STOP, THINK, do different!

Sometimes I just want to shout "STOOOOP" to the world!

Make the whole world just stop and think about what they are actually doing and what are the consequences of what we are doing? Stooop and think, maybe we can do something different, something better?


Think;
are you one of them who's helping,
supporting the deforestation
even though you know it's the
loungs(holding 28% of the
oxygen turnover)of the earth
and you know that at this speed
(36 football fields a minute),
the forrest will be turned in to a
dessert in matter of decades and
over 1/4 of the species
will die out in 50 years.
- Read more about zero desforestation here: http://wwf.panda.org/what_we_do/how_we_work/conservation/forests/zeronetdeforestation/)

Think; are you one of them who always takes the car, even though it's easy to take the bike, walk or use the public transport? Or always driving alone to work when you know your neighbor works at the same place at the same time?

Think; are you one of them who just threw trash out of the window of your car or right beside a trash can.

Think; Have you done something or thought about someone else than yourself today?

Think; How is your relationship to your family? Is it as it should, is there something you can make better?

Think; Are you one of them who are bullying anyone or part of peer pressure?

Think; maybe you're one of them who are just to busy living your life to think about your neighbor, the environment, your friends or even your family. And you are doing what?

Think; What is really important, what really matters?

I will just challange you today to STOP and THINK; what on earth you are doing, and maybe take a day were you think about someone, something else. It's just a matter of small different acts, one day at a time and don't be afraid of dreaming!

Sosiale vesen!

"Are you walking ALONE? Are you OK?"
"Did you just go for a run ALONE?"
7am in the morning: "You are so quite, something wrong?"
This is not rare comments to get if you live together with 70 brazilians for three weeks. The social talks are endless and the need to do something else than just talk does not exist. Especially if it's raining. People are almost afraid of rain. "Are you running in the rain? you will get sick!"
For me, running for 40 minutes is my way of getting my space, break from the language and get some energy continue. For the Brazilians, this is just a way to converse in a different environment.. If you want to go for a run, you should ask everyone to go with you. Not less than five together, if you're fifteen, it's GREAT success! And you don't even have to wear other shoes than havaianas as long as you are up for the social part! I think the only time brazilians needs to be alone, is when they sleep.
It's funny and different, the need to always be so many people together. You can even see it in the pictures. They always have as many people as possible in the photo. It doesn't matter if you are just walking by, it's impossible to escape. When I look back at my picture it's not abnormal to only recognice half of the group in the photo.




For me as a introvert person, this is kind of difficult when you live together with 70 of them. To get the time and space that you need alone in silence is something you really have to fight for. Finding a place, not necessarily being alone, but calm. It's only calm at night, when I'm not allowed to go out alone. It really makes you miss the safe norwegian nature, the ocean, taking a trip to a mountain for a weekend or sleeping outside. But I really learn alot of this and it really makes me notice my limits and I'm getting to know myself much better.

The Big Guys - UPP

I spent my christmas and New Year in Rio this year! I lived at a friends house in the favela Realengo were they already have implemented the police unit UPP. So it's a safe and calm neighborhood to live in. We drove pass them everyday we were going to the city. The last day, we desided to be real tourists and ask if we could take a photo with them. But it wasn't as easy as we thought. We needed promision from the chefe. We waited for a long time, before he finally came to make sure that we only wanted a photo and that we were real tourists. And our norwegian look and language was definetly convincing enough, because we didn't just get a photo. We also got a tour around the area and he showed us their work and talked about everything they do in the favela. I actually got really surpriced over how good it was. They have classes there for people that never got their education, they have a swimmingpool that people can use and all kinds of dans classes. The police really join in with the people and spend time with them. We saw them all around in the favela, talking to the citizens there, not just being the big guys with the machine guns.




