mandag 28. juni 2010

when i slip im still an animal



There was a time when my world was filled with darkness,
darkness darkness.
Then I stopped dreaming, now i'm supposed to fill it up with something,
something, something.

In your eyes I see the eyes of somebody I knew before,
long long, long ago.
But I'm still trying to make my mind up, am I free or am I tied up?

I change shapes just to hide in this place, but I'm still, I'm still an animal.
Nobody knows it but me when I slip, yeah I slip, I'm still an animal.

There is a hole and I tried to fill it up with money, money, money.
But it gets bigger to your hopes, it's always running, running, running.

In your eyes I see the eyes of somebody who could be so,
tell me if i'm wrong.
Now i'm pulling your disguise up. Are you free or are you tied up?


I change shapes just to hide in this place, but I'm still, I'm still an animal.
Nobody knows it but me when I slip, yeah I slip, I'm still an animal.

There was a time when my world was filled with darkness,
darkness darkness.
Then I stopped dreaming, now i'm supposed to fill it up with something,
something, something.

In your eyes I see the eyes of somebody I knew before,
long long, long ago.
But I'm still trying to make my mind up, am I free or am I tied up?

I change shapes just to hide in this place, but I'm still, I'm still an animal.
Nobody knows it but me when I slip, yeah I slip, I'm still an animal.

There is a hole and I tried to fill it up with money, money, money.
But it gets bigger to your hopes, it's always running, running, running.

In your eyes I see the eyes of somebody who could be so,
tell me if i'm wrong.
Now i'm pulling your disguise up. Are you free or are you tied up?

I change shapes just to hide in this place, but I'm still, I'm still an animal.
Nobody knows it but me when I slip, yeah I slip, I'm still an animal.






søndag 27. juni 2010

i like i cant refuse it







fanny



Fanny Lu - Tù No Eres Para Mi
Que me dice que me quiere
Que vivir sin mi no puede
Que lo agobian los momentos
En que no estoy junto a él

Que siempre me había esperado
Que era a quien había soñado
La que su mamá quería
Pa' que fuera su mujer

Aaaay..

Que mis ojos son estrellas
Que mi risa es la más bella
Que todos mis atributos
Son perfectos para él

Que si fuera un retratista
Y que si fuera un buen artista
Yo sería su Mona Lisa
Y hasta un tango de Gardel

Y eso no lo trago yo..

CORO:
Quiero que tu sepas que tú no eres para mi
Que tú no eres para mi
Siempre supe pero no hice caso
Que ni se te ocurra aparecer por aquí
Aparecer por aquí
Con tus enrredos y cuentos baratos

Quiero que tú sepas que yo no soy para ti
Que yo no soy para ti
Siempre supe pero no hice caso
Que ni se me ocurra estar de nuevo junto a ti
Estar de nuevo junto a ti
Mi corazón no aguanta más fracasos

Que me promete la Luna
Que yo soy como ninguna
Que parezco una doncella
De esas que hay que proteger

Que sus vicios ha dejado
Que su sueldo le ha aumentado
Que me promete la vida
Que yo siento merecer

Y eso no lo trago yo...

CORO:
Quiero que tu sepas que tú no eres para mi
Que tú no eres para mi
Siempre supe pero no hice caso
Que ni se te ocurra aparecer por aquí
Aparacer por aquí
Con tus enrredos y cuentos baratos

Quiero que tú sepas que yo no soy para ti
Que yo no soy para ti
Siempre supe pero no hice caso
Que ni se me ocurra estar de nuevo junto a ti
Estar de nuevo junto a ti
Mi corazón no aguanta más fracasos

BRIDGE:
Y yo, que tanto me decía
Que no me convenías, que eras mi destrucción
Y siempre yo, tratando de dejarte
Tu día ya llegó
Tu día ya llegó..

CORO:
Quiero que tú sepas que tu no eres para mi
Que tú no eres para mi
Siempre supe pero no hice caso
Que ni se te ocurra aparecer por aquí
Aparacer por aquí
Con tus enrredos y cuentos baratos

Quiero que tu sepas que yo no soy para ti
Que yo no soy para ti
Siempre supe pero no hice caso
Que ni se me ocurra estar de nuevo junto a ti
Estar de nuevo junto a ti
Mi corazón no aguanta más fracasos...



