http://www.aftenposten.no/amagasinet/article2727527.ece
sjekk ut artikkelen. utrolig mye bra her for en som orker aa tenke over alt storre enn seg selv.
Peace. Ida.
søndag 26. oktober 2008
lørdag 25. oktober 2008
Spynorsk
Til alle dere som fortsatt må ha nynorsk:
http://ikkepedia.org/wiki/Spynorsk
Enjoy Life people:D
Peace.
http://ikkepedia.org/wiki/Spynorsk
Enjoy Life people:D
Peace.
fredag 24. oktober 2008
Just another poem about being a girl
Nothing Girl
by Christelle Duvenage
Maybe I wear baggies
and white socks with flip-flops,
maybe I don't like listening to rave
and I'm not on the social mountaintops,
maybe I don't care about the things
that make your worlds twirl,
maybe you look at me and think:
Gee, what a nothing girl.
Maybe I like giving smiles
which seems to be a sin today,
and maybe I allow my imagination
to sometimes run away,
maybe you don't understand this
and that's why you cannot see,
if this make me a nothing girl,
hey, that's ok with me!
The world makes you believe
your personality mustn't be detected,
your face must be picture perfect
and wear cloths just the best,
to be accepted.
Maybe I look at you
and feel sorry that you're blind,
robots you have become,
yourself you'll never find.
God made you, as well as me,
this means I am something,
the world is a liar
and if I must be a nothing
for you to see it,then so be it!
Peace out girls
by Christelle Duvenage
Maybe I wear baggies
and white socks with flip-flops,
maybe I don't like listening to rave
and I'm not on the social mountaintops,
maybe I don't care about the things
that make your worlds twirl,
maybe you look at me and think:
Gee, what a nothing girl.
Maybe I like giving smiles
which seems to be a sin today,
and maybe I allow my imagination
to sometimes run away,
maybe you don't understand this
and that's why you cannot see,
if this make me a nothing girl,
hey, that's ok with me!
The world makes you believe
your personality mustn't be detected,
your face must be picture perfect
and wear cloths just the best,
to be accepted.
Maybe I look at you
and feel sorry that you're blind,
robots you have become,
yourself you'll never find.
God made you, as well as me,
this means I am something,
the world is a liar
and if I must be a nothing
for you to see it,then so be it!
Peace out girls
søndag 19. oktober 2008
Having faith
What is it that makes us have faith in people? Makes us give away our hearts, again and again. They cheat. They blow us off. They even lie. They break our hearts, stamp on them, crush them until what's left is only dust and sand. Still, we keep believing. We keep trying to find something in that person, something good I guess, that we can trust upon. That we can depend upon.
And time after time, day after day they prove us wrong. And guess what, we keep believing. I just don't get it. Why? Are we so desperate to find someone to spend our life with, someone who is going to be there for us even when we are cricket and ugly, old and helpless, someone who even then only sees the beautiful person we are on the inside? Maybe the one they see on the inside is who they see on the outside, no matter how disgusting the person feel about themselves.
You always read about people head over heels in love right? Everything their beloved one does is the most graceful thing they have ever seen in their life. It doesn't matter how many faults and bad habits she has, she is an angel, the one who makes your life brighter and worth living. The one who makes you believe in a future that probably never will be fulfilled.. . .
The lovestories in books, in novels, they don't come true. That kind of stuff is made up, it's a poor authors fantasy. Their dream of reality. The head-over-heels-love, yeah, that never happens and if it does it so rare that people look at it as a myth, a fairytale. You see, part of being an good writer is to put parts of yourself into whatever it is that you are writing. Making it personal, but not crossing the line. You know how it goes, putting parts of yourself into every page, and that is exactly what writers do. Ending up making you believe in their dreams no matter how wicked and crazy they are.
Well..I guess we don't want to give up on things. Finding stuff to worship and ignoring faults are part of the sacrifice we make. Instead of letting go, we hold on as if it's the only right thing to do.
Peace.. . .
And time after time, day after day they prove us wrong. And guess what, we keep believing. I just don't get it. Why? Are we so desperate to find someone to spend our life with, someone who is going to be there for us even when we are cricket and ugly, old and helpless, someone who even then only sees the beautiful person we are on the inside? Maybe the one they see on the inside is who they see on the outside, no matter how disgusting the person feel about themselves.
You always read about people head over heels in love right? Everything their beloved one does is the most graceful thing they have ever seen in their life. It doesn't matter how many faults and bad habits she has, she is an angel, the one who makes your life brighter and worth living. The one who makes you believe in a future that probably never will be fulfilled.. . .
The lovestories in books, in novels, they don't come true. That kind of stuff is made up, it's a poor authors fantasy. Their dream of reality. The head-over-heels-love, yeah, that never happens and if it does it so rare that people look at it as a myth, a fairytale. You see, part of being an good writer is to put parts of yourself into whatever it is that you are writing. Making it personal, but not crossing the line. You know how it goes, putting parts of yourself into every page, and that is exactly what writers do. Ending up making you believe in their dreams no matter how wicked and crazy they are.