This is one of the state’s attempts to make a safer and better life for the people living in the favela. A step in the direction to people being able to come and go from there house safely. There are around a 1000 favelas just in Rio. The neighborhoods for more than 1.5 million people, 20 percent of the city population, placed in the hillsides across the city. Many of the favelas are lawless and controlled by fear, gangs of drug dealers and private militias. This of course, leads to big problems with criminality and drugs, especially in the big favelas in São Paulo and Rio de Janeiro. In 18 of those 1000 lawless favelas in Rio are there now implemented police aims, called UPP. It’s not much yet, but the government has a goal to implement UPP in 40 different favelas before they are going to host World Cup in 2014 and the Olympic Games in 2016. Their pride! They are also investing 15 million R$ in the qualification of the Police Academy. UPP is a public security initiative from the state government. They protect the favelas and fight the drug dealers. They try to take control and make a safer place for the people in the favelas. The officers are recent graduate and specifically trained for this task. Recently (10. Nov. 2011), as they also have done before, the BOPE (A Special Operations Squad) surrounded the favela (Rocinha) and didn’t let anyone in or out. They stayed for days and searched the area for drugs and weapons. The policemen arrested the drug kingpin; Antonio Francisco Bonfim Lopes (Nem), when he tried to pay a policeman to let him out of the favela. He where unlucky and actually met a policeman that wasn’t corrupt. They also confiscated a lot of weapons. They did all this, without firing any gunshots, which is much better than last time. In 2010, it became a “war” between the police officers and the drug dealers. It ended with many people getting killed and serious debates on human rights and respect for community residents.

I think they are doing an amazing job and I'm really glad they have the football world championship in 2014 to look forward to. It makes them work harder and faster and they have a goal.

Lost cultures

What is the first thing you think about when I say Indians?..

I think everyone gets a image in their head when they hear "indians". Before this weekend I've always had a very naive idea about them, their way of living and keeping their culture alive. When people said indians, I would at once get this image in my head. A image of a different people, living in their own way, unchanged by the civilization and unreached by the american wave. When my brazilian friend, Pedro, asked me if Julianne and I wanned to come with him and his church to have a conference a indian tribe, this was the image that popped up in my head:

* Not very much contact with the civilisation
* Making the best of the nature and the things they make them selves
* Speaking their own language
* Wearing different clothes
* Making and growing their own food
* Have mud houses, tents or something like it
* Sleeping in hammocks
* Killing animals with bow and arrow
* Showering in a river og a lake

So of course I wanned to come and visit the "unreached" people!
The first thing that hit me when we arrived the place, just 20 minutes outside the big city Bauru, was cars. Nice cars driving people the small distance they had from their houses, to the church and school where we stayed. It would maybe take them five minutes to walk (typical Brazilian). I walked past some guys sitting outside the church, listening to 50cent-candyshop on their nice cellphones on the way down to the brick building (school). Everyone had started putting up their tents (inside), so we wouldn't have to worry about the mosquitos. I took a walk around in what I thought would be a mud house and saw that they had elecrticity, sorting of waste, a nice kitchen, normal WC and shower with warm water.





In the eavening we arranged a meeting for everyone in the tribe. Some of the Indians had already appeard and set up their things for sale. We could buy wathever we wanted; Ice cream, snacks, gum, sodas and homemade jewelry. Like half an hour after the meeting was supposed to start (brazilian-time), people arrived in their cars full of people and filled the church. It was nice to see the indians apear from their houses. I don't know hwo stared the most. Me at them for looking like civilised americans or them at me for being white and "blond"! But eaven though their clothes looked just like other brazilians/americans, they had better cellphones then most of us, nice cameras and facebook, I could easily see that they were indians.

Other things we did there, was arranging games and football, to get to know the kids and have fun together. But it was kind of hard the first days. The people there was really shy and I kind of wondered why they didn't talk more with us, and the boys didn't even look at the girls. It was first when we went to the lake to take a swim, that I really saw the cultural differences. We outsiders were all swimming togheter, boys and girls, men and women, but when they came, they didn't come over to us. The boys went swimming on one side of the lake and the girls had another side.

The last night, we got to see some of the lost culture and the indians how I've always pictured them. In real clothing, skirts, painting, everything. They dansed and played drums and we saw the culture they once had. After everything was done I really wanted a picture with the leader of the group. I started practice the portugese sentence in my head, but before I was done making the sentence, he was there and asked: "Eu posso tomar um photo com você"? (in english: "may I take a picture with you"). That felt really wierd. I hadn't even thougth about me being different for him. He told me a lot about his family and that none of them can speak their language. Only a few people left in the tribe. He also talked about his work in the presbyterian church there and that they still don't have their own real pastor. People come from the city nearby to teach him, but it goes slowly, couse they have a rule about not letting any white man live in the tribe. But soon they will be able to hold the courch on their own.



