et bieto

Every story begins in the same careful tunes that escalate at an uneven rate
Perhaps we laughed at the beginning
Maybe we shed and shared quiet tears at the end
But every word we wrote and read remains true and constant
And what you said I still recall

Believe it or not, I made them see
This is what happiness means to me

To day's a manice

I just read the most popostous fact I ever have on how screwed up our time is; in italy a woman suued the italian state due to her problem with their law of obligatory crusifixes in schools. She didn't want her child to be exposed to such a travesty of religion in the house of learning. This I can understand, she doesn't want her child to be eposed to something that he or she might not be ready for or capable of understanding. However this mother took the case to the european human rights headquarter in Haag and her complaint was sustained. There has been an apeal, but if she manage to pull the case through a gain the consequenceswill be that 20 countries will have to remove the cross like symbol in their nations' flags, so not to impose religion upon someone!

Norway is a critical country and in many ways sacreligious, even us headans do not want to rid our nations footprint og the blue and white cross that symbolised hope and nationalismfor the 4,7 millions of norwegians. We may not be religious but we rather like the religious symbol because for us it doesn't preach religion; it is a sign of our heratage and a reminder of our independance. And independance, freedoom both in thought and in vocabulary and actions binds our nation together. This woman would jeapordise a counties nationalism. Though she have a just case, to obolish all religious symbols would be to obolish history.

I for one like the tradition of the flagg and of it's day, 17th of May. With out the old flagg that has allready been subject to change so many times due to captivity and 0occupations has been settled on the norwegian sign of resitant, bravery, honour and freedoom above all. To change would our flag would be to spitt on our nation.

Today it is easy to complain and sue everyone for everything and it seems we have created a justice system that'll rather uprehend the "right to not be offended" rather than right of a nation.

An other year has come and gone, and we shall sail free forever more

Well i guess the phrase most people in this country has gone tired of today, is what I want to wish you; congratulations. This day belong to every Norwegian, and the children and of course all those who, on occation, creep back into their childhood shoes; this is the official ice cream eating day. And of course the testament of Norwegian pride and glory. We broke free, if a little country such as us can, then certainly there is hope for all.

This is the only day a year I am a patriot. I love this day so from all of my best reicepies: have a tremendous day! and spread the glory of the folklore, we are the people.

nervous

She stood up, cougth their attention. Suddenly very self aware, she spoke. The words felt trembling, though the audience listened captivated by the love and warmth in her speech. She spoke the words flowing from her heart, no word rehearsed or carefully selected, they all blurred out in a mess, she thought. The words ran of her tongue and she began to second guess her decision. A hind thought appeared bringing her of balance. She had never trembled like this whilst holding a speech. Perhaps it's the reviling nature of it. She wanted to dissolve into the surroundings. Why she thought, this is so rarely and frightfully unfamiliar, and uncharacteristic. A dread struck, perhaps you are your mother's daughter after all.

words

I need to write something outstanding. Something that can convince the commetee to chose me rather then the others. How do I do this? I act my self and do my best, or so they tell me I ougth too do, as I've always done.

That was yesterdays dilemma. Today I strife with the ash cloud from Iceland, which has left most airports in Norway grounded. I need to be in Oslo by 10 am, which means I'm buttfucked! Yes, a little frustrated here. Besides Bergen airport is rather small, and I can't imagine missing that interview. That's right, the reason for leaving Bergen, 'cept from the obvious wishes, I have an interview for a possition I'd rather much like to occupy. I think this is fate, somehow interveening, trying to test my will or some other aspect of my persona. Or maybe it's just saying: where you think you're going? You're stuck in bergen me lady, so suck it up...

Why today of all days?

Why, well I guess that's why. Anyow it is desturbing to know that a volcano has erupted at Iceland. I wonder what the extent of damage to the infrastructure is there. Hope they can rebuild, or better yet it hasn't tuched the people in any way. Hey I can hope. Very well, I'm left to wonder and wait. The two things I do best, apparently...

Legend has it...

These are the words of a ledgend:

I live to find
I seek to be reprieved
Emotions rule my ground
No rest is bestowed
Until they are withered

Life is said to be a mistery, nonetheless, we know the answer of our existance to be love. This is what our quest, all that amount from, the quest to find the one that can love us in return. To appreciate and treasure our own flaws, and accept our misdeeds.
The answer is given, but why and what the question of our lives worth, remains outside the grasp of any man.

When the average worrier cannot be lit a light to the road of life. It does not help, that even a great sorcerer, legend has it, had to tremble at this quest of which I here try too shed some light. EVEN Merlin the great companion of King Arthur, gave his life for a woman's worth, when the stars light bright in the evening sky.

Life is but life, the road belong to the fates. The quest to our wield of the sword. And the answer is our reword if we can walk the road our fate has subscribed, on our behalf.

Tempus fugit

Time is a curious thing. One can never quite comprehend what it is that makes it tick. However one thing is clear; when we enjoy ourselves, in the sense of mastering a skill, time moves shiftily; when we want time to move forwards, it appear it turns ever so slowly, bordering on turning the other way. No matter, time is what time is; a concept created by man.

Time is not a concept, it is an idea. An idea created my man for their comprehension. What else could we have called it when naming the time of day? The rotation of the Earth around the sun? When a person ask what's the time, or rotation i suppose in this case? "Oh the rotation is at 30 degrees" when the time is nine in the morning or evening. Then I suppose how would we distinguish between sunrise and sunset? Would we then use concave or convex?

These questions facinates me, mainly due to the surrealistic fascination with how our customs came about. It's a life long quest for some, that is to say their mission in life, to seack out ancient civilisations and learn their knowhow and development. Many are anthropologists some arkeologists or even palaeontologists, and then there are the average historian who collect knowledge from what was the result of our conquests and written words. Many are those who spend their time solving this question of evolution and human progression, but even more look to the future to see the further progression of our species. However most are those who live in the present oblivious to the know-how of past, present and future development of civilisation.

My belifs are that natrual selection had an important part in the progression of our species. However I still don't understand why we have difficult names on some things whilst on others we have easy short names to remember. Like time.

Heave away!

Finally I can say this place in the frosty outskirts of Bergen may, by some recallection, be compared to a home of mine. Though only remotly compared. I do enjoy this place, and there is never a day where I dispise someone, although there are those who are friends of mine that are crapy coworkers, but ok otherwise. I suppose my later promorion and the relive that the slackers are done soon, have come over us. But it's much more than that the people here are conected and we have conected. The mood is great. So I thrive obiously, and yet I miss my cosy flat in the capital. For not to say my friend there. Even so this place here, can be claimed as a home for another 5 mounths^^

dining dream

I can tell that I'm home for two reasons, the food have actual taste and it's original colour.

Uppertonity

Now that change isn't to show her face in location
she has perhaps granted me a little peak of what can be done for change's sake
uppertunity calls whether I found her way or not
now she calls for vengance on waste and departure
entangeling every part that touch her skin
her vengance is as sweet as onions in the sun
now lets see if waiting suits the traitors