Posted by Sirin on Aug 28, 2010 in
Thoughts I’m craving a conversation, but every time one comes along, I fail to see it for what it is and stutters it away. It’s only a moment later that I realize what I’ve missed and I get punished by sleepless nights, thinking of what I should’ve said. And I feel like an utter idiot.
Whether this is about me or not, I have no way of knowing. It certainly isn’t me every day, but quite possibly some days.
Tags: conversation, idiot
Posted by Sirin on Jul 30, 2010 in
The Feeling,
Thoughts,
reading (Maybe not yet, but it’s never to early to start preparing.)
I would love to be able to convey the feeling I get when listening to Autumn Almanac or … Manic Monday. The feeling that everything’s okay. School and stress is nothing as long as you find time to sit indoors watching the autumn storms through thick windows with a great big cup of tea in one hand and a great big book in the other.
Friday evening, people come together,
hiding from the weather.
About friendship and huddleness and pubs and talking philosophically. It makes you work even harder when you do work, which can only be good.
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And I know. Manic Monday … I don’t choose these songs deliberately, so what can you do, eh?
Tags: autumn, autumn almanac, bangles, book, kinks, manic monday, tea, work
Posted by Sirin on Jun 9, 2010 in
Holidays,
Thoughts Juggling!
I suddenly found myself with a lot of spare time on my hands as the summer holiday is drawing ever nearer and homework is as good as non-existent. I have tried several methods of making my day as interesting as possible. Yesterday I made an experiment watching Doctor Who and reading Sandman. It was highly successful, but soon my head ached and I felt all soggy after watching Doctor Who
for two hours
in my tiny bedroom.
(A friend of mine claims that it’s not that small, it’s only me that’s filled it with books and … books. Maybe this is true.)
Which lead me to feverishly trying to find other entertainment.
Then!
It fell into my head like an exploding light bulb.
Juggling. Of course it had to be juggling. As a result, I’m now on my way to becoming a juggler. It will take time.
I have time.
Tags: doctor who, homework, juggling, sandman, summer
Posted by Sirin on Jun 4, 2010 in
Thoughts 
Note to self:
Use the word ‘wee’ more often.
Tags: gene hunt, life on mars, Quote, wee
Posted by Sirin on Jun 2, 2010 in
Thoughts Wind hushing through the trees. Straw hats and pollen. The summer has arrived. I’m intrigued by the fact that summer seems to be everyone’s favourite season. Why not appreciate the autumn storms, winter coziness and the new life of spring in the same way? I agree, the light lasts a bit longer and the weather is a bit warmer,
but,
don’t anyone care about myths anymore?
The sentence above is interesting for two reasons: 1) It is an important part of modern society
and 2) I made it up for no apparent reason.
Tags: appreciation, doctor who, long title, pollen, seasons, summer
Posted by Nora on Apr 23, 2010 in
Thoughts,
Uncategorized Today when I walked to school, I saw a leaf. And this leaf, it was so brown and sad, so I picked it up and looked at it.
It was not the leaf it was, I think it was a mighty and green leaf, hanging on the mightiest and most commercial full branch on the tree.but now it was ugly, brown and dead.
I threw it away and thought to myself, “who cares?”
Tags: green, leaf, nora, Thoughts
Posted by Sirin on Apr 13, 2010 in
Poetry,
Thoughts This is England – What is it about?
It’s about a twelve year old boy named Shaun. His dad died in the war between England and the Falklands (1980s). He gets bullied at school, cuz he’s like emo. And there comes this gang along, yeah. And they let him sit down with them. And they’re like ever so cute to him, yeah. Foock. But they’re like very strict about what they wear, like, but they’re not real skinheads, cuz they don’t behave skinheadie, yeah. I’m like dictating, yeah. Then they come see some really wicked guy along, and he’s really cool, but then he isn’t cool anymore. He’s like a friend of Woody’s, yeah, and then he tries to make them real skinheads, yeah. Because he thinks that England should only be for real English people, yeah. And it’s got on and on, yeah, and it sort of goes over board. Over board, actually. And he doesn’t want to be a skinhead anymore. I love it. It’s great. Yeah.
