TV

Ha, ha, ha!
I watched a little TV here the other day. I hardly ever do that anymore, but now it was kinda fun. I looked at that show called "Dharma and Greg" and I have to say I recognized a lot from my parents there. Can you guess from which parent-couple?
I was laughing my ass off at times because it was so like hearing my mom.

Also now I of course feel a little guilty about the post I did yesterday. It is my "we have to love and accept all" feelings kicking in again. I am a damned hippie sometimes, ha ha!
Well, gotta allow myself to be shallow and judgmental now and then too, don`t I?

Downtown Oslo in the weekends

I took the subway downtown tonight. To take the subway or even to be downtown in Oslo nighttime in the weekends is a special experience.
I was sitting next to some people who seemed to force my attention on them.
Not because they were having fun, not because they seemed to get any pleasure out of this, they were just deeply and genuinely pathetic.
The only thing they were showing off were their attempts to try and look strong and cool in others eyes. They couldn't have looked smaller in mine.
They made an extremely well example of why fashion is something selling well in Norway today - because its filled up with people of sheepish non-individual behavior and thinking.
I wasn't just disliking these people, I was loathing them.
It felt like was taking a trip on a subway filled with baboons.

I am sorry, but I have to allow myself to be a bitch now and then too.

I have been tagged

Oh, it seems I have been tagged. This is something unknown to me until this very day, but life is a learning-process isn't it? .... So, heh.
Being tagged means according to Sangroncito -who did this evil deed to me (sob, sob*) I have to list five to ten songs that I am currently "digging". Since I found this extremely painful and a total waste of my time, I spent even more time on it and added 18** instead (Never been so good on following rules MUHAHHA!*huge grin*

This will reveal one of my hidden secrets for many years (shame, shame, but I will give in for the pressure)
Then I am instructed to tag five other people to make them reveal their shame to the world as well (So much fun, HAH!)

*I am actually enjoying this, but trying to make it look like I suffer so you wont understand my pathetic pleasure for decadent random silliness like this.
**I actually added 19, so I cheated even more. I am impossible* sigh*

1. Beloved VNV Nation (Makes me disappear and float)
2. A sortof fairytale - Tori Amos (I am ever faithful to Tori)
3. The dancer - PJ.Harvey (Listen to me scream together with her, ha ha)
4. Balladen om briggen Blue Bird av Hull - Imperiet (This is awesome - makes my cry)
5. Asking too much - Ani Difranco (Yeah baby! She knows the deal)
6. Human nature & Erotica - Madonna (Shit did I really admit this? My bad taste is official)
7. The lady of shalott - Loreena McKennit (Or ANYTHING else by her, beautiful)
8. Spirit dance - Dead can dance
9. What a Wonderful World - Louis Armstrong (NEVER gets old!)
10: Henry Lee - PJ.Harvey and Nick Cave (Just a dash of evil)
11: I know you by heart - Eva Cassidy (Speaks to my heart)
12: Got to see you again - Norah Jones (Just because)
13: Svefn-g-englar - Sigur Ros
14: Rammstein - Rammstein (Very good for jumping up and down and screaming, he he)
15: Winter poem (Radka Toneff)
16: Riders on the storm - The Doors (Never dies)
17: Ode to joy - Beethoven (This man was a genius, no doubt)
18: O Fortuna , Carmina Burana - Carl Orf (This is awesome - gives me goosepumps)


There. I listed the songs I am currently obsessed by.

Now....
My victims will be:

Bloggerihuana

Entropy

Just a girl in the world

Dreamer of Dreams' Journal

Life of a Left-Handed Plebe

Considerr yourself tagged (MUHAHAHAH)

A little bit about my father

I have been visiting my father.
My father is a very strange man, and for me now, he is strange in a very good way.

He lives long up in the forrest by himself, in a house that you barely can call a house, but its a wonderful place.
The backyard is filled with all kinds of random twings, like an old cow cranium nailed to a wooden plank, a bathtub, a sofa sitting-gorup, a tractor, a large sculpture you can play and make music on, a tiny house for kids to play in, lots of flowers spread all over, and a huge pile of screwdrivers and other tools.

