Jeg har lavet en ny blog, så denne vil ikke længere blive opdateret. Den vil dog fortsat være til at læse.
Tjek min nye blog ud og bliv fast læser: www.vshootforthemoon.blogspot.com :-)
My Calender
Onsdag: Sommerland Syd med Pernille og søster + hendes veninde.
Torsdag: Arbejde og biografen med Julie.
Fredag: Intet endnu.
Lørdag: Alene hjemme.
26.07.2012
Jeg har de bedste mennesker omkring mig, det er helt sikkert.
Pernille Faust Friis
Sebastian Harttung
Simon Østerby Hansen
Trine Bjørklund
Mette Loff
- med flere.
I gør livet værdigt. <3
Pernille Faust Friis
Sebastian Harttung
Simon Østerby Hansen
Trine Bjørklund
Mette Loff
- med flere.
I gør livet værdigt. <3
Kære mor
Jeg skriver dette her, fordi at jeg ved at du ikke kender min blog, så der er en meget minimal chance for at du nogensinde vil læse dette. Selvom at du siger at jeg ikke skal bekymre mig, så kan jeg ikke lade være. Jeg ved selvfølgelig at lægerne er dygtige og har styr på hvad de laver, men derfor skræmmer det mig alligevel. Der er altid en risiko for at det går galt, når man skal lægges i fuld narkose. Jeg er bange for at du ikke vågner igen, eller at noget går galt. Jeg kan ikke undvære dig nu, du er en af de eneste formål med livet for mig. Jeg kan ikke klare min kamp uden din støtte, dine kram og dine trøstende ord og ligemeget hvor meget til besvær du synes jeg er, hvor træt du er af mig eller hvor lidt du tror mine ord; så elsker jeg dig, for altid.
Held og lykke med operationen på fredag, jeg beder dig, vågn op og få det godt igen. <3
A poem that for sure will make you cry.
Når der står, som overskrift ved en tekst at man med garanti vil græde af at læse den, læser jeg den altid for at bevise det modsatte. Dog overvandt dette digt mig fuldstændigt og tårerne løber stadig, Holdl da op, hvor er det stærkt.
Her hair was up in a pony tail,
Her favorite dress tied with a bow.
Today was Daddy's Day at school,
And she couldn't wait to go.
But her mommy tried to tell her,
That she probably should stay home.
Why the kids might not understand,
If she went to school alone.
But she was not afraid;
She knew just what to say.
What to tell her classmates
Of why he wasn't there today.
But still her mother worried,
For her to face this day alone.
And that was why once again,
She tried to keep her daughter home.
But the little girl went to school
Eager to tell them all.
About a dad she never sees
A dad who never calls.
There were daddies along the wall in back,
For everyone to meet.
Children squirming impatiently,
Anxious in their seats
One by one the teacher called
A student from the class.
To introduce their daddy,
As seconds slowly passed.
At last the teacher called her name,
Every child turned to stare.
Each of them was searching,
A man who wasn't there.
'Where's her daddy at?'
She heard a boy call out.
'She probably doesn't have one,'
Another student dared to shout.
And from somewhere near the back,
She heard a daddy say,
'Looks like another deadbeat dad,
Too busy to waste his day.'
The words did not offend her,
As she smiled up at her Mom.
And looked back at her teacher,
Who told her to go on.
And with hands behind her back,
Slowly she began to speak.
And out from the mouth of a child,
Came words incredibly unique.
'My Daddy couldn't be here,
Because he lives so far away.
But I know he wishes he could be,
Since this is such a special day.
And though you cannot meet him,
I wanted you to know.
All about my daddy,
And how much he loves me so.
He loved to tell me stories
He taught me to ride my bike.
He surprised me with pink roses,
And taught me to fly a kite.
We used to share fudge sundaes,
And ice cream in a cone.
And though you cannot see him.
I'm not standing here alone.
'Cause my daddy's al ways with me,
Even though we are apart
I know because he told me,
He'll forever be in my heart'
With that, her little hand reached up,
And lay across her chest.
