Tuesday, December 27, 2005


Vil du gje meg handa ved månens skin,

lauv du er -

Under open himmel. Over open avgrunn.

Som lauv

er du og eg.

Fort skjelvande,

og fort borte.

Kom -

~ Tarjei Vesaas


Maybe I have a silly kinda humor (I know I do :P)
But this was just funny, ha ha

Monday, December 26, 2005

10 random things I found out

I found out some new things after I came back to Norway
I have also made some new desitions

  1. I have lost over 10 kg in Spain (I think it´s horrible, but they are running back on me now in Xmas, ha ha, I am glad they do)
  2. I have really missed the snow
  3. I have missed the nature here even more
  4. I love Norway, but the norwegains still bore the crap out of me (If you tell the average norwegian guy about your dream to skydive with your boyfriend and kiss him in the air, he would say: "hmmmmm, really? But why? Wouln´t it be better to just kiss him when he is on the ground?)
  5. I am not sure I am a big-city girl anymore (always was), I want to live closer to nature and have a city nearby instead
  6. My school is done already in April, then I will try to figure out where to take the second year (It will not be Barcelona)
  7. I feel more and more that I want a "simple" life, do "a Gauguin" or something...
  8. I really love pudding
  9. Number ten has no information at all
  10. I love to be random

Friday, December 23, 2005

Merry xmas and God Jul
to all of you
Friends, family, loved ones and strangers
I hope you all have a wonderful day
And to be honest
There are some I really wish I could spend today with
Lots of hugs

What a good day
What a good year
What a good world
I am silly-happy
Life can be just toooo good
*Big smiles*

Norway baby!

Oh my!

It´s so
to be
in the
snow and trolls

Wednesday, December 21, 2005


Right now I know that I have to pack up my stuff.
I also know that I have to read for my exam tomorrow
So what I do is....

I have a little sangria, sing out loud to Ani DiFranco and make ugly faces to my text book
Haaa haaaa
Somebody cure me!
(I think I am just trying to prove that nobody can tell me that I HAVE to do something.
I do as I want to! ..... Really childish isn't it :P)

And now I have also used a lot of time drawing useless silly drawings in Paint, ha ha!

Check it out!

You can never fit humans into boxes, but still this was fun.
I have a weak spot for tests like this........

1. Link to me

2. Link to me

3. Link to you (Will you give me your results?)

4. An other similar test with more detailed descriptions of the types
Yeah, you are right.
Its two of my favorite guys again

Tuesday, December 20, 2005

Totally awesome

You just HAVE to try this
It was so great!!!


I am addicted, ha ha
Sitting here doing it again and again

Try to look at it longer than they say and then look yourself in the mirror
Ha ha ah haa!!!!

Other illutions:

Link 2

Link 3

The "tests" was great, but read the texts also if you have time.
Really interesting stuff


I am soon going back to Norway
I am going back to Norway

Sorry, I lost it there for a second

I have no idea why I am so excited about this

I am going to Norway
*happy tears*

Monday, December 19, 2005

This was fun people

You are 93 % fluent in Womanian! You're to be feared and respected. All I can say is that I hope you are a good and kind man. If you're not, then Lord help us all.

You make women forget how to say the word, "No."

Wait a minute. Hey, you could be a woman! If you are, then this just shows that you understand yourself, and also female partners in the context of a romantic relationship.

Good on ya!

Similar test:

The Manian language test


82 % Manian fluency!

(I am not so good on manian. Sometimes I don´t get it at all, *sob*)

Death? Why this fuss about death.
Use your imagination, try to visualize a world without death! ...
Death is the essential condition of life, not an evil.

Sunday, December 18, 2005

I have two new blogs in my links
Check them out
Me right now:

I knew Harry looked familiar in a way......

But of course....

I stole this from Jessica's Journal
(Thanks honey ;)

Saturday, December 17, 2005

This was just written to me by a very good friend of mine
I thought it was so beautiful that I wanted to post it in my blog

I just realized putting why I like you into words might be a bit difficult
but here it goes....

why do I like you,
you care,
it doesn't matter who you're caring for, you care,
care till it hurts you and you cry all alone,
you might not care for me but you can really care for someone,
very few people can anymore

you love animals,
you have the wisdom of a child and the understanding of an adult,
you have an incredible sense of humor,
you are a socialist
there's so many things I could say about who you are that I like
but they cant fully explain why I like you so much.
if you showed me someone who was exactly like you in all these things
I would prefer you,

because I think you have a beautiful heart and mind
and maybe because of those who hurt you,
because maybe its the feeling you get
when you find a treasure they have overlooked,
something greater than they could all even hope for
that they cant see the significance of.

