on her mouth, on her way into sleepyland...
Sleepyland was further away than I thought, my soon-to-come sweet dreams got ruined, yes, directly ruined, killed, by someone who just had to go to the toilet in the midle of friggin night. My dear brother, couldn't you have gone before you went to bed? Or should I assume that you "didn't have to go then"? Hmpf, you're just like a kid. I'm gonna blame you for this, after all you're not the one with puppydogeyes in the situation!
Well, half an hour later the dog is relatively calm, and the sandman once again tries to reach out and make me trip around on the big pink cloud that I like to call dreamland. And Sandman, thank you for this. Trolldis gets her good night sleep for.. 3-4 hours, before people already start wandering around, making noise. No chance to get any peace - when the dog finds a hope for escape, then she follows the hope til it dies, or til it works out for her. In this situation it worked out for her, some saviour sent from God (or more like, one of my siblings) came to the door, opening it, taking Hope away, giving me some sleep. And the thought of sleeping long really, really gave me pleasure. So there was a smile around my mouth as I was finally, finally gonna get to sleep more than 1 hour or 2.
Wake up! Time to change your sleepingpatterns! The clock isn't even showing eight, when my mum finds out that today is the day, today is the day. Today is the day for change. No longer sleeping to 12, Trolldis. Embrace the day, embrace the morning.
Today, mum?! I didn't sleep less a single night the whole year, and that includes nights where I'm hangovered, on festivals, on parties. Yes. Could the timing possibly be worse? I believe not. Well, let's look on the positive side, should we? I have embraced the day! The whole day, not only the part from 12.00 and out.
Ah, yes, by the way? Guess who's sleeping now? Hope. After this situation, though, I changed her name to Hopeless. If there's one thing I like about her is that her name can easily be changed when she is indeed.. Hopeless.
Have a great day, everyone, and be sure to embrace it as I did.
1) A dog who would rather be somewhere else than in your room.
2) People going to the toilet
3) People running back and forth at 5-6 in the morning.
Please note that these factors have to be combined to make the night a living hell, well.. maybe alternative 1 could work perfectly without the other two, but anyway.
So, I go to bed at 00.00, I was asked to bring the dog. Sure, I thought, why not? A cute lil' creature that can lie there and warm my cold toesies, won't say no to that! So I grab the heartbreaker, carry her into my room, and make a nice corner in my bed for her. But na, she jumps down from the bed, goes to the door, and starts her "buhu, it's so miserable here, let me out" sounds. I chose to ignore her, until she comes jumping up in the bed licking my hands. I ask her "you wanna come up, Hope?", and rise up to lift her up in the bed. But the second I raise up, she walks to the door, like she tries to show me "let me oout, let me oooout!". I lie down again and two seconds later, she's back. I thought that maybe this time she wants to come up, so I rise up again. Guess what happened? Yes, door. I sigh, and lie down again. Two minutes later I hear the tiny dog-feet tripping towards me again, I chose not to rise up, I mean.. what, am I stupid? I lie like I did, but open my eyes, before I know it she suddely sticks her head up right next to me, leaning it abit to the side, givin me nothing but the puppydog-look. And, annoying or not, she is a heartbreaker. So I figured, damn, now she wants to come up! I rise up, reach out my hands... and right before I got my hands in her.. yes, you're right, she's trippin' towards the door. At this point you all must be thinking "damnit! this girl must be stupid", but for my defence.. who could resist the puppydogeyes of this ceature, tell me!At a certain point she sits right under my bed, and I use the situation to try to calm her down with stroking her, and.. yes, it worked. She was silent for.. perhaps five minutes, until... she suddenly rised up and walked to the door. But! This time she didn't make that much sounds, to my big surprise. So I can actually lie down, in silence, and slowly, slowly I notice that I might actually get some sleep tonight. Note that this is probably 1-2 hours after I actually planned to sleep. So at this point the clock is.. Well, let's say 01.30. Trolldis lies there with a small smile on her mouth, on her way into sleepyland...
Sleepyland was further away than I thought, my soon-to-come sweet dreams got ruined, yes, directly ruined, killed, by someone who just had to go to the toilet in the midle of friggin night. My dear brother, couldn't you have gone before you went to bed? Or should I assume that you "didn't have to go then"? Hmpf, you're just like a kid. I'm gonna blame you for this, after all you're not the one with puppydogeyes in the situation!