Fanny Lu - Celos

Celos de tus ojos
Cuando miras a otra chica
Tengo celos, celos
Celos de tus manos
Cuando abrazas otra chica
Tengo celos, celos

Cuando te encuentras con alguien
Cuando caminas con alguien
Cuando te siento felíz
Yo tengo celos, tengo celos

Hoy quiero bailar sólo contigo
Y hoy quiero soñar que tú eres mío
Hoy te daré todo mi amor en un abrazo
Y tú prometerás que nunca más
Me harás sentir, nunca más
Nunca más, nunca más, nunca
Celos, celos

Celos de tu boca cuando
Besas a otra chica
Tengo celos, celos

Celos de la noche
Que comparte tus secretos
Tengo celos, celos

Cuando te miro a los ojos
Cuando te siento a mi lado
Cuando te veo marchar
Yo tengo celos, tengo celos

Hoy quiero bailar sólo contigo
Y hoy quiero soñar que tú eres mío
Hoy te daré todo mi amor en un abrazo
Y tú prometerás que nunca más
Me harás sentir, nunca más
Nunca más, nunca más, nunca
Celos, celos

Celos de tus ojos
Celos de tus manos
Celos de tu boca
Celos de la noche
Celos...

Tu prometerás que nunca más
Me harás sentir, nunca más
Nunca mas, nunca mas, nunca
Celos...

fredag 25. juni 2010

all this time you had had it in you



my home town, Førde.

i am back in my soft bed. its 4 am and the jet-lag is fucking with me. it is 10 degrees outside and chilly. the water pressure is excellent and warm. people walk faster than me for a change; rushing along to wherever they are going. they are punctual, productive and proud. i am definitely back in Norway. a reunion to meet up with old friends must be carefully planned, everyones schedules are complicated and it is nearly impossible to gather everyone at the same time. my parents sit in their beautiful white sofa, sipping Italian Chianti wine, asking me to try it, as if I would taste the difference. while is was away, they got a 52" LCD screen, a new Volvo and refrigerator.

it is good to be back, although i do feel the need for gradual adjustment from being used to be just me, to being social and around people. meanwhile, its in the middle of the night and i woke up to start the day. pinche jet-lag.

i start working Monday. then i work for two weeks, and then i have most of JulY free to do whatever i wish. i want to go to bergen and visit (someone told me you got married? i guess you failed to mention that during those 6 months you got me loud) in august my eldest cousin is getting married on an northern island. it will be a lot of fun, although i am not particularly looking forward to face my judgmental auntie who apparently find my blog disturbing and scary material. well, news flash - dont read my fucking blog then, and dont go around bitching about it to my already concerned mother. youre not all that "glossy colored prints yourselves, and you know it. but love you unconditionally. and i know they love me too, i just dont always love myself.

i know it has only been one day, but i have been thinking of trips i want to do in the future.... how cool would it be to go from Mexico and down south all the way to Panama...! perhaps in December-January, after my second exchange semester is complete. i also want to see Argentina. and how about living in Ireland for a while? perhaps working? find me self an Irish man? their accent is undeniably hot and it makes my blush immediately. so little time, so much to do. Henrik, my big bro, is going down under for a semester or two in 3 weeks. that i envy him, Australia has always been a dream of mine (but you cant do it all, can u), but i also think its something he has deserved.

lørdag 19. juni 2010

thats not my name!



Im sitting here at Antik cafe watching the game between Denmark and Cameroon. Of course I am cheering for my neighbours. It is 37 min into the game and the score is 1-1. Cameroon scored after 9 min.
Going to Antik, drinking a coffee or eating has been the highlight of the day the past 3 days. I am sick and have been taking antibiotica and some other crap, but I am not feeling that its working. I just get very tired.
Yesterday I started cleaning Marios apartment as a thank you for letting me stay there for free. I have bought in alot of cleaning stuff for him. Now I just lack putting tre lightbolts in and sweeping the floor with some soap. I think he'll be happy for that.

I still have four days to kill in Guanajuato before I go to Mexico City and my plain to Norway. I'll be home in my home town in the morning of June 25, if everything goes after the plan.

The game has now lasted for 42 minutes and it has been heap loads of chances on both sides. this is a fun game!



maybe ill go see a movie now. the only one worth seeing that i havent already seen is "New York, te amo".

torsdag 17. juni 2010

photoshoot!

I have a friend whos name is Zoe and he is a photographer. He asked me if I would take a couple of photos with him and his crew and I said yes. We went to a local bar and took some cool pics by the pool table, by the window and in a sofa.

here is his blog

Here are two of the photos he has published thus far




click on the photos if you wish to enlarge them. push "back" if you want to return to blog.

