It’s not that type of blogmas that you would expect, but I can’t really write about things that aren’t interesting to me – so here’s a poem.
Not much is going on lately, as you can clearly see by looking at recent posts, but the weather outside is making up for it. Or rather, making the view.
When people think about Norway, they see this cold, wintery land of aurora borealis and moose slowly strolling through the huge forests. Well, it’s not so far from the truth, besides that no one mentions non-existence of Sun or melting snow every few weeks because of possible global warming.
Even though I’m in Norway, a country where prices make you quite a minimalist themselves, but still if you’re online, you get attacked by Black Friday.
Part two of our weekend-journey to the astonishing, old, and surprisingly not-so-big capital Dublin.
An attempt on wintery poetry.
Ireland, (Éire in Irish Gaelic) is a big Island next to the United Kingdom, but it’s not a part of it. It’s important to remember that, because not everyone speaking English is actually from England and Irish people might find that offensive.
You could assume I speak English, maybe Norwegian but what else? Is it even worth to learn languages? What do I think about studying languages?
Or rather: welcome, winter.
Short days, harsh rains and wind, the wind that blows without break, just breaking branches alongside its way.
Another week, another poem. Enjoy!
A poem for the rainy days of October. First Norwegian (original), then its translation in English.
All those tips are gathered from my own experience, and someone else’s experience could be exactly the opposite, so take that into consideration. Anyway, enjoy reading!
Let’s not beat around the bush and just start part two. Enjoy!
Well, I had hard times with the title of the post because of its ambiguity. However, you can definitely say that Nice is nice.
It’s been a long time. I must say it’s hard to come back to writing posts after even a short break. If I won’t push myself to do it regularly, then it’s like there are no posts anymore. Anyway, back to the topic. The shorter name for this region is Region Sud (“sud” means “south”). Before I will start with travel posts about the cities that I visited on my holidays, here’s a short introduction.
Just a short note about my current break from blog. I’m currently in Nice, France, so blog posts will be little delayed, hopefully next week. Thank you for understanding!
To a place 15 minutes away from the old one.
So I wrote another poem in Norwegian. Don’t worry – I also translated it into English.
A small poem for an afternoon coffee.
Just kidding, I like it here. But some things can be annoying sometimes, like everywhere.
If anyone ever told you that 20s are all about enjoying youth and freedom from school and parents then they were partly lying.
2 years on the blog passed by like a blink of an eye. And I could say I didn’t expect I would still be here after all this time. But here I am, scheduling another post after another, week after week.
Working 49 hours last week I didn’t really have time to write anything. So here you have just a small “Thursday-poem”.
There’s a lake located in between my previous work and a city called Kirkenær. I always drove past it without any reflection on it, but this time I stopped to take some photos.
June was one of the most confusing months for me so far. I moved to Norway, got a job (which turned out to be a complete mistake) and had to switch in those 30 days from student life to adult life.
Because of mid-summer festivals around Scandinavia, we decided to head on Sunday somewhere in Sweden. So little did we know.
Note: uploading again due to the fact that last time I forgot to add any tags and post didn’t do the best. So here I go again.
So I got a very early birthday gift from my partner, which is a beautiful and new canon camera.
In between working and trying to get used to a new lifestyle, I bake. Not much, but I try to use my free time sufficiently.
When you are in your twenties you often have a choice to live with your parents or without them. Here’s about the without option.
I never thought the title of my blog could become more accurate than now.
This time it was beautiful Slottsparken (Palace Park), Aker Brygge with Tjuvholmen (fancy pier in Oslo) and our usual burger at Amundsen Bryggeri & Spiseri. One day but so much fun!
Right now in this part of Norway (East) weather is far crazier than it was last year. The constant change between sun and rain, thunder and clear sky is unbelievable. It’s hard to plan anything outside but I still managed to go to Hamar and for some short walk in Våler.
I’m neither a baking blogger nor I know how to bake most of the things. But there’s one recipe I do quite often and today’s the day I wanted to share it with you guys.
So far, May have been for me a month of constant stress, exams, and finishing bachelor. Right now I’m done with almost everything and tomorrow I’m jumping on a plane to Norway (just for a week for now) so it will be quite a short post. [bonus: pictures from 17th from Norway].
Sometimes there’s no hope. And no one can tell us differently Continue reading “No hope.”
I wrote another Norwegian poem and I translated it to English. Enjoy!
I wrote a poem. Again.
It makes you throw flames at the others, even though you aren’t a magician. It burns you out as quickly, as the words you shoot at those poor people, who happen to be nearby you. Aggression.
There’s this time of the year where most of us do the exams and unfortunately, I’m among those people (hopefully for last time). What can one do to handle all the impossible stress?
I’m studying Norwegian literature at the moment and got inspired to write a poem in Norwegian. Of course, I translated it into English, but just so you know which language is original (because only the original language of a poem can give full “feeling” of the poem)
There is and there are
Two cups of tea in a faraway sea
By the pool, there are two drinks
But people left.
Waiter just came and went back
Little bit confused, the water is still
Was there anyone in the pool?
Palm leaves are heavy from the rain
Maybe something fell.
Maybe there’s someone behind
The big palm, wait just little bit
The waiter will come back,
Who else will give him the money?
Just the hope is drowning.
And the rain is falling.
Thank you guys for reading! See you on Wednesday! (And Happy Easter!)
It’s just the middle of April but a lot has happened. (PS: sorry for one day delay).
Many people who have never lived in Norway live with this misconception as if Norway was a country full of money and whoever works there, he must be rich. Maybe for very few, it’s the truth, but for most of us – not.
It takes two to dance the tango… but is this saying only about dance?
March has been quite rough for me working-wise and general health-wise, so I decided to spend one weekend at home, to gain some peace back.
Sometimes we don’t realize how hard it can be until we’re so far in this thinking that we can’t go any further. We’re stuck into the thought that it’s bad.