tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-78758450578324392802024-02-19T06:05:51.798+01:00Nancy-nonsense- It's better if you don't understand.Nancyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00269552733368302846noreply@blogger.comBlogger36125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875845057832439280.post-14990100054003414452012-04-15T23:50:00.003+02:002012-04-15T23:56:55.850+02:00"I couldn't break your heart, not even if I tried."<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: center;">In spite of a love lock in Moscow and the key thrown in the river, all I'm left with is me, myself and I.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"> What can you say. You can't really play the love game properly without risking it all. It's funny how people are like "It's an experience and you'll appreciate it in the future!" when they comment about every bad thing that happens to you. Sure, I mean... Yeah, sure. Until now, I've never experienced the excruciating pain of a heart break, but I suppose that's another experience to cherish. It doesn't make me think less of Cupid, even though all I have now is this ridiculous cucumber plant.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">As in having it in my mind, since I had to give it away for a birthday present. Just can't stop thinking about this cucumber plant. There's a cucumber plant on my mind and a heartache everywhere else.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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Today was a day I was doing a really good job at trying to enjoy the little things.<br />
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This morning for example, an overly exciting dad approached me the minute I came up the stairs and said with an exclamation mark that his plants were starting to grow flowers:<br />
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"I was beginning to lose hope, but here they are!" he said followed by a giddy laugh. He's really getting into the retired state before he's actually going to retire. I suppose after working half your life and being a refugee of the Vietnam War you're entitled to do such. He made me smile, and I gave him a hug for that one.<br />
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Example no. 2: My job.<br />
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I've truly met some of the most awesome people ever here. They remind me to never give up on the emotions that enrich my life, and not least, to allow myself to feel whatever I want to feel. I find it difficult these days as I'm more or less filled with apathy, but they show me that it's possible. And beautiful. <br />
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Example no. 3: Childlike behaviour.<br />
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Being childlike or sometimes even childish is something I truly enjoy at the expense of other people. In this state I can fully not give a crap about everything and act like there's not a worry in the world. It would be wrong to say that I'm acting, though, because I genuinely feel that I'm untouchable when I'm running around with my limbs all over the place, blowing milk out of my nose and being as loud as a 4 - year old. Just to mention a few things. My conclusion is that Peter Pan got it right. <br />
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On my way home, though, someone had to cramp my style as there was a ticket control on the bus. I handed over my ticket, being all confident until he said:<br />
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<i>- You haven't validated you ticket.</i><br />
<i>- What?</i><br />
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The moment I said that I had a flashback of the time I was supposed to validate it. It was about a month ago, so it's unbelievable that I even rememberd that particular episode where I couldn't validate my ticket because of a broken machine. So I thought to myself that I would do it some other time, but I apparently never came around to do it. I basically forgot. In this case, it's obviously my fault, but it's still annoying to pay a lot of money for something that I didn't do intentionally. So I politely stated to the man that the system sucks.<br />
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<i>- Yeah, I can admit that the system isn't optimal. Since you're a student, we can divide your fine in smaller payments.</i><br />
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Sure, to have a constant reminder of an unnecessary fine you got way back every single month for the rest of the year is something I would really like.<br />
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<i>- I'll pay now, please.</i><br />
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750 kr. I suppose buying my school books on discount was destined. The rest of the money was obviously meant to pay for this.<br />
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<i>- We do understand that it's easy to forget to validate your ticket, you know. </i><br />
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God, do I hate communicating with people who can't see that what they're saying is straight up stupid. What I hate even more is trying to communicate with ticket controllers who can't see that what they're saying is straight up stupid. Or generally people in uniforms. <br />
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<i>- No, you're not being understanding. If you were, you wouldn't fine me.</i><br />
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<i>- No, no, we understand.</i><br />
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hvor skal du gå<br />
når alle veier fører til en vegg<br />
og i den veggen er et lite søkk<br />
fra gamle møter med ditt hode?<br />
hvem hører du på<br />
når alle snakker sant og sier hør<br />
og du har hørt det tusen ganger før?<br />
og du lurer på<br />
