Vel hjemme

Vel hjemme i det snøkledde hjem. Ønsket velkommen av en meget glad vrengt polvått. Mørket lå fremdeles som en svøpe om barndomshjemmet da den togreisende sto på trammen med en trillekoffert, en bag og ei veske med sivile eiendeler. Alt det som hører her til. I hennes formete sinn gikk det automatisk å sette på ei kanne te. Rydde vekk bagasjen og legge gavene under treet.

Vel hjemme i det snøkledde hjem sukket denne togreisende godt til skomringen, og lente seg tilbake for å lese post og brev som var tilkommet hennes hjem i hennes fravær. Vel hjemme på sin rette plass for sesongen.

Changes

So I grew tired of the cherry green. it's my favourite colour allright but one can grow tired of that too. Besides life's a changing. A year ago my worry was can i manage till Christmas, today my worry is do I get home for Christmas. But I have always said I would move after school was done, I just never thought I would miss people the way I do. You see I've never been one for missing people, I've always thought that when you meet people anew you pick up where you left off and you'll have alot more to speek of. Keeping the smile and positive aditude, WAIT... i'm not that cheery... But in truths it's how it's been, I may miss someone special but a friend is to me there nomater how far spread across the globe you happen to be. Nah friendship ought to last all year round, all one have to do is pick up the phone or go online. It's easy these days^^ Still I must admit louds of people I miss this time around... Funny how things change, huh?

Moon lift for a cycle

The proud sea is about to claim it's cargo from safe bays and too sea. Soon it will drag all too familiar faces north, along the Norwegian cost. And they'll part from their familiarities for a full face of the Moon. Tears will flow as a withness of the hollow and sorrow in her heart. But the ever present smile in her kiss and warmth in her laughter can testify too the joyious return of the cargo. Had it not been for the sadness in her eyes, one would imagine the sea was a familiar of her kin. Lullbyes can be heard like a sirens call in the chilled night time. In the blue face of the moon. On the old tales of sailers lost to a shipwrecks, where of tidious effort one sailar has scrambled a shore, the wispers goes this is the time where the oceans wrath is unleached and her wrath will drag you under and leave you beneath the oceanwaves to bath in the oceans tears for eternity. If a sirens call is caught to a sailers ear, he can be safe assured the sea is intend to ferry him safe across the wrath unleached. Leaving him shealtered from the crizcore and ten.

She weeps now. Her kiss is left half seperated with a curve in the creek of her rosy cheek. Her forehead is crowned with a wary frown over her icyblue. They seem to scan a ocean far at sea. Her vision repreeve her from her worries. Slowly she turns and see her old friends gathering around her. Those abandoned by her. No montain seperate them now, the warmth she radiates can comfurt any lost soul, yet the ace in her heart is felt even in the radiance cause the empathy spreads with each heartfelt act. Rejoined in a hug with others left at land, she is half healed. Still an half yearn for the one roaming the north coast. Soon she says, soon across the mercy of the goddess herself her half wil rejoin her when the moon is reborn. Follow the nightly sky and hope can be read she wispers to the wind.

Oh yes!!

Guess what!?

I'm home again. and it is wonderful. Free for a whole day! tomorrow that is, just got in with a plain from Bergen and am home enjoying the long missed birthday cake( my birthday was two weeks ago and i haven't gotten cake untill now!) [mop!] Anyhow home now and my parents leaves tomorrow morning. Sad since I have infact missed them, so little time to refresh. but it opens up a window to celebrate the day that passed unnoticed. Though my darling won't attend:/


But lawful faithful friends will. Therefore Oslo is great!

Dara -ﻃﺎﺭ

Well the ship is about to set sail again. She shall soar on the wind with white sails so large and fair the sun will bath a pleasant shade beneath. The winds may take her far or near, so it always have been. She leaves to wander some foreign territory, whilst those left behind are spoken to ever so seldom. Now the mother sea sends her conquests out with a wave, leaving her stranded on the shore. Her footing fast and uneven, unfamiliar but now her steadfast friends sails the seas leaving her stranded ashore to see them fade into the distance. Still the feeling takes some getting used to, but as they sail away on the horizon the doves can be seen from far across, carrying the words she so desperately crave.

Min by

Jepp furu var hjemme igjen, det var sol og varme det var liv og masser av drekka. Slik tenkte jeg meg en helg hjemme igjen etter aldri så lenge. Jeg merker ikke savnet, menda jeg en fredagskveld var tilbake i oslo 2245, etter en 7-8 timers tog tur fra regntunge Bergen, merket jeg at jeg hadde ei lettet og god følelse - var liksom en byrde som lettet da jeg atter så oslos gater i flomlys og litt for fulle folk løpende etter trikken eller for å nå ei fest i litt for lite klær, jeg virkelig kunne sette pris på byen jeg lenge har mislikt. De siste årene har Norge vært et hjem men jeg har lengtet bort. Etter opphold i Stavanger, som jeg forøverig fant hjemmekoselig, og forflyttningen til Bergen, som er Nordmenn fremmed, har Oslo forblitt fjærnt og lite besøkt. Derfor er det litt rart å innrømme at jeg må ha savnet byen min, for det er det den er - min by - mitt hjem. Jeg er ganske sosial av meg og få steder finner jeg meg ikke tilrette, men dog hjemme er blitt mange steder finnes der bare et hjem, og det er Oslo. På tross av de mange falleferdige bygningene, forrurensningen, det litt stive byfolket og uteliggerne, så har Oslo sin sjarm. Oslo er ei liten storby, med muntre folk, med sure folk, med rare folk, med gale folk - mangfoldet fostrer toleranse som jeg synes er skjeldent å finne i de mange store-tettstedene vi har rundt om i Norge. Det er noe egent ved å tusle rundt på nattes tid i oslo og høre rocke musikk fra ett sted, techno og transe fra de mer populære stedene til å vandre i en litt shabby bakgate å høre god gammel jazz musikk. Alt er å finne i Oslo hvis du ser lenge nok etter. Til og med naturen er å finne. Og den er vakker. Kanksje ikke like vakker som vestlandets fjorder eller nordnorges kyst - men det gjør byen til en Oase svøpt og sjermet i sin krybbe innerst i fjorden voktet av fjell og skog på hver kant.