They get money from the state, they are Indians, but they have forever lost their native culture.

Brazil strikes

Unicamp is one of the best universities in Brazil. It's public and it's totally free. The school is like a district with a population of 50 000. They have restaurantes, hospital, shops, a market and all kinds of institutes and faculties. People study all day and a lot of them eaven have a job in addition to the study. They leave in the morning and come home at night. So nobody can say that brazilians are lazy,(at least not all of them). But they also want the payment for the work they do, no matter if you have an education or not. And that's what they all are fighting for right now.
Brazil is a growing country and it has become one of the most important industrial country in Latin America and has the seventh largest economy. The economy is getting stronger (at least the GNP), but the differences between rich and poor isn't getting much better. The people pays a LOT of taxes on everything and the prices for food, clothes and things are getting higher in line with the countrys economy. No wonder they want higher payment. Brazil is expensive!



The student restaurant was in strike! The place were the students can eat a good lunch (meaning; Rice and beans! Everything else is unhealthy for lunch) for only 6 kroner! That was what hit the students the most.






Notice: Everybody stand in ONE line and everybody waits until people have gone of the bus, before entering.. Culture SHOCK!

The other day, I was going to my Portuguese class at nine in the morning, but I overslept and woke up at 8:45. I "ran" to take the bus and was lucky; the bus came at once. But when I arrived to the next bus-stop were I was supposed to change bus, it never came. I waited for one hour, just sitting and listening to music, enjoying the freetime I got. I just thought it was because I was later than usuall that the busses didn’t show up. That the rush hour was over or something. When I left I took a look at the place and thought it was kind of strange that there were no busses. But I've never understood the Brazilian bussystem anyway. I gave up after one our and walked to the house Julianne and me usually stays. That's when I first got to know that the bus drivers had desided the bus drivers decided to strike to. Just like that, nobody even knew about it, and the day after, everything was back to normal.

Emotional Intelligence (EQ)

"No one can make you feel inferior without your concent" - Elanor Roosevelt

Our thoughts are controling our feelings. We can choose what we think and therefore what we feel. We all need to get more emotional intelligent, so we can make use of this in our daily life. We need to learn and get better at controling our innervoice and not let "the grudge" inside. Like I learned from a children cartoon today; think LOVE thoughts, it gives happy lives.
Nelson Mandela is a good exaple of this. He was locked in prison for 27 years and then became a president. He kept his love thoughts, and hopes and dreams of a better country. Which was the only thing no one could take away from him. He would not give his concent to feel inferior.

Founts:
Class at Hald IS
Childrens cartoon

P.I.R

Loss and gain

Soon to come
Every day, I'm one day closer to my travel to Brazil. It's now less less than a mounth left, and I'm kind of starting to realize what I'm going to miss when I go.
It started with the thought of skipping a winter. The fact that I will have three summers in a row, without any snow!

Wintertime
I'll miss the whole wintertime with skiing and playing out in the dark, cold nights. The childishness and happiness that comes when the snow falls. Making seriously big snowman and luging with my family and nighbors! But also to stay inside drinking hot chocolate and watching movies, wrapped in thick blankets and a warm footbath.

Silence
I'll miss the silence. The silence of only being 5 million people sharing 385 000 km2. The silence of empty streets. The silence that gives you the opportunity to hear echoes in the mountains.

Fresh air
Hand in hand with silence and lack of people, comes the "fresh air". All Norwegians are in desperate need of their "fresh air"! Here at Hald, we get 10 minutes brake every 45 minutes. All we Norwegians runs out to get all the "fresh air" we can get, to power-up for another hour in the strangling, heavy air.

The RAIN
I'll miss the rain! The lovely feeling of running outside, while the rain is drumming in my face. I can't feel more alive! And the sound it makes when it hits the window. It's just woderfull!!