hvor skal du gå?<br />
du trenger en ny vei nå<br />
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togene går<br />
og andre mennesker klarer fint<br />
riktig tog til riktig tid<br />
du våkner alltid opp i feil by<br />
hvor lenge holder et håp<br />
når du tror at du skal klare deg<br />
men beina bare vil en vei?<br />
og du lurer på<br />
hvor skal du gå?<br />
du trenger en ny vei nå<br />
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når du ikke orker kjempe mer<br />
du lukker øynene og ser svart<br />
det mangler tegninger på ditt kart<br />
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hvem skal du slå<br />
hvem skal overvinnes i duell<br />
når den eneste du møter er deg selv<br />
igjen og igjen?<br />
hvor mange ganger skal du gå<br />
den samme veien gang på gang<br />
fordi det er den eneste du kan?<br />
og du spør med din klareste stemme<br />
hvor skal du gå?<br />
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</div>Nancyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00269552733368302846noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875845057832439280.post-19696278094712281002012-03-20T23:27:00.004+01:002012-03-20T23:44:07.188+01:00Can I get a high five?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: center;">I just love this day. My psychologist with his team of experts have finally given me a diagnose; moderate depression. There's nothing I like more than being labeled and moderate depression was excactly what I was aiming for. It's a nice achievement. My boyfriend agreed on it. We high fived.</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"> Anyways, they've made a plan and everything on how we're going to approach the situation. I don't remember how the plan looked like, since the bullet points were many. Maybe not that many, but the content of the points that were there were rich. I don't know. I have serious problems concentrating, so I found myself spacing out in the middle of it all.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">They also said that the significant improvement I need between now and this summer was realistic if I work hard, so hopefully I'll be able to continue with my studies in Hungary the next school year (long sentence). The alternative is to call the whole thing off, which will most likely lead to continuous visits to my psychologist for the rest of my life and a more severe mental illness. Like Schizophrenia or something. I prefer being able to move to Hungary, though, so keep your fingers crossed for me, if you want. Judging by the picture above, you might want to cross your toes as well.</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Who am I fooling. I don't need a high five. I need a hug.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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I would love to write about depression itself, but I don't feel capable of it. If you want to read about it, I suggest googling it, or you can go <a href="http://oslo-psykologene.no/behandling-av-depresjon" target="_blank">here</a> and click yourself around. The site's in Norwegian.<br />
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</div>Nancyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00269552733368302846noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875845057832439280.post-23208236764718718172012-03-19T23:29:00.005+01:002012-03-20T00:08:58.516+01:00Blog, Bitch!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">So... You.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"> You're not satisfied with how often I write? You want me to blog <i>more</i>? Sure, I'll blog.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">I hope you're happy. Until next time; don't hate, appreciate.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">You see, there's a time for everything. The majority says it's time to study. I agree.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Kind of. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Haha, yeaahh, soo fun to sit on your butt for hours memorizing the structure of DNA or whatever!" </td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td></tr>
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">I truly have no other choice than to make uni. my second home the next week. Until now, I've neglected the fact that there are midterms. There actually are midterms. I actually have to... </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">- Yeah.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"> Oh. Anyways, I actually have to work for it sometimes. Have you ever realised that your entire life consists of working for the things you want? It sure sucks. Or at least today it does. On a normal day it sucks to actually not having to work for it. I know that sounds very unlikely, but trust me. It's true.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Nancy, focus.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"> Bloody hell, Nancy! Come back.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"> Hells yeah. A movie would be nice too. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">- Nancy.</div><div style="text-align: left;">- What's up.</div><div style="text-align: left;">- Why are you here?</div><div style="text-align: left;">- Just having a break. I want to check my email and stuff. Google cute cats or something. Anything.</div><div style="text-align: left;">- Your entire life revolves around breaks. Why don't you go back to your seat.</div><div style="text-align: left;">- Why don't you just leave me alone? </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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I was up at 7<br />
I have school (read: Saturday)<br />
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I feel pretty spoilt when reading this list. At least I can go to school and am able to complain about insignificant things. I sure do that alot. Raise your hands if you think I should be shipped to the dodgiest area in Africa.<br />