Banen landsatte denne sjøkvinne i hjemlige strøk rundt 1tiden på natta. Hun fikk se mørket bygge ro over sitt utkantliggende boligfelt. Østmarka heter det og som jeg gikk fra banen og senteret forbi bensinstasjonen, under motorveien, over bruen, videre ned stien med høygresset og trærne som laver over seg, så så jeg opp på en stjerneklar himmel som trer inn i bakhodet å sier: dette er hjem, dette er deg kjent, dette er roen.

Helgen begynte bra, men så ble ikke helga riktig som tenkt. Mitt reisefølge føler seg ikke bra stakkar, og siden han er for sta til å høre på kloke ord måtte furu sette rota i bakken å plassere han i seng! *gutter(litt oppgitt)* så noen tur i byen eller i skog og mark blei det ikke, men like greit er det. jeg kommer hjem når høsten trår til å da finnes ingen steds vakkrere.

Momento qui ego erat

Remember who I was
Remember what we did
Remember our laughs
Remember the fun
Remember what sorrow
Remember the trails
Remember the stinging tears
Remember our frustration
Remember our relief and realisation
Remember our goodbye
and remember we shall never part

The real art of conducting consists in transitions.

Curious, rather curious indeed.
What?
Whenever I think and philosophise on the big questions a fly soar near by.
And?
No, just curious how a creator of filth seem to appear out of nowhere at the opportune moment.
From nowhere.
Perhaps they do. Perhaps they bare knowledge we do not. Then again, maybe I am delusional due to an excessive consumption of coffee and sleep depression.
Probably. Get some sleep? Or, inquiring minds want to know, you ought to indulge in other exercises.
<she smiles>

ﺪﻴﻔﻣ

ﺪﻴﻔﻣ - mophied
meaning interesting. Which is exactly how this week as been perceived.
Monday:Meeting a friend having a good time watching a film.
Goodbye filmnight later on with my two best friends and of course some beverages
Tuesday:Departing for a cabin of a friend of mine, rather fun.
Wednesday:Awakening quite well and surprised by the good weather.
Repeating the occurrences last night with bathing, drinking and fun.
Thursday:awakening and being rather sleepy so turns over and sleeps some more.
Clean cabin, before departure
Watch the dumbest/funniest/daftest film ever, Batman with Adam West starring....
Friday: Waking in my own bed, rested and about to clean house.
Planing training with an old friend that I haven't seen in awhile...

Weekend: as for the weekend I suspect alot of training and some bar time with friends. However, training and saying goodbye is on the top of the list as little me leaves on monday for drafting....

All in all; this week has been fun^^

ﻱﻮﻗ - strong

Strong as few, my immune system has proven to be, despite the deminished effect of it. I often wonder what and how I have managed to get here, with so many obstacles having crossed my path, and yet so little resistance my feet felt from their existence. It all feels like instead of walking the free air on land, i have waded in a shallow stream, catching on my ankles trying to stop my progression but only slowing the speed.

Now the word ﻱﻮﻗ pronounced kawhaye, meaning strong in the Arabic language. Although the pronunciation may vary from each dialect of the language. (plus the word here change as it is the word of the day:P) However the Arabic language is not to be taken as literate as ours. They use physical words to implicate the philosophy of the people. Strength of a man's physic is of no value, however, the strength of one's psyche is the most important part to measure the worth of someone.

many words of wisdom has past my lips, but not my brain

we've said and done a lot over these past couple of years. Now it's at an end. Over; finished haha, should be happy right? well on some level I am, i have finished IB and I have passed.

and now two months out i have travelled a lot^^ it is great yet somehow we never learn^^

Am I that old?

measures:

• open cola bottle
  
• feet on table
• sitting outside in the night
• thinking

Today, or actually yesterday, my cousin crossed love's threshold as she and her boyfriend got married (they threw the party and dinner today). Her older sister is getting married in a matter of months. My sister has been married for years and has a little daughter about the same age as my cousin's previously mentioned. My cousins' brother has been married. That was my father's side.