The food
I'll miss what the internationals hates the most about coming to Norway: the bread! The bread that we eat three times a day for breakfast, lunch and supper. The bread with the Norwegian Brown cheese and jam. The bread with Nugatti.

The safety
I'll miss the safety of knowing and understanding the culture and language. Knowing how I'm supposed to go dressed in every occasion and what's rude. Understaning all the "codes" of living. I'll miss the safity of going outside even if it's dark. I'll miss the safity of always having my family and friends around.

But what is that, compared to what I'll get?
Even though this seems like a lot of things, I'll get so much more! I'll learn so much about myself, others and God. Get a opportunity to see the world from a different point of view. And these things that I appreciate in Norway, will get exchanged with new things and traditions. I will get Challanged, I'll have to give, step out of my comfort zone and be humble.
But first of all, get the most out of the last mounth at Hald. Because they have so much more to teach me.

P.I.R

Random dag på Hald for Humans and wolves

Eg har ein kul caps! Eg fekk den av naboen min og den er handlaga i India. Den er eg veldig glad i! Så veit du det..
Her er litt av dagens aktiviteter:


Ruth Evelin frå Bolivia, Hildegunn and the full blood wolf frå Noreg, Anette frå Kristiansand


Vil du ha litt Passas de uma??


Gaming på G - Rat on a Scooter... Går ut på å samle ostepopp.. Awesome!


Effektiv plommeslang i hagen, med sjølvutløysar!

Boa noiche!

P.I.R

Starten på "eit år av ein annen verden"!

Eg har no komen ei veka inn i eit nytt og lærerikt skuleår! Det lover vanvittig bra med årets planer og skulens mål, som er å gje studentene "eit år av ein annen verden"! På skulen går det no 80 studenter, der 49 er norske og 31 er internasjonale frå fire ulike verdsdeler og 13 forskjellege land!

Eg er godt etablert på det nye rommet i mi skyhøge himmelseng! Frå den ser eg rom-venninnene mine i fugleperspektiv og observerer kulturelle forskjeller som befinner seg innad dei fire veggene. I etasjen under meg, har eg Ruth frå Bolivia som for det meste snakker spansk og nederst i senge-stabelen finner du Anette frå Kristiansand som berre snakker sørlandsdialekt! Berre det er jo nok til å få kultursjokk av ;)

Skuledagane varer frå 9:00 til 16:00, og eg må innrømme at eg nyt kvart sekund av dei til no! Det er utruleg godt å få litt innskot med ny lærdom etter eit år på folkehøgskule. Me lærer mykje om alt frå misjon, ledertrening og bibelen til bistand, fattigdomsbekjemping og kultur! Ikkje berre får me undervisning frå gode lærarar, men og frå kvarandre. Folk frå Serbia, Brasil, Uganda, Thailand osv. skal alle få koma med sine meiningar og erfaringar!

No har eg akkurat komen heim frå tre dagar i fjellet, utan klokke, mobil, ipod eller andre tekniske ting. Me fekk erfare å vera del av eit team, takle utfordringar saman og halde humøret og positiviteten oppe. Av dei internasjonale var det nok mange som gjekk den lengste fjellturen i sitt lange liv! Og det i regn! Dei har eit imponerande humør og lagar liv og røre kor enn dei går. Det er både interessant og inspirerende. I tillegg til at det kanskje var den første fjellturen for nokon, måtte dei prøva å gå i blinde. Det var snakk om å stole fullt på buddien og gjera som han sa. For dei fleste gjekk det veldig bra, men ikkje for alle. Det var særleg ein latter som skar igjennom, så eg måtte ta av med binde for auga og sjå kva som skjedde. Det var ei lita søt jente frå Thailand som skulle lede buddien sin, men ho berre dytta litt i han og såg på at han falt og kava seg bortover! Veit ikkje heilt om eg ville stolt heilt og fullt på at ho skulle få meg trygt heim, men det gjekk vertfall bra!

Så mett og god av opplevingar small talk, slår eg meg no ned for å koble heilt ut med Paramore og andre godbitar :D

Reseive first, give second!