Feeling her own heartbeat,
Beneath her favorite dress. And from somewhere here in the crowd of dads,
Her mother stood in tears.
Proudly watching her daughter,
Who was wise beyond her years.
For she stood up for the love
Of a man not in her life.
Doing what was best for her,
Doing what was right.
And when she dropped her hand back down,
Staring straight into the crowd.
She finished with a voice so soft,
But its message clear and loud.
'I love my daddy very much,
he's my shining star.
And if he could, he'd be here,
But heaven's just too far.
You see he is a soldier
And died just this past year
When a roadside bomb hit his convoy
And taught the world to fear. But sometimes when I close my eyes,
it's like he never went away.'
And then she closed her eyes,
And saw him there that day.
And to her mothers amazement,
She witnessed with surprise.
A room full of daddies and children,
All starting to close their eyes.
Who knows what they saw before them,
Who knows what they felt inside.
Perhaps for merely a second,
They saw him at her side.
'I know you're with me Daddy,'
To the silence she called out.
And what happened next made believers,
Of those once filled with doubt.
Not one in that room could explain it,
For each of their eyes had been closed.
But there on the desk beside her,
Was a fragrant long-stemmed rose.
And a child was blessed, if only for a moment,
By the love of her shining star.
And given the gift of believing,
That heaven is never too far.
Her hair was up in a pony tail,
Her favorite dress tied with a bow.
Today was Daddy's Day at school,
And she couldn't wait to go.
But her mommy tried to tell her,
That she probably should stay home.
Why the kids might not understand,
If she went to school alone.
But she was not afraid;
She knew just what to say.
What to tell her classmates
Of why he wasn't there today.
But still her mother worried,
For her to face this day alone.
And that was why once again,
She tried to keep her daughter home.
But the little girl went to school
Eager to tell them all.
About a dad she never sees
A dad who never calls.
There were daddies along the wall in back,
For everyone to meet.
Children squirming impatiently,
Anxious in their seats
One by one the teacher called
A student from the class.
To introduce their daddy,
As seconds slowly passed.
At last the teacher called her name,
Every child turned to stare.
Each of them was searching,
A man who wasn't there.
'Where's her daddy at?'
She heard a boy call out.
'She probably doesn't have one,'
Another student dared to shout.
And from somewhere near the back,
She heard a daddy say,
'Looks like another deadbeat dad,
Too busy to waste his day.'
The words did not offend her,
As she smiled up at her Mom.
And looked back at her teacher,
Who told her to go on.
And with hands behind her back,
Slowly she began to speak.
And out from the mouth of a child,
Came words incredibly unique.
'My Daddy couldn't be here,
Because he lives so far away.
But I know he wishes he could be,
Since this is such a special day.
And though you cannot meet him,
I wanted you to know.
All about my daddy,
And how much he loves me so.
He loved to tell me stories
He taught me to ride my bike.
He surprised me with pink roses,
And taught me to fly a kite.
We used to share fudge sundaes,
And ice cream in a cone.
And though you cannot see him.
I'm not standing here alone.
'Cause my daddy's al ways with me,
Even though we are apart
I know because he told me,
He'll forever be in my heart'
With that, her little hand reached up,
And lay across her chest.
Feeling her own heartbeat,
Beneath her favorite dress. And from somewhere here in the crowd of dads,
Her mother stood in tears.
Proudly watching her daughter,
Who was wise beyond her years.
For she stood up for the love
Of a man not in her life.
Doing what was best for her,
Doing what was right.
And when she dropped her hand back down,
Staring straight into the crowd.
She finished with a voice so soft,
But its message clear and loud.
'I love my daddy very much,
he's my shining star.
And if he could, he'd be here,
But heaven's just too far.
You see he is a soldier
And died just this past year
When a roadside bomb hit his convoy
And taught the world to fear. But sometimes when I close my eyes,
it's like he never went away.'
And then she closed her eyes,
And saw him there that day.
And to her mothers amazement,
She witnessed with surprise.
A room full of daddies and children,
All starting to close their eyes.
Who knows what they saw before them,
Who knows what they felt inside.
Perhaps for merely a second,
They saw him at her side.
