how do you express the inexpressable?
søndag, oktober 23, 2005
lørdag, oktober 22, 2005
words
i finished my writer's course today. i realized i have discovered more about myself than about my writings.
words are intertwined in me. words do not start living before you use them. words are dynamic, but only when they are tried out.
one year.
10 insights.
words are intertwined in me. words do not start living before you use them. words are dynamic, but only when they are tried out.
one year.
10 insights.
Posted by Morten Oddvik at lørdag, oktober 22, 2005 3 comments
fredag, oktober 21, 2005
Exam
It's 01.08 and I just got back down south for my exam tomorrow. I never really got the jitters about exams. Strange. Nevertheless, this time around it's not that big of a deal. It'll work out somehow.
Time is an issue these days, though. My days are filled to the rim of all the joys of life, and the weeks keep on ticking in.
I enjoyed the oblivious trip from Trondheim and down to Oslo. I got some time to take it all in. Love it.
But this exam bit, what is it all about?
Time is an issue these days, though. My days are filled to the rim of all the joys of life, and the weeks keep on ticking in.
I enjoyed the oblivious trip from Trondheim and down to Oslo. I got some time to take it all in. Love it.
But this exam bit, what is it all about?
Posted by Morten Oddvik at fredag, oktober 21, 2005 0 comments
onsdag, oktober 12, 2005
Fingers
Had a wonderful week. Kicked off with my 27th birthday celebration.
Breakfast in bed.
Chocolate cake.
Dinner.
Friends.
Trip.
Café.
Alice.
Ylayali.
Happy, happy!
Breakfast in bed.
Chocolate cake.
Dinner.
Friends.
Trip.
Café.
Alice.
Ylayali.
Happy, happy!
Posted by Morten Oddvik at onsdag, oktober 12, 2005 0 comments
mandag, oktober 03, 2005
søndag, oktober 02, 2005
Sunday morning
How happy can a man be? I'm on the verge of bursting of happiness. Life has this strange and fantastic ability to surprise at every turn. Every minute is a chance to turn everything around. Fear is not an enemy. Sitting by my table with a cup of coffee, reading newspapers, surfing, waiting for my girlfriend. Just listening to the wind. Hear the wind sing. Wait a moment. Hang on.
Me. Glory, glory.
Happy.
Me. Glory, glory.
Happy.
Posted by Morten Oddvik at søndag, oktober 02, 2005 0 comments
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