We discussed doing some more photos on the country side. We'll see....:)

søndag 13. juni 2010

Puerta Vallarta II

jeg er ferdig med eksamene mine og sommeren er her. det har ikke vaert saa alt for god stemning i vertshuset jeg har bodd i siden januar i den siste tiden...saa jeg satt med ned og jeg ble enig med Lourdes om at det var best at jeg flyttet ut. vennen min Mario tilbydde meg aa bo i leiligheten hans (han dro til Mexico City og skal vaere der hele ferien, saa leiligheten hans stod tom). jeg fikk hjelp av Fabiola, en skjoenn jente fra Veracruz, til aa flytte alle tingene mine. jeg har mye mer saker naa enn jeg hadde da jeg kom! puh! mange trapper og en 30 kilos gigantisk koffert. blood sweat n tears! leiligheten til mario ligger et stykke unna sentrum, mne pytt pytt. problemet er heller at det er veldig skittent der (mannfolk). men jeg sa til han at jeg skal rengjoere leiligheten hans som en tjeneste for at jeg faar bo der gratis.
saa, jeg flyttet da ut forrige fredag: puttet sakene mine hos mario, og satt meg paa bussen til Puerta vallarta med en liten ryggsekk. FERIE. jeg kjente at jeg trengte aa komme meg litt bort i fra boblen Guanajuato. jeg reiste i 10 timer foer jeg kom fram. paa bussen kom jeg i prat med sidemannen. han heter Sergio og er 22 og var paa vei til Vallarta for aa ta en eksamen. men han visste ik hvor han skulle bo, saa jeg foreslo at han kunne joine meg paa hostellet Oasis, hvor jeg bodde forrige gang jeg var her. han ble hentet av en kompis paa busst.,og jeg satt paa. sparte litt taxipenger.

det er deilig aa vaere tilbake i vallarta. jeg dro tilbake pga stranda og beach volleyen, men ogsaa fordi jeg fikk veldig god kontakt med personalet paa hostellet, naermere sagt han som driver hostellet. vi har vaert ute og festet to netter paa rad! jeg er ganske sliten! i gaar var det foedselsdagen til pappaen i huset, og gjengen fra hostellet var invitert. vi spiste skikkelig god mat (reker, kylling, salat etc) og oel. det var en dame og en mann som spilte musikk. etter hvert ble det line dancing og salsa. jeg er ikke dreven. etter bursdagsfesten paa taket dro vi videre ut i natten. vi klarte aa presse hele 12 personer inn i en bil! tre i bagasjerommet, 5 i baksetet, sjaafoeren og tre andre fremme. utrolig at det gikk. da vi etterpaa poppet ut én etter én var det nesten som vi saa ut som et lite fotballag med alt for liten transportbil. vi skulle paa en GAY club!

Gjengen fra hostellet bestaar av en gjeng australianere og meg. Gay clubbeb var en mildt sagt interessant opplevelse, skal det sies! i midten av lokalet var det et swimming pool (vi turistene var sef de foerste som hoppet uti). fremme var det en scene der musulloese menn i dongrishorts dansa synkront i sammen med en mimende transvestitt kledd ut som Diana Ross eller Lady Gaga. det er hysterisk hvor mange eksentriske folk som klarer aa finne sammen! det var litt deilig og, for det var nesten ingen som la an paa meg hehe. en tjukk og koselig homse spurt meg om han kunne ta et bilde med meg, og jeg sa okey, - men hvorfor? - BECAUSE YOU ARE SO SEXIII IN YOUR BIKINI! hahahh jeg dauer.

hjemme i 5-6 tiden. soving paa stranda i dag. litt beach volley, moette noen av spillerne som var her forrige gang:)

vet ikke hvor lenge jeg blir her. vi faar se. kanskje jeg drar til nabolandsbyen Sayulita foer jeg drar tilbake til Gto for aa hente bagasjen min og dra til hovedstaden for flyturen hjem i sommer. Jeg er booket flight den 23 juli! gleder meg!

mandag 7. juni 2010

canciónes sobre la soledad

Laura Pausini


Se fue

Ya no responde ni el teléfono,
pende de un hilo la esperanza mía,
yo no creí jamás poder perder así la cabeza por él.
Por que de pronto ya no me quería,
porque mi vida se quedó vacía,
nadie contesta mis preguntas,
porque nada me queda sin él.

Se fue, se fué, el perfume de sus cabellos,
Se fue, el murmullo de sus silencios,
Se fue, su sonrisa de fábula,
Se fue, la dulce miel que probé en sus labios.
Se fue, me quedó sólo su veneno,
Se fue, y mi amor se cubrió de hielo,
Se fue, y la vida con él se me fue,
Se fue, y desde entonces ya sólo tengo lágrimas.

Encadenada a noches de locura,
hasta a la cárcel yo iría con él ,
toda una vida no basta sin él.
En mi verano ya no sale el sol,
con su tormenta todo destruyó,
rompiendo en mil pedazos esos sueños
que construímos ayer.

Se fue, se fue me, quedó sólo su veneno,
Se fue, y mi amor se cubrió de hielo,
Se fue, y la vida con él se me fue,
Se fue, y la razón no la sé.

Si existe Dios, debe acordarse de mí, aunque sé...
que entre él y yo el cielo tiene sólo nubes negras,
le rogaré, le buscaré, lo juro... le encontraré,
aunque tuviera que buscar en un millón de estrellas.

