A chance?

I sat in class today when I suddenly got the idea for a new story, and I wondered if you guys would perhaps give me some feedback about what's okay, and what's not so okay? *smiles timidly*

"What're you thinking about?"
I lay on my back with my eyes closed.
"Hair dye," I said and and smiled vaguely.
"Why?" I heard shuffling and opened my eyes. Sarah was supporting herself on one elbow and squinted at me through half-lidded eyes - probably blinded by the sun.
"I'm thinking about dying my hair." I knew she would object.
"Why?" her voice seemed a little worried - just as I had expected.
"Because I'm sick of the color of it." I wanted to add the duh, but felt like it would be to do the same thing twice over.
"I think it's nice," she said, her voice soft.
"Nah, it's ugly."
"Oh." There was a long silence.
"What color?"
"What?" I asked and suddenly realized I had closed my eyes again. The sun always got me sleepy.
"What color are you dyeing your hair?"
"Light brown or black. Whatever is the cheapest." I did not bother asking her about her opinion. It was probably rude, no, it was rude, but I did not want her thinking I cared - I never had. She did not seem to need to be asked of an opinion.
"I think light brown would suit you best," her voice had passed timid now, going for inaudible. Our conversations always reached the point where I turned bored and she timid. We had just reached it. I smiled.
"I think I'll go with black."
"Oh." She lay down on her back again, I felt relieved - maybe she would stop talking.
"Have you ever noticed that clouds resemble things? Animals, people, plants, houses... There's an entire world up there, have you seen it?" she said then. I glanced over at her and saw that she was resting her hands on her stomach, looking up at the cluttered-clouded sky with a smile on her face resembling marveling.
"No," I said and closed my eyes. I felt mean, but it was Sarah so it did not matter.




I picture them laying in a field, and this is the one.

What do you think of the mood in the story?
What do you think will happen?(if you bother, doh.)
And yes, the main character is a boy. I felt the need of a change, so instead of writing as a girl, I decided to be inside the boy's mind!

If you want to I can write a short summary later :)



-Song of the day: Such Great Heights by Iron & Wine.

Woop Woop.

Hook 'em.

Colorful, Sparkly costumes and constantly bright smiles. Circus.



I believe that almost everyone has been to a circus at least once, it might've been as a child going there with its parents or friends, or going with ones child(ren) as the parent. I remember happy memories from the few trips I've had to the circus - hillarious clowns and animals doing astonishing maneuvres.




I didn't see anything wrong in it when I was a child - because I didn't know how wrong keeping animals like most circuses do is.
Of course, now, I know better. I know that the animals I saw at the centre circle beneath the soaring limelight entertaining us humans probably didn't find it as pleasing themselves. Tiny, inhumane cages, whips, beating, starvation, dangerous tricks and physical terror are some of the things circus animals experience every day. They're treated worse than the "freakshows of the human world" were treated when keeping humans with unusual abilities or flaws locked up was common. We've learned to know that treating humans that way is very wrong, so why is it so hard to understand that keeping animals the same way is wrong, too?

"Sink that hook into ‘em ... when you hear that screaming then you know you got their attention. … " This is an authentic quote from a circus employee caught on tape.



Is this the way a wild elephant would act? Of course not, so why make them? Is it really that entertaining? Did you know that to tame an elephant into obeying their "master" they're exposed to electric shock, baseball bats and whips. Sick. As the quote above states, they also use sharp bull hooks driven into the most vulnerable places on their bodywhich causes the animal a lot of pain - and they're often disguised as gentle, rubber hooks as to fool the audience into believing that they do no harm to the animal.




Most of the year they're either loaded on trucks or chained to a pole or a car. It is very common for circus animals to develop mental distress as they are caged in spaces so small that they can hardly turn around or reposition themselves. This leads to repeated motions over and over with no understandable purpose. It is also common that they have to sleep, eat and defecate in that little cage.



Please, do not visit circuses starring animals. The animals are most likely living under horrible conditions which they do not deserve, and as long as people visit the circus, there will be a market for it, and before there'll be a law forbidding it, they will continue their awful industry.