The house, which is all made of wood, has floors that cracks when you walk on them, a crystal chandelier hanging from the roof and all kinds of paintings and drawings he has made himself on the walls.
He also has a fox that comes and visits him now and then, which has gotten pretty tame and accustomed to him.
He is about 1.78 cm tall, constantly looks like he hasn't shaved for about a week (which I dont think he has either) and he has black and some grayish hair. He is an extremely social and outgoing man, but also a lonewolf.

I think in the beginning, as a kid, I looked up to my father a lot, but it changed through the years.
He and my mom split up when I was born and one could say that he left us both, even though I think he saw me like onse a year or something like that after I was 3 years old.
When I was 3 my mother decided too look above all the argument they've had, and contact him so I could meet him. This was after an incident where she found me outside on the doorstep yelling "father" "father" to the sky and the clouds.
I think he was my hero for a short period of time, until I just felt betrayed and really not seen or appreciated as I yearned for, and after this realization I closed my heart for him. At this time he was highly narsisistic and had a lot of anxiety.

I had some sporadic contact with him through the years, but very rarely. Until I was a round 10 years old, when he suddenly came back all dyeing to take up what had been wasted these years. Now he wanted to be a dad.
I think it was waaay to late. It had been too late already at the age of 4 when I closed myself in grief and loss.
But, we then started to meet up every 2nd week. Mostly because he and my mother insisted, I felt forzed. My mother with the argument that having a fatherffigure would be good for me, and maybe we could mend the old wounds.

This is my father making an ice-sculpture

My fathers intentions remained unspoken.
This continued until I was 15, when I got a burst of anger, was fed up wit a lot of his childish and narsisistic behavour (at that time) and broke it off with him for 9 years.

I think he has struggled a lot throughout the years, but now he seems to have found a lot more peace. I have just gotten to really know him the last two years, after deciding to contact him again, and now I think he is a wonderful, funny, sweet and creative guy, which I actually love to hang out with.

Pictures of some sculptures my father has made (Most of them are sound-sculptures, which he has had conserts on)

Today

Today I have:
Stopped and smelled a rose for several minutes on my way home
Been unable to find my keys and used the same amount of time finding them in my purse as I used smelling the rose
stared at a girl on the subway eating an icecream just because she did it in a really sexy way
Jumped "paradise" in the street just because (Is it called paradise in English too?)
Listened to the same song 15 times in a row
Gone to bed kinda early (1 am) but been unable to sleep before 4:30 am because I was so hyper
Thought a lot about people I know and had pretend conversation with them in my head
Eaten a large chunk of cheese

Vodka with Russhians

Oooooooooooooooooooh!
I am soooo damned hangovered.
Never drink Vodka together with Russhians.
It will involve a lot of fun, but also a huge hangover.

Do you know who wrote this? ;)

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Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool,
though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved."

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Second drawing by Aasa .

This drawing is of my uncle as a kid.
I made it after constant
nagging from him for
many years about it.

I am not so much a fan of this style,
cause I think it`s kinda kitschy.
But I do like the exercise
it gives me in getting it
like the picture he gave me.
The hard part is never drawing it
and getting the shapes and shades, but to get it like the original.

I will post the original picture here if I find it,
as I was very pleased with the similarity.

Some more random sillyness

...LINK..(Ha, ha, ha)...
Take a good look at the direction the story takes on page 7.

New Information about Alberts disappearance

I have just received some quite disturbing news. It might seem that Albert never ran off, but was actually the victim of a jealous and evil creature who I underestimated in huge proportions. The spider better known as Hyacinth.
I also take a lot of blame upon myself, for having mistreated her (throwing her out the window every morning) and caused jealousy by having a favorite. Still it can never justify such an heinous crime..
I have been informed she was very recently spotted in a bathroom in England, more precisely London ( Look here for firther information) and I hear her evil spirit, which to my great remorse, I never saw clearly is still most vital.

Here si a picture in memory of Albert.

A little story about my good friend Albert **

I once had a very good friend, and his name was Albert. It was some years back when I lived in the Caribbean, in the Dominican republic.