Well, half an hour later the dog is relatively calm, and the sandman once again tries to reach out and make me trip around on the big pink cloud that I like to call dreamland. And Sandman, thank you for this. Trolldis gets her good night sleep for.. 3-4 hours, before people already start wandering around, making noise. No chance to get any peace - when the dog finds a hope for escape, then she follows the hope til it dies, or til it works out for her. In this situation it worked out for her, some saviour sent from God (or more like, one of my siblings) came to the door, opening it, taking Hope away, giving me some sleep. And the thought of sleeping long really, really gave me pleasure. So there was a smile around my mouth as I was finally, finally gonna get to sleep more than 1 hour or 2.
Wake up! Time to change your sleepingpatterns! The clock isn't even showing eight, when my mum finds out that today is the day, today is the day. Today is the day for change. No longer sleeping to 12, Trolldis. Embrace the day, embrace the morning.
Today, mum?! I didn't sleep less a single night the whole year, and that includes nights where I'm hangovered, on festivals, on parties. Yes. Could the timing possibly be worse? I believe not. Well, let's look on the positive side, should we? I have embraced the day! The whole day, not only the part from 12.00 and out.
Ah, yes, by the way? Guess who's sleeping now? Hope. After this situation, though, I changed her name to Hopeless. If there's one thing I like about her is that her name can easily be changed when she is indeed.. Hopeless.
Have a great day, everyone, and be sure to embrace it as I did.
Wednesday 14 October 2009
I'm sorry, I'm taken.
Some people likes to find a sexlife through online communities. Tries to give compliments, and make you interested in as few messages as possible, cause MAYBE this time they will get laid.
This blog is about these people. Lately I've been getting a waay to big amount of these hopeful perverts into my profile on nettby (online community). One dude tries to send "hi, hi!" mails to me everytime he's online. I said hi back the two first times he did, and then I just realized he's senile and stopped. Another dude goes right on, and the first words he ever say to me is "you're beautiful, I like you very much".... I mean.. whoot? For all he knows I'm a rapist, or I eat kids. But nope, he "likes me very much". Nice that you can get to know me thaat much out of a small profile, and a "beautiful" picture.
This very same dude commented on this photo of "me" with "Wow, you're so beautiful". Well, ok. I admit it, I really styled up for this photo, and I do very much to look my best. I'm so glad someone finally saw that. Please look to the right for a beautiful picture of yours truly. The dog is just a small detail, don't mind that. I would never ever want the attention on the dog, I mean, hello. Then I would hide behind it or something.
From joke to revolver, desperate much? You're so fucking horny you comment desperatly or any picture with me in, even if it's just a friggin finger? I'm sorry to disappoint you, but even if you would comment on a photo that's actually of me it wouldn't help either. Maybe you should buy yourself one of these dolls, you know, where you don't actually have to seduce anyone before actually getting to jump them. If you like it I'm sure you can put a photo of a dog over her face too, so you get it really how you like it, hell, maybe you can even print this picture and stick it on? Then you also get my beauty all over. Wouldn't that be nice?
Bottom line: Does people really think they get laid with these things? That someone actually falls on these stupid comments, and asslikcing? I hope not. What's even worse is if people actually falls for this? I don't even wanna think about that. Good night!
PS: This is not about dissing people who tries to find their love or new friends via internet, this is about desperate people trying in silly ways to get laid.
This blog is about these people. Lately I've been getting a waay to big amount of these hopeful perverts into my profile on nettby (online community). One dude tries to send "hi, hi!" mails to me everytime he's online. I said hi back the two first times he did, and then I just realized he's senile and stopped. Another dude goes right on, and the first words he ever say to me is "you're beautiful, I like you very much".... I mean.. whoot? For all he knows I'm a rapist, or I eat kids. But nope, he "likes me very much". Nice that you can get to know me thaat much out of a small profile, and a "beautiful" picture.