Well..I guess we don't want to give up on things. Finding stuff to worship and ignoring faults are part of the sacrifice we make. Instead of letting go, we hold on as if it's the only right thing to do.
Peace.. . .
søndag 12. oktober 2008
torsdag 9. oktober 2008
9|10|2008
"I feel safe today. I don't know how to describe it. I just feel safe, you know? Like whatever people say, I know that I won't care, that I am not afraid of people judging me or commenting on whatever I am wearing. Back home, I never really felt safe. Even though I trust the people around me over there, I was always careful not to say anything stupid or wear something too weird. Always thinking twice over what to say before it came out. Here it is more like, I can't say anything wrong. Or if I do, people don't care, and that makes me care less too.
Right here, right now I fit in. Like I was born to be here, with these people, in this house, at this school. I love my life so much right now that I feel like if I wasn't here people would notice. I know it sounds stupid, how can you miss something you never had or never did, right? And I know that if I had stayed home this year it wouldn't be that different here, but still I kind of want to believe that people would miss me if I wasn't here.
Today at the mall, I was in the bookstore with one of my friends and he was reading about this book and I stood beside him reading over his shoulder and then he said that he had the weirdest deja vu..like if he had been there in some wicked dream, over one year ago, with me. I believed him. Not because I dream about stuff that happen a while later, but because I like to believe in that kind of stuff. It makes me think about faith, that there is a plan laid out for us. Like I was supposed to go here, supposed to meet these people. I know it sounds whacked and sick, but still.. I really can't deny the feeling I have right now.
Maybe there is a plan for everyone, maybe there is a certain path that we are meant to follow, to stay on. Taking shortcuts now and then changes the outcome, but still we kind of end up just as planned. I don't know if I want it to already be planned, at the same time I kind of do. "
Got some strange things going on here right now. Messy thoughts I guess. No sleep tonight then..oh well...I'll do my best.
Peace. IDa.
Right here, right now I fit in. Like I was born to be here, with these people, in this house, at this school. I love my life so much right now that I feel like if I wasn't here people would notice. I know it sounds stupid, how can you miss something you never had or never did, right? And I know that if I had stayed home this year it wouldn't be that different here, but still I kind of want to believe that people would miss me if I wasn't here.
Today at the mall, I was in the bookstore with one of my friends and he was reading about this book and I stood beside him reading over his shoulder and then he said that he had the weirdest deja vu..like if he had been there in some wicked dream, over one year ago, with me. I believed him. Not because I dream about stuff that happen a while later, but because I like to believe in that kind of stuff. It makes me think about faith, that there is a plan laid out for us. Like I was supposed to go here, supposed to meet these people. I know it sounds whacked and sick, but still.. I really can't deny the feeling I have right now.
Maybe there is a plan for everyone, maybe there is a certain path that we are meant to follow, to stay on. Taking shortcuts now and then changes the outcome, but still we kind of end up just as planned. I don't know if I want it to already be planned, at the same time I kind of do. "
Got some strange things going on here right now. Messy thoughts I guess. No sleep tonight then..oh well...I'll do my best.
Peace. IDa.
mandag 6. oktober 2008
6|10|2008
"Love the moment. Flowers grow out of dark moments. Therefore, each moment is vital. It affects the whole. Life is a succession of such moments and to live each, is to succeed."
- Corita Kent
- Corita Kent
fredag 3. oktober 2008
3 oktober 2008
akkurat naa er jeg nervos som bare f***....homecoming next. jeg har kjolen, skoene, oredobbene og sminken, alt jeg trenger naa er selvtilliten til aa baere alt sammen...hva om jeg er overpyntet, for lite pyntet, dummer meg ut, faar store svetteringer under armene, sklir paa glatt gulv, knekker en av de hoye helene mine, noen soler drinken sin paa meg, jeg faller paa dansegulvet, danser daarlig o teit, eller alt det andre som har skjedd paa film og i virkeligheten...??
skjonner ikke hvor jenter faar selvtilliten til aa baere stroppelose kjoler og hoye heler...
jaja, fem minutter igjen naa...faar vel bare late som om jeg har paa meg helt vanlige klaer.
(ja, mormor og morfar og mamma og pappa. Young har tatt bilder av meg, med sitt profesjonelle kamera til og med:P)
Peace Out. This is it. Ida.
skjonner ikke hvor jenter faar selvtilliten til aa baere stroppelose kjoler og hoye heler...
jaja, fem minutter igjen naa...faar vel bare late som om jeg har paa meg helt vanlige klaer.
(ja, mormor og morfar og mamma og pappa. Young har tatt bilder av meg, med sitt profesjonelle kamera til og med:P)
Peace Out. This is it. Ida.
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