En esta vida oscura, absurda sin él siento que...
se ha convertido en centro y fin de todo mi universo,
si tiene límite el amor, lo pasaría por él,
y en el vacío inmenso de mis noches yo le siento.
Le amaré,
como le pude amar la vez primera,
que un beso suyo era una vida entera,
sintiendo como me pierdo por él…


Gloria Trevi




El favor de la soledad

Soledad…
la única que viene
cuando todos se van,
la única con la que
puedo llorar,
que no me hace
ni un reproche,
deja que me desahogue, ah!!

Soledad… se que por un tiempo
me aleje, de ti
y rompí la promesa,
para no ser infeliz,
y ahora estoy aquí llorando
por haberlo amando tanto
--ve-- y búscalo en donde lo encuentres
y arrebátalo de entre la gente,
llévatelo de la mano
y enciérrense en su cuarto
--y-- súbelo, bájalo, ámalo
y si el quiere despedázalo
y hazlo que sienta esto
que me tiene a mí aquí sin aliento

Soledad, soledad, soledad!!!
hazme un favor yo te lo ruego,
haz que el sienta, lo que siento

Soledad, soledad, soledad!!!
hazme un favor yo te lo imploro
y que el sepa que lo adoro…
(Soledad….)

Soledad…
vestida de noche
o de claridad
me dices al oído
que el no volverá
no me das ningún consuelo
pero hablas con la verdad
--si-- ámalo como ninguno
que no quiera saber mas del mundo,
que no reconozca familias,
que no conciba sin ti la vida
que con un beso el aguante desprecio
y que sueñe envuelto en desvelos,
que sean tu alegría sus migajas
de rodillas llorando desgracias,
entonces, solo entonces,
que sepa, que lo sepa,
que es por mi que te tiene,
que es por mi que te siente…

Soledad, soledad, soledad!!!
hazme un favor yo te lo ruego,
haz que el sienta, lo que siento

Soledad, soledad, soledad!!!
hazme un favor yo te lo imploro
y que el sepa que lo adoro…

¡¡Soledad!!

¡¡Soledad!!

So-le-dad…

søndag 6. juni 2010

i want to be a minority

the massage studio was awesome yesterday!

at night i went to a carne asada, and pretty much broke all of the promises i did in my last post. but i went home before 12, without losing my shoe.

i feel a bit pressured, i have a shitload of work to study for. i have two exams in the next two days: alimentos y bebidas and desarrollo artistico de méxico prehispanico... including turning in a paper in geography and having a presentacion in my foods-class.

i have payed a girl in my class to make the presentation for me, and its due tomorrow and i still havent received it...this ought to be interesting.

random cool picture:

fredag 4. juni 2010

soy tu gitana, tu compañera


my carpeta.-inspired by Oddvar Torsheim underneath.

I turned in my 4x2 meters drawing for my exam in dibujo today. I have been more or less locked inside my room since thuesday (except that part when I got super-trashed on redwine and beer with Whitney and made a fool out of myself). I am not going to drink or smoke any sorts of cigarettes from this day on. I am going to be above the influence. The stuff I do when I am drunk are seldomly very charming and it makes my body decade and I feel bad afterwards. So why not just be natural? I have to befriend myself inside-out. The psysical part is the easiest.

After the heavy work on my carpeta, drawing hours in an Gollum-ish posision, my back hurts like a mother-fucker. The exam went well - the professor told me my idea was very inventive (actually I had been very inspired my an artist from my hometown, Oddvar Torsheim, but I didnt tell him about this. A white lie, I dont feel bad!). I dont believe I did the worst out of all the pupils in my class, which is good haha. After the exam I went to a massage place and reserved an hour for me and Whitney tomorrow. Whitney is leaving for the states in a few days, I dont like this. I told her about my thoughts on perhaps not returning to Guanajuato after the summer. She told me that she needed me here. If I wouldve been here, I wouldve needed her to. We dont have that many friends as the alienated foreigners we are, and we need to stick together.

Life looks better than it did yesterday, and the day before, and definetely the day before that again. Last night I sat down with Lourdes, my host mom, and we talked about stuff that needed to be talked about. Like we used to do. I cried, she cried abit, and we are good now.

Off to watch Sex in the City II. I heard it sucks big time, but oh well, who cared. I still love the wrinkly ladies of NYC.

Here are some of the works of the more talented kids in my class!



torsdag 3. juni 2010

ti esrever dna ti pilf nwod gniht ym tup i



i am not that alone
it just feels like it sometimes.
i will think the worst things about myself
and believe them
i am my worst critic
no one should accept the bullshit i am able to produce on a bad day

i am worth someones love
my best friend told me
dont let anyone make you believe differently
including yourself

i love and i am loved
and as everybody else i get hurt
but you have to drag yourself up again
nobody said it would be easy,
they just said it would be worth it.

21 is not so fun

sleep on needles


I am not what happend to me, I am who I choose to be