This very same dude commented on this photo of "me" with "Wow, you're so beautiful". Well, ok. I admit it, I really styled up for this photo, and I do very much to look my best. I'm so glad someone finally saw that. Please look to the right for a beautiful picture of yours truly. The dog is just a small detail, don't mind that. I would never ever want the attention on the dog, I mean, hello. Then I would hide behind it or something.From joke to revolver, desperate much? You're so fucking horny you comment desperatly or any picture with me in, even if it's just a friggin finger? I'm sorry to disappoint you, but even if you would comment on a photo that's actually of me it wouldn't help either. Maybe you should buy yourself one of these dolls, you know, where you don't actually have to seduce anyone before actually getting to jump them. If you like it I'm sure you can put a photo of a dog over her face too, so you get it really how you like it, hell, maybe you can even print this picture and stick it on? Then you also get my beauty all over. Wouldn't that be nice?
Bottom line: Does people really think they get laid with these things? That someone actually falls on these stupid comments, and asslikcing? I hope not. What's even worse is if people actually falls for this? I don't even wanna think about that. Good night!
PS: This is not about dissing people who tries to find their love or new friends via internet, this is about desperate people trying in silly ways to get laid.
Tuesday 13 October 2009
Eheheh.. hehe.
Please klick here.
My non-Norwegian readers, I'm sorry that this article is in Norwegian. It's about a German dude who flashed his ass to the ticketcontrollers on the train cause the controller throwed him out for lacking a ticket. His pants got stuck in the door, and he was dragged after the train.. HAHAHAHAHHAH, what a fucking idiot.
PS: He wasn't seriously injured.. If he would be I wouldn't laugh of this... at least not in front of others, ehhehe.
My non-Norwegian readers, I'm sorry that this article is in Norwegian. It's about a German dude who flashed his ass to the ticketcontrollers on the train cause the controller throwed him out for lacking a ticket. His pants got stuck in the door, and he was dragged after the train.. HAHAHAHAHHAH, what a fucking idiot.
PS: He wasn't seriously injured.. If he would be I wouldn't laugh of this... at least not in front of others, ehhehe.
Monday 12 October 2009
Music Box: Dornenreich
Dornenreich rocks, that's as simple as it is. I'm not gonna lie and pretend that I know everything about this band - to be quite honest I noticed it "for real" not long ago. Before seing them live I knew some songs from "In Luft Geritzt", and they were nice, but my knowledge about Dornenreich ended there. I didn't know their earlier and blacker stuff at that point. At the concert attended in September I was totally captured by the magic of Dornenreich. I loved (correct, "liked" isn't strong enough) every single song they played, and it was straight home to listen to Dornenreich, and I made my lovely boyfriend fill my iPod with all Dornenreich he had.
Dornenreich is a two-man-band from Austria that was founded in 1996 by Thomas "Valñes" Stock, Jochen "Evíga" Stock joined the band the same year, and they started to make songs. They were also joined by a drummer in 1997, but he later quit. In 2006 Thomas Stock quit the band, and was replaced with another Thomas - Thomas "Inve" Riesner joined the band as a violinist. The lineup is today as it was then.
What's so lovely with Dornenreich is that they have stuff in different genres. The first album, Nicht um zu sterben (1996) is black metal, on their second album Bitter ist's dem Tod zu dienen (1997) they are still within the black metal genre, but more towards Symphonic Black Metal. The next album comes in 2001, and is called Hier von welken Nächten, and it's very hard for me to just put a genre on that. All I can tell you is that this album is awesome, and listen, listen, LISTEN. You should especially give the songs Wer hat Angst vor Einsamkeit? and Grell und dunkel strömt das Leben a listen. Listen to Schwarz schaut tiefsten Lichterglanz too, while you're at it. It's in the player to your right.. ;)
In 2005 does Dornenreich release the cd Hexenwind, few songs, but good songs. This album was supposed to go to a blacker sound again, but.. it didn't. During the writing period the band's progression took a "new direction towards a more calm and mature approach" (stolen from last.fm). From this album, please listen to Der Hexe flammend' Blick.
2006 brings Durch Den Traum, and since I don't know this album that much I don't even have recommendations, sorry for that. I can't put a genre on it either. Avant-Garde? I'm sure it's a great cd, but I haven't had time to get into it, unfortunatly.. But I will ;)
Their newest album came in 2008, and it's called In Luft Geritzt. If you'd listen to a song from this album, and to a song from Nicht um zu sterben, you wouldn't know it's the same band! This is completely acoustic, they use a fiddle and an acoustic guitar. It's so atmospheric, so intense! My personal favourite from this album is Jagd, but do also listen to Drang, Meer and Unruhe. Listen to all, actually - superb album!
