Kristofer

And after surviving an excrutiating day of discomfort and feeling like a bulldozer had driven over me, we defied nature and went to enjoy a football game. Tromsø team TIL was playing against Kristiansand's Start. And there is only one reason for me to have been shivering in the mighty blizard for a couple of hours: Kristofer Hæstad. Unfortunately he is on the wrong team so when everyone else was booing at his great moves on the field, I was shrieking out and smiling and laughing. It was a great game, despite it's relatively slow pace due to the snow and wind. One guy got really badly hurt as he bumped his head against an other player's head, swallowed his own toung, passed out in the air and landed on the field like a ragdoll. But it was a good experience, made me feel better and the injured guy is also apparently doing better. So all's well that ends well. And remind me not to drink wine. Ever again.

in vino veritas

Me before dressing up

Me in costume

Me the next morning
And by the way, there is no friggin truth to be found in wine.

There are two ways of approaching halloween. One is the most common way, which means dressing up in an incywincy teeny tiny honey dripping costume for once, which many young ladies would apparently looove to do more often! Ok, I admit that putting on lots of slutty makeup and wearing clothes that make men blush and stutter is appealing, but not my approach this time. I'm not going to say anything about the costume, I think the pictures I have planned on posting this upcoming Sunday will indeed do all the explaining. Let's just say that there won't be an aura of sexiness following me on that particular night =D It will be interesting to see how my approach is welcomed. It is pretty gruesome and a somewhat politically incorrect costume to choose. Check for updates on the issue at the end of the week.

This feels a bit on the side of just-a-little-bit-wrong. I have been fighting all day with the internet connection in our house with nothing good coming out of it. And then suddenly there was this little name infront of me, "belkin54g". So I clicked on it and VOILA! I am as connected to the events of the world as Jon Stewart. But still it doesn't feel right. I mean who is this Belkin person? Why hasn't he locked his internet like the other people? A big thank you in any case Mr. Belkin, all the best to you! And now that I'm here, I'll post a picture of one of my best friends from the summer. Ladies and gents, I present to you.. Satu! After a hard days work in the reception/bar.

Swirling around, dancing so elegantly and calmly. It's as if they are almost teasing you, silently laughing, showing off their beautiful colourful moves that are one with the cold night sky. They appear to be free from the worries of this world, light and gentle, slowly moving towards the horizon and blending into the heavy winter clouds. Whistle at them and they will add an extra twirl to their performance before disappearing, leaving you with promises of returning. Mörketid is sure enough on its way, paving way for a different kind of light, one that glows in greens, yellows and reds, burning in the sky.

I am a visual person. This is why it is especially difficult for me to read about the reconstruction policies in Thailand after the tsunami. When the topic of discussion turns to land rights and appropriate distances to build from the beach, I see this:


And when they start discussing the urgency to fix the local fishermens' boats, I see this:




The number of people that ended up being swallowed by the sea and vanishing from the face of the earth is remarkable. This is what I see and can't help but to wonder what the story behind the lost, lonely flipflop is:




Today is one of those fabulous nippy days that whisper secrets of the upcoming winter. The sun is melting the slight frost off the remaining leaves on the trees. Thailand is far from here, but the images come back to me constantly. Maybe I did leave a piece of myself into the warmth of the water flowing through my toes as I was sinking into the wet sand. But what I took back with me is a need to do something. Something to ease the load of this world. I don't know what is is yet but I'm sure I will find out when the time is right.

You would think that everyone looks good in black. Stylish, timeless, smart. True, the black does create an effect of dignity and severity, but is it always a good thing to appear slimmer than you in actual fact are? I will give it a day or two before going back to white or something totally crazy and surprising. Maybe. But for now I will concentrate on hoping and wishing that the Norwegian Postal Office will co-operate with me this once, as I am awaiting important packages during this or next week. It all has to do with a celebration that has caused Scott to buy a piñata shaped like a pumpkin and me to make several phone calls abroad and send wierd e-mails to places I have never contacted before. So beware of what is to come, it might just bring out the devil in you if you're not careful.

Nyhet

If you haven't noticed, there is a tiny little nyhet on my blogthing. Under links there is a mysteryous new name, Stian. Click on it and see what happens. Partly in English, partly in Norwegian, hope you understand both because it will crack you up. If you have the right (?) kind of sense of humor. Especially good one I thought was a post from July, where Stian meets Mr.G in Nepal. Lean back and enjoy the ride!

Friday the 13th

The myths of Friday the 13 th as a day of misfortune, accidents and just general bad luck has always made me wonder. Could it be? Is there something special about that particular number and day? If you find yourself fearing F13, you're not alone on that one. It has even been given a name so that people can identify their irrational (?) feelings of fear: paraskavedekatriaphobia. Fear of the number 13. Just remember that when you are afraid of something, your level of anxiety goes shooting through the roof and makes you more prone to little mishaps and thumblings.

I was paying attention yesterday, not fearing but just being more aware of what was going on around me. For some reason it didn't all seem so scary..

We got a lot of free pens and balloons from work (never happened before), also got a free lunch, realized that I had only two minutes to wait for a bus that I have to wait almost an hour for on any other given day, found a super cheap norwegian sweater that I have been looking for for a year and a half, found cheap rubber boots ( I knew it would rain today!), found a cool Nokia jacket and got it REALLY cheap cause the counter lady gave me the wrong change. All in all it was a pretty good day for a student. Getting anything for free or catching a good deal is something that makes our lives just that much easier. So today I can spend those extra pennies I saved on some new workout clothes. And also my brother was born on F13 and he's one of the luckiest people on this planet. So were Thomas Jefferson, Steve Buscemi and Fidel Castro. Don't know about their luck but at least they are famous.

What a good thing it's getting cold here in Tromsö. Me and Maaike were just getting off the bus at the uni in the morning when M suddenly stopped and looked at me with a stunned look on her face. She said that a kid just fell out of the bus ahead of us. The bus was moving and had forgotten its backdoors open. So this toddler of about 3 just decided it was a good idea to lean out of the doors and FLOMP, he was on the ground. He didn't seem too shook up cause he just got up and seemed to be looking for his mom, who was of course still on the bus. This little kid was so neatly packed into his puffy winter outfit that I'm guessing he didn't get too badly hit. As I said, what a good thing its getting cold up here!

I have finally moved back into my room. Tsvetan moved out this morning and it didn't take long for me to stumble up the stairs with all my stuff and slam them onto the floor. I have claimed and marked my space in the Peace House. Looking forward to the upcoming end-of-autumn days when I can sit in my room listening to music and watching the candles flicker in the slight but constant wind that never seems to find its way out of my room. Shwaaaa!! (South African for "Nice!!")

The power of emotions

I was thinking about it yesterday at around 2AM when I was standing in a taxi queue at the airport in Tromsö. I was asking myself, why I am so tired? It's not even that late yet but still my knees are wobbling and I'm shaking like a leaf. And I truely felt like I could fall asleep right then and there. Could I be coming down with something, like the flue or perhaps even narcolepsy? Then I realised. I diagnosed myself with post-living-out-of-a-suitcase/backpack syndrome. Even though I am still going to be living out of a suitcase in our living room for the next two weeks.


Anyhow, the symptoms include tiredness when having to move from one place to an other or when confronted with the need to pack something somewhere. And excessive amounts of sighing when even thinking a about doing either of the above. No more I say. And no more emotional baggage please! I think I've also had my share of that during these 6 months. For now I will be glad with having a good nights sleep on the couch all by myself. Good night everyone and I'll get back to you when I have recovered completely :0)