AV: Max Lucado from the book: "A love worth giving"

What do you do when you’re low on love? Do you try to conjure it up by the sheer force of will? As if there is within us a distillery of affection that lacks only a piece of wood or a hotter fire. We poke it and stoke it with resolve. What’s our typical strategy for treating a troubled relationship? Try harder.

“My spouse needs my forgiveness? I don’t know how, but I’m going to give it.”

“I don’t care how much it hurts, I’m going to be nice to that bum.”

“I’m supposed to love my neighbor? Okay. By golly, I will.”

So we try. Teeth clinched. Jaw firm. We’re going to love if it kills us! And it may do just that.

Could it be we are missing a step? Could it be that the first step of love is not toward them but toward him? Could it be that the secret to loving is receiving? You give love by first receiving. “We love each other as a result of his loving us first” (1 John 4:19 NLT).

Long to be more loving? Begin by accepting your place as a dearly loved child. “Be imitators of God, therefore, as dearly loved children and live a life of love, just as Christ loved us” (Eph. 5:1-2 NIV, emphasis mine).

Want to learn to forgive? Then consider how you’ve been forgiven. “Be kind and compassionate to one another, forgiving each other, just as in Christ, God forgave you” (Eph. 4:32 NIV).

Finding it hard to put others first? Think of the way Christ put you first. “Though he was God, he did not demand and cling to his rights as God” (Phil. 2:6 NLT).

Need more patience? Drink from the patience of God (2 Pet. 3:9). Is generosity an elusive virtue? Then consider how generous God has been with you (Rom. 5:8). Having trouble putting up with ungrateful relatives or cranky neighbors? God puts up with you when you act the same. “He is kind to the ungrateful and wicked” (Luke 6:35 NIV).

Can’t we love like this?

Not without God’s help we can’t.

If we haven’t received these things ourselves, how can we give them to others? Apart from God, “the heart is deceitful above all things” (Jer. 17:9 NIV). A marriage-saving love is not within us. A friendship-preserving devotion cannot be found in our hearts. We need help from an outside source. A transfusion. Would we love as God loves? Then we start by receiving God’s love.

We preachers have been guilty of skipping this step. “Love each other!” we tell our churches. “Be patient, kind, forgiving,” we urge. But instructing people to love without telling them they are loved is like telling them to write a check without our making a deposit in their accounts. No wonder so many relationships are overdrawn. Hearts have insufficient love. The apostle John models the right sequence. He makes a deposit before he tells us to write the check. First the deposit:

“God showed how much he loved us by sending his only son into the world so that we might have eternal life through him. This is real love. It is not that we loved God, but that he loved us and sent his Son as a sacrifice to take away our sins.” (John 4:9-10 NLT)

And then, having made such an outrageous, eye-opening deposit, John calls on you and me to pull out the checkbook: “Dear friends, since God loved us that much, we surely ought to love each other” (vs 11 NLT).

The secret to loving is living loved. Many people tell us to love. Only God gives us the power to do so.

www.maxlucado.com is highly recommended :D

Janne Merete - Brand New (HD)

Sixx A.M. - The Heroin Diaries

I’ve started a new diary and this time I have a few new reasons.
One, I have no friends left.
Two, so I can read back and remember what I did the day before.
And three, so if I die, at least I leave a nice little suicide note of my life.

It’s just me and you, diary. Welcome to my fucking life.


Slik startar albumet the herion diaries av Sixx AM. Albumet er laga som eit sideprosjekt av Nikky Sixx, ut frå boka han har skrive med same namn. Boka er om eit år av livet han som avhengig av heroin. Albumet inneheld ein song for kvart kapittel i boka, der han tar med ein del sitat og liknande i songane. I løpet av eit albumet får me både oppturar og nedturar. Nokon av songane er depressiv og full av sinne, medan andre er positive og fylt med håp.

Nikky Sixx er vanlegvis bassgitarist i heavy metal bandet Mötley Crüe. Han kjem dermed frå eit hardt rockemiljø, fyld med alkohol, vald og dop. Han har vert gift fleire gongar med ulike playboy-modellar og har fleire ungar. Både han og dei andre i bandet har hatt sine turar innom fengsel og levd nokon harde dagar. Det seier seg sjølv at det ikkje var forventa at ein frå Mötley Crüe skulle skrive ei bok og lage eit album om bruk av heroin.