maybe it´s because not matter how bad it is you'll still love life
you can heal, recover from anything
all you need is a little care
but you're resilient,
you never give up

maybe its because I understand a lot of the things you've been through,
everyone says they understand
but I've actually been in a lot of the places you've been,
lost the same things,
fought the same demons,
I know how hard it is and I appreciate you all the more
for being who you are
and if you ever need a hand
I want to be there like no one was there for me

maybe I like you because I can see you after the scars are healed,
in a place you cant even see yourself.
maybe I love the way you see the world when you're not in pain

and most of all I like the things you'll never notice,
the little things
like the way you never check your spellings and post with so many errors,
it always puts a smile on my face

or maybe I like YOU,
everything I know,
everything I don't know yet but hope to find out,
all the things I can help with,
all the things I am powerless about,
YOU as a person

Monday, December 12, 2005

That's all I have to say today

Sunday, December 11, 2005

This was just waaay funny

The Testing,Testing 1,2,3 Silly Test


I have nothing to say today
I am tired of talking
Too many words and thinking
My own fault really :P
I think I am going to be mute and brainless the rest of the week
or maybe the rest of the month

Okay, I lied.......

I had something to say anyway.
Or Dum Dum Boys had

If somebody manages to translate this well into english, I will get fnjaknnhishly surprised and most genfrnjnally impressed
Hay ho ho ho to you all

Saturday, December 10, 2005

For Joacim

A friend

With a heart of gold
and warming, caring words

Thousand hugs to you

Friday, December 09, 2005

Not grey anymore

The hairdresser
sweet and
gave me
a full
for free.

I didn't even
have to
use my knife.

Thursday, December 08, 2005

Now I have seen it tooNothing beats the books
Go read instead!

Wednesday, December 07, 2005


I have always been "scared" of hairdressers. My motto is:
"It is a good idea not to argue with a person standing with a scissor directly
aimed towards your head" :P

But I have had other reasons as well...

One thing is thatI always look lovelyand the resultperfect as longas I am in
their fancy-lookikng salon,(sneaky bastardswith smooth lighting)
and then I comehome and discoverthat my hairis colored grey.

At least I did today

Check out theresults for yourself:

(I took a little video
of myself while I was
talking on the phone)

Damn, couldn't upload
the video, if somebody
knows how,
please give me a tip.
I posted a photo
instead taken
with the webcam.


PS: If you think I have something in common with the girl from "Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind", you are totally correct.

Tuesday, December 06, 2005

Pablo Neruda


And it was at that age. Poerty arrived

in search of me. I don`t know. I don`t know where it came from.

from winter or a river

I don`t know how or when

no , they were not voices, they

were not

words, nor silence,

but from the street I was summoned

from the branches of night

abruptly from the others,

among violent fires

or returning alone,

there I was withouh a face

and it tuched me


Sunday, December 04, 2005

Nothing special

I have nothing special to say to the world today.
I am not coming up with a poem, or an article....
I am not going to post link, or something I have thought about....
I only, for some reason, want to tell the world (Hello people!) that I feel very happy.
Life is such a good thing. Life is good. Life is wow. Its incredible that we have it.
I am aliiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiveeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!

Thats all folks

Saturday, December 03, 2005


Hva lykke er?
- Gå på en gressgrodd setervei,
i tynne, tynne sommerklær
klø sine ferske myggstikk
med doven ettertenksomhet
og være ung og meget rik
på uopplevet kjærlighet.

Å få et florlett spindelvev
som kjærtegn over munn og kinn
og tenke litt på vær og vind.
Kan hende vente på et brev.
Be prestekragene om råd
og kanskje ja - og kanskje nei -
han elsker - elsker ikke meg.

Men ennå ikke kjenne deg.

~ Inger Hagerup~

Friday, December 02, 2005


You scored as Disappear. Your death will be by disappearing, probably a camping trip gone wrong or an evening hike you never returned from.









Natural Causes




Cut Throat















Nine Inch Nails

You let me violate you, you let me desecrate you
You let me penetrate you, you let me complicate you
Help me I broke apart my insides, help me I've got no soul to sellHelp me the
only thing that works on me, help me get away from myself
I want to fuck you like an animal
I want to feel you from the inside
I want to fuck you like an animal
My whole existence is flawed
You get me closer to god
You can have my isolation, you can have the hate that it brings
You can have my absence of faith, you can have my everything
Help me tear down my reason, help me it's your sex I can smell
Help me you make me perfect, help me become somebody else
I want to fuck you like an animal
I want to feel you from the inside
I want to fuck you like an animal
My whole existence is flawed
You get me closer to god

Through every forest, above the trees
Within my stomach, scraped off my knees
I drink the honey inside your hive
You are the reason I stay alive

Friday, November 25, 2005


When I started photoschool instead of artschool, people said to me:
Oh, but you are wasting your talents. Everybody can do a photo, you have an artistic gift, you should use it.
When I see the works of truly great photographers I feel how wrong people are to say that.
Yes, everybody can take a photo, but everybody can also draw.
Its how you do it that matters
(For me photo is actually harder right now, a lot harder)

I am sooo bad at searching on the net
These guys have some awesome photowork, but I couldn't find the really good ones.

