Slumdog attractive

What is wrong with me?
For the last week I've attracted all sorts of weirdos coming up to me and asking me stuff.
Guys following me and asking me where I'm going and what's my favorite drink; guys offering me drugs; ladies chanting bibleverses for me; even at my job there seems to be always some dodgy guy lurking in a corner!
Do I look like someone who does drugs?

Do I look filthy, ragged or anything like that?

Whatever the reasons are, it's been happening so often lately that I start to see this as a form of entertainment. From my side that is.

All that happens in your life

... happens for the best. Whether you are loosing your job or divorcing, getting a promotion or having kids- it all happens for the best. And of course, whenever something good is making its way into your life- you want to believe that this is how its meant to be.

Until its the other way around.

Sounds silly? If you look at your life in this perspective, you'll eventually become aware of the fact that a man who keeps his head high and don't let himself down will always find new ways to survive. If he is surrounded by negativity and energy draining circumstances, he will be able to find a way out of the maze.

And in every event of your life, there is a lesson to learn.

It's just that you have to give it a thought before you know what to learn from it.

No matter how devastating these events are; no matter how crushing you may find them; if you believe (or at least pretend to believe) that no such thing as randomness or coincidences excist: you are able to rule your own life. It's just a part of the pattern life has made for you. To shape and turn you into the human being you are and will be.

Both cruel and good events happen, because you're being taught something. And if that thing is to share light and knowledge, love thy neighbour and mother in law; or just being more cautious next time you're crossing traffic: you're learning your lesson.

And I might as well admit it once I've started; I believe in fate to a certain point.

Royal summer

I'm overextaticly happy!

I'm gonna see

Madonna

and

Michael Jackson

with just a few days in beetween in the end of July / beginning of August!

I'm gonna get an overdose of royalty this summer, if I include Beyonce and Britney as well.

So if I'm still broke when the concerts are on; at least I'll have the tickets and loads of fabulous shows to look forward to.

Thank you London!

Beautiful, dirty, rich

Even though I'm fortunate enough to actually have a job against all odds in these economic down times; I'm afraid I'm gonna sound greedy when I write this.
I need money.
I need money to cut my hair. To buy more wine. To buy more clothes.To afford to go out on town. To buy dinner for my flatmates. To buy tickets for Madonna and Britney at the O2. To buy myself a mirror, more wigs, make-up, high-heels and eyelashes.To go and see Wicked, Sister Act, Priscilla, Lion King, Oliver, Fame, Les Miserables and all the other musicals at West End.

Where the heck is that rich old man from Marylebone when I need him?!

Good times ahead for Cancer

The Sun Daily horoscope Thursday 5th of March 2009:

"By the end of the month, you will have learned a lot, and substantially altered your thinking about goals and plans. While your instincts are already suggesting change is coming, this is only the beginning. Daunting as it sounds, surprise developments promise welcome breakthrough"


Ever since I arrived here, I've been relying on the Metro newspapers' starsign predictions to find something that makes it all worth. This one certainly convinced me.

Something to remember...

... in one year from this date I'll take a look back at the small struggles we've encountered during our first time in the city of London:

Using a nailfile to open up our wine bottle at our hotel room / / / Living without a functioning fridge for the 1st month / / / Moving into a flat without electricity, broken shower, kitchen table, dishwasher and washing machine / / / Walking the streets of London, handing out beetween 100-200 CV's in a desperate need for a job / / / Driving several times from New Cross to Kilburn, getting lost on the way, and getting the to know the city a little bit more / / / Attending a trial day at Ripley's Believe It Or Not, convinced I'd get the job, then getting reality's blow in the face: a NO ( face it: you have to try 100 times to get a job) / / / Having to stay indoors because of the snow / / / Phoning my Norwegian bank a whole day just to get an overdraft on my debit card in order to be able to pay my rent / / / Eating cellery in a stupid attempt to quit smoking

In the silver shadows he'll radiate and glow for you

I saw a "Lady" on Regent's Street today.

Her long dark wig was gently covering her beautiful face, concealing the hidden truth underneath the dramatic make-up.

Her heels were clicking along the sidewalk, making her tall figure course its way through the crowds of depressed Londoners and hyperactive tourists.

Noone noticed her, although if they had looked closer; they would've seen her sparkling eyes showing off her confidence. Or they would've seen her tiny dark hairs on her fingers, and not the glittering nailpolish, reflecting the sunlight like gold.

Her mouth was curved slightly upwards in an uncanny way.

She stopped outside my store and looked at the models in the window.

I caught her eye for a brief second.

Her smile grew wider, and she nodded.

Lighting up a cigarette, she made a toss with her head, blinked, and disappeared into the busy streets of Carnaby.