Eg anbefalar verkeleg å sjekke opp nokon av songane og tekstane. Det blir selvfølgelig best dersom ein høyrar det frå sang til sang, men nokon av songane kan lett vekke merksemd aleine. For eksempel: Life is Beautiful, Tomorrow og Accidents can happen!

Enjoy

Ein smakebit av himmelens godar!!

Etter ein lang dag på jobb, med våte, lettkledde badegjestar, ellers lite kundar og ei treig klokke som absolutt ikkje ville verte 17:00 fekk eg ein smakebit av himmelen! Det var så varmt at det einaste eg kunne tenke meg var å slappe av og nyte sola. Allereie 17.30 hadde eg hengt opp og plassert meg fint i ei Ugandisk hengekøye med utsikt over sjøen.. (og huset til Runar). Hengekøya forma seg etter kroppen og gav støtte til alle delar av kroppen. På mi venstre side stod ei stor tønne med isvatn, under meg var ein rabarbralante og eg hadde smurt meg godt inn med childrens sun lotion faktor 10. Men det var noko som mangla.. Eg sprang inn og henta den store 120 GB's IPOD-en min også kalla Børre Fritjof. Eg slengde meg opp igjen i hengekøya og skrudde Bob Marley med "three little birds" på fullt. EIN smakebit av himmelen! No veit eg kordan eg kjem til å ha det i hagen med Gud! Rett og slett Himmelsk!

Det var skjølvsagt nokon som meinte at eg hadde det litt for bra der eg hang og vart litt misunneleg. så han kom å pissa meg på leggen. For å seie det sånn han fekk meg ut av hengekøya og fekk den for seg sjølv... enn så lenge.. Hersens Pissemaur!!!! Han fekk ikkje ha hengekøya så veldig lenge for å seie det sånn! Som sagt i forrige innlegg. eg misslikar maur STErKT!!

Men men.. Livet er meint å ha sine torner, akkurat som rosa har sine.. Sjølv om du ligg og drøymer deg og tenker ingenting kan øydelggje idyllen no, så kan livet overaske deg! Visst me ikkje hadde hatt nedturane hadde ikkje oppturane vore noko oppturar for å sei det sånn:D

Akkurat som i hagen;D

No veit eg kva LAMMIS er.. For å sei det sånn..!

Heilt til Bursdagen til Gunhild har mine svake og ganske så pinglete sider vert godt skjult med min dominerande manndom. Det heile byrja med at eg og Malene skulle planleggje ein blåtur for Gunhild.. Me drog ho med oss til Bergen, uten at ho skulle vete noko om kva som skulle komme.. Ho e eigentler ei jente som liker å ha kontroll, noko som gjorde det mykje morsommare at ho ikkje visste kva me skulle.. Me tok ho om bord i båten til Runar og køyrde ut på ein holme me kalla geitholmen (frå no av: værholmen). Der stod det to stilige, uskyldige vêrar (Albert Einstein og Alfred), Begge var skikkelig store med svære hovuder og svarte andlet. Dei tok i mot oss med opne armar, så me ante fred og ingen fare og slo oss ned for å grille. Eg som følte eg var på godfot med vêrane ville gjerne ha eit par bilete med dei, så eg og Malene gjekk på sauejakt for å få oss nokre blinkskot.. Etter kvart som me vart betre og betre kjend med vart dei rimeleg intime og strauk seg etter låret mitt.. Han strauk hardarer og hardarer, så rygga han litt, før ha tok fart og skaut hovudet inn i låret mitt.. Eg fekk ein skikkeleg lammis! Tru meg.. frå no av veit eg kor det navnet kom frå.. Eg var på veg for å springe ned fjellsida, men då sa Malene at eg ikkje måtte vise at eg var redd.. Ho fortsatte no å stryke på vêrane, heilt til Alfred tok et par steg bak og tok ein skikkeleg lammis på ho og.. No var det på tide å komme seg vekk.. så me sprang ned fjellsida, pakka saman og sprang i båten!.

