Doors and racehorses

"If the world closes a door you kick open another".... Why the heck? You go figure. This is not going to be about doors, kicking or how I'm messing up good old sayings. This is gonna be about good ol' moody me. I don't know much about nothing but I do know that I've been far more content since coming home. Wether this has to do with the change of my social networks, workload or just the change to a more familiar enviroment I have no idea, but it all feels quite good. On another subject, got most of my posters up, still working to make them stay but at least I'm trying, further I got all my courses going so I got stuffs to do. Even got a couple of social compolations coming up, looking forward to a couple, really not looking forward to some, having trouble deciding on the rest. Well, now I'm choosing what to gamble with; horseraces, and fuck hell if I'm gonna fall of this time. G'night.

On reading and writing.

I seldom read and I just as seldom write.... Such a statement would by many of my nearest and dearest be called a lie, however allow me to elaborate. First on the reading then, hmm. When I have my nose buried in a mass of pages and words people often accuse me of the sin of reading a book. That would be the greatest rape of a book ever, to merely read a book is to completely waste time and energy. In fact, I pity those who ever read "Lord of the Rings" or "Enders Game" or "The Belgariad". Such great adventures and experiences I have with those works. Why? Because I never ever read them. I just opened the book and it did the rest on its own. That's how I was able to cry and laugh and feel with the characters as they set out; I was never too busy reading. That's probably why I never did a good job studying, never liked to read really. And the story of the x and the y never really stood out from the paper, intriguing as it may seem to many. That's also why I never made a good writer either. I never write stuff, I just think it and it appears on the screen where it's supposed to be. The rant on reading goes for everything else as well; music, movies, games and such.

I iz home again. YAY. Now what the heck iz I to duuu. There is no snow here. *cries* Tough luck. And my PS3 needs power. *cries* And ev'rybody just logged away. *cries* But I has candies *smiles* and I gets new pants t'morrow *smiles* and x-mas foodstuffs *smiles*

Well the snow-thing was a lie, it's snow in Lillehammer, but there's no snow in Oslo, and that's where I'm going... Hmmm, nothing to say, nothing to write. Perhaps when I get back into an ordinary life?

Moment of starlight

Moment of starlight

7000 stars shone through my window one night,
I know, for they told me.
They shone so I would be able to see your beautifull face better,
lying there on the white pillow,
slightly to the left of mine.

Seeing you like that made me think;
of riding white horses over magnificent plains,
of lying in a field while watching the night sky,
of dancing slowly to the song of a lone nightingale.

A wind flew by and brought me the scent of you. 
Oh how I wondered, 
wondered how such a simple thing could make me feel so good,
make me feel so content,
make me feel so relaxed.

Then it hit me so hard that I had to catch a second breath;
I loved you,
from the forgotten depths of my heart,
and I memorized every detail of that moment,
to keep with me forever.

Your mouth was slightly open,
so I kissed you, and you woke up,
so we held around eachother in perfect silence,
'till the sun sent it's rays to greet you.

Inspired by you know perfectly well who you are...

I wonder

I have taken to wonder lately, what would happen if our lips were, by incident, to meet one of these days. Would old prophecies be fullfilled and stars realign in order to express universally that true love was found at long last. Or would the ground split open to reveal fire and despair in order to undo a thing that should not be. I have taken to wonder lately if your face is as beautifull as I remember it, with butterflies wanting to shine along; a face that would make even Narcissus look up from the pond, and a fragnance following you like a promise of spring, summer and eternal joy. Or do you look and smell like the things that live under the ground, never seeing light and never feeling water. I have taken to wonder if the majestetic creatures that inhabit the deep seas will take you away from me to keep for themselves to admire in eternity, or if the snakes and spiders of the dense forests will present you to me in order to rid them of your presence. I have taken to wonder about a lot of things lately......

Soon to return home to a hopefully snowy coutry. *glee* ^^ And christmas dinner....and presents.....and friends....... and and and.

What goes down in that land far east?

The frequency of which I update this blog seems to become rather bad. However I will try my best to keep it alive.  It's now late november and the weather still feels like late autumn. Quite delightfull I'd say.   I've gotten the pleasure of witnessing the Japanese theatre form of Kabuki and the arts and crafts of the edo period. Also I have spent a day in Disneyland. Starting of with the disneyland trip.

It was quite the fine day, no blue sky but not the cloudy menace one could fear. We skipped the entrance line due to a friend with free entrance passes. This is not saying that we didn't stand in line. Every atraction had about an hour and a half of waiting time so we gt our share of waiting. But what to expect out of one of the worlds most visited amusement parks? Since we already foresaw the queues we had some fun rather than being bored; our 4 DS's being used rather often. After a magical evening in Disneyland (for as you all know, the fireworks and the light parade is magical), we went clubbing in Shibuya. Long and tedious story short: we didn't get back home untill midday the next day.

Then a few days passed by before it was time for the Kabuki. Our teachers from JiU took us to Tokyo to stay at on of the school's various campuses. Or rather in this case, a hotel. At mid evening we took the trip to Ginza to see the famous Kabuki. Now Kabuki is really interesting in the sense that it seems not to have changed a bit since eldern times and thus have a lot of interesting ways to act, talk, create effects and otherwise bring the different feelings and messages out to the audience. Like using wooden sticks, beaten together in a special rythm to symbolize night. The only annyoing thing with the Kabuki is that it tends to pull the story out far more than interesting is, thus creating endless scenes of dialogue that doesn't lead anywhere in particular. All in all it was a great experience if one looks aside a suicide-scene that killed the spark of the last play. "Kill each other allready will ya!"

Lookkit me, I's da intrawebs-man

Would you look at that, two blogs in under a month. Impressed. Why? 'Couse I finally got the oh so evasive INTRAWEBS. *scary music* Japan and intrawebs, this is rather suspicious. Well, what to tell. Our movie-project is going along quite well, the script is written and all that's left are reharsals and the actual filming. Oomoto-sensei will be thrilled. Rain has finally stopped after days of heavy rain/wind, haven't checked the wind but since the building stopped shaking I guess we're safe. Next week is halloween, got costume, just need to mod it a bit and I'll be all ready to party it on, further it seems that I'm joining the photo-club in making a haunted house. Hope that will be awesome.......... Too sleepy to write more...