The coldest day in Oslo, one of those days when the ice cold wind just cuts to your bones and once you get inside it takes forever to warm up.
Building up the courage to go back out there. First a little big beautiful song off the Skins soundtrack.
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Monday, March 7, 2011
It's a new Day it's a new Life
Sometimes I wish I could press the pause button..just to make sure I felt it all, saw it all and learnt what I was supposed to learn from those moments in life that pass you by without you even noticing..
If I ever have the guts to do what these guys do I will die a happy person. I am broke..and working on the stoked part.
If I ever have the guts to do what these guys do I will die a happy person. I am broke..and working on the stoked part.
Saturday, December 11, 2010
would God please turn off the tap...
No more rain ...please stop. It's Christmas for crying out loud
Pouring rain for a few minutes - refreshing
Pouring rain for a day - an excuse to stay in bed and watch movies
Pouring rain for a week - painful
Pouring rain for several weeks - pretty f***n depressing
What to do while the world drowns?
1. take photos of stuff around you that has some sort of meaning to it
2. Read Vagabond and look up the front page photographer:
Raphael Nguyen - check him out, he's brilliant
http://raphaelnguyen.com/
Pouring rain for a few minutes - refreshing
Pouring rain for a day - an excuse to stay in bed and watch movies
Pouring rain for a week - painful
Pouring rain for several weeks - pretty f***n depressing
What to do while the world drowns?
1. take photos of stuff around you that has some sort of meaning to it
2. Read Vagabond and look up the front page photographer:
Raphael Nguyen - check him out, he's brilliant
http://raphaelnguyen.com/
Thursday, October 14, 2010
No title
I woke up thinking it was Sunday then realising it's only Friday...
So instead of reading the Sunday paper I organised my e-mail inbox. The result being that I probably deleted emails that I most certainly will be searching for in a few months..that always happens.
I might have been exaggerating a tiny bit about Ben's travel blog (I just really wanted to get George Clooney's name in there..) I prefer the column..that could be due to the fact that I prefer newspapers or books over online reading.
Why?
I just like turning pages.
So instead of reading the Sunday paper I organised my e-mail inbox. The result being that I probably deleted emails that I most certainly will be searching for in a few months..that always happens.
I might have been exaggerating a tiny bit about Ben's travel blog (I just really wanted to get George Clooney's name in there..) I prefer the column..that could be due to the fact that I prefer newspapers or books over online reading.
Why?
I just like turning pages.
Monday, October 11, 2010
For the love of travel
I recently discovered Ben Groundwater. He makes my Sundays better.. why? I'm sure some of you know that my life at the moment consists of doing 'fuck all' (yes, sometimes strong words are a necessity)..therefor the Sunday paper is a life saver. And who writes a damn good travel blog, featuring a Sunday column, "something to declare", in The Sun-Herald? Mister Ben.
It's just the right amount of words to consume with your Sunday breakfast..as when reading anything to do with travel, the side effects are nasty of course...it makes you want to get up and leave.Asap. So make sure you have an exquisite(think George Clooney in the Nespresso commercial..)cup of coffee to keep your behind grounded...
http://www.smh.com.au/travel/blog/the-backpacker
It's just the right amount of words to consume with your Sunday breakfast..as when reading anything to do with travel, the side effects are nasty of course...it makes you want to get up and leave.Asap. So make sure you have an exquisite(think George Clooney in the Nespresso commercial..)cup of coffee to keep your behind grounded...
http://www.smh.com.au/travel/blog/the-backpacker
Sunday, October 10, 2010
"Boy"
Being an Aussie you're not supposed to say this out loud, let alone post it on the Internet for the whole world to see(since I'm only half Aussie I figured I could get away with it..), so here goes.....I love the kiwi accent! Especially when spoken by a young Maori named "Boy" who loves Michael Jackson...
This is one of those movies you can watch over and over and it will still be funny. Not Will Ferrel funny (thank God), but proper feel-good-and-braking-your-heart-at-the-same-time-funny.
It's love. It's kiwi love. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RwqfR8g-Qow
This is one of those movies you can watch over and over and it will still be funny. Not Will Ferrel funny (thank God), but proper feel-good-and-braking-your-heart-at-the-same-time-funny.
It's love. It's kiwi love. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RwqfR8g-Qow
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
The Joy of House Hunting
So yet again I discover that this house hunting business stops being exciting after the first two house inspections..
In my 25 year old/young (depending on who you're talking to) life I have for some reason made this disappointing discovery multiple times..I am once again fooled by my own excitement of living somewhere new.
Being somewhere new = fun
Exploring the area = fun..more fun if you have a bicycle..I don't = sore feet.
Going to house inspections = fun if it turns out it looks how you pictured it would (judging by realestate.com.au). If it's nothing like it = heart dropping to your knees disappointment
Going to multiple inspections over a period of 6 days = exhausting
Filling out application forms and realising you still don't look good on paper = provokes "what's-the-point-we're-never-going-to-get-this-one"-attitude
If only I could magically turn 35 with a good job and well presented rental history every time I go house hunting...(Obviously I would go straight back to 25, or maybe even 22 if possible, as soon as the papers are signed..I mean, if you're 35 with a good job, what are you doing still renting...duh..)
In my 25 year old/young (depending on who you're talking to) life I have for some reason made this disappointing discovery multiple times..I am once again fooled by my own excitement of living somewhere new.
Being somewhere new = fun
Exploring the area = fun..more fun if you have a bicycle..I don't = sore feet.
Going to house inspections = fun if it turns out it looks how you pictured it would (judging by realestate.com.au). If it's nothing like it = heart dropping to your knees disappointment
Going to multiple inspections over a period of 6 days = exhausting
Filling out application forms and realising you still don't look good on paper = provokes "what's-the-point-we're-never-going-to-get-this-one"-attitude
If only I could magically turn 35 with a good job and well presented rental history every time I go house hunting...(Obviously I would go straight back to 25, or maybe even 22 if possible, as soon as the papers are signed..I mean, if you're 35 with a good job, what are you doing still renting...duh..)
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