On mom's side, we are 7 cousins; 6 boys and me. The oldest, my brother is not married, not even in a relationship. Though it has more to do with his will than anything else. The next in line, has lived with his previous girlfriend, but has now moved back home. His brother, one year older that me is about to move in with his girlfriend as both are living in Tromsø and it is both practical and a step they are ready for, seeing how they have been together for almost a year and she stayed eve after meeting the entire family, with my brother and I not taking part. A third cousin is either engaged or married to his girlfriend. From which he received a little girl this spring, making him the only parent on this side of the family tree, unless of course there is something I don't know about. His younger half-siblings is 15 and 11 respectfully and are far to young, but very atlethic, and I expect, will grow in to the part and settle soon enough.

There are several baptisms fourth coming and weddings looming on the horizon, making me feel like hey these are my cousins whom I have grown up with. Some too old compared to my self, with ten years separating us at most. My sister the exception with 15 years head start on me. I know that this is silly thoughts feeling I should get a move on, but when you see those you have grown up with getting a foot hold and settling you start to think maybe I should also.

Fresh out of school I feel no urge to settle yet my aunt was 16 the first time, and 19 the second. Grams 18 and my parents well 20-something. I'm not 20-something yet, but time has accelerated, I feel, as every day goes so bloody fast. Much to do yet you never get around too it:S

I am suppose to be one of the youngest. And I have settled to be so, therefore probably one of the last to settle. If i am mistaken for someone older I don't view it as a bad thing, to look older than the age I bare is just good as it may allow me access to certain areas of life not yet properly adequate for my age. Nonetheless, at the wedding to day this kid of twelve was so surprised that I was fresh out of school he said: gosh! You kidding right? I thought you were several years out of school!....

Not insulting in and of itself, but a part of me was rather annoyed thinking am I that wrinkly? Which I know I'm not. Being taken for 20, maybe 21 is the mos I have ever been, but this kid thought me 25 or something kinda throwing me off. Do I look so old? I could feel a though of settling pressing on me there and then, feeling like I was late. But that is nonsense I mean I'm 19 in a matter of months I should be enjoying life, exploring it, not settling in phases of routine.

Heat!!

It is summer and sunny but way to hot to be Norwegian! Today in the sun it surpassed 35degrees Celsius! Ofcourse in anyother country this would be normal or chilly, but up north where we THRIVE IN WINTER, this is too hot... I should probably not complain as when it's warm here there is no need to leave to find wormth. However I am melting and I can barly paint....

Look at this painting, the paint is almost try after a few minutes and I cannot work within minutes, I am not that good. But I do like this painting, if only there had been for one thing:

1) I was on the open sea, not inland
2) I was in a boat, not at home
3) I got a tan, not turn out to be a sunburnt tomato resebleing a human

Reprieved

: When your education is done and if you are asked to go to war, would you?:
- I suppose I would. I wouldn't exclude the possibility.
: I see your grades from Junior High is a bit below the requirements:
- They are, but I used a fair deal of my time on extracurricular activities

" Sad to say, but as it is 3000m must be passed. Regrettable seeing how the rest of the tests were excellent."
- What does that mean?
" You are exactly the kind of person we are looking for. So my advice is that you train and try to make the time in a months time. If there is an open seat I will ensure your acceptance."
- And if there is no seat?
" Then I deplore you to apply next year"

comfort:
Captain: It's what's in your heads we're after, not the brute force. You are the cream... those who fail are those who give up, not those who wait to strike.

dawn

Once upon a time down in history I sought
I sought to sou, to sigh, to look with blinded eyes
An other time I saw it come as a granted gift
The mornings come and go with a birds neat song
In the dim blue lights of dawn we stir and woe
See me now, see me then, spirit from another realm
Once upon a time history unfolds with us a foot
I see now to not seek, as times will come and change
An other place perhaps in time, I will need a cliff, grant light to me

Charmed and back again

I have spend the whole of three days in the big apple. Sadly i only got one whole day, but what a day! I saw hair on Broadway nonetheless^^ And got to jog though central park, on the way there we also visited the place where the the world trade used to be.

I gotta admit the big apple sure is big, my feet was hating me on the way to the airport on Sunday... Anyhow I got to view the Frida Kahlo exhibit, which just happen to open that day^^ I was soooooho exhited I could just scream. But I didn't... I went round with big eyes, dialated puples : hgh on art so to say.... I love her bizzare, abstract, mythological, crazed and deep depiction of life as she saw it. I recomend it highly for people to go see it.

I recall

Do you remember the times we used to spend alone
Do you remember the times we used to shine
It used to be so easy living and now I really see
The game isn't as easy as I though in my dreams
The game is no longer there for us to play
It used to be beyond time but now that time has past

A little something I fished up when I cleaned my room. I love to read and write poetry and I have always done so somehow. This if I remember correct had a melody embroidered in it's seams, however I never was a musician so I never wrote the notes for it. But it is neat poem, perhaps a bit negative or posetive if you view it properly. However I like it and it is there for me to read and now for you to form you own opinion. Enjoy

Here we go again...

