Name your price and I'll pay up.

I want time to stop. Right now.



Picture taken from Deviantart *hopes no one's gonna arrest her*

Vacation Fever.

Cabo Verde - rocked into a comfortable, quiet calm by the relaxed music seeming to seep out through every open door and window immediately inviting you in. The people's motto? No stress. What is not to love?


Well, this guy doesn't seem like he's in a rush. Oh how I wish my life could be like that - one lazy summer day in the sun.

This old, rusty car melted our hearts and we had to take a picture!


Kiting! Wherever you turned your gaze, you could be sure to see a kiter, yum!

I present to you - dog poop island, I am not exaggerating when I say that it really looks like it.

Well, I have to run, this post was too short, dang it.
(The fab photographer is my sister, Rikke,)

Bye!

Flea Market Alert!

Ahoy! The spring is around the corner and with it follows the most awesome places to find vintage and unique finds - flea markets!
Last weekend I attended my first flea market of the year, and even though the selection wasn't that good, it was still good to be back and scoop up riddiculously cheap stuff. It was my sister who was the one to introduce me to the trend, and despise the fact that I was a liiittle skeptic to the entire lot, I was hooked after the first market - where I found two oldish-looking leather suitcases and some other stuff.
Now, we've got one to search through every weekend for quite some time ahead, whoop whoop.




Above is two kettles and a globe made out of metal which I found on the previous market. I think we gave 20 kr for or something. I say it's a bargain - you may not agree with me but whaevva.
The kettles are quite tired and outdated, so I'm thinking about planting some cute, white flowers in them when the summer comes and put them on the staircase on our cottage. I can't wait!

Tomorrow - hopefully - I will add some pictures from my vacation in Cabo Verde! Wey ; )

What do you think of flea markets?

Fly on the wall.

I just felt like making one thing clear, so that there aren't anyone wondering (hopefully there isn't). I don't write this blog in English because I feel supahfly and awesuumm when I write, and neither do I do it because I think that this blog will blow off the charts and become famous all over the world (lol). No, I do it because I think it is easier, in many ways.
First.., I like the language in itself better, because face it..., English is way better than Norwegian. Second, it gives me the opportunity to distance myself from my thoughts and feelings a little bit - making me kind of like a fly on the wall, inside my own head - it's a little coolish if I might say so myself.
Third, this is an international blogging site - so that finished it off, English was the only option.
Thaha, okay bye ;D

The beat of my life.

YOU KNOW THE WAY your feet always seem to move at the pace of your music? The way walking is suddenly that much easier to deal with?
You can choose to listen to an easy-going, slow, guitar song, and let your feet be led away, or if you're in a rush, you can choose one that makes your feet move at a supernatural speed ..., I would like to have that to help me about what pace to lead my life. What pace to make decisions, what pace to work in and what pace to make the progression happening, because I sure as hell could need it. But it's not as easy as moving your feet to live life, is it? You cannot push play and let someone else lead you away.
Life is about making mistakes, and stepping wrong, so there is someting that is similar to walking - the stepping wrong part. If only it was as easy as putting one foot in front of the other and just ... walk.
I think I am on a good path now though, dry land. For now.

Oh, the sentimentality. Shit.





Lily Allen - Naive.

Winter depressions.

Lately, I've been feeling out of place and bummed for no apparent reason, and there's been days when just getting up in the morning has been a mission impossible, and even food (which I LOVE) seems bland, and I eat out of habit, not want.
So..., after a lot of similar symptoms, I've realized that what is really going on is a case of winter depressions. The snow, the cold, the darkness, the excessive clothing, the wetness when the snow melts slooowly... Fuck it all! I want it gone, and I want my bloody sun back! I want to pack a bag, buy some delicious food, and bike down to the beach, or up to the lake. Every morning I tell myself that now, I am one day closer to the day when the snow has left. And Goddamned, I will have my summer soon. Even if I have to bribe the pope to put in a good word with God or whatever, I will do it.

So people, when the summer does come, you will find me splaying out in the sun all day long with my dorky friends, free of any dark thoughts - I'm not really this down if you did not know.

So, so sorry.

First, I want to say I'm sorry to all my non-existing blog readers, whom I haven't given a new post in quiiite a while. Secondly, I want to say that I've been given work over my head, I don't know how the teachers believe that one person can do all that work - and have a social life. Well.., maybe they don't think the latter is all that important. Doesn't seem like it. Sigh.

The last week or so has been all but cloudy! It's sunny all day, and as I look up from my laptop and out the window now, the sun is smiling at me! The sun which I've missed almost to the extent of psychosis. So..., I feel a little guilty about sitting indoors now. Aaaanywho!

This is a short post.., but I want to say that I am BACK! I think. Thehe.

talk to you later!