tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74947100395578727382011-11-10T09:48:23.144+01:00Liv Living Life - my experiences, thoughts and everything else=)LKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10017577088061248612noreply@blogger.comBlogger131100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7494710039557872738.post-7611950509678744032011-11-10T00:56:00.001+01:002011-11-10T09:48:23.171+01:00

Languages is an amazing thing. Without it we are nothing, we are without culture, nor history. And without the ability to understand other languages we are not able to understand others either. So,when different languages are presented to us in t.ex. modern film, why doesn't we care more about the way it is presented to us? As a non native English speaking inhabitant of the world, I'm always

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We have all lost something in these past hours. Some lost their lives, some lost loved ones, some lost friends and co-workers, some lost their offices. I lost my smile. Norway, she lost her innosence, her purity and in part, her beauty. Yet, Norway is as beautiful as ever before. All the kindness that is flowing freely, next to images of wrecked buildings and scared youth running, it's

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So, I've been thinking of a lot of blog subjects for a long time, but haven't gotten the time to put any of them down. Suddenly I thought, NOW, I have to write again. So, here is my first weird thoughts for 2011. For every person on this planet, there is a different composition of feelings, thoughts, meanings and genetics. This will in practice say that there are approximately 7 billion

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From time to time there is this question appearing in my head, why everybody refers to Napoleon Bonaparte as "short", compared to his contemporaries. Newer research actually found that Napoleons 160 something cm were around average in late 18th early 19th century France. So why is he still referred to as "short"? It's not a secret that the story of events are being written by the winners. So,

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We all have fears, fear of spiders, heights, or water. Mine is birds, I'm afraid they're going to attack me, pick me to death. Is it real, is it a reasonable thing to fear? Probably not. I figure it is a manifestation of the only real fear I have, but that I rarely manage to confess, the fear of life. I think of life as a day on the beach, you're relaxing on the beach, doing absolutely nothing,

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More homework, in-class quiz' and almost monthly exams is some of the different tools of education that is used here in the US. Now, sitting sipping my coffee, I've just finished today's first test, a map quiz, before I am going to have two exams later today. Right now it feels like I'm back in high school, where the teachers would be able to track my progress in the different classes. Weird,

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School sports and school teams is a big deal around here. Well, around whole of america, and the school spirit is well established in most people at NDSU. School clothing and other accessories are one of the things we can buy plenty of in the school bookstore. The crowed at the basketball game was all wearing green and yellow and all were cheering GO BISON! GO GO BISON!! March Bands wasn't

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OK, now christmas is finally over, and it's time to get back to our daily life. Most people have taken down their christmas trees and christmas decorations, and there's no longer an overload of christmas lights hanging outside. With a new year also comes new experiences, and this year I'm going to widen my horizon even further than I thought was possible. Now I'm in Fargo, ND, in the U.S., and I

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Been a while... Lot to do with xmas, and my finals. But now, when christmas eve is over I've some time to write again.=) Christmas gifts is always exiting to open, and to see the reaction to everyone when the floor under the christmas tree is slowly emptying. Now the best place to be is inside, next to the fireplace, watching the snow falling down and covering everything with piles of snow.

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Still working on my final exam, and the stress kind of hit me last night. Late in the evening I HAD to go to our cabin in the forest, I would not be able to wright anywhere else but at the cabin, weird right? At 9 pm I start to walk, into the very silent, and very dark forest. Not my best idea. Try to walk in the dark, on a snowy forest road you haven't walked on for years, with your backpack

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Another day, another week, a new possibility to do great things, still, I often wonder if there really is anything like new beginnings and a fresh start. To me it has recently seemed that no matter when or where you try to start over, there is always something holding you back. Memories, bad habits, something will always be the same. Me, I'm lazy and I can't seem to shake that bad habit, event

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Sometimes it feels like my head is about to explode, because it's not room for anything more inside. But still you can't seem to grasp what is bottled up in there. Ever felt like that? I've had that feeling one to many time not to know it by know, and today my head was like that. It felt packed, but I was unable to get anything reasonable out of it. The thing I don't understand with this, is that

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First post on my new blogg. December has turned the page on my calendar. Snow is falling outside my window, and with Mac on my lap, I'm ready for two things; my last exam of the year, then Christmas=) Looking forward - - -> Zee ya!

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