Your boyfriends might be mad now that we go at it again. My suitors care little of you now that we are back again. As it is, I never stop believing we would be. I had my heart set on someone else, now that is true. But he nor I was suited to be as you and I. Deny it if you will, but face the facts before you go. I suppose we have both been lonely, but avoiding the cause. I never should have left you, but then now that is me. Basking in the sun I don't, but I rather like a change. We've both been rather lonely trying to find our way. But you've been rather smart reading me like a book. Deploring me to hold you fast, struggling for the keep. Now we may see if this final change will last.

favoured lyrics (C) me

It is late but I feel fresh

The street lights are shining, the temperature has dropped from thirty to thirteen, yet I am ready to do a workout. Was planning to bike after seven to night, but my brother and dad decided to play cards. Playing cards with the family is always fun, especially since every time my I surpass my brother in behaviour. For someone over hearing the card play and talk, they would think him the youngster despite his seven years heads start.

Today have been wonderful. Really warm. But early June has become rather warm in Norway the later years. When I was a kid it used to be late summer early autumn in August - September that was warmest, but not any more; the Climate has changed indeed. Being of the north I have Norse blood running through my veins. So it is only natural that I avoid the sun as best as I can. However I have to train and best way nowadays is to bike. But during the day it is so warm I can't dream of it, so I am about to take the bike for a spin now. To enjoy that the summer finally has come. The evening are just te right temperature, and just how I prefere them.

now here we go again

"Jeg sitter ned på berget og ser ut over havet. En sommer da i ferien min..."

I'm sitting in a chair looking out at the trees that surrounds my house. But it is a summer day, warm as an be. And it is holiday. I love those Postgirobygget songs which plays over the radio very summer in Norway. They have managed to capture the mood in such way that one can never grow tired of it. My brother came home round noon after celebrating a buddy yesterday. He woke me and made buffelowings^^ nam foooz i goot. life is good^^ now if i could just have a workout wit out a toe that says "you think you can run? Thik again chumb!" that would be great. has it is I cannot. But i thik i'm gonna go out in the sun, perhaps get pink ad draw a little something^^

Hm

Hm^^ there is a beautiful morning her in the old country. I am enjoying the sight with a cup tea with some honey added to help my voice. I am eating breakfast, though I can't really call it that as I haven't slept much. And I just got home:B

Looking out the window I feel like nothing can be worth worrying about; that life is truly idyllic. However, there is this worryvort that I tend to be, and I am scared and concerned for a friend, who may have difficult times ahead. I hope he can be helped and that the worrying is for nought, but some procausions will be faced for this poor friend. I just hope it will not be severe. Spear a thought for him please.

Now I suggest you wake up, make breakfast, and warm yourselves some water and make yourselves some tea. take this and enjoy the morning sun^^ i know I will.

What?!

I have this rhyme in my head that I cannot place. It began with a soft melody I heard in my minds ear. Then the word:

"I never thought I was a delicate soul"

It seemed more like a confession then an actual lyric, but it fits so neatly to the cords playing in my head. It seems like something worth remembering. It gives me the feeling of connection, an embodiment of rescue, of life, of belonging. The kind of belonging that is with out physical form. Something that manifest itself in the realm of the mythological window. Pluss followed by the words below, flowing on bird calls:

"I can sketch and draw from the faces that I see. Blessed with some divine power, given to me. Capturing the creatures and their beauty..."

There it stops. But it gotta be from some song or something I have heard. Or perhaps it is my heart making up rhymes again. This is strange, but no stranger then the lives we lead. Life is a mystery we unravel as the day turns.

I often wondered it there was more to life that what fits neatly in with the rules of physic. what Lies beyond the light? As beyond the speed of light, the Newtonian realm does not apply. Is this where magic is sought, where the greatest of powers are evoked?

I can tell lies, but I can also tell truths

Not everyone can read, but all those who can hear, see, articulate or something, can appreciate a good story. We all love tales, but some tales require more than to listen. Some tales require a set mode, like a ghost story needs the campfire and the fall of night to give it its might. A love story requires a serenade or soft vocal cords. Some stories require the gesture of arms, others the illustrative magic of a picture. Some stories are better read than told, and vice versa.

Not everyone can write either, but those who are literates can. And all of those can write. If they write well, is another question, but bottom line is - they can write if they want to. So, how is it that some stories evolve beyond the aspects of the authors’ fantasy, into millions of people’s minds? How does a story become wildly popular a story known by the world around us? According to John Ruskin "Every book are divisible into two classes, the books of the hour, and the books or all time." So how do we know were our own words fit if we attempt the literate stages of art? The really good stories seem to be made by middle-aged men, who are semi bold and a professor in literature or history or something like that; an academic, in other words. Does that mean that Those of us who are fresh out of obligatory schooling stand no chance?

And if we do, does that mean that every book of all time was written by people who were born with the gift of empathy? Or rather the gift of capturing their surroundings? Should this loophole prohibit those of us who want to write a story that we feel could enlighten some, even if our writing skills sucks? I do not believe we can help our nature of opening our mouths, or mind to others. We do as we do and pray tell even though we wish not. all depends on the courage of which we put it forth.

Brewing front

Bobbling. It has brewed for 6 years. The brother spawn caused more clouds then the female seed. Yet the feline proved the strongest. The water heavily weighted her down for years on end. She hasn't released it once. Keep it, the sun can clear it all. The sweet breeze gave sweet release at she was lifted by it. Now the mother load has come with the water again. The feline can no longer absorb. Her clouds dark as the pit of the lie-a-bouts of pandora's box. Thunder comes too. Her release is far from silent. Yet mother earth cannot comprehend the troubles. Too obsessed with the brother spawn, she sees the heavy rain as nothing other then the normal way of things. Mother earth sees the world in perfect harmony. The brother spawn causing trouble as be whenthe moon move the water. The rain water plants; mother earth can prosper as she tamed the states of her, with her kinness.

momento qui ego sum!