One small tips you'll thank me for later: If you have the oportunity of seing them live, then DO so! I've seen many bands live. Many. And Dornenreich is on the top 5, maybe even top 3, do I even put them on the top 2 with Primordial? Might be.. The intensity of the singer is sick, it's magic. He captures you and holds you there throughout the concert, and even longer. After the concert you sit there with an awesome feeling of participating in something great. I will do everything to see this band again! I will even go as far as to eat tuna, if that's what it takes. (for those of you who doesn't know me - this means I'm VERY desperate. Tuna tastes worse than words can describe, ugh).
Dornenreich on last.fm, on wikipedia, and their homepage.
I hope someone got something out of this blog, and starts listening to this band :D
This is my 4th post in my series Music Box where I reccomend and write about good music. I previously wrote about Fjoergyn, Arcturus, and Primordial
Sunday 11 October 2009
What warms a musicians heart...
It's something very cute and charming about this. Piano-stairs, ah. It's one of the ideas in "Rolighetsteorin", in English "the fun theory". Great idea! I would take the stairs - and I'm LAZY. Conclusion: It works.
Saturday 10 October 2009
Song of the day
This is my song of the day, with video. And the band is among the greatest livebands out there. Volbeat!
Sad Man's Tounge, cause it's very catchy and very cool. God, I wanna see them live again!
Enjoy ;)
Sad Man's Tounge, cause it's very catchy and very cool. God, I wanna see them live again!
Enjoy ;)
Friday 9 October 2009
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Thursday 8 October 2009
Snow
So yesterday I saw what I didn't see for a looong time - yes, snow. I mean, of course I saw it on the mountaintops and stuff when I arrived here... it's northern Norway. But I didn't see the kind falling from the sky. Yes, I admit it, falling snow is beautiful in a way, especially when my brother, who studies to be a cook, mixes up the best hot chocolate you can even imagine. Mmm.. Hot chocolate and falling snow, and a cool program on telly. But..NO, I'm not enjoying the snow. Keep away til December, THEN the snow can come and create chrismasmood like never before. And then I'm gonna hire my brother to make me hot chocolate eeeevery day (and get so fat before christmas that I can fit the whole christmas-dinner myself? Bad idea, Trolldis. Really.).
In the mean time, I'm asking the weathergods nicely to give some better temperatures, and give us autumn? Now it feels like they are skipping from summer to winter without letting the autumn have the oportuinty of show it lovely self for a month or two. And when the autumn is a lovely season, that's not fair!
But, since it now is snow and there's nothing I can do about it.. Here's a (lovely) song that fits. Agalloch - Falling Snow. Enjoy :)
In the mean time, I'm asking the weathergods nicely to give some better temperatures, and give us autumn? Now it feels like they are skipping from summer to winter without letting the autumn have the oportuinty of show it lovely self for a month or two. And when the autumn is a lovely season, that's not fair!
But, since it now is snow and there's nothing I can do about it.. Here's a (lovely) song that fits. Agalloch - Falling Snow. Enjoy :)
Wednesday 7 October 2009
Should we assume that Rudolphs poop is red?
This blog will be about my thoughts of the children-tv of today. I happened to see a program when waiting for the news, and it was not pleasant.
The intro-melody has lyrics like this.
He takes off the top, and what is on the plate? A pile of shit. Not shit in a transferred meaning, but really. Shit. Poop. Exrement, right there on the plate. To be quite honest you kind of doubt what kind of dude this is when he can be SO enthusiastic over a pile of shit, but ok. He asks "Sooo, does anyone know whos shit this is? Hm? Anyone out there?". It pains my soul to think about all the children sitting in their houses watching this screaming out "DOOG!", "SHEEEEP!", "COOOW!", or whichever animal or creature they think took a shit this time.
Mr Hyper Moderator tries to create exitement over the moment where he reveals the great secret behind the pile of shit. Who in the whole wide world might have sat on the plate and released a big, brown and smelly pile of excrement. Or.. I guess we can assume that the moderator hand-plucked it when you see his enthusiasm. Anyway, yes.. the exitement. Shows kids that "yes, sure! it's completely natural to be exited when you see a poop. Overexited, yes, come on! LET'S ALL BE HYPER!"