Miguel Rio Branco
Has a series with boxers that is great
He is awesome on color and composition

Javier Vallhonrat
Has done a photo-series taken in the nude with only light- and smoke-effects
I love the ambient and feeling it creates.
If somebody finds any of it, please give me the link

The old, but never dyeing classics:
Man Ray
Henri Cartier Bresson
Robert Mapplethorpe

I can add more of someone are interested

From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were — I have not seen
As others saw — I could not bring
My passions from a common spring —
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow — I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone —
And all I lov'd — I lov'd alone —
Then — in my childhood — in the dawn
Of a most stormy life — was drawn
From ev'ry depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still —
From the torrent, or the fountain —
From the red cliff of the mountain —
From the sun that 'round me roll'd
In its autumn tint of gold —
From the lightning in the sky
As it pass'd me flying by —
From the thunder, and the storm —
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view —

E. A. Poe


An astonishingly good memory

Every school-day I start at 11:30, except Fridays when I start at 12:30
So every Friday I rush off to school at 11:10 and enter class, wondering why there is nobody there

Today was a great exception
I actually remembered it was Friday (this is very unusual, most days I am lucky to remember the year ;)
And not enough with that.......(I really astonished myself today)
I also remebered that we start at 12:30, after just passing a few blocks from my home

So now I am home again with an hour to kill

I seriously need my head checked, ha ha!
Maybe its a "whimsical artist gene" passed on from my dad :P

Thursday, November 24, 2005

Ticket to heaven for 10 Euros:

I have seen the light
I have been in heaven...

Sound of laughter and bubbling water filled the air
It felt like floating on a cloud of soft, caressing champagne

Today heavens specialties consists of:

A normal swimming pool,
steam room
hydrogen massage bath
waterfall massage-bath
Roman baths (Cold / warm bath)
A own pool for playing,
Relaxing area,
activities (Yoga, spinning etc)
Gym and workout area

Wednesday, November 23, 2005

"This isnt true"

You Are Scary

You even scare scary people sometimes!

Painting by Aasa

This is a copy of a oilpainting of Odd Nerdrum I did in artschool
I am not much a fan of him, neither what he paints,
it was only as an exercise to
see how well I could manage to copy something using oilpaint.

This photo is not so good,
because the nuances on his robe is gone,
and seems to be all black,
but you still get the picture more or less.

Here I am in the process of working with it (not quite done).
Nerdrums original you see on the right side

Tuesday, November 22, 2005

Dragon under my bed

My dragon was gone for a while.
I don't know if you remember him.
He lived under my bed for nearly a month, didn't even introduce himself,
and then one day all of a sudden, ha was just gone.
I was very puzzled.
So puzzled that I actually forgot to tell it to you.
I actually missed him

Sometimess when he was sleeping I could hear him talk in his sleep
Then he would suddenly make a littlel growl and blow the tiniest, cutest littlel flame into the air

One time he burned my toe
After that I slept more carefully and a lot lighter

But the good news is
NOW he is back
I came home today and heard somebody gnawling on something
I am not very familiar with gnawling-sounds coming from my room,
so I entered it with some precaution
There I saw his purple-spotted tail sticking out from under my bed

I must say it was a happy ocation
Maybe I will even try to introduce myself now

The Little Prince

Read this tiny chapter
in one of my favorite books
If you want to read more
I have a link to all the chapters
under my links in the left tab

Monday, November 21, 2005


A beloved book of mine comes into life on the moviescreen. I think its a littel scary that Disney is doing it though. But we will see in Desember
Link to "the wardrobe"
I got this tip from Caru
This photo is taken on the wall of a greenhouse. The green leaves you see are the plants inside of it. The tree is from the park were I am standing, outside the greenhouse. The huge finger (looking huge, because she is standing close to the wall) on the side belongs to my friend Tale, which also was taking photos of the greenhouse.

Every hangovers mother
This is even worse than when I drank Vodka with the Russhians

Sunday, November 20, 2005

I am going to see "The corpse bride" by Tim Burton today at the cinemas

A little about my origin

I just wanted to tell a little about my origin, my parents.