I have thoughts that come to mind. Some pleasant, some not so pleasing. Everyone can say this happen to them every now and then, it is over hormonal thinking as a young person. Well what to say now

Cogito cum voluptii, sed luii ....

So this thought I have is how we meet a select few which we can say we connect with both understandably and advise-wise....

I see All he sides of me. I have the side I really am my self. There is the hyshed down me. The me two, and only two have seen. One side belong to dreams. One dream belong to arts, some would arguee this is my one and only true self...

Incognito sans frontier

Anyway, had a friend over tonight, it has been lovely. Starting with the Simpsons and hilarious girl talk. Then we moved on to sex and the city, and the every-so-slight-emo-girly-selfpitty-talks. And then wine, gin&tonic, then beer and finally the joking mood and hilarious conversations and bailey's and coffee as followed^^

Only down side to this evening is the missing frère. But as they say; wait long enough, and they'll come back to you^^ [*putting on the smile*]

Cognizance

When the final puzzle have been laid, then where do we go from there? I can look back several paths, all taking me back to a past persona. A persona that was me. Nonetheless, I question what path to follow, who am I now? who do I wish to be? What life to I want to lead?

NO, I have to take cognizance of what is happening. To take control as I am known to do, when others do not. Secondary school is over. It has finally hit me; I am done, an adult who must find her place in society. Three years have passed since I had a struggling choice to concern myself with, now it seems I'm there again. But looking back there is so much I would hate to part with. Anyhow, time is never given. Tempus fugit - time flies. No way around it, even this is proving time consuming. However we choose to look at things, however bleak or bright, we all share the idea that we can find a future by looking into it. But the time to act has come, and I simply wonder why when what and where.... No easy assignment to open, nor it easy to ignore. However. However. We have time for a few more mistakes. I hope so, cause from knowing myself I know the laziness within is going to have me stumbling over a side path or two, before making it home to the sound passage.

Remember when we sat along the castle park. Spread out like dandelion in a lawn, early summer. When the only worries we had was whether there was enough cake for every one?



Or those times at Sognsvann?

I miss you guys! Some have moved, others are leaving, some simply disappeared, and all the memories are moved away to make place for new. I wonder what will come of us. Well we remain in each others lives or do we form new and potentially better, or drastically different lives?





I hope there is time to spare, as in a minute there will be time. I wonder how the summer unfolds this year. I will remember we we were and that we met. More then so I do not dare to say. I hope we will remember together. But now the future is a foot and we must pear into it to see....

The summer air was soft and warm, the feeling right
The moonlit night did the best to please us
And strolling down the paths
We had a drink of new brewed ale

You talked of politics, philosophy
And I smiled like Frodo and Sam
We had our chance
It was the best times that we had

I can still recall our last summer
I still see it all
Walks along the trees, laughing in the rain
Our last summer, memories that remain

We made our way across the snow
And sat down on the fur by the open fire
I was so happy we had met
It was time we though best of no regret

Those crazy years was the time we spent in cloaks
But underneath was a pair of cuff
Pooled for fence, a pair of latex swords
We took a chance like we were living in past years

I can still recall, our last summer
I still see it all
...

17th of May, the day that unit's the Nation

I love this day, it is Norway's national day. And after 13 years of school, I have been looking for this 17th of May for several years. This was indeed a special day. As it is, graduates of secondary school in Norway have a tradition that is unique for Norway, and Norway alone. We have a uniform so to say, that I mean the graduates wear a form of work pants designed for handymen, and there's the hat^^ A lovely tradition, absurd and strange as it is called the period of the Russ. Russ it is so named due to the Latin meaning. It dictates to a young bull who releaves him(or her)self of his horns; the shedding of horns - passage to adulthood, the last rebellion before the bumpy road called life.

Us In the park enjoying post - graduation and the sweet mild may. And the hat, so nautorious is viewed below. It has attatcments that shows what sideloops we've taken during the period of the Russ.

Merry 17th of MAy people!!! enjoy!!

La gå. Men Husk, ved neste korsvei møtes vi.

Well this is it. Tomorrow at this time I will be done with everything called IB and secondary school. Done with thirteen years of school. Can't believe it has gone so fast, and especially the last year, it has just flown by. The last semester has been the worst, most tiresome, and stressful time of this education period, however the time has gone by so quickly that I have stumbled through as in halfsleep. Surreal it has been.

Through these years I have stopped in misery asking if it ever would get better...

It has been pain staking but well worth it^^

First there was arts. My subject, which I love, and with a teacher that deserve all the credit and more she has gotten. She's awesome!!!!!! No question about it, but she's sick of IB just as the rest of us, and the last couple of months before the exam 1April, she really showed it. Nonetheless our art exhibit turned out outstandingly!^^ Tomorrow I am celebrating with a bottle of champagne after my final exam paper; paper three in physics, astro, relativity and partical physics. The champaign will be shared with her^^ Hihi From 4th of May I have had exams almost each day, six last week and six this week. Or five thus far and tomorrow the sixth, which also is the twelfth.