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I'm comforting myself with one of my favourite neo-soul singers, Angie Stone. Check out "Everyday", both the original and the remix.<br />
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In the meantime, check out what people googled in order to get to my blog:<br />
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"crazy stupid people" and "fancy nancy whores" are definitely my favourites. Yeah, and "stealing a pen" isn't so bad either. Who <i>are</i> you people? Though I'm willing to bet that my search list isn't any better. Where does that leave <i>me</i>?<br />
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Rediscovering Kate Nash this evening. The album "Made of Bricks" is pretty close to my heart and I'm planning on diving into her other albums soon.<br />
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If you're into british pop that's fun and candid, I suggest you check out her music. <br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Nancy, when are you going to learn? WHEN will you realise that studying at home never works? You end up doing stupid things when you try that. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">You see, the minute I open a book I end up watching teen mom on MTV:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Next, I go to reddit.com looking for stuff that makes me go "aaaaawwww...":</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"> These pictures are good examples of why I don't care if I'm allergic to cats. I cuddle them and hope for the best. As long as I don't need an ambulance, it's all good.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Then my dad walks in and announces that it's dinner-time and I'm all, "yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah, just give me a few seconds" like I was in the middle of something important. At this point, I realise that this is a hopeless case, but I am willing to give it another go after dinner.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">"It's not over until it's over!" I scream inside my head while I mentally pound my chest with both hands like a cave man.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Before you know it, I'm at the movies watching Star Wars in 3D:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">I find it astonishing that I was able to get myself through 13 years of school with an attention span of less than 15 seconds, and that I'm still dragging myself through an education. I obviously had to choose medical school, a course which requires the least work to get through. I definitely see potentially entertaining episodes in the near future.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Btw: What's the deal with the Gungans? </span></div></div>Nancyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00269552733368302846noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875845057832439280.post-28332164632442986082012-03-07T22:03:00.004+01:002012-03-07T22:21:43.487+01:00Small talk<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span style="font-size: large;">- The weather has been such a tease the last few days, hasn't it..?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">- Yeah. Revealing the bare asphalt and all in order to just cover it up again with snow. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">- I know. What a whore. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">- You're not a whore if you're just teasing. And it's not like the weather's making money on it. But, yeah, what a whore.</span></div>Nancyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00269552733368302846noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875845057832439280.post-47815549229299631192012-03-06T22:24:00.004+01:002012-03-07T22:56:12.799+01:00A turtle for your thoughts?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4gemg-4-lvXaBKRJWMf3mBf222_Bcc1aFNLZtv2iqQoGtguxkXbi0e-KqCuo-rIhVuXCTIoYmWgcqdDHccp1RBS0U5yaCr4p6nODfKTV3t4gMMMCEBBP0cxainWwgVYZYDkfGN2lxFBw/s1600/Photo+on+2012-03-06+at+21.14+%25232.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a>In order for this post to even make any sense (notice how I'm writing this as if every post I publish makes sense?), I need to fill you in on some background information:</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">People used to call me "the Naked Turtle".</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Now that we got that out of the way, I can tell you that I possess quite a large quantity of turtles (or some are surely tortoises if you want to go there). At least for an average person, I think. I swear to God, I haven't bought any of them! Even though that nickname has been left behind ages ago, people tend to still buy me turtle-stuff. Here are some examples:</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Haha, NOOO, I'm just kidding. You're alright, ex-boyfriend. Besides, I would never do that to turtles, and they were totally in on the joke. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I would claim that this is the most authentic-looking one I have.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I know this doesn't look like a turtle...</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">... but it is. One of the most huggable I have.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is definitely the most impressive.</td></tr>