As I was walking home yesterday with some friends, I noticed all these red posters hanging on every street light and as I walked closer, realized they were advertising a circus. We tore them down. "Sorry."

Song of the day: Circus by Britney Spears.

Have you been to a circus?
What do you think of circuses?

Question mark.

I just want to ask the people reading this babbling blog one thing(probably escalating into further questions, if I know myself correctly.)

What is expected of a blogger?What is expected of me?
Is there something you would like to read more or less of?
Any subjects to write about?
And what do you think of my blog?

See? I managed to ask 5 questions instead of one...typical!
I just want to know what you guys want to read so I can improve, that's all!
Btw, just gotten a banner/header -ish thing. Dunno what to call it. What do you think?


Song of the day: Die by Iron & Wine.

Suicidal Scorpion?

I once heard that if a scorpion is held in a cage with the same environments over a longer period, it will sting itself with the dagger on its tail rather than stay trapped, because it cannot live knowing it is held back and has to stay at the same place its whole life. Therefore, those who keep the majestic creatures as pets(God forbid) must rearrange their scorpion's home every day. Every day. Is it worth it? Turn every stone and every branch around, to fool the scorpion into believing it is actually moving around in the world, experiencing new things and areas, and climbing new rocks(which is in reality the same bloody rock it has always climbed).


I'm like a scorpion in some ways, are you?

Routine leaves me restless and system annoys me. I don't like organized work and I don't like it when people cannot think outside the box. I don't like waking up in the morning knowing exactly what my day will consist in because every day before it consisted of the same, and every day to come as well. Maybe that's why I'm not that fond of school.. hmmmm. Yes.

If my confines were restricted to a cramped cage with a tiny rock, some greasy newspaper for a ground to walk upon and some feeble attempt of creating a natural environment by adding a little lump of grass, then I would've settled the poisonous dagger at once. Well, that is if I did in fact have a lethal sting attached to my bottom.


I want my days to be a mystery, what will happen today?

Some call me restless, I call it adventurous. Some day maybe, I'll be okay with settling with what I've got. But not for now - there's so much to do and so many interesting people to meet and so much to see goddamnit! Why waste that on experiencing the same every day, dying slowly in a painfully boring routine?

With school pressed against my throat like a knife I have no other choice but to accept living in a half-routine. Having stones turned over, and my bowl of water changed every now and then. I can't wait till I can do whatever I want. I hope it'll turn out as I wish!


Song of the day: The Fear by Lily Allen.

What do you think of school?
What do you think of routines?

Obsessive Converse Disorder.

I love converse shoes. I think everyone who knows me knows it. They come in so many colors, and thus fit to everything! They're also classics, since they've been around for many, many years. I won't bother searching "converse history" on wikipedia, but I can say as much as Berger wore black converses in the popular hippie musical hair, and it was made in the seventies. My dad also wore converse when he was my age. Point made, they're old - therefore, cooler.

Me and V took some photoes a while ago(before the dreadful snow fled) which I would like to share with you, if you want to see them. If not.., too late! mehehe.Hanging from a tree, feeling the breeze sway your body with it.

I think I'm fine where I am. I will not move.

Walking up a tree to meet them squirrels.

Converse, a camera, a tree and annoying snow = picture time!

These are V's pictures. You might wonder why I never post any of my own pictures, well... that's because my camera died a slow and painful death.. *sobs*

Song of the day: She's Got Style by Never Shout Never.

What do you think of converse shoes?
What's your favorite shoe brand?

Free Hugs!

I want to participate in a Free Hugs campaign.


Yes, why not? I think the idea of it all is brilliant! I don't mean just a couple of teens standing with signs(even though that's awesome, too) but I mean as in a lot of people getting together, signs in their hands, smiles on their faces and arms ready to hug someone who needs it! Gathered up to tear down the hostility towards strangers we've built up inside(strangers aren't really as scary as everyone want us to believe[!!!]). If you've had a low day, wouldn't it be better with a hug? Well, you might say that "I've got friends for that," but not everyone has, and it's those who need it the most!
I received a free hug at Speaker's Corner when I visited London, and guys? It made my day! : 3 It made me realize how much I miss having my friends around whom I can hug anytime!