Eg skjønner verkeleg ikkje kvifor dei vakre vene vêrane ville angripe to søte og uskyldige jenter på den måten.?? Me ville jo berre ta bilete med dei.. Okei.. Kanskje ikkje berre det.. Me tok kanskje ein liten ridetur på dei og for å få ekstra gode blinkskot.. Men ingen grunn til å verte sint tenker eg.. Så no har altså mine to svake sider komen ut i lyset... Eg e herved litt redd og forsiktig når det kjem til vêrar og til Maur (av andre grunnar).. Kva er du redd for?

"Ellers då?"

I dag tok eg turen inn på msn, også kalt windows live messenger, for å dele mitt fantastiske nærvær med fleire enn berre katten.. Då eg logga på msn dukka d opp ei rute nederst på dataskjermen som blinkar i ein intens oransje farge.. når eg opna den står d "Hei".. etter at eg hadde gitt min vanlige respons "hei du!", kan du tippe ka som dukka opp etter neste intense blink..: "Ellers då?".. sjokk.. Eit typisk msn-ord.. Brukt i dei aller fleste samtaler for å halde samtalen i gong og presse ut all info frå personen i andre enden.. Brukast gjerne kvar gong ein går tom for samtale emne.. ein må jo unngå pinlig stillhet.. På ein måte kan d faktisk vera ett ganske bra spørsmål.. Ein lite pratsom person vil vell svare i minste laget, mens ein pratsom personar vrenger heile sjele.. Ein kan jo faktisk svare akkurat d ein vil på d spørsmålet syns eg.. D gjelder berre å få pressa ut all informasjon ein har om seg sjøl, kjærleiken, søsken, kusiner, besteforeldre og d ein ellers omgås med i kvardagen.. Mitt personlige svar på dette spørsmålet e: "joda du.. Bestemor har d fint ho.."

Eit problem med svaret mitt e at ingen skjønner ka eg snakker om.. så ka skal eg svare på d spørsmålet egentlig? Any idea??

Æh.. Det blåser på mæ! Haha

Music Is A Type Of Sculpture

"Music, in performance, is a type of sculpture. The air in the performance is sculpted into something."
Frank Zappa

Har du vert på ein konsert med eit band du berre elsker, saman med fleire tusen andre fans, der stemningen og heile atmosfæren rundt deg forandrer seg etter den same musikken? Folk lever seg inn i dei ulike songane og både fortid og framtid forsvinn. Det er ingen andre plassar du heller vil vera enn akkurat der og akkurat då! Same kva vêr det er eller korleis du har det! Alt er liksom bra, i det øyeblikket! Det er noko alle bør få oppleve!!

"One good thing about music, when it hits you, you feel no pain."
Bob Marley

Eg har aldri hørt denne sangen live då, men det hadde vert så evig kult å vera saman med fleire andre der heile stemninga forandras etter denne songen. Den gjer meg ein fantastisk fredfull følelse som eg ikkje kan beskrive med ord! Men dei er oppløyst då, så blir nok litt vanskelig! Høyr og nyt:

Friluftsliv på sitt beste

Eg har hatt ei fantastisk helg!! Eg har vert på friluftslivtur, der me gjekk på ski frå Dahle til Kvitingen. Me starta på fredags morgon etter morgonsamling, alle kom med fullpakka sekkar og skia i hendene i fullt regnutstyr, klar for ein veldig fuktig, men kjekk tur. For å komme oss til Dhale tok me først tog buss til Arna, der me måtte vente ein time. Det endte rett og slett opp i ein rask tur på Big Bite:D

Vidare her i frå tok me tog. På toget var det veldig fullt, så eg satt meg med ei koselig dame som var på tur med ein 5. klasse. Etter at eg hadde snakka litt med ho, så begynte ho, ut av det blå, å snakke om stjerner, eg skjønte ingenting. Det var jo så Gudfeldig. Det hadde seg nemleg sånn at eg skulle halde eit foredrag om stjerner på turen.

Me fekk oppleva dei fleste ulike vêrfohald, fører, terreng og landskap. Første dagen gjekk me i regn og skodde i bratta bakkar, medan snøen klistra seg i tjukke lag under skia. Andre dagen var det nydelig sol, litt overskya, knallbra føre og eit landskap du skal leita lenge etter. Søndag, den siste dagen, var det påskesnø, overskya og så flatt lys at me verken såg om bakkane gjekk opp eller ned.

