Beauty

I find myself on a train moving quickly away from all I know into something much more vast. I can’t say if that vastness is frightening or exciting; all I know is that I am headed for it as fast as a speeding bullet. The sun is setting just as it has set every day of my life. There are so many things that happen to us every day. Most of them become mundane and ordinary after a while.
And yet, people will forever be fascinated by sunsets and sunrises. Twice a day, if we pay attention we can be reminded how beautiful and fleeting life is. That the sun sets every single day, but eventually we won’t be able to watch it anymore. All we need to do to appreciate it is watch. The sky catches fire, the rays dance and illuminate the world in such a way that for a few moments, everything is beautiful.
I have decided that aside from sunsets and beauty, movies, unicycles, cartwheels, golf courses, t-shirts and late night conversations are important. Having something in common with someone. Having nothing in common with someone and liking them anyways, Remembering your dreams, Forgetting why you hate someone, Forgetting logic and loving someone simply because your heart tells you to, Letting go of time, Being on time, Letting yourself be in the right place at the right time, Running as fast as you can, Walking without a destination or purpose, Telling the truth, Making someone smile, Letting yourself smile, Breaking the rules, Following your whims, Making silly purchases, Adventures, Spontaneous moments, Sincerity, The ocean, Mountains, Telling someone at least once a day, “I love you” and meaning it.
Give it a try ❤

My Ramadan fasting

Ramadan is a special month of the year for over one billion Muslims throughout the world. It is a time for inner reflection, devotion to God, and self-control. Muslims think of it as a kind of tune-up for their spiritual lives. There are as many meanings of Ramadan as there are Muslims.
It is in this month that Muslims attempt to let go of the worldly pleasure and decide to reorient themselves towards being better humans - humans that are not so lost in the pursuit of their desire that they cannot sense the needs of others. And also in which participating Muslims refrain from eating and drinking during daylight hours and is intended to teach the Muslims about patience.


I have my own way of ramadan fasting, which for me there'll be no cigarettes, parties, alcohol and sex (this last part should be very easy tho) for one whole month. So yea it is more or less about self-control and patience to me. ^_^


I wish you all my Muslim friends a very happy ramadan mubarak. الحمد لله



My new cutest boyfriend Darrell 

Black Book & David

My black book in Norway ... I'm forcing everyone to be a writer ^_^




*New discovery*
 My own personal Adventure land. Never a dull moment.

Marry me ❤


I really love the opening of this video-clip




Writer's block

My Journal

It's an odd feeling, not knowing how to write. Especially when I have an urge to simply sit down with a pen and my journal, to just let my hand scrawl across the page. But it won't start. I haven't write anything in my journal since May 2011, it used to be so much easier but lately, I feel so scared to write in there, cos I know that it's gonna be hard to stop once my flow starts and the massive preamble's scrambling up, all the stuff about feelings, heart and how much I miss him, missing us just gonna make me shed a tear and keep me awake till the morning sun knock on my window.   
It's really hard for me to write exactly what I'm thinking because right now I seems to think a thousand things at once. How is that even possible? Regardless, it's true.
And it's so sad that I can't really think in pretty words right now, I wish I did. I wish my thought were like bits of poetry, all tangled up in my stomach and I could just spit them out onto my journal, unique and extra ordinary. But the truth is, when I try to start to write, I feel like I'm just rehashing things that have already been written, have already been said. I feel like losing the ability to write anything.

So instead I re-read everything I ever wrote in there, and turns out it's not helping either, even worse. At times like this, it's just plain frustrating. 

Two Ways

St. Tropez
There are two ways to look at life.


Actually; that’s not accurate, I suppose there are thousands of ways to look at life. But I tend to dwell on two of them. the first view is that nothing stays the same and that nothing is inherently connected, and that the only driving force in anyone’s life is entropy. The second is that everything pretty much stays same (more or less) and that everything is completely connected, even if we don’t realize it.

I was going to write something elaborate
But I think I’ll just settle with;

"I am deeply disappointed"

A Crucial Reminder

The more and more I try to make sense of the past few months, I keep coming up short as to how and why things happened the way they did. The irony (as always) is that nothing I planned for really panned out the way I had hoped, and perhaps it is my nature that got the best of me where I have yet to reconcile the deep sense of investment I had in certain things I put my heart to. But I don’t really believe that self-sacrifice (be it in the name of love or anything worth fighting for) is ever wasted and, like he has said to me numerous times today, I’ve changed drastically in this short amount of time because of all that has happened. I’ve made my blunders and my faux-pas, but the broken woman that I am, knows she has to put herself back together.
I hate the sort of revolving door feeling of life, where people literally come in and out of your life in this sort of cyclical motion. And I mean this both in the sense that certain people come back after having been gone and that new people come to replace the old. Disillusionment in one way or another gets the best of me, be it the people I’ve come to truly know or the things I’ve perhaps wrongfully valued. You learn quickly that life owes you nothing. People owe you no apologies, no decency, no respect. You establish your own standards, your own raison d’etre. Those who love and support that reason for being are worth holding close; all else is meant to be let go with your forgiveness, your love, and your acceptance.
It’s all to be taken in stride, and especially when I have this long summer to reflect, I know at the end of it all that things are as they are meant to be. 
Yes, I’ve said this all before in some way, but I think committing to writing again serves as such a crucial reminder that things are and will be okay.