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.


A photography I took the other day

Saturday, October 08, 2005


Before I came to Barcelona I worked in a kindergarten for a while. I was looking at some photos from there the other day and I felt how much I miss some of those kids. They were just increadible.
Here you can get a little peep into my day there and why I loved them so much.

An increadibly sweet girl named Aster. When I said I was going to cuit she said "But who is going to play with me and be nice to me then?"
I look like shit in this pic, but Aster looked so sweet and it was a good memory, so I had to include it
Julie and Georg. The first love
One of our little troublemakers and sharmers (he skwirted wather on my right after I took this with the watergun - almost on my camera)
Jacob was only allowed to sleep for 20 min after dinner. He always looked like this then, which made broke my heart every time (cause I had to wake him up when he dozed off, which was around 100 times)
Nataniel and Georg. they were always up to something nasty, something I found really cool. (Dont think the others working there agreed with me, he he)
The worried parent
Edda was always like this, full of energy and smiling. It is so lovely to see a child that is truly secure and who feels loved
Kristian and some other boys. I often played "police and thief" with Kristian, which was his favourite game. I was always the thief
I totally adore this boy, julian, he often played "police and thief" togheter with me and Kristian (me and him being the horrible thieves)
Julian and Amanda posing for me
A very wild, sweet and natural girl named Sofie. Here playing hide and seek with me

Friday, October 07, 2005

Lists 7: 10 random tings I have done in Barcelona

1: Got totally lost
2: Climbed a Spanish tree
3: Slept 14 hours nonstop
4: Got toally lost again
5: Got buzzy on wine at 1 pm
6: Walked with no purpose or direction until my feet was hurting
7: Ran through the streets with a supermarket shopping-trolley
8: Starting to read the "strangest" old classics in books, like "Jane Eyre" (There is not a huge selection of books in English)
9: Been repeatedly hit on through my apartment-add by different guys
10: Asked around 35 people for directions

Funny, but is it right?

You Are Coffee Ice Cream
Energetic and lively, you are always on the go.
You're doing a million things at once and doing them well.
You tend to motivate others and raise spirits.
You are most compatible with chocolate ice cream.

Thursday, October 06, 2005


The correct address is:

Asa Bergem (With a circle or a dot over the first A)
Carrer de Córsega 251 , 3 (and then the little cirle over the 3 wich indicates it is 3rd)
08036 Barcelona

Not Calle
(I forgot its supposed to be Catalan, not Castellano)

I am buying a computer to have at home soon, so then this blog will get a little more lively and updated, he he

Wednesday, October 05, 2005

The lotusflower

Personally I belive that we all learn from life in all kinds of situations.
Especially in hard times I feel that life can be closer to me than ever.
Through those times I see my soul being transformed and shaped in deeper waters.

I think something picturing this in a beautiful way in nature is the lotus.
The lotus is a flower that blooms in the mud. The thicker and deeper the mud, the more beautiful the lotus blooms.


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


Now here is my address in case any of you feel like sending me something nice (hint hint)

Aasa Bergem
Calle Corsega 251
08036 Barcelona

I have a housephone, if you want the number its just to ask me (If you are someone you think I would like to talk to ;)


I get times when I feel like the loneliest little soul in a world full of people.
I get times when I feel like the world is complete and life has a wonderfull meening
I get times when people seem cruel and evil and I just want to hide.
I get times when I am scared, but I am never scared of fear itself
I get times when I just want to laugh because there is so much beauty - and laughter makes it even more beautiful

I demand nothing
I require nothing
There are no bonds or strings
I just keep my heart open
to what life let come my way
I just want to live it

I open myself to all of the wonders of life and try to make no value judgements on it.
Fear, love, rejection, laughter, play, thought, sadness, pain.
They all strengtens us in differnt ways, none or better than the other.
To accept life, is to embrace life.

There is a poem I really like by Andre Bjerke about this. I din´t find a translation, but if somebody are interested - just tell me and I will try to make one to you

Best whishes to all of you out there


Ikke som en cæsar gjorde,
skal du med et sverd bevæbne
deg mot verden, men med ordet;
Amor Fati - elsk din skjebne.

Denne formel skal du fatte
som din sterkeste befrier:
Du har valgt din sti i krattet.
Ikke skjel mot andre stier!

Også smerten er din tjener.
Lammet, sønderknust, elendig
ser du at den gjenforener
deg med det som er nødvendig.

Også fallet, også sviket
hjelper deg som dine venner.
Dine nederlag er rike
gaver, lagt i dine hender.

Engang skal du, tilfredsstillet
av å bli din skjebne verdig
vite: Dette har jeg villet.
Alt som skjer meg skjer rettferdig.