På Fredag gjekk me opp 400 meter og brukte 4 timar på ei løype turistforeninga sa at me ville bruke 2 timar på. Me gjekk heilt til det vart mørkt utan å komme fram til der me skulle. Me måtte gje oss og sat opp telta utan å sjå noko meir enn det lommelyktene klarte å vise oss. Kalde, men glade, hoppa eg i min varme, nydelige dunsovepose! Men det varte ikkje lenge før det lagde rare lydar frå liggjeunderlaget mitt. Litt etter litt, sprakk det innvendig! Det vart ein einaste stor klump og kvar gong eg prøvde å leggje meg oppå klumpen, så flytta den seg til andre sida. Kjempe teit:P

Eg vakna tidlig, av at det pressa på blæra og teltet var lyst. Eg ante ikkje kva klokka var, men tippar ho var rundt sju, halv åtte. På teltet høyrdes det ut som om det var mykje vind ute, så eg snøra meg no godt inn i soveposen igjen, og tenkte eg skulle klare å halde meg litt lenger. Eg vekte Malene for å finne ut kva klokka var, men det var det ingen som visste. Etter kvart tredde på meg litt kalde, men ellers tørre telemarksko og kava meg over sekkane som stod samla i den lille kuldegropa i teltet. Eg tok opp glidelåsen og venta eigentleg ei kald oppleving. Men når stakk ut hovudet gløtta eg litt av himmelen, og den var blå! Resten av glidelåsen gjekk fort opp. Eg stod no med ytterst lite klede på og myste mot ei stor gul sol og såg utover eit landskap som lignande ein kjempe stor, glattblåst, kvit ørken, rett etter ein sandstorm.

Det var ikkje noko anna å gjera enn å vekke dei andre, og spenne skia fast for å sjekke ut områda. Eg og Malene gjekk opp på ein liten topp, og då utvida horrisonten seg endå meir! Der var det endå fleire snødekka fjell, så langt augo kunne sjå.

Heile laurdagen var eigentleg ubeskrivelig fantastisk! Folk gjekk i berre ullskjorta og alle var i godt humør. Det var mange nedoverbakkar og kvar gong me kom til ein bakke var det lika spanande å sjå kven som gjekk på tryne! Det var alltid nokon! Øystein og Frede hadde fekk også litt snø i skjegget eit par gongar;) Me gravde tre snøholer som me brukte cirka 5 timar på.

Søndagen var det tidleg opp for mi gruppe, for Frede kom inn og sa: "Denne snøhola kan rase om 1 minutt eller 1 time.. er ikkje lett å seie, men det bør tenke på å komme deko ut." Såg det eigentleg eg og. Taket nådde nermast ned i nasetuppen..;) Dette var også ein fin dag, men dårleg sikt, me visste verken om det gjekk opp eller ned, måtte nesten kaste snøballar framfor oss mens me gjekk for å sjekke.

Absurd Dans

Lett, eg tar utfordringa!

No har eg tatt utfordringa frå Elisabet. Dette er mitt 6. bilete i mi 6. mappa. Biletet er frå ein fantastisk fisketur med mine kjære bergensar vener Marthe og Ida.. Tenkte eg måtte la dei få eit godt inntrykk av det å faktisk ha ein hage med plen, tett i sjøkanten. Dei er jo bymennesker og er ikkje vande med anna enn ein liten boks med gras på verandaen i høgblokka si stakkar!

Så me tok fiskestanga fatt og gjekk ut i vår supre sjøperla for å cruise på sjøen. Me prøvde fiskelukka ei lita stund, men gjekk etter kvart lei og snurra oss heller inn i eit ullteppe, medan me drakk kakao.. Kjempe koseleg.. Vertfall når det begynte å regne å me satt under båttaket, tørre og varme.

Sikkert like greitt me ikkje fekk napp, dei er jo tross alt bergensarar!



Utfordringa var:

• Gå inn på mine bilder
• Velg den 6. mappa
• Finn det 6. biletet
• skriv om det