So when I am done let's parteeeeey^^(gonna miss people though:/)
Well this is a song I love and it is played in the beginning of shrek 1, I wanted to show you those scenes but i couldn't find it, so here is the song, that really is my mood at the time^^


Only wonder what's up around the next crossroad

braille

Braille : the blind writings. Now in a transitive way it imply a code language, a hidden message that can be unlocked only by those who know the code. We all carry a message in braille, our secrets are there, and few to none know what.



She was lying on the floor and counting stretch marks
she hadn't been a virgin and he hadn't been a god
so she names the baby Elvis
to make up for the royalty he lacked

And from then on it was turpentine and patches
from then on it was cold Campbell's from the can
They were just two jerks playing with matches
Cause that's all they knew how to play

And it was raining cats and dogs out side of her window
And she knew they were destined to become
sacred road kill on the way
And she was listening to the sound of heavens shaking
thinking about puddles, puddles and mistakes

Now it's turpentine and patches
Now it's cold, cold Campbell's from the can
They were just two jerks playing with matches
Cause that's all they knew how to play

Elvis never could carry a tune
she thought about this irony as she stared back at the moon
she was tracing the years with her fingers on her skin
saying why don't I begin again
with turpentine and patches
with cold Campbell's from the can
after all I'm still a jerk playing with matches
it's just that he's not around to play along
I'm still an ass hole playing with matches
Blowing out my wishes blowing out my dreams
Just sitting here and trying to decipher
what's written in Braille upon my skin...

Time for change

I wonder what is going on in the world today.
I know I am but a child, sheltered in a pleasant corner
Spoiled through the nose, carried on, guided through life
I often find the sunny skys above and the farytale
to be the casket keeping the decomposing truths out of sight

I am a sheltered child searching for a truth.
I am not as naive as my golden curls and blue eyes depict.
Nor am I ignorant.
I seek truths where I am served lies, may I annoy in this quest
But If a will to know, so the ability ti act can flourish, is condemned

...

We know we are fed lies, but we chose to remain ignorant. Then the decomposing flesh of the world is us. We are the problem.

As it were

Not many are known to cope with it. Not many are know to have withstood it. Not may are known to have felt no hurt from it. Nor have you or me escaped it's blinding trench of lust and captivity. Yet we strive from it with all our might, to keep up pretence; to do what's right. Or right according to a hypocrisy called society...

come spring

Come spring most people who are clinging on to hope, say when depression and not least desperation hits. And who knows, maybe they are right? It seems once the snow retreat, love flout though the air, like the flue in a kinder garden. People near and far, find another whom they'd like to see more of in the pleasant sun rays. A phenomenon that may change so many, but for the better or worse? There are those who loose themselves in the other, then they're those who turn cold and hard when the end came.

Come spring, they say. Well, here it is. All I hear is bird song and the bris through green leaved trees. No heart pumping here. No Eros moving amongst my likes. But wait, what is that? I hear a rush, adrenelaine, blood pumping. Nothing more, nothing less. But no change.

There is te graduation period that is forthcoming, and as of last week have started.... Twenty days of partying and being raised abov the law. The Norwegian way, folks. The Norwegian way.

puzzle

There is a wisdom of the head, and a wisdom of the heart. But when do you know which to listen too? When one comes knocking on your door, an opportunity long awaited, but hindered by the past inconveniences; what are one to do? listen to one's heart or the warning given by one's reasoning...

Theway to be

Looking in the mirror, she sees her one eye filled with a tear leaving her eye socket. It rolls down her chick, as a drop of water touching a water-resistant surface. A perfectly round pearl, falling - seemingly weightlessly flouting - it hits the floor, in an awfully loud bang too her. Breaking the spell of the pearl. Her gaze returned to the mirror. Seeing now a content smile in her kiss. A radiant gaze looking at her unfit, and spoiled body, but knowing that and knowing her radiation; she sees her self behind a façade, wrapped in charm. Slyly she powdering her nose, and runs out.

Scrutiny

Our relationship is like a game of chess. One false move, and you take advantage overpowering me. As a poppet in a poppet show I comply. Driven by the game, you tip the score in my favour. Emotions trick you, push you of the path into my domain. But fret not, I see now as you see. We are caught in the heat of the moment thus one false will be fortunate as it is equalized by a second. Two wrongs makes one right. The feeble attempt for passion enables us to hide all this obvious struggle from those oblivious. I see now, as you see the game proceed

So let us go then, you and I,
When it lieeth spread across the sky
To lead you to an overwhelming question...
Oh, do not ask, "What is it?"
In a minute there will be time
Let us go and make our visit
No one sees, no one knows

Paint me

Paint me a portrait, and let me see how well you know the inest dream of me. An image says supposedly more than a thousand words, how come then when I see a portrait I only see an empty gaze? Perhaps there is a screen to hide behind, which very few to none, have been able to come past. Or perhaps there is no screen and the empty gaze is in truth the longing for uncharted territory. However, there is a hidden place that can be found but rarely is. It surprises me as I tend to stumble upon it accidentally, the place is hidden and forgotten even to the persona, of which it belongs. A camber like the room of requirements, it only appears when required thought is given wing. Both comforting and a liability. Duality lies within us all, but hypocrisy may be us houses past if we are the sweet such as a select few are.

phooo^^

I am in awe, I am amazed, the temporary hell is gone, past, obliterated^^ and it went well for most of us I think, I feel^^ Yey relaxation. The sensation is good. but cas is coming up next and fast approaching on Friday the date i duefor delivery.