Si da, når din levegledes
grønne skog er gjennomvandret:
Intet vil jeg anderledes.
Intet ønsker jeg forandret.

~Andre Bjerke

This was a sweet test.

This was a sweet test - you should try it out......

Oh, and can somebody please tell me what untrammeled means???
(Couldnt find it in any dictionary)

Aasa - Here Are The Keys to Your Heart

You are attracted to those who are unbridled, untrammeled, and free.

In love, you feel the most alive when things are straight-forward, and you're told that you're loved.

You'd like to your lover to think you are both exciting and alluring.

You would be forced to break up with someone who was ruthless, cold-blooded, and sarcastic.

Your ideal relationship is open. Both of you can talk about everything... no secrets.

Your risk of cheating is zero. You care about society and morality. You would never break a commitment.

In this moment, you think of love as something you thirst for. You'll do anything for love, but you will never fall for it easily.

Tuesday, October 04, 2005

Heya people!

Just a short message to the world, I dont have much time

-I am in the flat but still looking at others, cause I would love to have a park nearby (So I can climb trees at night)
-The flat I am in now has a guestrom with a bed (wink,wink)
-I started school yesterday, a little disapointing, but I am not going to make snap judgements before I have more information.
-I am eating loads of croissants (the are so damn delicios) and fresh fruit.
... looking at my posts you might think I am a littel obsessed with food. If you are making quick judgements like these often I must warn you ; you might be very right! (Especially in this case, although it never shows on me, I never gain weight)
- I am all good and still in love with Barcelona

Hugs to all of you

Sunday, October 02, 2005


Oh, by the way.............

I found a room in a shared flat with one guy named Julien. (I seem to bump into a lot of Julian or Julien or Julen these days, ha ha, funny!)


It was a big room with balcony, double bed that was beautiful with wooden carvings, internet-connection, my own little gesturing and it was very close to my school
- for 350 Euros a month
....But it was not in the gothic area.
I am going to rent I for a month and see how I like it and how I like sharing with him, he seemed like a very nice guy.

Walking around

I seem to have gotten a new weird habit
I just walk and walk and walk.
Not that I haven't done that before but I have a new pattern to it.

In the mornings I jump out of my door and my desperate eyes search for something pretty. (I am not talking about guys now) Then they usually fix upon some strange and wonderful "art nouveauish" architecture and my feet seem to be pulled as a magnet in that direction.
When my feet arrive in front of it my eyes goes into a new mode of desperate search (after they have devouvered the sight of the first one) and my feet obeys as a a pair of loving little puppies every time.
This has led me into some weird neighborhoods where I feel like the famous cat climbing a tree...I have no idea whatsoever have to get back down to where I was.
This again has led to me getting to know some new people. In general very compassionate saving kinda people, who seem to have a soft spot for foreigners standing in the middle of a street with a perplexed gaze in their eyes, looking around them in a confused manner, and walking in circles around themselves, whispering "Oh my, oh my, oh my, where the fuck am I?"

Well, yesterday this new hobby of mine led me to a completely new side of Barcelona. I was walking the cute little alleys with loudry hanging from the balconies and little (I love them) cheese shops, when suddenly the environment around me had seemed to change.

I had a distinct feeling that a lot of the people around me were kinda suspicious in motives, or to say it in other words, I felt like 90 percent of them were carrying guns.
also there were a lot of salsa and merengue played from the open windows. I had the feeling it was a good idea to hold tight to my purse and look totally penniless (if there is a facial expression I have rehearsed a lot its the "I am sooo broke, and have nothing valuable to steal" face) Not because of the Salsa and Merengue (Salsa has never been dangerous, except in circumstances involving a dancefloor, a place packed with horny, voyeuristic men and a single girl with a hurt ankle (that would be me), but because of the atmosphere, that certainly screamed "watch out" to my subconsciousness.(The very same message seemed to be lurking in my mind during the earlier mentioned "Salsa experience")
This neighborhood was a lot dirtier and people were singing out loud to themselves while passing me. (A "normal" Norwegian person would be shocked to their very core. Believe me, I know by experience, and looks I have been thrown in Norway)
Some guys whisteled and winked at me and made obscene gestures.
This felt very very familiar, but I wasn't sure why. It was like I had been there before a lot of times.
Then it struck me, it was like a "mini Caribbean".
It was funny, I wasn't scared at all. (as I think would be the response of a lot of foreign people entering this district) I kinda felt at home for a while, remembering the good days (when I was robbed 4 times in 8 months) in the Dominican republic.
Ahhhh, sweet memories