The burning car...

So if you go a bit down on the page you'll find a whole summary of my weekend in Oslo, including the part with passing a car which suddenly took fire.. DW about the owners of the car. They'd pulled over when they'd smelled some smoke coming from the motor and pulled over just in the nick of time. It was quite scary... Since it was a rather new car. A VW, probably a late 2007, maybe a early 2008 model though we're not sure if it was a Polo or a Golf... Still I found it amazing that the emergency lights, and the headlights where still on when the whole fucking car was swallowed by the flames.

Here is the before the fire shots just so you guys know what it should look like:









And here is the after shot:

New Haircut....!

So here it is...my new haircut:

I can't help but love it:-)




So here it is...my new haircut:

Wuuuups... did I do that?

So.. as some of you know.. and I've mentioned it in like the last 4 posts I've had here on blogger, I went to Oslo with one of my friends to visit one of my best friends who is currently attending UNI or something in that direction, for the weekend. Three days of alchol, men, clothes, food, sleep and Sex and the City marathon. :-) FUN TIMES.

Hopefully I won't go on and on about this all night since I really need some sleep before work tomorrow ( oh shit...work I don't even remember what time I'm supposed to be at work tomorrow.. Hang on gotta call work.* waiting for them to find out* WHY does this always happen to ME? And of course it had to be one of male colleagues who answers... just to tease me about being up, not remembering when I'm working AND reminding me that instead of looking for a taxi for an hour on Saturday night, I could have just called the taxi company in Oslo.. fuck) ANYWAYS.. where was I? Friday I got up around 6 am since I needed to get ready and make sure I had everything letting my friend sleep until 6:20 am before I woke her up. Nothing major happened between 6:21 am and 7:20 am. When we got to the airport we cheked in and went through all the safety, "please take of your shoes" rutine before finding out gate ( thank god our airport is small with only 20 gates and it takes about 10 minuets to walk from one end to another.) , then figuring out that our plane was 20 minuets delayed. YIPPI SKIPPY.

I was so pissed but what could you do? So when we finally get on the plane, find our seats buckled in and get airborn, the captain annocne that we have to fly in circles for about 10 minutes when we get to Oslo because of icy runway. Well...the plane ride up takes about 45 minuets so it didn't really bother me since I had my mp3 player with me pluss my new book "ERAGON". Then it turns out that we have to stay airborn another 10 minuets totaling our delay with hmm 40 minutes. GOD I HATE PLANES AND DELAYS. When we finally landed and got our baggage, I needed a smoke so I went outside, lit up and called the girl we where staying with just to let her know that we are finally there and waiting for the bus. Turns out... She was on her way and would be at the airport in under a minute:) Awww gotta love her for it:)

Soo after an hour or so in her car, talking, smoking and listing to some music we finally arrive at her place. Did I mention that there was about 25 cm of snow? With ice underneath it all? Well now you know.. and I hate snow and ice especially combined, but everything went fine. We unpacked, had some breakfast and watched some telly before we took the subway downtown. She had to attend class so my traveling partner and I got the chance to roam around Oslo. I didn't find a fucking thing while she found 2 pairs of jeans. Good for her:)

Time passes when suddenly the good little student return and we decide to eat at TGI FRIDAYS. Yummy. So after some spare ribs with BBQ, a frozen margarita and to much Sprite we decide to go home and start the party. This is where all the idiotic things start happening. The trip home went fine, until the little driveway to her place, slippery and not salted... Fuck I hate walking when it's slippery and bang... I land flat on my arse, holding my bottle of Bacardi Razz up in the air so it wouldn't break, twisting my ankle instead. Fuck.

But I got back up and went on to drinking, just skipping the night up out the gang since I couldn't walk without limpinig and I didn't want to take the risk of waiking up with a sprained ankle... They tried to send me on the guilt trip but it didn't help, so they went out, I cleared out the bottles and fell asleep on the couch:) Gotta love it when you fall asleep knowing your saving tons of money:)

The next day when we're all sorta functioning again, we decided to go to Sweden... YARRRR... shit such a stupid... redneck kinda thing to do. It takes about an hour, or perhaps two before you're out of Norway and in Sweden when you live in Oslo. We fill the car and head off. Chicas on a road trip:) First meal eaten that day was McDonald's but I can't remember what I ate.... Typical.