'I know you're with me Daddy,'
To the silence she called out.
And what happened next made believers,
Of those once filled with doubt.
Not one in that room could explain it,
For each of their eyes had been closed.
But there on the desk beside her,
Was a fragrant long-stemmed rose.
And a child was blessed, if only for a moment,
By the love of her shining star.
And given the gift of believing,
That heaven is never too far.
01.07.2012
I morgen sker det så, den kan ikke trækkes længere. Jeg vil ikke, men jeg har intet valg.
Det er nu tredje gang på kun 2 år. Jeg orker det ikke, jeg kan det ikke. Jeg græder bare.
Det er nu tredje gang på kun 2 år. Jeg orker det ikke, jeg kan det ikke. Jeg græder bare.
Tak, Post Danmark
Jeg havde igen fået bestilt noget på nettet, suk, stakkels konto. Det var dog ikke så galt, og det var også et tilbud. Jeg har flere steder set denne bog og været vild efter selv at få fingrene i et eksemplar, bare for at eje den og nu blev det altså. Så her er den, helt ny og blank.
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Udsalg i Sønderborg
Der var sørme også udsalg i Sønderborg (my hood) her i denne her weekend, så der skulle da også liiiiige tjekkes for gøde ting og sager.
Brun top med flot ryg. (Message)
Sort basic top x 2. (Only)
Gule hårspænder, som skulle bruges til Gul-tema-fest. (Tiger)
Underbukser, dog mangler der et par, hehe. (Vila)
Koralfarvet, strikket cardigan. (Vila)
Udsalg i Kolding
I sidste uge engang, fredag d. 22. mener jeg, var jeg i Kolding med min mor og søster for at gå de første udsalgs-tilbud i møde og det resulterede da også i en lille smule godter i farvede plastikposer.
 Retro metal Coca Cola sparedåse. (Søstrene Grene) |
4 lækre lakker fra Depend. (Esthetique)
Sorte højtaljede jeans. (Newyorker)
Sølv spike earcuff. (Gine Tricot)
Trøje m. amerikansk flag. (Newyorker)
Oversize T-shirt med print. (Newyorker)
Oversize pink T-shirt med "strik-mønster". (H&M)
Sort højtaljet nederdel. (Newyorker)
30.06.2012
Hej blog, long time, no see.
Men nu skal jeg nok få opdateret lidt ig få smidt et par små indlæg ind. :-)
Men nu skal jeg nok få opdateret lidt ig få smidt et par små indlæg ind. :-)
The "A Moment Of Boredom-Challenge"
Jeg fremhæver "true" sætningerne ved at understrege dem.
Appearance
I have/had piercings besides the ears.
I want piercings besides the ears.
I have many scars.
I tan easily.
I wish my hair was a different color.
I have friends who have never seen my natural hair color.
I have/want a tattoo.
I can be self-conscious about my appearance.
I have/had braces. (retainers)
I have more than two piercings.
Embarrassment
Disney movies still make me cry.
I’ve laughed so hard I’ve cried.
I’ve glued my hand to something.
I’ve laughed until some kind of beverage came out of my nose.
I’ve had my pants rip in public.
I’ve touched something sharp/hot/etc to see if it would hurt.
Health
I’ve gotten stitches.
I’ve broken or dislocated a bone.
I’ve had my tonsils removed.
I’ve had my wisdom teeth removed.
I’ve had chicken pox.
Travel
I’ve been to Florida.
I’ve driven/ridden over 200 kilometers in one day.
I’ve been on a plane.
I’ve been to Colombia
I’ve been to Cuba.
I’ve been to Niagara Falls.
I’ve been to Ottawa
I’ve been to the Caribbean.
I’ve been to Europe.
Experiences
I’ve gotten lost in my city.
I’ve seen a shooting star.
I’ve wished on a shooting star.
I’ve seen a meteor shower.
I’ve gone out in public in my pajamas.
I’ve pushed all the buttons on an elevator.
I’ve slapped someone.
I’ve kissed someone underwater.
I’ve chugged something.
I’ve crashed a car.
I’ve been skiing.