Let's all be realistic here and see what this does to children. A child that is interested in.. not sports, not music, not games, farms, cars, whatever, no - A child that goes totally banana crazy when he/she sees a pile of poop? And gets hyyper, exited, happy, and.. yes, a pile of shit makes their day. Yep, that is building up intelligence from a small age already. "Mummy! Look! POOOOOOOP!".
I can say right now, that if this continues I won't even LET my child watch this shit. Oh yes, it's gonna watch "Who wants to be a millionare", and when my small angel is old enough, he'll be very smart and win the whole shit - and with this being able to buy his mummy and daddy a very nice car. (of course, by this time the main price in the show is millions and millions higher, and I will get a nice sum myself out of not having let my child watch shit-shows. And yes - I will rub it in the faces of all the parents who has senile kids that knows nothing more than which animal dropped which shit. I will enjoy it too).
Back to the show: When the ass behind the poop is revealed, the moderator dresses up like the animal, and runs around like a reindeer with AD/HD (since the animal of the day was a reindeer). What a great example for children, I feel the headache coming when thinking of this doofy dude.
I wonder... When on earth would a child need to know how reindeer-poop looks? Maybe it's nice to know around christmas, perhaps you can identify Rudolphs poop and then find out approximately when Santa will come. Should we assume that Rudolphs poop is red like his nose? Ask the followers of the poop-show. I have a life, I wouldnt' know.
The intro-melody has lyrics like this.
juck, jucky-juckAs you understand already, this show is doofy. After the intro a dude comes with a serving-plate.. This dude is a children-tv moderator, so you know.. overhyper and acting all stupid. So he is overenthusiastic, and the plate he's coming with has the riddle of the day inside. You cannot see it since it's covered with some kind of top on it, but this is unimportant. What's important is what this show is about...
jucky, jucky, juck
juck, jucky-juck,
jucky, jucky-juck
He takes off the top, and what is on the plate? A pile of shit. Not shit in a transferred meaning, but really. Shit. Poop. Exrement, right there on the plate. To be quite honest you kind of doubt what kind of dude this is when he can be SO enthusiastic over a pile of shit, but ok. He asks "Sooo, does anyone know whos shit this is? Hm? Anyone out there?". It pains my soul to think about all the children sitting in their houses watching this screaming out "DOOG!", "SHEEEEP!", "COOOW!", or whichever animal or creature they think took a shit this time.
Mr Hyper Moderator tries to create exitement over the moment where he reveals the great secret behind the pile of shit. Who in the whole wide world might have sat on the plate and released a big, brown and smelly pile of excrement. Or.. I guess we can assume that the moderator hand-plucked it when you see his enthusiasm. Anyway, yes.. the exitement. Shows kids that "yes, sure! it's completely natural to be exited when you see a poop. Overexited, yes, come on! LET'S ALL BE HYPER!"
Let's all be realistic here and see what this does to children. A child that is interested in.. not sports, not music, not games, farms, cars, whatever, no - A child that goes totally banana crazy when he/she sees a pile of poop? And gets hyyper, exited, happy, and.. yes, a pile of shit makes their day. Yep, that is building up intelligence from a small age already. "Mummy! Look! POOOOOOOP!".
I can say right now, that if this continues I won't even LET my child watch this shit. Oh yes, it's gonna watch "Who wants to be a millionare", and when my small angel is old enough, he'll be very smart and win the whole shit - and with this being able to buy his mummy and daddy a very nice car. (of course, by this time the main price in the show is millions and millions higher, and I will get a nice sum myself out of not having let my child watch shit-shows. And yes - I will rub it in the faces of all the parents who has senile kids that knows nothing more than which animal dropped which shit. I will enjoy it too).
Back to the show: When the ass behind the poop is revealed, the moderator dresses up like the animal, and runs around like a reindeer with AD/HD (since the animal of the day was a reindeer). What a great example for children, I feel the headache coming when thinking of this doofy dude.
I wonder... When on earth would a child need to know how reindeer-poop looks? Maybe it's nice to know around christmas, perhaps you can identify Rudolphs poop and then find out approximately when Santa will come. Should we assume that Rudolphs poop is red like his nose? Ask the followers of the poop-show. I have a life, I wouldnt' know.