My daddy is an artist. He lives up in the forrest by himself in a really lovely wooden cabin. One time he had some people over at a party there a guy said to him. "How long have you lived up here?" And my dad answered "Over 20 years" The guy replied "Wow, that's impressive" (Implying that living in such a place just one day would be awful for him. Then my dad asked him "So how long have you lived in the suburb's in your house (Which is a house in a line all alike to the others, made of concrete) and the guy said "Oh, over 20 years as well" And my dad replied "Wow, that's impressive"
Ha ha, I must say I totally agree with him. Living like that guy did just for one day would be a true hell. And this also shows very much the personality of my father.
He is a playful, natural soul, who could never be trapped in any way..... he is truly a free spirit in so many ways.
My dad does sculptures, but he also draws and paints. He has done some sound sculptures that is really awesome that he has had concerts on. He also did a lot of ice-sculptures lately and won a lot of prices for them.
He is an extremely outgoing and funny-weird whimsical guy. We have a lot of fun hanging out together, and as persons we are very much alike in a lot of ways.
The thing is, I didn't get to know him before the last years. But I really appreciate getting to know him now.

My weird artist-daddyIsn't he sweet?

I only had a small picture of my mommy here. Its a shame cause she is really a sweety.
My mommy was a "kinda-hippie" when I grew up, but not in the normal way. She has always gone by her own ways and not the stream (no matter what the stream were)
She is a therapist, a clinical psychotherapist, and a really, really good one.
I know this because I have seen the gratefulness of her clients, from flowers and cards she has gotten, how much they express they care for her and how much difference she has made in so many lives.
She is a very wise woman and I have learnt so much from her, and I could never do without her. She has the warmest kindest heart I know and is a truly insightfull soul.
She is also very giving and occupied with doing good and helping making the world a better place in any way she can.
We have a lot of differences in our personality, but something we really have in common is our strong will and strenght to go our own way, something that ends us up in a lot of fights. But we always make up every time. I really love her so much.

And here is the result of this genemix, he he:
Aasa (doing something she is really good at:.......Daydreaming)

Friday, November 18, 2005

Lists 10:

Silly things I like to do:

1: Tickle
2:Jump in ponds
3: Play hide and seek
4: Create new languages
5:Find a nickname for somebody
6: Say things that make no sense at all
7: Get tickled (but not too much, it hurts)
8: Find out which animal somebody resemble
9: Try to make figures out of the signs on the keyboard
10:Scare a friend I meet randomly in the street before they see me

Wednesday, November 16, 2005

life-cycle analysis

In 1994, Charles Hall, an ecologist at SUNY Syracuse, performed a life-cycle analysis of the average American, by determining each person's lifetime share of the nation's total consumption of various resources. It's the kind of study usually undertaken for assessing the impacts of a new product or policy.

Hall and his colleagues found that a single new American born in the 1990s will be responsible, over his or her life, for 22 million pounds of liquid waste and 2.2 million pounds each of solid waste and atmospheric waste. He or she will have a lifetime consumption of 4,000 barrels of oil, 1.5 million pounds of minerals and 62,000 pounds of animal products that will entail the slaughter of 2,000 animals.

"In terms of energy usage alone, which is a convenient measure of environmental impact," Knight says, "the average Ethiopian uses one 310th of what we use. So when an American couple stops at two kids it's like an Ethiopian couple stopping at 620."

Monday, November 14, 2005

Visiting artist



By Florian


Dream one: I am back in the neighborhood were I grew up. I go to the house I lived in for a while there. While living at that place I had a very difficult time, one of the hardest I can remember.
I go up to the gate and notice that the lid of the mailbox is tilted. I walk up to it and open it. It is filled to the rim with handwritten letters. Letters which seem to be written by the hand of a child. I think its possibly my own handwriting. They are all unopened.

Dream two: I am in the place I grew up again, but in a different house. The house I lived in from I was 4 to I was 10. I seem to remember it as a good place.
I am in my room and then suddenly I understand that the entire street has been burned down, including my house. The firemen are outside, and I have five minutes to collect the things I want to bring on before everybody leaves the place for good.
I have trouble doing this and they leave without me.
My Godmother arrives even though I thought nobody knew I was there and says she can help me even everybody has left. I ask her if I need a sleepingbag and she says yes, but I don't need a pillow, they will give that to me.

Dream tree: I have just washed my hair and I ma brushing it. Suddenly it is shining brighter than ever and my curls bursts out, making my hair look beautiful and new

I woke up with a song called "Learn to say goodbye" on my mind. Like my subconscious really had to spell it out for me, ha ha.

conclution / Interpretation: I will give mine soon (maybe after somebody else gives one)

"The lotus is a flower that blooms in the mud.
The thicker and deeper the mud, the more
beautiful the lotus blooms."
I am struck down by melancholia....

I was just at this beach.
There was this pier that streched like an arm into the sea.
I walked out on the tip of its fingers - staring out at the ocean.
The moonlight struck the waves.
It was beautiful.

And for some reason it got me so down
I am just so sad now
I need somebody to hold me

Friday, November 11, 2005

Mysterious gift

I am amazed!
I am stunned and amazed!