I’ve been in a musical.
I’ve auditioned for something.
I’ve been on stage.
I’ve caught a snowflake on my tongue.
I’ve sat on a rooftop at night.
I’ve pranked someone.
I’ve ridden in a taxi.
Honesty / Crime
I’ve been threatened to be arrested.
I’ve broken a law.
I’ve done something I promised someone I wouldn’t.
I’ve done something I promised myself I wouldn’t.
I’ve sneaked out.
I’ve lied about my whereabouts.
I’ve cheated while playing a game.
I’ve been in a fist fight.
Death
I’m afraid of dying.
I hate funerals.
I’ve seen someone/something die.
Someone close to me has attempted/committed suicide.
I have attempted suicide.
I’ve thought about suicide before.
I’ve written a eulogy for myself.
Materialism
I own over 5 rap CD’s.
I’m obsessed with anime/manga.
I collected comic books.
I own a lot of makeup.
I own something from Pac Sun.
I own something from The Gap.
I own something I got on E-Bay.
I own something from Abercrombie.
I thrive on compliments.
I thrive on hate.
Random
I can sing low key.
I’ve stolen a tray from a fast food restaurant.
I open up to others easily.
I watch the news occasionally or always.
I don’t like to kill bugs.
I sing in the shower.
I’m a morning person.
I’m a sports fanatic.
I twirl my hair.
I care about grammar.
I love spam.
I’ve copied more than 30 CD’s in a day.
I bake well.
My favorite color is either white, yellow, pink, blue, red, black, purple, or orange.
I would wear pajamas to school.
I like Martha Stewart.
I laugh at my own jokes.
I eat fast food weekly.
I’ve not turned anything in and still got an A in a certain class.
I can’t sleep if there’s a spider in the room.
I’m really ticklish.
I like white chocolate.
I bite my nails.
I’m good at remembering names.
I’m good at remembering dates.
I have no idea what I want to do for the rest of my life.
People
..used to ask if I was anorexic/bulimic.
..called me fat.
..say I’m skinny.
..have said I’m ugly.
..have said I’m pretty.
..have spread rumors about me.
..force me to eat.
..say I eat too much.
..have said I eat too little.
Eating
I’ve lost weight.
I’ve gained weight.
I’m at my thinnest.
I’m at my biggest.
I’ve lost weight and kept it off.
I’ve lost weight, but gained it back.
My weight affects my mood. A lot.
I've dieted.
I’m vegan/vegetarian.
I exercise.
I’ve fainted from exhaustion.
Family
I’ve sworn at my parents.
I’ve planned to run away from home before.
I’ve run away from home.
My biological parents are together.
I have a sibling less than one year old.
I want kids.
I’ve had kids.
I’ve lost a child.
Relationships
I’m engaged.
I’m married.
I’m a swinger.
I’ve gone on a blind date.
I have/had a friend with benefits.
I miss someone right now.
I have a fear of abandonment.
I’ve gotten divorced.
I’ve had feelings for someone who didn’t have them back.
Someone has/had feelings for me when I didn’t have them back.
I’ve told someone I loved them when I didn’t.
I’ve told someone I didn’t love them when I did.
I’ve kept something from a past relationship.
Sexuality
I’m a cuddler.
I’ve been kissed in the rain.
I’ve hugged a stranger.
I’ve kissed a stranger.
Bad times
I regularly drink.
I can’t swallow pills
I can swallow numerous pills at a time without difficulty.
I’ve been diagnosed with depression at some point.
I have/had anxiety problems.
I shut others out when I’m upset.
I don’t have anyone to talk to when I’m upset.
I have taken/take anti-depressants.
I’ve slept an entire day before.
I’ve plotted revenge.
Hold fingrene for dig selv!
Noget af det værste jeg ved, er mennesker som ikke forstår at holde deres fingre for sig selv. Dette kan egentlig have mange betydninger og indtil videre er jeg ikke stødt på nogen af måderne, som jeg synes er i orden. Når jeg hører dette udtryk opfatter jeg det på disse måder:
1. At stjæle.
- Jeg går ikke ud fra at ret mange mennesker, synes at det er sejt eller fedt at stjæle og endnu mindre fedt selv at blive bestjålet eller få frataget egendele.