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">I suppose I'm putting up this post to tell you that I might have outgrown my turtle shell. Frankly speaking, if I were to receive any more of these, as cute as they are, I wouldn't have any idea of what to do with them. Killing them like I demonstrated above isn't an option. I'm letting you guys know that it's an end of an era, a closed chapter, and that it's over.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Unless. UNLESS they are wearable and don't come as a knitted sweater with a huge turtle print on.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I think jewellery are the exception in most cases. Girls, huh.</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div></div>Nancyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00269552733368302846noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875845057832439280.post-50152253456432414192012-03-04T19:55:00.008+01:002012-03-18T00:04:25.681+01:00To people who replace their friggin' iPhones every time a new one comes out.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">I'm not saying that it's wrong to enjoy ourselves and buy things we want. Not at all, actually. I'm just saying, the next time you consider throwing away something you've only had for a month and that works perfectly fine in order to replace it, think twice. Will it make you happier? </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Ever since I got back from my backpacking trip, I've realised how little I can get by with when it comes to stuff. I don't really need anything! So I basically stopped my previous constant need of... Buying. I mean, I still buy stuff, but only when I need it or if I really want it. And when I purchase something in the first place, I like to pay a little extra for the quality so it lasts longer. At the end of the day, though, there are surprisingly few things that I want, because the things I really want cannot be bought.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">If people were able to lift their heads up from iPads, smart phones, computers and their huge pile of stuff, they would probably be in for a treat.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Anyways.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">This is a video I think everyone should see. I did have plans on writing a post about something along the lines of this, but this video gets the message across way better. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><iframe align="top" frameborder="0" height="600px" name="SoS_embed" scrolling="no" src="http://www.storyofstuff.org/movies/embed_SoS.html" style="border: 0px none;" width="738px"></iframe></span></div></div>Nancyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00269552733368302846noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875845057832439280.post-79758448670564506132012-02-26T11:50:00.002+01:002012-02-26T12:01:36.424+01:00Attempt of appreciation: The Sun<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Today, I tried to appreciate the sun. I went outside and stood there for a bit while letting it hit my face. This was the conversation I had with myself:<br />
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- It's too bright.<br />
- But it is quite nice, actually. Some light for a change.<br />
- That's true. But I can't see anything, though.<br />
- Yeah... Not cool to be blinded.<br />
- It's cold.<br />
- Kind of, but not compared to how it was about a month ago. You can't really say it's cold outside now. I do have to agree on that I'm freezing. I could've put some more clothes on, so it's really my fault. I get stupid like that sometimes.<br />
- Yeah, I suppose you do...<br />
- I think people are really excited now that it's sunny outside.<br />
- Yeah... Screw them.<br />
- You're right, screw them.<br />
- You can't blame them, though.<br />
- Suppose I can't. Wish I could.<br />
- It's too bright, it really is.<br />
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And then I went inside.<br />
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</div>Nancyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00269552733368302846noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875845057832439280.post-91555009263964507202012-02-19T22:19:00.001+01:002012-03-12T23:46:31.117+01:00Groovin'<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/nmvm81S_qlE/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nmvm81S_qlE&fs=1&source=uds" /><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /><embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nmvm81S_qlE&fs=1&source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object></div><br />
</div>Nancyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00269552733368302846noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875845057832439280.post-30334105192232017772012-02-17T23:46:00.004+01:002012-03-18T00:04:57.484+01:00Inevitable Life<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sometimes I wonder why I grew up. And I'm writing it like I had a choice in the first place.</div><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">From the time I didn't know anything.</td></tr>
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<div style="text-align: center;">It's truly fascinating what life has to offer and how it moulds you, sometimes without you even knowing.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">As attentive as you would be when listening to someone who had a really exciting life story to tell, treat yourself with the same attentiveness and prepare to be amazed.<br />
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You see, there are no recent traumatic events. No recent life changing matters, nor are there any recent epiphanies on my behalf. The only thing that happened; me. It's so contradicting to be at war with myself when that is the person I need the most during my darkest hours. I let myself down gradually and before I know it I'm caught in a negative vicious circle I can't get out of on my own. <br />
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In slightly lighter moments like the one I have now, I'm well aware of the fact that finding my way back isn't impossible at all as long as I get a lot of help and a lot of time. I'm also aware of that there are people who've been dealt a bad hand in life and that I'm far from one of them. I'm aware that this feeling of being happy is reachable. I'm aware of that hope, reassurance and contentment exist. During these moments, I'm aware. I might not be able to get there instantly, but at least I'm aware. I suppose the expression is that I see glimpses of light at the end of the tunnel.<br />
