Today my footage is on The Argus website. I have concluded that this weekend has either been a sign for me to become a video journalist, or my camera is cursed.

We went for a walk Saturday. The destination was a forest as I wanted to test my camera, but as we couldn't find any we ended up in a random park. We saw a lot of smoke on the way there, and as sirens came and went we decided to follow the firetrucks to see what happened. A house was on fire. I got my camera out and recorded. 

Yesterday I went to the Northern Light bar in Brighton to do some filming for the Scandinavian program for The Latest TV (by the way check out the Steam Punk part of Episode 36 of Brighton Lights, 5:17 min in the Program). After I was done filming in the bar I was heading for the bus to go back home, when I suddenly was standing next to Fighter fighters again. This time I arrived before all the firetrucks got there. A bar was on fire, and I got my camera out. 

As I got on the bus the burned smell had reached the air and a crowd had gathered to watch the work of the fire fighters. Today the Argus called and said they wanted my footage, so if you want to have a look at the work of the fire fighters you can view it here (PS: Unfortunately they made my footage 3:4, which makes it look worse than the original 16:9)

The question that remains is wether my camera is cursed or I will become a video journalist. Time will show. 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M3zuD6OLQ0M

 
Adore - Make you feel good

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I would appriciate any comments you may have. 

Google can help you with anything. I wonder how I train a dragon? But maybe I should find out "How to get a dragon" first. 

And for those of you who wonder have the steak project went yesterday, I can give you a clue "disaster". I will never again make steak in England, seems like the cows here chew chewing gums and gelly instead of grass. Lets just say that we had soup for dinner instead. 

I can also let you know that I wouldn't be surprised if 2012 is the end of the world. The start of the year has been like a roller coast ride of news. Just when I finish jumping around in happiness over an email I get a phone call that brings me back to earth. Don't get me wrong, I am positive, I just believe this year is going to be one of those turbulent ones when alot is happening. Hopefully that will be in a good way. I think it will. 

One of the good things from this week is that I got a letter in the post. Old fashioned letters makes me happy. I think we should write more letters by hand in this electronical world. I will be better at that in 2012. I believe I sent 0 in 2011, so it shouldnt be difficult to improve. 

I got this in the post: 

Made by: mormor

And a letter from mum: 

Drawing by me some years ago.

I am lighting candles today 
A <3 for a special girl that made my day, many times.

This is Brighton - Caleb Yule

The film is shot as series of stills over 9-10 months. I am very impressed, and a bit jalous of his talent at such age.  

Back in Brighton it was time for new year. I am not sure if I was ready for that either. It is somehow scary to enter a new year when you know that it will start off with no work and no place to live. New year - New upportunities for real, huh?Luckily I entered 2012 with two of the best.

It looked like this:

Hope 2012 becomes a good one for all of you. HAPPY NEW YEAR! 

Chris Rea - Driving home for Christmas

I am listening to Christmas song, while making the last preparations before I go home tomorrow. Well, to be honest, I am doing everything today. I don't know what time I am flying, I have not printed my ticket yet, and needless to say (for those of you who know me) - I have not packed my bag. I just discovered that the latter will be a problem. As last year I haven't been too practical when buying the Christmas presents - result; no space left for any of my cloths. 

Wish me good luck. I am sure I will figure something out. Well, with or without cloths, I am coming home tomorrow anyways, possibly rapped like a snowman wearing all the cloths I need for two weeks. 

Looking forward! "I can't wait to see those faces"

Somehow man swathers are more comfortable than female ones (unfair!). So, as I was cold, and Barises warm swather was temptingly next to me, I put it on. I had put my hair back, and removed the makeup and walked to the mirror to put my face mask on. There it was- the manme in the mirror. Lets just say that it was not the handsome type, so I am happy I turned out to be a woman.

Other reasons why I am happy to be a woman:

Face masks, somehow goes better on woman than men (even though I looked like the latter, before I put it on).

Body scrub. I have fallen in love with this smell, and I use it almost every day. 

Having silly crushes. (Thanks mum, I was very happy when I found Edward in my calendar today)

Glitter and Sparkles. I am all about the sparkles lately, and being a female allows me to dress up in it.

My face mask has dried. I gotta go and remove it, AND put on make up (an other thing I appreciate about being a women). I wouldn't wanna walk around as a man-women. 

I will come back to you with a longer post when I have got something more recenable to share. 

Picture: today

Btw. notice my new christmas decorations in the window.

What to do on a November Wednesday in Brighton, when it seems impossible to get out of bed in the morning. When you put on your blazer because it matches your new skarf- only to discover that the temperature has dropped belove whats comfortable in blazers. When you can't remember the reason for living in UK.. When you wish for snow, for the cold wind to make sense, and because you miss home. When you wish your family and friends were only a busstop away, because it has been too long since you have seen them.

On such a day you take the bus to town and meet beautiful Joanna. You share your annoyment over life over a hot christmas drink in Starbucks. Then you go home and make cinnamon swirls that grows bigger than ever before, light the candles, drink hot mulled wine ala Gløgg and play your favourite christmas song. 