I go this note that I had received a package from Germany and I thought :
"Germany??? Huh?? Who can that be..."
The only one I know in Germany is an ex that I haven't spoken to in ages.
So I went down to the post office to get it.

The guy behind the counter went in an other room an came back with a huuuge bag.
I thought it was probably several packages inside that bag, and he was going to take mine out of it. Then he lifted it up and put it on the counter.
"This is it", he said
I looked at him with big eyes "What? This is it? Sure?"
"Yes, this is it" He said "Sign here"
I couldnt believe it. But it was huge! And heavy.

I sat down and started unwrapping it.
First off with the bag, inside there was a carton box.
Then off with the box, inside was an other bag but more delicate, with a silk ribbon around the top.
"How exciting", I thought. I just had to sit there for a while, without opening it,
just enjoying the wonderful feeling of puzzeledment and wonder.

The I opened the bag.

It was "The complete Calvin and Hobbes" bound in a delicious cover. In tree huge books.
What a surprise - what a great and sweet surprise.
I instantly fell in love with the person sending it to me, without knowing who it was.
Ha ha!
I love things like that.
A surprise-package in the mail.........and then Calvin and Hobbes.
How sweet and funny and lovely. (Hope this will inspire others to follow his example, muhahahahahahaha ;)

Then I saw a mysterious note and the sender revealed himself.
My mysterious gift came from Henry
I was actually moved to tears that somebody could do such a sweet thing.
I am so grateful
You are such a sweety
You made my day, my week, my wow!
This I will always remember

Kisses and hugs to you from Aasa

Wednesday, November 09, 2005

Smoe dyas I wkae up and I am so tried I cna' t sepak
I cna' t eevn mvoe, its lkie a cmoa
Tadoy was scuh a day
but I wkoe up to a pelnast srusirpe, it was a tuehdnrsortm otsudie
It was priunog down
I am gentitg a vitiosr form Nrwoay tdaoy
I hpoe he is a fan of srmots too, if not he wlil get disitenopad

Sunday, November 06, 2005


Watching Twin Peaks with a glass o ye old Vodka in my hand
Could it be more blissful?
I don't know why I love David Lynch stuff so much but......

I am in heaven

"Thru the darkness of Future Past
the magician longs to see
one chants out between two worlds
Fire - walk with me."


A dragon has moved in under my bed
Its smallish compared to other dragons I have seen
and has purple spots all over
I havent dared to ask its name yet, but if I work up the curage to do so I will tell you

So far we have pretended not to see each other
And every time he blows a little flame,
we both just roll our eyes and afterwards look up into the ceiling (or in his case, the bottom of my bed) pretending it was just very natural that the bed nearly went on fire.
I am not sure how long we can keep it up like this


PS: I havent dared to take a photo of him so you will only get something that almost look like him. Think of him as a mix between the both.

Friday, November 04, 2005


Thursday, November 03, 2005

I am going to post bit by bit a favourite book of mine in this blog,
The Little Prince.

I hope you will read it cause its really wonderful.

The Little Prince

Chapter 1

Once when I was six years old I saw a magnificent picture in a book, called True Stories from Nature, about the primeval forest. It was a picture of a boa constrictor in the act of swallowing an animal. Here is a copy of the drawing.

In the book it said: "Boa constrictors swallow their prey whole, without chewing it. After that they are not able to move, and they sleep through the six months that they need for digestion." I pondered deeply, then, over the adventures of the jungle. And after some work with a colored pencil I succeeded in making my first drawing. My Drawing Number One. It looked like this:

I showed my masterpiece to the grown-ups, and asked them whether the drawing frightened them. But they answered: "Frighten? Why should any one be frightened by a hat?" My drawing was not a picture of a hat. It was a picture of a boa constrictor digesting an elephant. But since the grown-ups were not able to understand it, I made another drawing: I drew the inside of the boa constrictor, so that the grown-ups could see it clearly. They always need to have things explained. My Drawing Number Two looked like this:

The grown-ups' response, this time, was to advise me to lay aside my drawings of boa constrictors, whether from the inside or the outside, and devote myself instead to geography, history, arithmetic and grammar. That is why, at the age of six, I gave up what might have been a magnificent career as a painter. I had been disheartened by the failure of my Drawing Number One and my Drawing Number Two. Grown-ups never understand anything by themselves, and it is tiresome for children to be always and forever explaining things to them.

So then I chose another profession, and learned to pilot airplanes. I have flown a little over all parts of the world; and it is true that geography has been very useful to me. At a glance I can distinguish China from Arizona. If one gets lost in the night, such knowledge is valuable. In the course of this life I have had a great many encounters with a great many people who have been concerned with matters of consequence. I have lived a great deal among grown-ups. I have seen them intimately, close at hand. And that hasn't much improved my opinion of them.