I lived in a house that I rented from a Dominican family. Well, to call it a house would be a large overstatement...It was a little shack in their backyard.
But it did offer some luxury... When I was lying on my bed at night, I could see the moon and the stars just peeking through the holes in the door and the gap between the roof and the walls.
I also has a lot of different friends stopping by all around the clock, sadly I usually only noticed them in the mornings
- when they were hanging from my walls.
You had Hyacinth, who was a huge spider. She was very social and never came without all of her family and friends.But, my very best friend in this house was Albert. Albert was actually the only one I didn`t throw out the window every morning.(-That's the sign of a true lasting friendship if you ask me)
He lived in my bathroom, behind the mirror. He was about 4 cm long and black and he was a gecko.(Would be a little scary if he was human, considering his choice of living place, no?) In the mornings, after throwing out Hyacinth and her enthusiastic crowd of friends and relatives I went into Alberts room to get ready for the day. I never saw him when I entering the room (I always suspected him not to be much of a morningbird)
But when I got into the shower and glanced over at the mirror I could normally get a glimpse of a drowsy little head popping out and greeting me.

Have you ever seen an animal looking like it had a rally bad hangover?? That was Albert every morning. In the evenings he was never there. I gotta admit, I had my own suspicions about his activities at those hours.

Well, after living in this house for 3 weeks, I had got pretty fond of Albert and our little morning-ritual.But then, suddenly, one morning after the sneaky cleaning-lady had been doing her "cleaning" I went to the bathroom for a shower and the response of Alberts drowsy head popping out to greet me was extremely slow. Or to say it in better words - It was extremely non-existent. So I had to do something I had never done before, (because I cherish and respect others privacy.) I had to sneak up to the mirror and look behind, into Alberts most private spheres, to see if he was okay or maybe just a tiny little bit more hungover than usual. - Something which would imply immediate assistance from the nearest hospital. (Or the weird woman down the street with filthy bottles as we also called her)
To my shock and horror, there was NO Albert there.
HE was missing.
He had left me.
And he dint even leave a note.

After thinking this through for many hard years together with my therapist, I figured out that Albert must have ran off with the cleaninglady.
(Sob)

** This story is based on true events and the somewhat twisted mind of a poor norwegian girl.

Equality

I find it disturbing and shocking that we in the year 2005 still don't give humans the same equal rights. Discrimination, racism and predjudice still rules our societies.
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Marriage is love.

Only dead fish go with the stream

Who are the outcasts of our society?

The "normal"
or
The loosers? - The people with standards which didnt fit our little made up square of reality?

You take a pick!
(Or come up with more alternatives maybe?)

LISTS: List 1: Things I enjoyed as a kid

I have enjoying making lists lately.....
If any of you would want to share your own lists that would be awesome
Here is one of mine:

water
lego
these little tapes with adventures and fairytales that my mom used to buy to me
playing detective
clubs
detective
spying
clibing things
clibing houses
making a huge speed on my swing and jump off it
making a huge speed on the swing I had inside my room, build a large pile of stuff in front of it, and jump over it
have my friend to make a huge speed on my swing, build a huge pile of stuff in front of it, lay myself on top of that, and make her jump over it (Yes, sounds a little crazy now when I look back, ha ha)
get dirty
jump in ponds
do things people dared me to that they didnt think I would do
make up stories
jump
jump really hard into a dirty pond when I had really neat and clean clothes
my mother reading books for me
climbing rooftops
jumping from one roof to the other
climbing "the rotten plank" that lead to the first roof we used to start our roofclimbing with, that looked like it was going to fall apart anytime
cabins
building pretendcabins
building pretendhouses
the secret cabin we had in the forrest nearby
forests
flowers
making garlands out of flowers
drawing
painting
drawing comic with princess and princesses as main characters
comic and cartoons
He-man
Starwars
Darth Wader (I thought he was awesome)
climbing trees
getting up at 7 am to see cartoons on skychannel with my bestfriend and eat loads of candy
my best friend
cutting off all the hair on my boring-girly-dolls and draw on them with a permanent marker (maybe I was a little disturbed, ha ha)
playing hospital with my stuffed animals
my fav stuffed animal "Smule"(his name) which was a handpuppet rabbit I made a pretend voice to, who (Yes, he is a WHO) came with us on all vacations
"Lille skuff" (translation: Little drawer - its his name, don't ask me why) my second best stuffed animal
(I felt guilty about having favorite stuffed animals, because I dint want to hurt any of their feelings, so I put all of them in my bed, even the ones I dint like)
playing boardgames
press the doorbell of strangers apartments and tell them strange things, when they picked it up, and run
making fake survey-phonecalls, asking people questions
the club-locals me and me best friend had in the attic, that we called "The black rose club" (of course we changed the name now and then)
recording pretend radioshows with political and sports interviews on my taperecorder
dressing up in weird costumes, putting on my moms LP player, and mime and sing to the old records from the 70s that she had , dancing on the livingroom-table with my bestfriend
cardboardboxes (they can be made into ANYTHING)
having a big roll of yarn and roll it around all the furniture and livingroom pretending to be a huuuge spider
deserted houses (they were like magic treasures we could explore)
finding things people had abandoned
fleemarkets
swingchairs