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Unfortunately, moments like this don't come too often these days, and the absence of them leaves me with... Hell. A place where your thoughts are so far away from the actual truth, where you become so good at twisting everything that you make your own reality that doesn't really exist; an isolated world where sadness, pain, emptiness, anxiety, insecurity and apathy dominates. The worst part is that you end up living in it, which makes it real enough.<br />
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Everyone faces hardship during their life. Experiencing misery and trials is inevitable. Even though it's important to be strong, many people don't always have the capacity to take the most reasonable road to recovery. I've accepted that I'm one of those people. Overall, it's OK. It's perfectly OK if you can't make lemonade out of every single lemon that is thrown at you.<br />
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Full of temporary hope, I'm writing this to tell you that I will eventually be fine. I also want to tell you that in 90 % of the time, I won't believe the latter sentence I just wrote. During this period of recovery, though, I won't be the person you initially know and love (or hate). All I'm asking for is patience and persistence in those who care. And that you all haven't disappeared when I come out strong in the end. </div>Nancyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00269552733368302846noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875845057832439280.post-45957861731024392522012-01-25T23:20:00.001+01:002012-01-25T23:20:57.150+01:00In the State Im in<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Insanity is knowing that what you're doing is completely idiotic, but still, somehow, you just can't stop it.</span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span class="bodybold">- Elizabeth Wurtzel</span></span></div></div>Nancyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00269552733368302846noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875845057832439280.post-5836532409633600422011-10-27T22:58:00.004+02:002011-10-27T23:35:49.723+02:00Situation, Motivation, Inspiration.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: center;">Boy, have I been lacking inspiration for some time now. My brain has truly been a desert for the last couple of weeks. This blog has been turned into a cemetary, I've been doing pretty much the same thing since I started school (not that I utterly hate it, but I'm not loving it at the moment either) and my spontaneous ways haven't really gotten the chance to play out properly this semester. On one hand, it would be unnatural to force it. On the other, I keep thinking everyday to myself "Come ooooooon, is this it? Is that all I have to offer my sorry life?"</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Everyone knows the outcome of trying to force something. It's like when you want to write a song (or do anything else for that matter). You sit your ass down because:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Life sucks. R.I.P.</div></div>Nancyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00269552733368302846noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875845057832439280.post-87667890357760202722011-06-17T10:58:00.000+02:002011-06-17T10:58:49.772+02:00Last day at work! Last day at work!Last day at work if you didn't catch it already.<br />
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I'm celebrating with a walk in the rain, laundy wash and a driving lesson.Nancyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00269552733368302846noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875845057832439280.post-3963046083469821412011-06-16T15:24:00.001+02:002012-02-04T22:04:28.415+01:00What happens when there's a long queue at the Russian consulate<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvYN8_KDpea6M0k-GhVA3LghNrYpwwpGFvnC6B6Hn1UM8pOa10uvhIh_6f9D0a6XGzDphaqwgRe335gMH7wF5icWpi5Gdqd2qKFqkZh3v3C5KM8SU8qr51lq-7jBwg1wEjn791sOStgHA/s1600/DSC03025.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvYN8_KDpea6M0k-GhVA3LghNrYpwwpGFvnC6B6Hn1UM8pOa10uvhIh_6f9D0a6XGzDphaqwgRe335gMH7wF5icWpi5Gdqd2qKFqkZh3v3C5KM8SU8qr51lq-7jBwg1wEjn791sOStgHA/s640/DSC03025.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Total randomness. We didn't have any fun.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">After a fourth visit to the Russian consulate that will take place on tuesday, we will hopefully never step into the realm of Russian bureaucracy again. I know that also entails staying away from the actual country, but we just can't help ourselves. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Now I'm off to my second last day at work! Wish me luck. Ya'll know how customers are.</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">What the... Oh my god, it's the postcard I sent to them from Australia!!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzSmqY3l4p6-sl5yyHFudmUp8jZxZ24Di7-xGEGaWoWQBEDgx2cvBEIvUaUy2FoigmXthPLEgWBBlEoEetvHDE5uYELn8Qp4Ekia7bhzniXAQThgMriuHIf3zDKIZ5V1mM3GqMqyYcwyw/s1600/DSC03021.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzSmqY3l4p6-sl5yyHFudmUp8jZxZ24Di7-xGEGaWoWQBEDgx2cvBEIvUaUy2FoigmXthPLEgWBBlEoEetvHDE5uYELn8Qp4Ekia7bhzniXAQThgMriuHIf3zDKIZ5V1mM3GqMqyYcwyw/s320/DSC03021.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Yes, I'm bitter.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">I kid you not, I've kept every postcard I've ever received. <b>Have you?</b></div>Nancyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00269552733368302846noreply@blogger.com2