Høsten er her

Høsten er definitivt over oss, enn hvor lite vi måtte ønske det. Da er det godt å ha gode minner å varme seg på. Minner som for eksempel vår første ferie sammen, til Mykonos:



Jeg savner deg kjæresten min, men er glad for at du er i Alta og opplever nye ting, knytter nye kontakter og får nye erfaringer.

Home again

I'm just home from a one night trip to Laukvik/Svartskog. We went close to the place by car. Walked for about 2 hours along the coast before we found a place to camp. I meant to post this comment with a picture but I'm scared I won't have time to do anything today, as I can't access internet in my dorm. Or I probably could if I bought a license of some kind. I also have to excuse for not having published the posting I started about what Id been up to the days since I left Oslo until my birthday. But now over to tell about the last two days.

Yesterday we went for a camping trip. Arriving at the place we put up the tents, made dinner and had some time to take some pictures. It was really funny, but I feel I have A LOT to learn. And this feeling makes me feel worthless. At the evening we put up a bonfire down by the shore and played a game named Mafia. After we were done playing Marina(a girl from Russia) and I went to sleep down where we had the fire. Today I woke up at 5 and took some pictures. Though I know all of the probably are bad and not really worth keeping. Then at 9 we had morning gathering and ate breakfast. Then we had a lecture and I felt even more like a person with no potential as a photographer. After that we walked as we wished and took some more pictures. Then, all of a sudden it was time to take down the tent and lave. Now I'm back at the school trying to solve a task from photography class and getting some stuff I wish to do done to get up to day with everything. But I'm so tired and know I need a day off to get up to date that it almost feels like I'm falling apart. I hope this feeling soon will disappear.

As soon as I get to it I'll post some of the pictures I've taken. I the mean time enjoy some of the many blueberries I picked on the trip.

Enjoy!

Btw, now I've solved a really annoying task as I am way too critical towards my self and suffer from lack of selv confidence and a terrible fear of failure. But hopefully this year will help and make me take things as they more often as well as love ME of who I AM and not who I wish to be.

Birthday

To day is my birthday and I feel kind of lonely. I'ts probably my own fault as I tend to put my self away from many of the social contecsts and live in my own world.

Thirdteenth 24.08.2009;
I've had my elective; Nature Photography. I got some dust inside the "house of my camera" (I have no idea what this is called) which was kind of sad. Now I'm trying to get a hold of some equipment to clean it. Else I've been sung to during dinner and had to stand on a chair in the middle of the food hall. Then I had in mind to go with the shopping bus down to the city to get a water tight bag, but it costs 50NOK to travel to and from so I think that's a bit to much money just to get a water thight bag to about 200NOK. And now I'm writing this blog entery, drinking tea and knitting. A boy here needs some wrist warmers for the hunting season.

Why was she born so beautiful...

Gratulerer med dagen Panda!

Jeg håper den blir kjempe fin og lærerik, og at folket på Øytun feirer deg skikkelig. Jeg skulle gjerne vært der sammen med deg, og feiret deg, men det går dessverre ikke.

Til trøst har jeg rekruttert litt hjelp fra Stevie Wonder:

Good morning kitty cat

Jeg fant denne på nettet, og syntes den var så avsindig søt, så den måtte bare opp her:

Puss, puss

Kvelden har minnet meg om den andre gangen vi var fra hverandre etter at vi ble sammen. Da, som nå, hadde jeg the Verve's Bittersweet Symphony på hjernen. Da, fordi jeg hadde hørt den på vei tilbake fra innspillingen av QI, i kveld fordi jeg har sett Trond-Viggo og Christopher Schau.

Å ha sunget "Puss, puss", "Hjalmar" og "Tenke sjæl" sammen med mange andre i storsalen på Chateau Neuf var helt klart morsomt, og jeg hadde det hyggelig en god stund. Problemet kom etterhvert, da jeg innså at noe manglet. Panda manglet.

Den følgende videoen er derfor dedikert til Panda:

Savn

Det er en merkelig følelse å, på den ene siden, være veldig i et forhold, og på den andre siden føle seg ensom fordi du ikke er her.

Savnet vil muligens bli enklere å takle etterhvert - jeg satser på det. I mellomtiden lar jeg Arne Ruset trøste meg litt (diktet heter Vi kan ikkje eige kvarandre):

Vi kan ikkje eige kvarandre
tusen dikt har fortalt oss
at vi kan ikkje eige kvarandre,
men vi kan låne kvarandre
og gløyme levere tilbake.

My first few days away from you

All my life I've heard persons talk about how fanstastic, majestetic and astonishing this counrty is. To be quite frank with you I've never really understood all the fuzz about it. But now when I travel though it, almost all the way, I undersand. I've fallen in love with my own country. I'd love to show you a picture of what I've been seeing the last few day. The beauty of my own country.

These photos from the trip are quite random. Just to give you an idea of my last few days. Hopefully, or maybe not as that would mean I'm bored, I'll have time to post some more later and comment all of the pictures. In otherwords is this post likely to be modified.

Adding these pictures I realise that they are really not worthy of showing you my country. My country is much more beautiful. Maybe I one day will have time to travel through it again and take all the pictures I want and capture the real beauty. It should be said that all of the photos are taken from the car. We didn't really have time to stop. But at least, by showing you these you might get an idea of the beauty. Probably not... But... Nah... Enjoy these few and hope for more to come.

~ Panda

Wear Sunscreen

Wear sunscreen.

If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now.

Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Oh, never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they’ve faded. But trust me, in 20 years, you’ll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can’t grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. You are not as fat as you imagine.

Don’t worry about the future. Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind, the kind that blindside you at 4 p.m. on some idle Tuesday.

Do one thing every day that scares you.

Sing.

Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts. Don’t put up with people who are reckless with yours.

Floss.

Don’t waste your time on jealousy. Sometimes you’re ahead, sometimes you’re behind. The race is long and, in the end, it’s only with yourself.

Remember compliments you receive. Forget the insults. If you succeed in doing this, tell me how.

Keep your old love letters. Throw away your old bank statements.

Stretch.

Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives. Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still don’t.

Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees. You’ll miss them when they’re gone.

Maybe you’ll marry, maybe you won’t. Maybe you’ll have children, maybe you won’t. Maybe you’ll divorce at 40, maybe you’ll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don’t congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either. Your choices are half chance. So are everybody else’s.

Enjoy your body. Use it every way you can. Don’t be afraid of it or of what other people think of it. It’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever own.

Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but your living room.

Read the directions, even if you don’t follow them.

Do not read beauty magazines. They will only make you feel ugly.

Get to know your parents. You never know when they’ll be gone for good. Be nice to your siblings. They’re your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.

Understand that friends come and go, but with a precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people who knew you when you were young.

Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard. Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.

Travel.

Accept certain inalienable truths: Prices will rise. Politicians will philander. You, too, will get old. And when you do, you’ll fantasize that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.

Respect your elders.

Don’t expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund. Maybe you’ll have a wealthy spouse. But you never know when either one might run out.

Don’t mess too much with your hair or by the time you’re 40 it will look 85.

Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia. Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it’s worth.

But trust me on the sunscreen

Put in words by E. E. Cummings

i carry your heart with me

i carry your heart with me (i carry it in

my heart) i am never without it (anywhere

i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done

by only me is your doing, my darling)

i fear

no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want

no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)

and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant

and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows

(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud

and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows

higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)

and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)

- E. E Cummings