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.