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    OK… this will only make sense in my native language, to my fellow norwegians, you english speakers, please excuse me for this..

 Som en del av dere kanskje har fått med seg, så har det altså florert en kjedemelding på sms blant landets fjortiser som lyder ca slik: bladibla… jeg er et spøkelse… blabla.. jeg kommer å spøker for deg i natt som en tre år gammel jente uten ansikt om du ikke sender denne meldingen videre til ex antall personer… blalba.. hvis du ikke tror meg ring dette nr: og her står det altså: 45 22 13 36 08.. et dansk tlf nr med 45 som landskode. Tar man vekk de siste tallene derimot, så blir det:… helt riktgi! Mitt tlf. nr. Hva er oddsen for det? Det skulle jeg sannelig ha likt å visst. Uansett pga av at enkelte (egentlig ganske mange når eg tenker meg om) er teite nok til å ringe for å høre om dette, så måtte jeg sperre telefonen min i to uker. Nå i det siste har det roet seg ganske, men i ny og ne ringer det en eller annen tulling. Pleier å avvise, men i går, av ren glemsel tok jeg telefonen og hadde følgende samtale med gal dame:(for ordens skyld, la oss kalle henne Gal Nordlending, forkortet GN. S står for Silja).

S:hallo det e silja 

GN: hallo!? hallo!? kor har æ komt hæn?

S:  du har kommet til silja

GN: men kor har æ komme hæn?

S: du har kommet til SILJA

GN: kem e du?

S: eg tror du har ringt feil… ringer du kanskje pga en melding du har fått?

GN: ka det e for nokka du sende ut til ungan? Dem blir jo rædd! Dåkke må sløtt med det her!

S: beklager, men det har ingenting me meg og gjøre, det e bare en feil som gjør at mitt nr har havnet i en melding

GN: men koffor gjør dåkke slik? Skjønn du ikke at ungan mine blir rædd når du sænde slike meldinga?

S: eg sier at det er en feil, denne medlingen har ingenting me meg og gjøre

GN:  Men æ må jo snakk me nånn om dette! Det er e jo hælt sykt

S: eg har desverre ikke tid til å snakke me deg om dette

GN: men hørr nå hær, du sendte jo denne mældinga!!

S: tror du eg sender ut en melding som gjør at mange fremmede mennesker ringer til meg sånn at eg må sperre telefonene min i flere uker!

GN: nei nei jo jo… du har jo kanskje et poæng der ja.. ja jo…

S: hvis du leser nr nøye en gang til så ser du at der er to nr for mange til at det er et norsk nr og at detter er et DANSK nummer!

GN: Åja.. æ få vel unnskylde da… men dette må nå slutt!

S: ha det bra

 

Folk er gale!! Herlighet.. nordlendinger tror på spøkelser,… hva kan man si. Er det rart at det er krig i verden?  

 

 

    Can anyone tell me where October went of to? I recall thinking october was just around the corner, then I thought about something else, and today I discovered October is in its last week…

In other words, these are busy days. Work, rehersals, working out, socialising… Apparantly I’ve been doing a lot of this, and meanwhile time saw its opportunity to sneak up behind me and run passed me. As always I blame the universe when these things happen. Somebody changed time and made it faster, or maybe I became slower.. Anyways, November is here. I’m ageing any day now, I think I saw a wrinkle on my eyelid the other day. Somebody please halt time so I can catch up with myself and whatever I’m doing!  

    For the first time in my life, I have now participated in an official sports event!  It’s so rare that even my father came to see if this was for real. The event was Karate, the competition was not too extreem, with only 3 participants in my group (women senior!! It’s seems as though I’ve grown up and is now counted as a woman,… go figure). Anyways, I entered with mixed feelings. This urge to compete against others has never been a dominant feeling in me, I’ve always just competed against myself. Maybe it’s an only child thing. But then my fellow karate friends persuaded me to enter and I must say it was a rather nice experience I got to see another side of this sport I’ve been executing for awhile, and  then I got to feel this competitive urge in me,.. for the first time almost. As barbarian as it might sound, I wanted to kick the girls, I wanted to win, and I did!