While we are driving, we gossip, we smoke some more cigs and well enjoy life until we're about 30-40 minuets away from the border when we suddenly see a car on the side of the road, doors open and with smoke coming out everywhere.. CREEPY, but the worse is yet to come as we drive by this smoking car... Now we are driving on a four road motorway ( two lanes in one direction, two in the other) but we couldn't get into the other lane bc of another car right next to us. So we speed up and drive by and pull over at least 400-500 meters away before the whole car goes boom, exploding in fire and destroyed windows. SHIT. We just passed the fucking thing. SECONDS AGO. HEEEELP.

The whole car was consumed with flames before the firefighters get to the place, so we took of before the traffic could start again ( we'd passed the car, so we weren't stuck in the traffic jam on the other side of the burning car.) When we finally get to Sweden, we go candy shopping, smoke shopping and we wanted to go liqueur shopping to but... it was closed, so we returned to Norway just in time to get beer before they closed ( if you didn't know... In Norway their just allowed to sell alcohol between certain hours. Like in the weekdays it's from they open till 8pm and on Saturdays it's from umm...when they open till 6 pm), getting there at 5:50 pm. Cutting it close:-) With beer in hand we drive home ( without drinking), get some Chinese then start drinking again when we've eaten.

Erhm... So things are a bit blurry right here... We went out, went to an over populated club, got even more drunk before going home somewhere between 2 am and 4 am. I'm not sure, the only thing I remember is eating a toast and falling asleep on the couch wanting another cigarette.

Sunday... well Sunday was Sunday.. boring, sleeping late, filled with season two of Sex and the City and some pizza before we where on the buss on our way to the airport where we find out again after we've passed security that our plane home is 30 minutes late... Someone want to switch karma? I would really like it...

When we finally get home I'm so exhausted, I just checked my mail and my Facebook before passing out... GOD WHAT A GREAT WEEKEND:-D

PS. I'll post some pictures of the burning car but it's late... and I need some sleep...

Just because my pc dies everytime I try to get my web cam to work

So... after getting back from a weekend in Oslo, I'm pretty much exhausted, but I just HAD to visit Almost Rosey's youtube channels and try to make a reply for her "Verbing Google" post. My web cam sucks and..just...makes my computer die.. I know I know.. I need a new one.. but at least here is my reply just for you my darling:-P

1. Nina needs a home Rescue

2. Nina Ricci's Perfume Totally Looks Like the Sarah Jessica Parker's Twilight
Perfume... HAHAHA

3. Nina Says Afrique C'est Magnifique! ummm okey... haha

4. Nina Wants To Put A Spell On You

5. Nina Does 'em All -_-

6. Nina hates your churches ... hahah

7. Nina asks the eternal question

8. Nina likes her hair ( yes I do actually... New pictures coming up soon...)

9. Nina Eats the Soul (?)

10. Nina wears a pink FP dress! by Free People Flickr

11. Nina was arrested for "disorderly conduct"

12. Nina Loves Baileys on the Rocks ( No actually.. LOL)

SOOO if ya'll want to do this just open up your google.com and type in the following just using your own name:

Q: Type in "[your name] needs" in the Google search.

Q: Type in "[your name] looks like" in Google search.

Q: Type in "[your name] says" in Google search.

Q: Type in "[your name] wants" in Google search.

Q:Type in "[your name] does" in Google search.

Q: Type in "[your name] hates" in Google search.

Q: Type in "[your name] asks" in Google search.

Q: Type in "[your name] likes " in Google search.

Q: Type in "[your name] eats " in Google search.

Q: Type in "[your name] wears " in Google search.

Q: Type in "[your name] was arrested for" in Google Search.

Q: Type in "[your name] loves" in Google Search.

Party....maybe

So as some of you guys know I'm currently in Norways cappital Oslo for my birthday... The alcohol is pouring, we're trying to get drunk but there is so much fucking snow I want to throw up. It's..just not working I think. BC of the snow.. I fell flat on my face earlier... twisting my ancle.. Hopefully I'll be fine:-) and up and running soon. Have a great weekend people;-)

Happy fucking birthday to me

R*I*P

Natasha Richardson
11 May 1963 – 18 March 2009

For all that you have given.