Photos: me, and Johanna

On days like today, I am very happy that the sweetest girl in the world happens to live only a few busstops away <3

The pictures I laugh most at is the ones that looks like a reflection of myself. Here comes a few examples:

But, just as I was laughting at how stupid I can be, I got to an other picture and got a shock. This one:

Pictures from: www.artige.no

Our dog has been out without me realizing. Luckily he is safe back home now: 

Besides that I have decided to cut down on the sweets, and have a helthier lifestyle. 
Her is me and Aase- going healthy :)

Well, that did not mean that we ignored dessert.
Frozen youghurt. 


Photos: me, 13.11.11

And when that is said. I am making cinnamon swirls tomorrow. 

Bays, Adrian and Ania went for the "natural scary' look.

I am crawling around on the floor,
looking for something steady to hold on to.

Then I remind myself that I already
know what''s behind the door,

.. so I find the light switch to the present. 

The light is only enough to show me where
to put my feet down next, 

But it follows me as I go,
Step by step..

The door is out there in the dark,
in the unknown.

Some days I get a flash of it,
other days it is almost vanished. 

I don't know how far I have got left to walk before I reach it,
and I don't know what the road will look like on my way. 

But it doesn't matter..

cause as long as I keep my eyes in the light,
I can see the next step. 

And one day I will turn the handle. 

So, just when I considered moving to London, London came to Brighton.

This morning I woke up to the sun, but I wasn't going to be fooled (again), so I dressed up with a warm cardigan and my new fake fur, ready to hit town in the cold wind. Well, guess who ended up carrying the fake fur all the way.

In other words, no excuse to drink hot chocolate today, but a very good excuse to have an ice cream with my favorite man on the beach. 

At this point we put our jackets on, to stop us from feeling that we carried them all the way unnecessary. 

We were not the only ones enjoying the weather. Notice the surfers in the water - next time I will be diving in, just need to get hold of a wet suit first.

<3



On our way back we got reminded that Halloween is coming up. One shop in particular had really gone for the look. 

My

I am really looking forward to Halloween this year, as my lovely Ann is coming from Norway that weekend. I just hope she still dears to come after seeing this scary baby with a 360 degrees turning head. 

Photos: by me, Brighton, today

I am not sure which one of these I find the most scary..

It is time to drink coffee (well, for me it is ALWAYS time to drink coffee, but when it is cold the need for a hot drink is obvious.)

It is time for hot chocolate with creme (again, because it is cold, so no other excuse needed).

It is time to breath smoke, eat mandarins, and drink soup (new trend at work recently).

It is time to stay inside without feeling any guilt. So, find a blanket, light the candles, and turn the music up. And don't forget to make your hot drink. 

Foster the people - Pumped up kicks

Photo: Ann, december 2009

It wont be difficult to sum up the last weeks. Three words will do the job: Internship, Commuting and Sleep. I have calculated that i spend about 20 hours a week commuting. I regretted having done that calculation straight after- it was better not knowing how much it is. Anyway, that should explain why it hasn't been any blogging lately. Today I am off, so I thought I should spend some time giving you an update. (and I will try to do this more regularly from now on).

The good thing is that it is worth it. I love my job. I get to do so much there, that I wouldn't have done as an intern other places. I am now positive that I have chosen the right carrier direction.

See pictures from the music video shoot on "Seven productions" blog here

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Well, I have done something apart from work too. Two weeks ago we had an indian summer with 30 degrees here, and we used the opportunity to go camping. 

We arrived just in time to set up the tents before it got dark. Here we are bbq-ing in the dark (well, the guys are doing the bbq and the girls assist by holding the flash light- the way it should be, right?)

Adrian in the flames.

Bays in the smoke

Ania and Adrian

Camping with Bays is high class. English breakfast on the bbq.

Breakfast

Walking to the lake

There are a few bad things about working night shifts. First of all it is unhuman to stay up all night and sleep daytime, day after day. My body is complaining every day (or well, evening) when I wake up. It feels like I have been out partying the last night. Night shifts are not so much partying, but more money, so I am not complaining. 

The second bad thing is that I am working alone, and I only get a couple of hours socializing before I go to work, alone again. As I have told you before, I am not really good at being alone. 

Today is my night off. I am still alone, of course everyone else has gone to bed. It is only me, and my glass of wine left awake, or is it?

I experience the dark comes sneaking and the birds stop singing, and what we don't see in the daytime comes alive; the nightlife in the forest, from huge spiders to badgers and foxes, and I can't help wondering if there but is there something more out there that we don't see?

At night time, when I am alone, I wish very strongly that I didn't believe in 'ghosts' (the word I choose to use for whats out there we don't know). I do, and I can't help it. I have seen, heard and felt unexplainable things myself. Humans are not perfect. Thinking about it we can't even understand the meaning of endless or eternity, they are only words, but what do they really stand for? So who can claim it is not something out there we can't see?

Photo: Me, taken outside now, Seated chairs. 

When I see empty chairs at night I can't help wondering if they might be seated? I don't have any answers. 

I don't know what happens when we die. Do we all disappear? Do we stay? All I know, or rather believe, is that it is something more in this world that we haven't yet explored. Who is walking in the stairs when we are alone? And who is opening the doors when everyone else are sleeping?..

We might deny it, and find 'explanations', but it/or they are still out there. It doesn't frighten me. I believe 'ghosts' are like humans; most of them are good. What frightens me is that humans are incapable of knowing everything. We are incapable of seeing them. I wonder if they see us, or just empty chairs?

Photos: by me, Horten yesterday