 It’s good to know that I can have the right to fight and be rewarded for it.  I just might start doing it more often..

    The world is becoming a complicated place these days. How can tecnology dominate my life so much that I apparantly have to be some kind of tecno geek to even cope in everyday activity. Apparantly I need to learn this stuff, to uphold my independence, but then there’s this major reluctance to learn it. How does one overcome the barrier and crack the code of technology without dedicating a whole life to it? Do people actually read the manuals that come with the programs?

If not, I will just have to keep making dinner to my tecno geeky super friends while they make all the bad tecno problems go away, and just accept that I can’t be an expert on everything. Is independence doing and knowing everything yourself? Or is it knowing your limits, developing the skills you have and just hope you know people with skills you lack yourself?   

 Some days work seems like endless time spent using way more energy then I have. But then, payday comes!! And it’s such a rewarding day Needless to say, my saturday will be spent buying shoes and drinking coffee!

Tomorrow is exam-day in geography, not looking forward to that. Exams must be just about the most boring thing. I am all for more weeklong papers, and less 5 hours intensive exams. Has anyone ever felt they learnt anything from exams? I wish some new university reform soon will ban exams and have students learn instead of cram.  That’s my opinion of the day. Oh.. and yes, I also mean that a girl can never have too many pairs of shoes. But you all knew that about me

Noen ganger.. så blir 1 fjær til 5 øl.

Wierd things are happening… and I’m blaming the moon. While no females no longer can hold their alchohol, elderly men are searching for their soulrecreation through decorating, whilst young people seem to be loosing their soul through the exact same thing (decorating). A drunk scaterboy asked for my opinion on a new cello tecnique he’s trying out, and then, to top it all… some people actually think they can get me to go home with them just by saying: "hey, you wanna come home with me? after all, you are a STUDENT!!!".. …(that line wounldn’t even work on an easy Swedish girl….) I let myself be amazed by this, and on a higher level I’ve decided to blame the moon for people’s accute wierdness, and I encourage everyone to do the same. We’ve all got moon sicknes. Listen to Claude Debussy’s piece "Au Clair de Lune"… and hopefully that will clarify my rambling…..

People have yet to turn into warewolfs, allthough I suspect it’s only a matter of time.

As autonomous and independent as I try to be, I have to confess there is one thing that has striked my addictiveness and that I can not live without. (ofcourse there are many things I can’t live without, but I am now talking about physical addictiveness in the very sense of the word).

My body’s best friend seems to be coffee. This morning I walked through the city, sun had just risen, the ground was wet from a rather chilly night and the temperature was still below 10 degrees. Hardly any people were present in the streets of Bergen. Allthough I tend to find these kind of quiet mornings rather plesant I just didn’t seem able to appreciate it today. Then, in all its bright and glory, Dromedar coffee house appeared.. 3 minutes later my worldview changed. With a take away cortado passing its way through my vains, my senses opened up and I was able to take in the impressions of my lovely surroundings. How this brew has this ability, I don’t know. For me it is not quite comprehensable how some black drops with a touch of milk can be alpha omega of whether my day starts in a good or in a bad way. Psychologic effect or magic,… I don’t really care. Bottom line is, I want to take this opportunity to pay a small tribute to the coffee bean, the drink, the barristas who make it so well. Thankyou, for giving my days a perfect starting point! 

I have now entered virtual life at the most extreeme, creating a blog and exposing my life for the world. Reasons for this are many,.. and maybe not the best. Still, I felt time was here to join the blogging community. I hope you all take me in with open arms

I lead a busy life, and keeping everybody updated at all times is fairly impossible. Therefore I decided to give you all the choice yourself, whether you want to stay on track with my life and my thoughts and occasional wierdness  

Feel free to comment any time any day! This therefore means i’m up for questions and discussions about anything you might have on your mind.

These are busy days, with exams coming up, work having much impact on my body and soul, and then there is the occasional workout of course. Social scene is busy and fun as usual! All my friends are amazing! Those of you wanting to join in for a party, a coffee etc .., you’re more than welcome to do so And with this blog, guess what!? Socialising is also possible in a virtual dimension 

Looking forward to creative responses to my newfound virtual personality!