To be or not to be.....

No matter where you go today, you'll always see couples. Either their the "standard" heterosexual couples, then you see the homosexuals and well.. sometimes you see people who you just have to look at... you know what I mean right? Those outrageous couples, who you can look at for 20 minuets flat and still wonder who was the boy and who was the girl..

Anyways... Now what I wanted to let off my chest today: Should I yearn to be a part of the oh go happy lucky or should I just stay single.

You know.. I'm not the kinda girl who likes to be tied down ( as in having to deal with a better half all the time), I'm used to my freedom and I'm used to doing what I like and what I want without thinking about someone elses feelings. Last night someone asked me a question; "Why are you still single Mina?" *Pang* right there. Shit! You know.. It's not because of the question I was set back. It was more the tone in her voice. You know.. Just because you're in a relationship that has lasted longer then one night please, don't go take that tone with me. The " yeah....you should do what I did, but did you?" But I'm a nice person,...right well at that time I just said " Always" and hey who would have guessed that right next to me one of my best friends said "heck yeah" laughing giving me a high five.

I felt good then. I just can't help it. Just because you're in a relationship doesn't mean I want to be. Anyways I'm sidetracking as usual aren't I? Well you know.. I don't really feel like having a better half when I sit here and type this.. It's more when I go to bed, and when I wake up in the morning. When I sit by myself and have brunch. That's when I wish I just had someone to talk to about things you know. To hold around, to kiss softly on the lips even tough I know he has morning breath and is half way in a coma.

My mum always ask me when I get home from parties ( usually the next day; " Did you see any guys you like?" Woaaaah horsie stop right there. I hate it when she asks and every time, even though if I've snogged someone, fucked someone or just slept with someone just so I know I have a pillow under my head, I HATE THAT QUESTION WITH A FUCKING PASSION. " No mom.. I didn't" I ALWAYS grumble. You know.. Even if I did I wouldn't tell you. My last relationship went to hell and back and to hell again and stayed there ( thank god). Communication, or rather the lack of it crumbled it until I saw that I only held on to him because well.. I don't really know. I'm happy that it ended though tbh. My mum didn't. Gawd.. Mums the next to greatest pain in the arse. I don't know if I'm just disappointing her, or if she's concerned.

It's not that I hate men.. I just don't need them in my life as a partner right now. I'm to much in love with myself if I can be so shallow to say. All I want right now is a shag...... xD

Getting a hair cut people:-)

Finally... my hair is long enough for me to cut it:P:P:P I can't freaking wait:-) But I can't decide how I want it..... I'm thinking like Kat Von D from Miami and LA Ink.. Or something in that direction... defiantly going to have somewhat of a punky influence in it... I'm so tired of my hair.. I'm actually fucking annoyed with it.. Though I have to confess I'm happy that it's not bleach blond and looks like I've been fucking for the past hour or so like so many people my age wear it.. So fucking annoying to see all those blond Barbie bimbos... ew.. Please...don't express yourself.. just copy everyone else in hope that you'll get laid...

Anyways.. I'm side tracking here... so... I've been thinking about getting some red in it.. Not like red red but more like wine red or something like that... With another base colour or yeah.. got any suggestions? I need them.. so here are some examples of what I'm thinking about...

The Raven... By Edgar Allan Poe

I stumbled across some old school work and found one of my many favorite poems by the American writer Edgar Allan Poe. He was know for his dark, mysterious and macabre tales and is considered as the inventor of the detective-fiction genre.

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
"'Tis some visiter," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door —
Only this, and nothing more."

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; — vainly I had tried to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow — sorrow for the lost Lenore —
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore —
Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me — filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
"'Tis some visiter entreating entrance at my chamber door —
Some late visiter entreating entrance at my chamber door; —
This it is, and nothing more."

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
"Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you " — here I opened wide the door; —
Darkness there and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore!"
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore!" —
Merely this, and nothing more.

Then into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon I heard again a tapping somewhat louder than before.
"Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore —
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;—
'Tis the wind and nothing more!"

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore;
Not the least obeisance made he; not an instant stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door —
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door —
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the Nightly shore —
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!"
Quoth the raven "Nevermore."

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning — little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no sublunary being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door —
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as "Nevermore."