This will be udated if I come up with more

LISTS: List 2: Animals

Here is a list over the animals I`ve seen in my life (In real life and free, zoos not included, hmmm, I seem to have included barnyard animals, oh well)

dolphins
badger
elk
deer
whale
pig
cat
dog
camel
sheep
all kinds of fish
chicken
ermine
squirrel
snake
cow
horse
all kinds of small birds
eagle
hawk

MAAAN; I cannot seem to remeber any more now.
I will update this soon
:)

The desert

I was thinking about the desert.
How it would be to lye on a top in the desert (I Actually did once, many years ago) in the middle of the night. A mild warm breeze caressing your skin. The mind is still and soft. The ground welcomes your body in a gentle way. I could just lye still and look at the stars. The sky looks endless in the desert. It feels like the stars are the roof of the sky that will never seize to show themselves to you. In moments like that its like one can see our lives better. Our little stresses in everydaylife, how small they seem under the desert sky.

Mother

GRRRRRRRRROOOOORRRAAARRR!!!
That woman can piss me off more than anybody in this entire world
I think she will make me explode one day

IMBT / Jungian personality test

Jung Explorer Test

Actualized type: ENFP/ENTP
(who you are)

Extroverted (E) 76.67% Introverted (I) 23.33%
Intuitive (N) 75.76% Sensing (S) 24.24%
Thinking (T) 50% Feeling (F) 50%
Perceiving (P) 72.22% Judging (J) 27.78%

ENTP - "Inventor". Enthusiastic interest in everything and always sensitive to possibilities. Non-conformist and innovative. 3.2% of the total population.

Preferred type: ENFP
(who you prefer to be)

Extroverted (E) 75.86% Introverted (I) 24.14%
Intuitive (N) 68.75% Sensing (S) 31.25%
Feeling (F) 53.13% Thinking (T) 46.88%
Perceiving (P) 86.67% Judging (J) 13.33%

ENFP - "Journalist". Uncanny sense of the motivations of others. Life is an exciting drama. 8.1% of total population.

Attraction type: ENFP/ENTP

(who you are attracted to)

Extroverted (E) 84.38% Introverted (I) 15.63%
Intuitive (N) 80% Sensing (S) 20%
Feeling (F) 50% Thinking (T) 50%
Perceiving (P) 71.43% Judging (J) 28.57%

ENFP - "Journalist". Uncanny sense of the motivations of others. Life is an exciting drama. 8.1% of total population.