2. At blive "gramset" på.
- Når du sidder til en fest, ved et bord fyldt med alt for fordrukne mennesker og den ukendte og meget plørede fyr ved side af dig, konsekvent bliver ved med at "gramse" dig på låret, selvom du gentagne gange fjerner hans hånd.
3. Som bagerjomfru om morgenen.
- Er der ikke noget værre end morgen-aggressive kunder, som finder det nødvendigt at række armen og deres pegende finger hele vejen ind over glasruden (der er sat op for at holde folks fingre ude) og pege helt nede i kurven med rundstykker.
4. Små søskende eller veninder/venner.
- Som synes at de har ret til at låne dine ting UDEN at spørge dig ad først. Mine ting, mit valg hvem jeg vil udlåne og bestemt ikke udlåne til.
5. I supermarkeders frugt/grønt-afdeling.
- Er der ekstremt mange, især voksne mennesker, som synes at det er helt iorden at tillade sig at smage på varerne inden, selvom at der ikke er udstillet smagsprøver. Næ, de plukker bare tomater, vindruer osv. af, stopper dem i munden og vælger så om de vil købe eller ej.
6. Til fester med børn.
- Som ikke er opdraget til at man ikke rører ved alle stykkerne på fadet, før at man til sidst udvælger sig det stykke, som man kunne tænke sig. Der er simpelthen for ulækkert at deres bakterier skal afsættes på alle andres mad.
1. At stjæle.
- Jeg går ikke ud fra at ret mange mennesker, synes at det er sejt eller fedt at stjæle og endnu mindre fedt selv at blive bestjålet eller få frataget egendele.
2. At blive "gramset" på.
- Når du sidder til en fest, ved et bord fyldt med alt for fordrukne mennesker og den ukendte og meget plørede fyr ved side af dig, konsekvent bliver ved med at "gramse" dig på låret, selvom du gentagne gange fjerner hans hånd.
3. Som bagerjomfru om morgenen.
- Er der ikke noget værre end morgen-aggressive kunder, som finder det nødvendigt at række armen og deres pegende finger hele vejen ind over glasruden (der er sat op for at holde folks fingre ude) og pege helt nede i kurven med rundstykker.
4. Små søskende eller veninder/venner.
- Som synes at de har ret til at låne dine ting UDEN at spørge dig ad først. Mine ting, mit valg hvem jeg vil udlåne og bestemt ikke udlåne til.
5. I supermarkeders frugt/grønt-afdeling.
- Er der ekstremt mange, især voksne mennesker, som synes at det er helt iorden at tillade sig at smage på varerne inden, selvom at der ikke er udstillet smagsprøver. Næ, de plukker bare tomater, vindruer osv. af, stopper dem i munden og vælger så om de vil købe eller ej.
6. Til fester med børn.
- Som ikke er opdraget til at man ikke rører ved alle stykkerne på fadet, før at man til sidst udvælger sig det stykke, som man kunne tænke sig. Der er simpelthen for ulækkert at deres bakterier skal afsættes på alle andres mad.
Fri
Jeg tror at jeg har genfundet lysten til at slippe fri. Til at blive rask og slippe for alle tankerne, alle problemerne og alle manglerne, som dette forårsager. Jeg vil være fri, leve mit liv.
Allerhelst med dig.
Allerhelst med dig.
Chancen
Sommetider er du nødt til at tage en chance,
Løbe en risiko,
Springe ud fra træet
For at teste om vingerne kan bære.
Jeg er sprunget.
Og jeg flyver.
Update 1#
I dag har jeg:
- grint til at jeg fik ondt i maven.
- sunget til min stemme forsvandt.
- tilbragt næsten 4 timer i et musiklokale.
- snakket om alt og intet.
- følt mig i live.
- grint til at jeg fik ondt i maven.
- sunget til min stemme forsvandt.
- tilbragt næsten 4 timer i et musiklokale.
- snakket om alt og intet.
- følt mig i live.
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