But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered — not a feather then he fluttered —
Till I scarcely more than muttered "Other friends have flown before —
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before."
Quoth the raven "Nevermore."

Wondering at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
"Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster
Followed fast and followed faster so when Hope he would adjure —
Stern Despair returned, instead of the sweet Hope he dared adjure —
That sad answer, "Never — nevermore."

But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore —
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking "Nevermore."

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!

Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Angels whose faint foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
"Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee — by these angels he hath sent thee
Respite — respite and nepenthe, from thy memories of Lenore;
Let me quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!"
Quoth the raven "Nevermore."

"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil! — prophet still, if bird or devil! —
Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted —
On this home by Horror haunted — tell me truly, I implore —
Is there — is there balm in Gilead? — tell me — tell me, I implore!"
Quoth the raven "Nevermore."

"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil — prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us — by that God we both adore —
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore —
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore."
Quoth the raven "Nevermore."

"Be that word our sign in parting, bird or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting —
"Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! — quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!"
Quoth the raven "Nevermore."

And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted — nevermore!

-The End—



First published in January 1845.

Underestimated: Books

What I read last month.

FEBRUARY

You know.. I love to read. I really do.. I think I spend at least 1/3 of my salary on books.. either their brand new or hand me downs or perhaps something I've spotted at the local old and used store.. So I figured right now since I just got new books shipped to me from Oslo, I'd tell you all what I read in February and the total page number.Maybe I'll throw in a little review... who knows...

I can't remember what order I've read them in so this is just going to be something thrown together right before I get some breakfast... haha

Lori Handeland: Blue Moon.
Original language: English
I read it in Norwegian

This book is basically a romance/action book, a police chief falls in love with a man she thinks is a werewolf, but turns out not to be. A very fun book to read when you just want something fun and easy.

Total pages:380

J.R.WARD: The Blackdagger Brotherhood book 1-6
Original language: English
I read it in English

I've already posted a little blog about the books.. I just can't get enough of those sexy vamps...*drools*

Total pages (over 6 books): 2815

J.K. Rowling: The Tales of The Beedle The Bard
Original language: English
I read it in English

Kid stories that link up to the seventh book in the Harry Potter series. Didn't really do much for me. Think this book is more of a 5+ book. But then again I'm a sucker for Harry Potter

Total pages: 105

Eric Giacometti and Jacques Ravenne: Conjuration Casanova
Original language: Unsure
I read it in Norwegian.

I didn't really feel this action/erotic/thriller book either. To messy with to many names to remember and to many statuses. Although it was well written. It was captivating near the end and I must say that I let out a gasp when I realized who the murderer was...

Total pages: 479

And then you have those that I've started but put on hold for other books:

Jane Austen: Pride and Predjudice..

There is really a long story behind why I haven't finished this book. I got it for Christmas about 2 years ago and.. well I have to admit.. It's so fucking hard to get through... I think it is because I have to look up in my dictionary for every other word I read. I had to ask for it in English didn't I?

Philippa Gregory: The other Boleyn Girl

I love to read about British history. So this book is about the Sisters Boleyn that both fell in love with King Henrik VIII. How they deceived eachother, birthed the king some children ( one who would rule England through the Golden Age) and how one of them ended up loosing her head. The reason why I haven't finished it is because this book is one of the few that I really really like and want to take some time with it.. or perhaps it's just better to see the movie.. which I did and now the book.. well the movie was shorter...

Victor Hugo: Notre Dame

Yeah.. A classic and I've just read the first page.. Sorry I don't even know what it's about because it's such an old book which I found dusted down in some hand me down shop and paid about 15 kr for. The pages are all yellowy/orange and the typing is so old that I think it's typed by one of those really old typewriters.. or wait maybe its not done by typewriter but whatever they used before that.

Stephenie Meyer: The Host

Think I've read about 20 pages or more before another book came along. I have to read this book but I just have to finish one of the others first. Haha

C.S. Lewis: The Chronicles of Narnia: the seven books in one

I've read 5 of 7 books... Give me some credit. It's a children's book and basically it's poorly translated into Norwegian...

So that's that people... I've finished reading about 3779 and have over 500pages left to read. I can't freaking wait.

So what am I reading right now?