What? It’s sort of a commentary on life in sort of a time, yeah? And cuz he dad died in war LIKE yeah. And speaking cockney slow is sort of self-contradictoctionary. He’s like growing too fast cus he’s being bullied at school by bigger kids. And crabbe is like so stupid like he’s only a year above ‘im in school. This is great! We don’t even need to be far north, yeah, cus they speak like this in London. Cus all the cab-drivers in London speak cockney. And they and they drag the sophisticating part of London down, yeah.
In the end he throws the English flag, which is like the main symbol of skinheads, in the ocean. It’s like looking into the eye of a duck. He’s like looking into the camera, yeah, and it says it’s dedicated to some bloke who’s actually the father of the actor oo plays Shaun. Wonderful. Fock.
Anoul half an hour! Jane Austn, I mean, what the ‘ell!?
Odin’s in the Film! I love Loki, ‘e’s the best, really. He must be really ugly and skinny cus he’s lying in that chamber. And he’s getting like snake-venom in his eyes. And he’s gotta lie there ‘til Ragnarok, and it’s really painful, and really bad. And the American bloke, yeah? He said he liked the vikings, but he was wrong. And Balder is like cheerio, I’m still alive! He’s like a boulder, isn’t he?
Maybe he’s bald…
This is England – watch it, like … sometime.
Tags: cockney, dictating, english-lesson, self-contradictionary, this is england, viking
Posted by Sirin on Apr 10, 2010 in
Daily challenges,
Thoughts Today…
I feel like an old lady. Walking around the garden, taking photos of flowers and sticks and rabarber buds (see rhubarb). Scowling at little girls, walking by with their radio playing songs I’ve never heard by singers I’ve never heard of.
It’s spring now. Windy. All the flagpoles have their ropes thrown against their poles, making it a chorus of snap-cracks and whip-snaps. Girls with tight jeans and loudspeakers are disturbers of the peace.
Am I old?
I’ve always thought that my current age was 16, what if it isn’t? Am I abandoning my teenage years by doing photography, gardening, berets, and walks over windy fields?
Nah, I don’t think so.
Tags: age, beret, blue sky, flowers, girls, nature, old lady, photo, rabarber, rhubarb, snow, Spring, teens, unknown artists, walks
Posted by Sirin on Apr 5, 2010 in
Holidays,
I like,
The Feeling,
Thoughts I went for a two-hour stroll today. The air was so incredibly fresh and the ground behaved in that wonderful way that it does, just after some of the snow, but far from all, has melted. I also managed to get my dress satisfyingly dirty (six inches of mud) and saw the first little coltsfeet of the year. In addition I ran into three deer. They were so beautiful, but their antlers looked big and very sharp so I silently walked away (it broke my heart that a big truck drove by just after and probably scared them away).
As much as I love winter, I must admit that my walk today made me the happiest and most relaxed I’ve been in a long time. And then I thought of this kind of relaxation versus shopping, for instance. I had a lot more fun and felt I got more from walking round fields and along paths than I would’ve gotten from two hours in even the better shops in Oslo (see Grünerløkka). Why is this, I wonder…
And I know why. I’m too romantic to enjoy concrete and shops more than trees and snow (sometimes too much so for my own good). It’s probably good for me being in fresh air rather than the pollution of the city, though. Yet it is a funny …
… it’s a funny thing how we can notice how we change. I haven’t changed much in loving the nature, more, I think, in despising the main paths of shopping-centers and cafés.
Or maybe this is just how I’m feeling today.
Tags: blue sky, coltsfeet, deer, holiday, nature, shoes, shopping, Spring, stroll, sun, winter, word
Posted by Sirin on Mar 19, 2010 in
Thoughts,
reading You’re saying that magic doesn’t exist. No magic, in an Universe so big that it contains 100,000 galaxies, galaxies so far away that whatever little light is possible to see now left them even before there were dinosaurs walking this Earth.
No magic yet the changing of hydrogen to helium inside the sun makes the foundation for all life in our galaxy. What if it just
stopped?
There are billions of people out there with the constant ability to see the best in others, to forgive. And you’re telling me
that there’s no such thing as magic?
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Facts from The Science of Philip Pullman’s His Dark Materials by Mary and John Gribbin.
Tags: earth, galaxy, john gribbin, magic, mary gribbin, philip pullman, sun, The Science of Philip Pullman's His Dark Materials, universe