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.. to me. My blog have never before had this many people visiting it in one day!
HURRRAAAAAYYYY!
.. yes, it's a big day.
HURRRAAAAAYYYY!
.. yes, it's a big day.
Tuesday 6 October 2009
Monday 5 October 2009
When you can sleep as loooong as you want..
.. and wake up at 8, you can get rather grumpy. But what is there to do when a white, bushy minimonster named 'Hope' wakes you up is licking your ears, your toes, your fingers, and walks in your face? At a certain point in those events kindof wakes you up, and when it's jumping on you wanting to play - there is no chance anymore.So if you ever see this lil creature, and if you would like to sleep.. Then lock your doors! But.. doors locked or not - I'm certain that Hope manages to sneak into your heart anyway. You'll love her EVEN though she wakes you up - I can confirm that.
Sunday 4 October 2009
What do you say when..
.. your brother gets driven home from a party by the police?
1) What the FUCK did you do now?
2) Again?
3) What a nice policeman!
I followed alternative one.. Until it turns out it was just a nice policeman. You can say what you want about Northern Norway (like how damn cold it is, for example) but the people here are nice! Just go to the anywhere in Northern Norway to shop (for example) and anywhere in Western Norway to shop. You notice a huge difference, there's something unique with people from Northern Norway.
Oh, btw. I'm in Northern Norway.
1) What the FUCK did you do now?
2) Again?
3) What a nice policeman!
I followed alternative one.. Until it turns out it was just a nice policeman. You can say what you want about Northern Norway (like how damn cold it is, for example) but the people here are nice! Just go to the anywhere in Northern Norway to shop (for example) and anywhere in Western Norway to shop. You notice a huge difference, there's something unique with people from Northern Norway.
Oh, btw. I'm in Northern Norway.
Saturday 3 October 2009
Plenty of reasons to love Germany, Part 3
Continuing on my 'reasons to love Germany'. Here's part one and part two
7) WACKEN!
.. and Summer Breeze, and various other big open-air festivals. A metalheads idea of paradise. Especially Wacken. God, 3 days of beer, metal and.. drunk metalheads?
Of constant metal, constant party. Man do I look forward to the festival-season again, and I swear I will be in Germany during it. What's Norwegian festivals compared to this? Lice. Hell of expensive lice too. Gosh, gotta love Wacken.
8) Schnauzer
The Schnauzer - my all time favourite dog-breed is German. Look at the adorable creature on your right now. That used to be my dear Alexi. Had to give him up, unfortunatly. Miss him deeply.
I don't actually know what more to write about that. They are adorable, both how they look and their personality... aaand where they are from. Reason enough to mention it here. Schnauzers are lovely! Ye... next!
9) Maggi Fix/Knorr Fix
Cause it's easy, cheap, and cause it has a good taste. Ah, the thought about the taste of Gebratene Nudeln almost makes me drool.
Nice thing is that they have about everything, Chili Con Carne, Spaghetti Bolognese, Chicken-soup. Roulade... It's not like we don't have any of this in Norway, but they have it SO much more there. HUGE shelves in the stores containing nothing but these Fix bags. And I like it, I dig it. It's one of the things I always bring home to Norway after a Germany trip.. Maaaany Fix bags.
7) WACKEN!
.. and Summer Breeze, and various other big open-air festivals. A metalheads idea of paradise. Especially Wacken. God, 3 days of beer, metal and.. drunk metalheads?
Of constant metal, constant party. Man do I look forward to the festival-season again, and I swear I will be in Germany during it. What's Norwegian festivals compared to this? Lice. Hell of expensive lice too. Gosh, gotta love Wacken.
8) Schnauzer
I don't actually know what more to write about that. They are adorable, both how they look and their personality... aaand where they are from. Reason enough to mention it here. Schnauzers are lovely! Ye... next!
9) Maggi Fix/Knorr Fix
Nice thing is that they have about everything, Chili Con Carne, Spaghetti Bolognese, Chicken-soup. Roulade... It's not like we don't have any of this in Norway, but they have it SO much more there. HUGE shelves in the stores containing nothing but these Fix bags. And I like it, I dig it. It's one of the things I always bring home to Norway after a Germany trip.. Maaaany Fix bags.
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