Stockings on the fireplace

I’ve been browsing through weheartit.com searching for christmas-photos. Didn’t find many I liked, but you can check out the few right here .. hope you like them !

Anyways, i was talking to one of my coworkers about the morning 24th of december.  He didn’t have any traditions which shocked me. I on the other hand wake up to a lovely christmas-breakfast. Fresh bread, hot cocoa and my family. Then we continue on watching a movie that we have seen every year, it’s about cinderella. After that we all go to church, sing christmas-carols and finally: we eat. Let’s not forget the gifts that comes afterwards!

Do you agree when i say it’s better to give gifts than to get gifts? I love watching my family getting excited about the things i get for them, how their face lights up and gives you the best hugs. Giving, it truly is amazing..

An another tradition is the stockings. Now, we do not have a fireplace, but we do have handles on our doors.
When we wake up the 25th, a stocking hangs on our door handle filled with sweets.
It’s the best way to start the day, don’t you agree?

So beautiful

Two months..

Yes, it may be december, but I’m still allowed to write about my (nonexisting) lovelife..

It’s been two months since I called Him. In any romantic movie he would have been standing outside my door the next day, but sadly this is reality. I haven’t seen nor talked to him since that. And it’s working! Halleluja.
When you have started to like someone, it’s hard to stop. You might be seeing him everyday, he’s in your group of friends, or he has a profil on facebook. If it’s all three combined – you’re screwed. Luckily I do not see him that often, and a sat my foot down, no stalking on facebook.

The sad thing is I really hoped he would say he liked me back, or at least talk to me. I personally asked him to ignore me, but deep down that’s not what I wanted at all. Women.  I wanted an ending worthy of Hollywood, where he comes towards me, hugs me and says that he likes me too and that I’m “his girl”.. But once again my facebook-status says single. It’s time to find some new motivation for life. Maybe I’ll find a weird hobby like knitting (yes, in my eyes that is weird, no offence). Maybe I’ll pick up my camera and take some photos. Maybe I’ll start working out again. Lord knows I need that, a lot…

First of all I’ll finish my 30 pages home-exam that’s due monday. Wish me luck !

I love Christmas

I love Christmas.. I guess your thinking “well, we all do honey”, but no: I LOVE CHRISTMAS..

I smile ear to ear when I see christmasdecoration, I listen to christmasmusic ALL DAY, I’m the girl sitting up the night before christmas just staring at the beautiful tree standing in our livingroom. I’m the girl who decorates her entire room in red and christmasthings, who insists on having an christmasstar shining all day and night in her room, even if it keeps me from sleeping. I love christmas; with every movie, santa clause-costume and presents. I love reading the story of Jesus’ birth, listening to my little sister playing the violine and the smell of the delishous food.

I love christmas. Do you?

Just say it…

Today I did something I’m very proud of, something I have never done before..

 

I told the guy I really like how I feel about him. Now, you may think that it is nothing to tell someone how you feel, but to me it’s a pretty damn big thing.. This is the girl who starts crying if the conversation is too serious or too frightening, so you can try picture my face while I was telling him. Not a pretty sight. However, I did tell him. He is now aware of the fact that some girl is attracted to him, maybe even like him more than any other guy before, but the point is: he knows..

That deserves a toast! And if you don’t want to toast with me, I’ll toast for you ..  Cheers to honesty and courage! And a hint of balls…

 

Photography

Take a look at all the photos I’ve saved at weheart.it
I think they’re pretty great. What do you think?

http://weheartit.com/marielle1992 

Rest in peace my friend

Last week a friend of mine died. His name is Vegard Løkhammer and will be missed by many people.
He touched peoples heart just by being himself, never saying a bad word about anyone, loving them just as they are.
He  couldn’t be in a better place right now.

He will be missed. Rest in peace Vegard!

This is my third friend in four years that has died.  Now, I´m having trouble understanding why!

Dear diary

Very few of my friends know of this site. Privacy is a rare thing these days, so I´ve kept this site between my closest. You might ask yourself why, if I want privacy, would I keep a blog. Well, before this blog I had another one where I would tell everybody what I did, listened to and whom I would hang with. This blog however is for my sake, so I can write exactly what I think and feel without everybody knowing about it. Here I have completely freedom to write whatever I want. This is my privacy. I also keep a diary, so I can go deeper into detail about my feelings, and then go back and read what I thought at that moment. Angry feelings, sad feelings, but also joyful feelings that I´ll enjoy reading in the years that comes. I may have complete freedom to write whatever I want, but to spare peoples feelings, not that I believe that person in peticular is reading this site, I can´t write what I really think of this person. How angry and upset I am about what he did. He knows who he is, but then again, he´s not reading this.

Now, you may wonder what that person did to me, and I may have encouraged you to think so. He did, as every guy before him, make me like him a lot, and then distance himself from me because he didn´t feel the same. Every other guy? Yes, twice before that. Even though I´m tired of having my heart broken so many times, I´m still a big believer of love. I know he´s out there somewhere, and he´ll come when the time is ready. In the meantime I´ll wait, not so patiently, but at least I´m waiting.
A lot of guys have to break my heart before I´ll accept the label “old maid with 19 cats”.

Have you given up? Or are you waiting?

Autumn in the garden

When the frosty kiss of Autumn in the dark
Makes its mark
On the flowers, and the misty morning grieves
Over fallen leaves;
Then my olden garden, where the golden soil
Through the toil
Of a hundred years is mellow, rich, and deep,
Whispers in its sleep.

What regrets, what longings for the lost were theirs!
And what prayers
For the silent strength that nerves us to endure
Things we cannot cure!
Pacing up and down the garden where they paced,
I have traced
All their well-worn paths of patience, till I find
Comfort in my mind.

Faint and far away their ancient griefs appear:
Yet how near
Is the tender voice, the careworn, kindly face,
Of the human race!
Let us walk together in the garden, dearest heart,
Not apart!
They who know the sorrows other lives have known
Never walk alone.

by Henry van Dyke

Autumn

Well, my plan didn´t go exactly as I planned. Instead of taking the year off completely, I´m taking two classes at BI Bergen. However, I do have time for friends, family and travel. In the last week of september a friend of mine, Camilla, and myself are going on an spontaneous trip. Where we do not know. How we do not know. How much we do not know. What we do know is that is has to be spontaneous. The two of us loves to be spontaneous and we both agree that some of the best memories comes from things we did that was not planned. So, for more memories to come – be spontaneous.

The summer is over and autumn is at our door. In Norway the difference between summer and autumn is unnoticeable. Rain and cold. Still, autumn is the time for friends, inside, with a cup of hot chocolate and great movies. The time for candles and blankets. The time for scarves and thick, warm clothes. Time for holding hands with gloves. Time for pink cheeks. I love autumn just as I love every other season. Each season has something special about it. And I´m looking forward too long dark nights filled with candles and blankets, and drinking hot chocolate with my best friends.