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Thinking about the scores:
I was a little surprised by these results. Mostly because they had such a funny comparison between what I see myself as, or want to be, what I am attracted to, and what I actually am.
I was also a little surprised to see that they put me as a T / P.
I guess before I always though I was basically a lot more feeling-dominated. But I have also changed a lot the last 6 months and also got more aware of who I am.
The funny part for me was to see that it seems like I WANT to perceive myself as more feeling-dominated.
I think the reason for that is that sometimes I can be somewhat hard and principle-minded. And when I do I am not very compassionate. I guess I have a little problem with that, as I basically want to be compassionate and I really don't want to hurt ANYBODY in this entire world EVER. But that can hardly be done, when you have to stand up for what you are and what you believe in.
It also seems like I want to see myself as more perceiving than judging(than I actually am), and I think that goes back to the same thing.. I never LIKE to judge anybody or put a label etc on things. But in real life you are forced to, one cannot be without judgment. But damn, I just want all to be treated with respect :)
So basically, the differences in "Who I am" and "What I prefer to be" is my more idealistic tendencies hitting through, being in conflict with the actual world and the realism I would be forced to apply, which makes me who I am also.
Hmm, I also seem to want to be slightly more sensing thank I am. I would have to think a little more about that, before I can give any conclutions, but it sure is interesting to me.
And also the fact that I WANT to be more sensing. BUT I AM attracted to those with more intuition than sensing...hmmmmmmm.....but I seem to want those I am attracted to to be AS judging as I am in real life, and not as judging as I WOULD ideally want to be.
This was fun and shows some complexities I was not aware of before. I need to take this test a few times to see if I get the same result.

Election-day closing up

Soon there's election-day in Norway. I am not sure what to vote for yet, but I am surely looking forward to it. The reason why I don't know yet is that I am a little tactic in a way. I have two parties that I agree with, the one more than the other. BUT, the one I agree with more doesn't stand much of a chance getting any representatives in the parliament. So the thing is, I will follow the election closely and see if this part has ANY chance at all actually getting a representative. If they do I will surely vote for them and be a support to what I most believe in in addition to helping them get at least a little foot inside the big run. BUT, if they don't seem to have a chance, I will do as last time, and vote for the party I favor second, that actually already has some representatives and have an opportunity to maybe get in government (MAN; would that be awesome, if they did I don't even think I would want to leave Norway, ha ha)
Oh, well...It will be exciting....maybe I am the one of the few here who think voting still is exciting, ha ha!
I wonder which political views the people who read this blog have, would be cool to know. I should have some barometer which you could click on and which could measure it. Damn, I should go browse and see if something like that exists.
If there was something as a "love everybody and do what's best for mankind-party" I would surely vote for it. I am a sentimental sucker, ha ha.

Some old classics

The End

This is the end
Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend, the end

Of our elaborate plans, the end
Of everything that stands, the end
No safety or surprise, the end
I'll never look into your eyes...again

Can you picture what will be
So limitless and free
Desperately in need...of some...stranger's hand
In a...desperate land

Lost in a Roman...wilderness of pain
And all the children are insane
All the children are insane
Waiting for the summer rain, yeah

There's danger on the edge of town
Ride the King's highway, baby
Weird scenes inside the gold mine
Ride the highway west, baby

Ride the snake, ride the snake
To the lake, the ancient lake, baby
The snake is long, seven miles
Ride the snake...he's old, and his skin is cold

The west is the best
The west is the best
Get here, and we'll do the rest

The blue bus is callin' us
The blue bus is callin' us
Driver, where you taken' us

The killer awoke before dawn, he put his boots on
He took a face from the ancient gallery
And he walked on down the hall
He went into the room where his sister lived, and...then he
Paid a visit to his brother, and then he
He walked on down the hall, and
And he came to a door...and he looked inside
Father, yes son, I want to kill you
Mother...I want to...fuck you

C'mon baby, take a chance with us
C'mon baby, take a chance with us
C'mon baby, take a chance with us
And meet me at the back of the blue bus
Doin' a blue rock
On a blue bus
Doin' a blue rock
C'mon, yeah

This is the end
Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend, the end

It hurts to set you free
But you'll never follow me
The end of laughter and soft lies
The end of nights we tried to die

This is the end

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The Crystal Ship

Before you slip into unconsciousness
I'd like to have another kiss
Another flashing chance at bliss
Another kiss, another kiss

The days are bright and filled with pain
Enclose me in your gentle rain
The time you ran was too insane
We'll meet again, we'll meet again

Oh tell me where your freedom lies
The streets are fields that never die
Deliver me from reasons why
You'd rather cry, I'd rather fly

The crystal ship is being filled
A thousand girls, a thousand thrills
A million ways to spend your time
When we get back, I'll drop a line


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