There's more?

Young Simba: Everything the light touches... But what about that shadowy place?
Mufasa: That's beyond our borders. You must never go there, Simba.
Young Simba: But I thought a king can do whatever he wants.
Mufasa: There's more to being a king than getting your way all the time.
Young Simba: There's more?

Rafiki: Asante sana Squash banana, Wiwi nugu Mi mi apana.
Simba: Come on, will you cut it out?
Rafiki: Can't cut it out. It will grow right back. Hehehe.
Simba: Creepy little monkey. Would you stop following me! Who are you?
Rafiki: The question is, who... are "you"?

Kovu: Why are we doing this? What's the point of this training?
Kiara: Training? This is just for fun!
Kovu: Fun?
Timon: Yeesh! You need to get out more. Fun! Yee-ha!

They were all messages about love..

Whenever I get gloomy with the state of the world, I think about the arrivals gate at Heathrow Airport.
General opinion's starting to make out that we live in a world of hatred and greed, but I don't see that.
It seems to me that love is everywhere.
Often, it's not particularly dignified or newsworthy, but it's always there - fathers and sons, mothers and daughters, husbands and wives, boyfriends, girlfriends, old friends.
When the planes hit the Twin Towers, as far as I know, none of the phone calls from the people on board were messages of hate or revenge - they were all messages of love.
If you look for it, I've got a sneaking suspicion... love actually is all around.

The handicapped, without the advantage of a great parking space!

I've found almost everything ever written about love to be true.
Shakespeare said "Journeys end in lovers meeting."
What an extraordinary thought.
Personally, I have not experienced anything remotely close to that, but I am more than willing to believe Shakespeare had.
I suppose I think about love more than anyone really should.
I am constantly amazed by its sheer power to alter and define our lives.

It was Shakespeare who also said "love is blind". Now that is something I know to be true.
For some quite inexplicably, love fades; for others love is simply lost.
But then of course love can also be found, even if just for the night.
And then, there's another kind of love: the cruelest kind.
The one that almost kills its victims.
It’s called unrequited love.
Of that I am an expert.
Most love stories are about people who fall in love with each other.
But what about the rest of us?
What about our stories, those of us who fall in love alone?
We are the victims of the one sided affair.
We are the cursed of the loved ones.
We are the unloved ones, the walking wounded.
The handicapped without the advantage of a great parking space!
Heart pounding!
Throat thickening!
Absolutely can't swallow!
All the usual symptoms.

Laughing with God - Regina Spektor

Laughing with God - Regina Spektor

No one laughs at God in a hospital
No one laughs at God in a war
No one’s laughing at God
When they’re starving or freezing or so very poor

No one laughs at God
When the doctor calls after some routine tests
No one’s laughing at God When it’s gotten real late
And their kid’s not back from the party yet

No one laughs at God
When their airplane start to uncontrollably shake
No one’s laughing at God
When they see the one they love, hand in hand with someone else
And they hope that they’re mistaken

No one laughs at God
When the cops knock on their door
And they say we got some bad news, sir
No one’s laughing at God
When there’s a famine or fire or flood

*Chorus*

But God can be funny
At a cocktail party when listening to a good God-themed joke, or
Or when the crazies say He hates us
And they get so red in the head you think they’re ‘bout to choke
God can be funny,
When told he’ll give you money if you just pray the right way
And when presented like a genie who does magic like Houdini
Or grants wishes like Jiminy Cricket and Santa Claus
God can be so hilarious
Ha ha
Ha ha

No one laughs at God in a hospital
No one laughs at God in a war
No one’s laughing at God
When they’ve lost all they’ve got
And they don’t know what for
No one laughs at God on the day they realize
That the last sight they’ll ever see is a pair of hateful eyes
No one’s laughing at God when they’re saying their goodbyes

But God can be funny
At a cocktail party when listening to a good God-themed joke, or
Or when the crazies say He hates us

And they get so red in the head you think they’re ‘bout to choke God can be funny, When told he’ll give you money if you just pray the right way
And when presented like a genie who does magic like Houdini
Or grants wishes like Jiminy Cricket and Santa Claus
God can be so hilarious

No one laughs at God in a hospital
No one laughs at God in a war
No one laughs at God in a hospital
No one laughs at God in a war
No one laughing at God in hospital
No one’s laughing at God in a war
No one’s laughing at God when they’re starving or freezing or so very poor
No one’s laughing at God
No one’s laughing at God
No one’s laughing at God
We’re all laughing with God

AWESOME..JUUUST AWESOME -.-

JA! Yes! Jeg har klart det!

Nå har jeg altså en stund vært helt dritt lei av falmet brunt hår og bestemte meg for å farge det(jeg har ikke naturlig brunt, for dem som ikke visste deeet).

Ååjada! Jeg tenkte jo at ettersom jeg ikke har så mye rødpigmenter i håret mitt og det snart var helt lyst uansett, burde det gå greit.
Og det gjorde det, helt sant, kjempefint ble det!

Muligens ikke, jeg skjemmes :D!

Håret mitt ser fake ut, rett og slett fake, ja! Ikke i den forstand at det ser ut som parykk (håper jeg/liker jeg å tro), men det ser bare rart, unormalt og fakefakefake ut.

Jeg ser for meg at jeg har en lysende karriere som hårfargemikser.

Anywaaays: jeg tror ikke jeg skal vise meg på gaten på en stund, og hvis du tror du en gang får se håret mitt slik tar du skammelig feil, nei, ikke faen om jeg skal legge ut noe bilder av dette kråkereiret!
Feel free to feel sorry for me : )!

Æhæhæh, se Yes Man og Oppdrag Nemo : )

HMH

Jeg ser bort fra det faktum at svært få gidder å kommentere nå, jeg er redd jeg gjettet riktig og har mistet de fleste leserne mine, men hey, whateeevaah liksååm :)

Omer trygler om at jeg skal skrive om han her så jeg, godhjertet som jeg er, ga etter for maset og slenger med et bilde av han.

Vi har forøvrig et prosjekt gående på skolen, vi har om fattigdom i Zimbabwe, big yay!
Klassen min er en helt utrolig arbeidsom og effektiv gjeng, det synes, gjør det ikke?

Jeg og Tor-Håkon går for 6'ern på dette prosjektet!

Mhm :) Håkon og Herman

:D! Maria og Oda


I think he secretly likes me :) Mats

Superduper concentrated :O! Nathanael og Karl Martin

JEEZ

Nå skriver jeg så sjelden at jeg tviler sterke makter på at noen i det hele tatt gidder å lese mer, beklager det
Jeg er busy, busy vet dere. I wish :)

Matte eksamen gikk bra hvis dere lurte, min kjære far presterte å ta et bilde av meg der jeg flittig satt og øvde!

Jeg håper forresten det ikke bare er meg som er blitt total avhengig av Bricks Breaking på facebook? Jo, det håper jeg, jeg liker å tro jeg er mye flinkere enn alle andre :D!

Det er ufattelig gøy :O!

Ååh, også lurer jeg litt på en ting: hvis man tar bilde av en person som tydelig er i fokus og i midten av bildet, har man lov til å legge det ut, uten at personen selv vet om det? (Person en ikke kjenner)

Jeg tok nemlig et supert bilde av en random mann på bussholdeplassen, her en dag, som jeg hadde så lyst å dele, men jeg er ingen lovbryter så jeg tenkte det var greit å vite om det ikke egentlig var lov før jeg la det ut :D

Jeg og allergien min skal forresten gifte oss, for vi elsker hverandre!
Vi ønsker kun pollen som bryllupsgave :)