Favourite things

Just a little entry about new favourite things in my apartment; things that I love, appreciate and things that mean something to me. Priceless things they are...

I had an entry about this some other time too...

I adore brown bags like this, especially the kind I get at a local shop called “Krims & krams”. (Which kind of translates to knick-knacks) Oh, they sell the most gorgeous things. And every bag has a little life-wisdom attached to it, hanging from old-looking string. Just look:

The string says: Don't let your mind get overloaded with worries, because then there won't be enough space left for the things that do you good...

I visited this shop yesterday, and ended up with these things: a little cute box, a sign that says velkommen, which means welcome, and an antique looking chalk board for the kitchen. I am in love with these things, so they are now also a part of my favourite things...

This little box I got from Laura for Christmas, amongst other things. Her mum had painted it, and I think also used decoupage on it. It stands on a table in my living-room, together with the little box I bought yesterday.

This Matryoshka doll was a gift from Leila, aka Momiji ,for Christmas, together with a world history book. I had one with the exact same colours as a child, so this brings back nice memories. I keep it in my bookshelf.

This is a little box, which is originally a cheese box. I painted it and put little Swarovski pearls on it. It isn’t all that fabulous for outsiders, but I love it. It makes me happy. I love things that sparkle!!

This is a painting my brother did about two years ago. It makes me ponder and philosophize.

I really like having things around the house that are homemade.

Most of my wall art are made by me or my brother. But then I have these two pictures that aren’t:

This just spoke to me, and that saying is SO me! Fantasies are my "life". Love them.

While this one I chose because I adore Gustav Klimt. It calms me and my guests.

It is soothing to look at. It hangs behind my sofa.

And last but not least my mirror. I just bought it, and it was in gold. However, I painted it with purple and then with silver on top of there. I think it turned out fab! Now I only need to hang it up on my wall in here.

So, that was some of my favourite things at the moment... I am in love with them all!!

I am doing quite fine by the way... My first cousin has helped with her coaching. She's a gem!

Monsoon :-)

A little story

So, a few weeks ago someone sent something out of this country


so that it would reach someone in this country.





That was how the story started, at least for the thing that was sent... So then it travelled half around the globe. It was handled by many hands on the way, being tossed and thrown around. And arrived at its final destiantion in a wet and tired condition, poor thing!!

So today I went to pick up my post in my green mailbox. Here it is. It might just be the one with the humongous red arrow pointing at it. (I removed the last names and some first names of my neighbours’ boxes, and my own, for privacy...)



Anywhoooo... I opened the box, and in it was an orang-utan. Yeah, that’s right. But it was only a picture of one, on a card from Malaysia. Can you imagine!? Me? A card from exotic Malaysia!? I was so excited! I picked it up and placed it on the lid to take a picture of it.

Then I carried it in through this door

And sat down in this sofa to read it...

It was from Lynne, a fellow blogger and a friend. I kind of knew that, as I had participated in her Postcard/link exchange 2009. Read about it here. She told me that it was hot and humid there, and some other nice things. I am sure she had a great time there!!

And I do recommend Lynne’s blog(s). In “A Malaysian abroad” she, amongst others, looks at the differences and similarities between three countries to which she has a connection. Very interesting and funny! Check it out: A Malaysian abroad

The card was gorgeous. I love animals! I’d like to go to Malaysia and see all the beauty I am sure it holds. It is always so cool the see someone’s handwriting after knowing them “only” online for years. Seeing Lynne’s was no exception. I loved it. Such a cool handwriting, compared to mine. Yikes, mine is horrible. I have like ten different ways of writing a t. Bad.

In the end the card ended up on my fridge, like this.

So thanks Lynne dear, for the beautiful card! It was much appreciated!!

Emotional day

Very emotional today. Very. I just had to tell. I am fighting the tears, and I don't want to. I just watched "Stealing beauty", a film by Bernardo Bertolucci, and it moves me so. There isn't a lot of action, but there is beauty. eroticism. sensuality. vivid colours. stunning Liv. tension. Life and death. Only sad thing is that when seeing it I feel like I've wasted half my life. Wasted youth and beauty. I took it away from myself. It wasn't fair. I don't like what I did. I wish I could go back and smack me on the head. But then, I don't want to dwell. I want to see the beauty in NOW. In what I am now. There isn't only splendour in youth. I should know, "only" fancying people who are like 20 years my senior. Also, Jeremy Irons' eyes reminded me of another pair of eyes that I love. I don't think they actually look the same; it was more what they radiated. What you could sense from looking into them.  