Whenever I met one of them who seemed to me at all clear-sighted, I tried the experiment of showing him my Drawing Number One, which I have always kept. I would try to find out, so, if this was a person of true understanding. But, whoever it was, he, or she, would always say: "That is a hat." Then I would never talk to that person about boa constrictors, or primeval forests, or stars. I would bring myself down to his level. I would talk to him about bridge, and golf, and politics, and neckties. And the grown-up would be greatly pleased to have met such a sensible man.

Wednesday, November 02, 2005

Demons inside my head!!!
Demons inside my heart!!!
No more alcohol or illegal substances for Aasa for a while
Last night was just to weird
..........at leats not for a week

Tuesday, November 01, 2005

Monday, October 31, 2005


So tell me people. Do you like Girger or find him creepy?
I must admit I have a soft spot for dark, sensual art.
But there is also a nearly "destructive" streak to his work that I also find alluring.


I was requested to post this again in my blog, so here it is

My address in Spain:

Aasa Bergem
Carer Corsega 251, 3
08036 Barcelona

Saturday, October 29, 2005


I am trying to find a new name for my blog, the one I have now is just temporary until I find something good.
I will be happy for all suggestions


This is the first post I do from my brand new computer in my own room

Friday, October 28, 2005


Tuesday, October 25, 2005

Holy crap what a bussy day
And I got to know new people, first a guy and later on two swedish girls (well, they are leaving for Sweden in a few days) but anyway, fun ........
I think I soon will get a visitor too, he he he. Looking forward to that.
Things seem to look brighter the last days.

Yesterday me and my roomy Julien got drunk together. Ha ha, that was fun and not at all planned........... he is a very nice guy.

And tomorrow I am finally getting my computer for sure.
But my chatting have been down to nearly zero lately. I miss my chatty-friends.

Monday, October 24, 2005

*Huge grin*

I am in a terrific mood (thats misspelled isnt it? Oh I dont care, haha!)
....................... no even better:
I am in a splendific mood.

I hope you all are well too!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

*Bounce, bounce, bounce*
*Giggles, giggles, giggles*

Saturday, October 22, 2005

Sensual tunes

Today I passed a man paying music in the streets.
That is a pretty common thing for all of us and normally I just take in the music and think "Oh, thats good" or "thats really sour" or something of the like but today I was totally struck by it.

It was such a sweet, sensual tune, it just crept into my veins and boiled me up. I started getting images in my mind of dancing closely to a wonderful man, his hand softly pressing on my back, the bare touch of his skin next to mine, the tunes of the music sourrounding us.
Dancing can be so erotic and so was this music.

I turned on my heel and went back to the man, pooring all the change I had into his hat (he deserved more after giving me that treat, but it was all I had left with me) and gave him a huge smile.

Friday, October 21, 2005

Psycho Warhol wannabe

I had so much fun making this
It looks like a freaking candy store and I dont like it at all, but to finally play with photoshop again was heaven. I have really missed it. I am fearing I will be glued to the screen when I get my own computer (on tuesday) playing with photos.
Yeeeeeeeeeey! (how many yeys have I dont in this blog today? Way "to many" ;)

Who is afraid of Aasa Wolf?


I am very bored but jet in a goodymood with my webcam running if anybody is in a chatting mode right now

New blog name

I am kicking myself in the head trying to figure aout a new name to my blog, since I was really tired of the old one.
If anybody has a suggestion, just throw it out
Today I am in a happy, jumping mood
Seems like my old self is returning after a long periode of downs

Sittng in class now

I dont get this
Why cant we do this is freaking english?

Thursday, October 20, 2005


Goodnight greetings to everyone!
I am in a sweet mood and the clouds have lifted from my forehead for now
I whish you all the best
and just wanted to say thank you for the very sweet messages and support you have shown.
It really warms my heart to the core
And to those of you that feel down I send me warmest thoughts to hopefully make it all a tiny bit better
Lots of hugs to all of you out there who are reading this
that I love,
care for


Photos (Click on them to see them larger and in original size)

Today we got feedback on out very first photo assignment and I was stunned, totally stunned.
I thought I had done something mediocer, bordering to bad, cause as the procatinator-master that I am I started two days before delivery, even thought we had had 14 days to do the assignment....
......but I got a lot of bragging and he gave me one of the very best grades for it.
I was puzzeled, yet happy.
Next time I am going to put even more work into it, and start earlier
I think
Ha ha!
The assignment was a little boring, like take a photo of a landscape etc, so these pics are not very interesting.
They are just "pretty", but I am posting a few of them anyway, since they are my very first photos in my new school.

The first one with the birds are an exercise in using quick exposure time to capture movement.

