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World peace etc etc

And ;)

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A toaster
DVD player
I pod, the special U2 edition.
DVD of Veer Zara and Gilmore Girls season one
A genuine compliment that can warm three winter months
Ear warmers
Return ticket Oslo to Sydney to Delhi to Oslo
A waffle maker
Gift voucher to get a pedicure and aromatherapy massage.
Dinner at a fancy restaurant and a dinner date that lasts.
New socks
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Some of my friends do not read my blog.

This is just as well, because that gives me the opportunity to talk about them without expecting ‘blog comebacks’ in the form of a reply.

The story began as such:

Not having been to the cinema to watch Kill Bill 1, I promised two friends that I will watch it at their place with them.

Conveniently forgetting to cancel with either one.

I watched Kill Bill 1 with friend A on a Friday and went to friend B’s place on a Sunday only to realize that they had been waiting for me to come over so they could watch Kill Bill.

I couldn’t possibly say I had seen it already now!!! So I re-watched the movie another time.

Knowing my aversion to violence and blood, it took all my acting skills to re -pretend surprise and shock and disgust at all the blood and killing.

It wouldn’t be funny except for the fact that the same story repeated itself when it was time to watch Kill Bill 2 and I couldn’t say I was watching the second part elsewhere.

First time - Oh my god! So that’s who Bill is!
Second time - Oh my god!! So that’s who Bill is!

New Year resolution number 1: Learn from your mistakes.
2: Make two sets of friends meet and get along.
3: Keep third set of friends that does read blog away from one and two

A while back at one of those Opera lunch table discussions, we started discussing if we shared e-mail passwords of people closest to us.

Apparently a lot of people on the table including Gerdur, Tim and Eirik did. They also admitted that they have never actually looked at the said people’s emails, unless specifically asked to do so.

I feel like a bad person here because I don’t think I will be able to not look at the account if I had say for example my boyfriend’s, if I had a boyfriend, password, and was ‘also’ having a dull day.

Perhaps it isn’t very wise to admit this online??

But now that I have started anyways - although never having abused my power prior to this, I am not completely confident of my ability to look the other way if the opportunity did present itself.

I guess that is the same reason I wouldn’t give my password to someone else either. What I think I can do, I obviously think others will too!

As the saying goes

Here’s to you and here’s to me
And here’s to love and laughter
I will be true for as long as you
And not one single minute after.

;)

Be anonymous if you like, but would you never look - where you should’nt look either?Honestly..

I hardly ever watch the Travel channel unless I have company - and I don’t want to appear to be the kind of person who only watches reality shows.

But this morning, out of nature, I watched a show about Ghana and saw this woman in a nice restaurant. She picked up the biggest rat I have ever seen - and skinned it to cook over a hot flame.

I shuddered, shivered and switched to channel three‘s Oprah show and she was discussing her fear of rats.

Drat!

I move to Mtv and there plays this disgusting stupid commercial featuring a huge life-size rat.

God knows what they were trying to sell but someone should fire their copy writer.

My worst reading moment was when in Hitchhikers Guide to the galaxy, Douglas Adams enlightens us about the fact that rats actually the true leaders of earth.

This summer I spent a whole night dreaming about the creature. It was the clearest dream I have ever had - me capturing a live rat under a glass, and another one coming and kissing me on the mouth only to fool me in to freeing the now almost dead screwed up rat under the glass.

It is so true that the one thing that we most want to avoid and not think about continues to return and haunt us over and over.

It doesn’t matter if it is a person we don’t want to think about, a furry animal or an uncomfortable thought.

The only way to deal with something we don’t particularly want to deal with is to accept its existence.

So I try to accept the existence of this particularly ugly creation as something that might have its own purpose in life.

I will not let it bother me.
I will not let it bother me
I will not let it bother me.

Yeah right.

The perfect man is very much like the perfect dress.

See, when a girl by which I mean mostly me, (and since I am pretty average –almost all girls) when they go shopping, they never ever buy the first dress they see.

Even if it fits just right.

This is basically because – if the first dress is that good, there might be another better or just as nice in the next store.

It’s only logical.

Sometimes, they don’t find something equally good and by the time they get back to pick the original choice, its gone. That dress then by default becomes the lost love of their lives.

And sometimes if they are in a hurry, they do buy the first dress and despite its perfection, always wonder what the next store might have had to offer.

In someone else’s blog ( I wish I could only remember where and I will add the link here when I do) read the following lines:

everyone needs
a high-water mark
a stain
against which
to measure
the droughts.

My analogy is that most women are not with the men they originally fell head over heels in love with.

Look around and you will see that they are with men who came right after the first really sad break up.

In some instances and especially when it’s about women,

- coming in second is actually much better than being there first. ;)