The final exam

Finally done with the preparations for the exhibit, which forms the base of the Ib art exam. I just arrived home round about nowish, though a few leftovers from my families dinner has been consumed I arrived home now. Trying to relax. And urging people strongly to be at school round six tomorrow in the afternoon and take a peak at our stuff^^ And remember the sweat that went in to it, and be ammazed. :P *Høhø*

But now where are thiose books, I need to prepare for the exam....oral exam in presentation form of techniques, art history, themes, knowledge and understanding.... bul yes but still we, i wanna do my best...

Art is science made clear

The 31th ofMarch, an ordinary Tuesday you would believe, but narrowing the frame of reference to Berg VGS or upper secondary school, in the northwest in heNorwegian capital, and further simplify it till you see a group of students in the basment. The group consists of both sex and they are about a dozine people all in all. They move frequently about as a gas exposed to pressure. The heat is on for thse students. Why you ask? Well I donno, my hyphotises is tha they are third graders, and sudents of the deploma programe called IB....

Or as mare mortals can say, THEYRE SHIT FACED ART STUDENTS!!!!

*Kremt*

Yes, well this is where physics is confusing you and you go into a fency being frustrated saying"this makes no sense." Maybe you tink art is pleasing? or easy? Well you should try to be an art student in 3IB. Exam is on wednesday.....

SO stop saying art is an none academic course!!! Yes we are managing, barely but managing, stil no reason for you to point it out! And art has the longest internal assestment for all the deplomaprograms so shut it!!!!!

Oh Brother...!

March is comming to it's end for 2009 and the April's fool is approaching quickly. Unfortunatly there is no folly to come of that day for us art students at IB Berg - Our exsam is that day, and everything we are to hand in is due in two days, Friday 1330:s I am stressing though apparently i have no use to do so, but i have no pictures yet and I need to have them before tomorrow evening....

STRESSING DOWN STRESSING DOWN STRESSINGDOWN!!!!!

I'm trying but is just increases the stress. Oh well I'll have to do my arts now see you ppl who have alife D:

Loyalty

Is t wrong to say when we both are in the same town, we are are one but else time we are only friends and two people. I mean I live in Oslo, she in Bergen and Oslo, depending on the part of the month it is. So I find my self in an relationship a week a month, but single the remaining three. :/ I really care for her, but I do not know how much longer I can take this confusion. She live in Bergen, thus not in Norway:P Rather some place far, far, FAR away from civilisation. We hardly talk when she is there, but in Oslo we make it become so well that it should be a permanent thing.

However, both of us like to have the casual fun time and we both agree that as long as we are loyal to one another our flirtatious nature has to be aloud to play around to satisfy it's thirst. We don't mind, I really am serious O.o It is so fucked up but it really is that way. We are the best of friends and best of lovers even with affairs on the side, we make it well :/

Free spirits till the day we die.

Accidentally in love.

"Accidentally in love" a song by Counting Crows. You may have heard it, as the song is a soundtrack from Shrek. I like it^^ but must wonder what does it mean? Falling for the least expected person? Or simply for someone that is off limits?

Wouldn't that be fun? suddenly finding you have fallen for someone you didn't expect, or when you hardly believed to find it. But how does that work? Sure, most can say love or infatuation has found you by surprise. You go to a party and well there, you are introduced to someone whom you end up having a romance with or someone who kiss you. that kiss may be just a kiss with only the promise of passion rather than romance, nonetheless it is a start. Even for just a moment it is a blessing you could say, a reminder of how it begins and a temporary wail to shade the bitter thoughts and the memory of the ending catastrophe.

With those reminders it should be hard to continue the single life, however the bitter hurt from a broken ego tend to stick even longer then we wish consciously. Being single can be fun, of course. No obligations, no guilt for flirting with people you get to know, or condemnation for cuddling with someone when you get tired. No guilt, but there is that longing that one, two, three and more accidental acquaintances does not fulfil. When you have been single for a while you tend to turn to the friend with most experience on the clue of dating. Just bare in mind, the expertise may not be for romance, but for affairs.

(from Will&Grace)
- I go on literary thousand of dates a year. I'm an expert of course I'm right.
: That doesn't make you an expert, it makes you an escort!

An escort, or a free spirit. But nonetheless no love finder, or hitcher. Friends are well and good, you wouldn't make it half as well without them, yet when desperate you may be willing to jeopardise a friendship for the benefit of a relationship... Falling for one whom was there all along; a friend with no basic romantic intentions. Perhaps that is accidentally in love, to turn to those close to you, whom you love from before but not romantically.

Accidentally in love, it has a certain charm

- Thaun

It is here

If life cease and death takes hold, my final words to you are kept safe until you're ready to hear them.