The second a landscape photo

The third was a pretty difficult one. One has to set the closure speed on pretty slow and move the camery with the object that is photographed in the same speed as the movement of the object. This is to get the background looking like "speed lines" emphesising the movement of the object. The difficult part is to get the object in focus, with such a long exposuretime (around 8) Try it out, its fun but hard.

The fourth one was supposed to be a situation with people in it.

I found this peculiar situation on the subway that I thought was pretty cute. The way they all were totally obsorbed in the reading, sitting in a way that made the composition on its own, was pretty funny

The fifth picture is just an exercise to take a picture of something black.
You might think that sounds very easy, but very often its not. Especially outside if the light is bright, as it was the day I took this picture.
It can be difficult finding the right exposuretime and f.stop to capture the true color as one sees it. If one has a bright contrast of light to the dark motive the difficulty gets higher. One needs a lot of light to capture the black but also needs to underexpose because of the bright light. The good thing is to find a compromise-position between the two.

The sixth picture was to be a portrait. I chose two of a friend of mine, Tale (I have posted a picture of her that she took dressing as a man, that was pretty satirical, before in this blog, for those who remember. She also studies photo. You can see it in my archives under "August", I think)
Its not very well sharpened, but the light and composition I like a lot.
The same with the black and white one of her.

In this picture I think I captuerd a very funny look on her face (that made me laugh) that I think says something like:
"I am tired and a littel kranky and try to pay attention in class so why are you bugging me with that camera"

The next picture was also supposed to be a social situation.
I just thought it looked so sweet and romantic with the old, spanish couple walking in the park holding hands, so I took a photo of them quickly.
Not a special picture, but sweet. It was also raining that day, and then its always a fuzz to not get the picture underexposed, but it went well.

The last picture I Have posted now was an excersise in capturing movement with long exposuretime. This is also a fun thing to do, and I was experimenting long, trying to get a good composition, something that si hard to control when the object your are shooting is moving.
The long exposuretime can make the background look less sharp. I dint get it perfect, but its wasnt bad either. I liked how the picture turned out in the end.

As I said, I didnt work much with these, so next time I will try to do some stuff that is more special. I hope you liked this little look into my work these days anyway

Hugs to all of you

Wednesday, October 19, 2005

This was very funny, check it out!
The good way to start blogging!
I dont know what to say
I want to say something, but I have no idea what

I think I want to think about something good................

Lists 8:

6 good things that has happened lately:

My roomy Julien saw I was sad last night so when I came to the kitchen this morning I saw he had left me some fresh croissants for breakfast and a little note saying that he hoped it might help a littel and lost of hugs to me
I think it was really sweet ( he works at night and sleeps in long, thats why he gave it in a note)

Julien (the other one) made me laught a lot today when I chatted with him online and it seems his life is going really smooth, so I was so happy for him.
I always feel well when somebody I care for is having a good time, I alwayas whish them the best, and it rises my mood to know they are fine.

Classes in school has turned out to be really good and the teachers of high quality

I have been to the park a lot of times and its like medicine to my heart (Havent found the perfect climbingtree though)

I have gotten a lot of sweet messages and mails after I wrote about being down and I am so glad to see that I have this kind of support, it warms my heart more than I can say.

When I made this list some of my good, old, sparkly, positive mood seemed to sneak back and I caught me smiling to myself. I have really missed it these last weeks and I am so looking forward to see it return. Its one of the things I value most in myself and could never live without it.

Best whishes to all of you out there that I care about and love
I miss you and whish you the very best


Tuesday, October 18, 2005


You shall thank your gods,
if they force you to go
where you have no footprints
to trust to.

You shall thank your gods,
if all shame on you they pin.
You must seek refuge
a little further in.

What the whole world condemns
sometimes manages quite well.
Outlaws were many
who gained their own soul.

He who is forced to wild wood
looks on all with new sight,
and he tastes with gratitude
life's bread and salt.

You shall thank your gods,
when your shell they break.
Reality and kernel
the sole choice you can make.

- Karin Boye

Other Poems By Karin Boye


David from OKC wrote a poem for me
That made me feel better

Daylight opens on its lucid singing bands of bliss
She digs a little deeper in the fertile loam and lays her hands on buried dreams
She has answered a thousand questions few have dared to conveive
And breathed life into her vision both outside her beating heart
and in the silent spaces of receptive revelation between

Ahhh the clear water stream flows cascading from springs on high
Her soul longs to trace every tributary to its source
But her body will simply bend, open her lips and drink the mystery

A bard, a blessing, a bountiful feast awaits her around the next corner..
She has friends in every town...allies in every glade
Now it is time to dance
With painted feet
Now it is time to harvest stillness in the shade

One word occurs to her then and there:


Her pain, her passion, her poetic spirit
All...defined by rivers of magic...