I want eroticism in my life. I want to be wanton by someone else’s touch. I want to wear a skirt, and seduce someone. I want to flirt and play, run, and be chased down a green meadow. I want to love. And I want to be loved. I want to feel overwhelmed after sex. I am vulnerable now. Naked (not literally). I sit here telling you what I want, even though it might sound pathetic. I don’t care. I don’t give a fuck. This is me now, today.

I am going to get me a life that I like. 

A HUGE sigh of madness

I am in the middle of my home exam. It started yesterday, and ends tomorrow at 14.00. (2 pm) I hate research method, did I not mention that before, well I do. I loathe it. Not very interesting, and especially as it has nothing to do with social work at all. It is its own little boring subject, isn't it!?! And difficult too. Why do I need to discuss qualitative design of examination? Why oh why? And to look for variables, unities, median and such in a table? Yuk! It is supposed to prepare me for my Bachelors assignment. I don't see the connection really, as we don't have to be that scientific about it. Bugger, feck-fecity-feck...

EV 

Exam, history and stuff

History, I think it is my passion number one. It is like I never tire from reading, listening and watching historical themes. I find almost everything interesting. Persons of the past; even those who didn’t leave huge legacies are exciting. They all lived, had families, were someone’s daughter or son, worked, ate, fought, had children, had dreams, fantasised etc etc. Depending on when they lived, the way they did all this would differ from our way, accordingly. I find that appealing. That difference is the key. The thought of someone else living on the same land as I do now, and to think about how they lived their lives, excites me no end. Jæren, which is the name for the biggest flat rural area in Norway, and in which I live, was one of the first places to de-ice in here, 12 000 years ago. (The rest of the country finished de-icing 9000 years ago.) So I always ponder upon how things looked like then. When the ice first melted, and withdrew further inland, and created this fantastic landscape. Was there a woman my age here then, striving to get by? Fighting to feed her children. To find food. How did she communicate? Did she dream? What did she think thunder was? Did they respect the earth? Did she sing? Did she care about her looks? Her world was limited, but she could still have had hopes... What were they? Different than mine, of course, as her biggest concern was finding food... I wish I could go back in time and see. My biggest, unrealistic, dream is to travel back in time. Oh my, all the eras and all the historical moments I would have loved to be part of. I’ve just finished watching the whole Friends series, the fourth time since I got the series for Christmas 3 years ago. And you who have seen it know that Ross is always trying to talk about his job as a palaeontologist, yet no one wants to listen. How? Why? I don’t get it! Of the 6 he has the most interesting job, according to me. If I had a friend who was a historian, a palaeontologist or something like that, I’d give them no peace. I would relentlessly nag them to tell me about work. I think for me the most interesting job would be archaeologist. Wow. That’d be brilliant. When I was a child I wanted to be three things; archaeologist, actress or a “star” (star was a collective term for all types of celebrities) Yes, I can see that I have totally fulfilled my childhood wishes... Applause!

Lately my ears have been beeping. To be honest I thought it was the TV, and thought I had to get a new TV. But then today I realized that it was my ears that were making the horribly high sound. I cried in my bed, as I got really scared. I’ve always said that if I got tinnitus I’d go and fucking kill myself, that is how scared I am of that. I have read about it on the net, and found that certain medication and also high blood pressure can cause it. I’ve never had high blood pressure, miraculously, but perhaps I’ve gotten it now. Who knows? To be honest, if the beeping continues, I have to see a doctor, and please God that it “only” is high blood pressure or something else treatable. As we all know tinnitus is not so much treatable.

Tomorrow I am starting my last exam of my study, as I after that only have my BIG Bachelor assignment left. So as I was saying, my last exam starts tomorrow. It is a two-day home exam and the subject is research method, and my feeling towards it is this; I could not give a rat’s ass. (To use a very “trashy” expression...) I don’t want to! The whole subject bores me no end. It means nothing to me, and it doesn’t have anything to do with my discipline. However, I should shut my gobshite and be insanely grateful that I am able to get higher education. I mean, people in many other countries can’t even afford it, as it costs too much. Here it is free for everyone, so I should be glad of it.

A few posts below i talked about dreaming of living in Spain. I’ve looked on houses, flats and all, to see what I could afford. I think I will be ok, for renting. The BIG dream is however to buy a house one day. Only problem is that this is what I would love: Ooooh looooovely...


And this is what I probably could afford. Bummer! But who knows, I might become richer, moneywise. I will start thinking rich... Haha!

Gotta go now.

EV :-)