Doesn't this video make you want to be a part of it,too? You should really visit their homepage to see how it all got started, really.
free hugs homepage.

Song of the day: Train Song by Johnossi.

Have you ever received a free hug?
Have you participated?
What do you think of free hugs campaigns?

Beautiful Spring, Embrace Me!

Now, finally, spring has decided to come to Trondheim, too. My converses are out and ready to do their work, walking me around, and I am ready to follow them. The sun, heat and the smiling flowers make everything better, and I suddenly feel like bursting out into musical singing. Don't you? Spring is surely the best time of year!

I want to post some pictures taken in the high of spring(and everything good) the other day just because they make me happy. I've borrowed them from Kristen, hopefully she won't mind! *crosses fingers*













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What is your favorite time of year, and why?
To you, what is the most certain signs of spring?

A dream Deferred.

What happens to a dream deferred?

Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore--
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over--
like a syrupy sweet?

Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.


Or does it explode?

This is a poem by Langston Hughes, which was presented to us in class once, and it hit home in some ways. As I've mentioned earlier(I think I have) I want to become an author, I don't just want it, it's all I want. I want to be able to wake up in the morning, and not have to rush to some job I will not be satisfied having, but just sit down and write. It's amazing that creating mere words can be a way of living. It's the exact way I want my life to be, filled with words and invented worlds! But then again, I know how scarce the chances are that I will ever become one, and I was thinking about this poem, about a dream deferred. Will my dream of becoming an author not be fulfilled, and therefore sags like a heavy load through my life? Living my life, knowing what could've happened, but didn't?



Don't you feel like filling these empty pages with pretty, pretty words?

And then I think, many, many, many people must have it like that, and that might take away some of the happiness they could have had. I think everyone should take a shot at their dreams, no matter how vast they might be, because you can never know if that dream might've come to life, if you never tried? Think about how many great singers, actors and actresses, composers, leaders, painters and so much more the world has never gotten to see, because they didn't follow their dream? They might think the odds were against them, and instead of trying, they just let their dream lie to dust like a cherished childhood memory in the attic. A dream deferred.

I will not let my dream die that easily, even though I DO know the chances for me actually becoming a published author is a shot in the dark. It might be deferred, I know that, but not without a fight!

Song of the day: Sex On Fire by Kings of Leon.

What's your dream?



this picture is also taken by my sister (as the ones from the post about Cape Verde).

London, aye!

I've been to London for the first time this holiday, and I've experienced quite a lot.

Bear with me and I'll tell you about it in an infantile, cluttered way.

I've taken a sightseeing bus, walked along Hyde Park, taken the underground, seen the Phantom of the opera, bought a lot of clothes, been to all four stories of Top Shop, snuck into a pub, been to speaker's corner, eaten Indian food, seen a pissed guy take a piss at a public place, bought sun glasses and broken them during the same day, been to London tower, learned that Anne Boleyn was accused of having an incestuous relationship with her brother, bought a ton of CD's, taken a whiff of spring, met an awesome Londoner, taken a real taxi, spent almost an hour of my life on the corner between Regent street and Oxford street looking for my parents because my phone died and I wasn't with them, had numerous near-death encounters with passing cars(they all seem to drive on the wrong side of the road. Weird.), bought frappuchino's, eaten the best breakfasts, and I've gotten blisters.

I have had an awesome time. And the best part? I haven't taken a single photo. I'll leave that to those who need pictures to remember, because I know that I will not forget, and if I do, then I'll make many trips back to make sure I won't, because London is not a city to store away to gather dust.

Have you ever been to London, and if you have, what is your best London memory?

System failure.

I was thinking, as I most oftenly do..

It's said that it's the lack of system that creates chaos. I beg to differ. A person without a certain system is not relient of it, and is therefore not prepared to make a risk to trust that system.
I'll say that it's the blind faith in a system that creates trouble, because on the day, or that moment when that system fails, the relient will be led behind the lights by it's errors, but those who doesn't keep a system might just take a step back and recheck to see if all is good, if all is correct, and not to believe in a system dumbly, which is certain to make bloopers.

haha, yeah well, I was just thinking.




What do you think?