What happens. .

When you give a hairdresser apprentice creative freedom to do with you as she pleases??


She colors it bright red and cuts most of it off 😛
Lucky for me she was a great hairdresser and gave me a new look that I really like, even though I get spooked by not recognizing my own reflection in the mirror 😛


And that’s all I have to say about that before I’m heading off to the world of dreams!

Toodles and good night 🙂

Date night!!

I just came to think earlier today that it has been forever since me and Simon has been on a proper date, just him and me.
We used to work together from we met until this summer and then we saw each other all the time. Now that I have changed workplace we actually don’t see each other that much at all. And when we do we’re tired and in our pyjamas at home.
Don’t get me wrong, I love beeing that comfortable at home with him but it doesn’t always do it on the romance part for me. So I’m so excited right now. I’m sitting at Vapiano (an Italian restaurant) in Oslo, doing some writing while I’m waiting for the best boyfriend in the whole world!!
Wish you all a romantic evening 😉






Poem of the Day – 29.07.2013

A Late Walk

When I go up through the mowing field,
The headless aftermath,
Smooth-laid like thatch with the heavy dew,
Half closes the garden path.

And when I come to the garden ground,
The whir of sober birds
Up from the tangle of withered weeds
Is sadder than any words

A tree beside the wall stands bare,
But a leaf that lingered brown,
Disturbed, I doubt not, by my thought,
Comes softly rattling down.

I end not far from my going forth
By picking the faded blue
Of the last remaining aster flower
To carry again to you.


– Robert Frost

I survived!

Saturday came and went and turned out to be a lot better than I expected it to be. Kathrine and I were both nervous and feeling less than excited about the whole event. Instead of actually renting a place where we could have a reunion party they went with the let’s-meet-up-at-the-beach-solution which had the end result of not a lot of people showing up at all. At the most I think we were about nineteen out of the 120 invited. We stayed for two hours and even that was pushing it beyond the point of utter boredom. None of the nineteen was from hour class so we didn’t really know them anyway.

But on the plus side of it all, the people who bullied me weren’t there either. So I didn’t have to go through all the fake greetings and the not so pleasant walk down memory lane.

We eventually went back to my fathers house and sat there sharing a bottle of wine before we took a night out on the town.  There we meet one of my younger brothers and there were a lot of smiles, talking and dancing. We went home at four in the morning with a feeling of bliss and smiles on our faces.

At the end of it all I’m glad I went. Now I don’t have to wonder if I missed anything. And the cherry on top was getting a lot of quality time with family and friends. I wish the weekends could last a little longer..


Poem of the Day – 26.07.2013

Annabel Lee


It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea;
But we loved with a love that was more than love-
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me-
Yes!- that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we-
Of many far wiser than we-
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride,
In the sepulchre there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea.


– Edgar Allan Poe

It’s reunion time…

The time has come. It’s been ten years since I got out of high school and this weekend we’re having a reunion.

I’m going to admit that I do have mixed feelings about this reunion. I wasn’t any kind of popular in school and was bullied a lot. I got to feel how cruel girls at that age can really be. A part of me wants to meet those girls and tell them that every mean word they ever threw me has made me into to strong person I am today, and yet there is another part of me that wants to run away screaming.

I do have a feeling that as they have now grown up they will act like the bullying never happened, but the ones that are bullied forgive but we never forget. If any of them would be big enough of a person and give me an apology I would gladly accept it, but I don’t expect any of them to give me that. I’m expecting a fake welcoming and the girlfriend act that pisses me off big time.

“Hiiii! How are you?? What have you been up to?? “

For over two years they made my life miserable and for some reason it should all just be well and forgotten. I’m not saying that I’m holding a grudge because that isn’t the kind of person I am, but there still is a part of me that hurts whenever I think back to those years.

Maybe I’m just afraid of feeling all of those things again. And even though I know that I’m a strong person I don’t really know how I will react to the situation. I usually avoid being stuck in places with people I don’t get along with. It’s not worth my energy or my time.

This time I’m making an exception and giving it a go. I’m so glad that Kathrine and I are still friends so that we can go to this thing together. And we have decided that if we feel uncomfortable and anyone of us wants to leave we will do so. Then she and I will go out and have a glorious time as we usually do!

It feels good to have a plan B.


Poem of the Day – 25.07.2013

A Divine Image


Cruelty has a human heart,
And Jealousy a human face;
Terror the human form divine,
And Secresy the human dress.

The human dress is forged iron,
The human form a fiery forge,
The human face a furnace sealed,
The human heart its hungry gorge.

– William Blake


If you’re going to see one band live this year…

Let it be Muse!

One of the Christmas presents I got from my dear boyfriend was tickets for us to a Muse concert. I’ve been waiting and waiting for the day of the concert and yesterday that day finally came. A good friend of mine and her boyfriend were going too, as well as a couple of Simon’s colleagues. I got the set list from the other concert they played in Bergen from my friend Kathrine and I had the whole day at work to warm up to the concert and as the hours drew closer I got more and more excited about seeing Muse live for the first time.

We ate dinner together with his colleagues and had a couple of beers and off we went with smiles on our faces.

And my smile just grew and grew. When they kick started the show with “Unsustainable” the mood was set and I was grinning from ear to ear, singing and dancing like a child at Christmas.

I now know why Muse’s live shows always gets so great reviews. The energy, the music, the voices and the show. It was all in perfect harmony and the only thing I wish I could have changed was the temperature inside the concert hall, but that has nothing to do with Muse as performers.

I enjoyed every minute of it! And the highlights for me was “Unsustainable”, “Knights of Cydonia”, “Unintended”, “Survival”, “Panic Station” and “Starlight”.

If you have the opportunity to go and see this band perform I would highly recommend you do so!


 You can check out their tour dates HERE 🙂




Naked Ambition

Being sick and home from work yesterday I found myself looking around Netflix for some easy entertainment and I found it in Michael Grecco’s documentary Naked Ambition.


An R rated look at an x rated industry. Michael Grecco is at the AVN – porn convention in Las Vegas and wants to make a coffee table book about the real people behind the industry that fascinates so many.
I myself have always been fascinated by the porn industry and found that my fascination with it had a lot in common with Grecco’s. How there’s a room in porn for every kind of different people and personalities. The real people that has in no way been threatened or pushed into the business but really wants to be there. Exhibitionist men and woman that are completely comfortable with their bodies and their sexuality. Porn stars are just as much people as the girl next door. As much as you and I but with different dreams and ambitions. Who are we to judge them and not treat them as equals?
Because lets face it. There are “dirty” sides of any kind of industries. If you start looking you’ll find psychopaths in the most respected businesses and employees that hates their jobs.
I’m not saying that everyone in porn should be there but the ones that has taken a grown up decission to do porn should be able to do so without anyone looking down on them.

Kudos to Michael Grecco for a very realistic and open minded look at a very misjudged industry.

Poem of the Day – 22.07.2013

Carnal Apple, Woman Filled, Burning Moon


Carnal apple, Woman filled, burning moon,
dark smell of seaweed, crush of mud and light,
what secret knowledge is clasped between your pillars?
What primal night does Man touch with his senses?
Ay, Love is a journey through waters and stars,
through suffocating air, sharp tempests of grain:
Love is a war of lightning,
and two bodies ruined by a single sweetness.
Kiss by kiss I cover your tiny infinity,
your margins, your rivers, your diminutive villages,
and a genital fire, transformed by delight,
slips through the narrow channels of blood
to precipitate a nocturnal carnation,
to be, and be nothing but light in the dark.


– Pablo Neruda