And why?
Because something unrelenting within her will submit to nothing less...
Unrelenting focus on what is actually alive and vital and real.
That's what wells up from the the cold depths of her Earthly roots.
That's what turns into pure sunfire as it pours through her awakened heart...

The stars blanket the sky. Burning suns of 15 Billion years...
Her eyes are translators for the creative power that lights that sky
Her voice a conduit for the truth
Her body a vehicle for a life lived to its fullest
Her soul a resovoir of beauty

Some Thoughts On A blue Day

I am down
I miss my old friends and family
I miss having somebody to trust by my side
I wake up in the morning missing having somebody to kiss and tell my weird dream to

People think its all fun and easy starting over in a new contry, but I have never found it to be so
Its difficult having to think hard every time you want to speak, becaue its not your motherlanguage.
Its difficult being alone in a place that is all new to you
Its difficult when everything is unknown and nothing feels comforting and safe
I am bordering on a depression now and I just feel like I need a really long and good hug and some comforting words whispered in my ear, but I am all alone.

Yes I am alone, and I feel even more alone here in Spain.
But after many years of seeing that for some reason love seems like a more difficult path for me to find, I have made peace with the thought that I might very well end up alone.
That is okay. I have so many weird ways and strange standards, fears and passions that I have trouble seeing something lasting by my side or somebody really understanding me or being able to give what I want (I can be very demanding in my way) and receive all I give (cause when I start to get interested in someone I sometimes I give "too much" of myself)
In many ways I love being alone too, but in many ways I dont.

I am a weird combination of fears and trust, independance and need , strenght and weakness love and flight and I just whished somebody would get it, but the hope I have has become very small through the years.

So, I guess I will come through this, as I always do.
And get my good mood back, which I am so used to having, but which seem to have dissapeared in the air of Spain.
And the inner strenght I felt so well, the feeling of being me, which pumped so steady through my wains, but no is a soft whisper I beary can hear.

Monday, October 17, 2005

Very Random Thoughts and the beginning of a story

Barcelona doesnt feel like home yet, I hope it will
I miss good milk
I am silly and happy for no reason whatsoever now and then, it feels very good
I will soon get my computer (In a week)
I am thinking I will run out of money (I have to get a job)
Spanish is dificult to spaek but easy to understand
I am daydreaming a lot

I have this dream in my mind:
I am walking barefoot at night. Its a bright, crispy, but yet dark night and the stars seem to chin like little pieces of glass frozen to the sky.
I can feel the grass tickeling my feet and the ground gently caressing them.
I am walking in a park and the smell of pinetrees (yes, they have those in parks here) and flowers soround me and cover me like a soft transparent blanket.

Suddenly my eyes is drawn to a huge tree that stands out from the others. It has a beautiful color, and it nearly seems to shine towards me as I look at it. I get the feeling that I could spend hours and hours in this tree, curled upon its big, safe branches.
I feel like a soft calling coming from it and I walk up to it instantly.

Then I notice something just benath the trunk of it. It is a couple of glasses and a bottle og wine. I reach down, very puzzeled, wondering who has placed it there.
When I bend down to take a better look I also find a card, attached to the bottle of wine................

To be continued
Maybe ;)

Saturday, October 15, 2005

I am just sitting here thinking

Maybe I am cursed in love
Or maybe I am just fucked up
Its about the same thing
I hope its neither

This was fun

Key Areas of your Personality :

Your personality stands out from the average person's particularly in the areas of:

  • Your High Curiosity Level
  • Your High Emotional Reactivity Level
  • Your High Multi-tasking Ability
  • Your High Need for Variety
  • Your High Empathy/ Sensitivity Level

A Subset of your Personality Measurement:

Social Need 70%
Openness 78%
Approval Need 63%
Ability to Focus 22%
Emotionality 81%
Reliance on Intuition 76%
Tolerance for Change 77%

LINK to personality test
Your Brain's Pattern

Your brain is always looking for the connections in life.
You always amaze your friends by figuring out things first.
You're also good at connecting people - and often play match maker.
You see the world in fluid, flexible terms. Nothing is black or white.

Thursday, October 13, 2005


Oh, i am so happy
Today I got my first post in Barcelona.

And even more bliss, I got 4 things.
One package (from somebody who doesnt read this blog), one postcard , one letter with a cd and one other letter as well.

Thank you soo much for the postcard Marlies, it was really sweet, and I was so surprised. And the lovely letter with the owl drawing, I just loved it Caru! And the letter and the CD Paal, very cool, thank you, I am really looking forward to listen to it!!!!
I was smiling from ear to ear today!

Sunday, October 09, 2005


This is a very badly taken photo, but I wanted to post it anyway.
It is the street were I grew up in Oslo, Kampen, in the old part of the city.