This is my slogan, and I guess from today's events they are ready to be heard. I was drafted today. It wasn't all exiting, quite borring actually. However I was supprised to find their approval of me as health and i scored enough on the theory and hearing, so here I am fit for service>.<

Eye of newt

What are memories but a window to the past? Through them we see, grasp and form the events of our past. Some memories aren't even ours, yet we may relive them from a story told, or the written words of grandfathers'. We see into a forgotten past with eyes of new, or newt as olden would have said of our world. yet what we see may alter as our personal agenda may play tricks with our minds. A detail may become clearer and fog our memory of the other events, or falsely state what was. Memories, they build what we are, cause from memories we draw our learning. A session from decades before can be relived to remind us of our skills. Yet I fear, I rarely force the reunion, as I don't wish to cloud them with doubt or mischief. Memories fade away with time as the sand is swept away by the sea. As I recall much change over time, our skin wrinkles and stiffens, the once mighty stream shrink to a small and calm river, all is doomed to fade even the sun and light, but let it fade in it's full glory as dignified as honour itself.

- tired of the pressing question; why not take a look to remind us of the past?
Why can't we simply prepare for the future and treasure what we have?

Stabbed

We try to avoid the stab. No one can see it as you do. Heartbroken, is the term. This feeling we seek to never find, yet not one who have sought love can say they have escaped. It is a manifesto of the inevitable, unattainable hope to feel but not know. We want to have the memories, experience the good sides of life without the sorrow it brings. To feel but not know, just mean that we hate consequences. Always present, pressing on our every move. Look at life as a chess game, and the act we call interaction becomes clear. Friends, family, love all is just one more act with pleasant or unpleasant consequences. i often ask where is the limit of friendly interaction, and exceeding on beyond the line. What is excepted and what is not? where do we cross the line when interacting with friends; can we say everything is excepted as long as friendship is implied and nothing more? Add a complication, you have a dear one, you are in a relationship. Does that limit your allowed actions and activities with friends? We can only realise this with constant comunications. But what if your brain overrule your emotions or vice versa? Me, I am bepuzzled. Sometimes isolations seem blissful. Yet I would not live in isolation. I am a free spirit, as it is called, no walls can keep me content. Friends are a large part of me, my ideals and creative expression also rule a part. Even the free spirit cannot escape the heartbreak. Nonetheless no heartbreak comes from friends, or does it? I mean can you be heartbroken from an inflatiation towards a friend? And if that friend act in compliance with you, something happens once. You are both aware it will never happen again, yet was that the line you crossed? Never a kiss, but the tuch perhaps? How do you know, and when you well sad due to the onetime only lable, that keeps annoying you. The sorrows are needed, and thay can be as sweat as the joys but hardest to bear is the regret. Regret that says, is that didn't hapen you would never have known how to miss it so dearly as you do.

-

I used to think, a thing or two
would never mean more to me than you
Now the snow is falling, in this late afternoon...
I believe i have found my way acoss the sea
The white is thrilling and cold
So scary and new, yet old familiar faces in my mind
Love be there i know - somewhere
The ocean is large, huge as star
in the wonders it may bring
-

Till we meet again

Below is a semi translated-rewritten norwegian song called "till we meet again"

You gave all you had before you disappeared
We recycle the sorrow you left behind.
Beauty bare no burden
Yet you bore a heavy weight

A hope is there till you give up
Then all is lost
It is love
That never fail
When created, remain for all time
Till we meet again, my friend
till then

A secret was your burden
Hidden from sight
Now it is too late
To bide the troubles
Time bare no burden
But you bore the weight

A hope is there till you give up
Then all is lost
It is love
That never fail
When created, remain for all time
Till we meet again, my friend
till then

Difficult times are there to enlighten the effortless joy
They give us hope of a beter tomorrow

A hope is there till you give up
Then all is lost
It is love
That never fail
When created, remain for all time
Till we meet again, my friend
till then

Standing silent at the crossroads, with no desire to run...

Today I broke a tradition with two days. You could say it wasn't broken just escalated. Nonetheless for me it was the final straw, gone be the last linkage to a period I will always remember with joy, love and remorse. Three years ago, the thirteenth, I was a first grader and some of my fellow class mates and I went to see the school revue. However that is what has been reoccurring every year since on that exact day and time, not this year though but the time is right.

Three years ago before the revue an other group of friends and I had been out in the forest and I. In the forest emotions stirred as they often do at the age of fifteen- sixteen, it were to become the start of an era in my life. One I'll always remember and is eternally grateful to have experienced, but one I am happy to say is over. For as good as it was, it also had an end where emotions stirred that I may not be proud to say over through me now and again, but they stirred. I use a long time to get past such but I have and now there resides only good memories in my mind; the pain has flown and I see the knowledge to draw from experience.

The "revue" always reminded me not to give up due to remorse. It will continue to do so but won't be the same as it won't happen to rewind time to that dormant memories of youth; the first look followed with the first rush that leads to strong devotion; hence to the first kiss...

The first kiss of significance.

What to do...

You are the angel of Nature mostly known and also company. You thrive on the atmosphere being filled with company and love, but foremost you seek nature's calm silence. You love flowers, plants and gardening, as it creates the calm nursery the living's life lacks. You are at your highest when you have all these things, you then love to think of lovely memories with people. You are trustworthy and people can confide in you without the fear of betrayal and stupidity. You have one of the most beautiful mentally...

Thu shall not believe what ye hope to find. Thee fates has not given ye ransom to act more valued then truth be told. Find yer friends and stay there, befriend more and help the most.