fange solskinn

akkurat nå så er alle tankene mine sånn som alle stjernene i melkeveien. fra melkeveien sprer de seg utover i galaksen og av og til så samler de seg i blålilla nebulaer, og langt inne i stjernetåka, der er jeg.

jeg er på vandring. fra stjerne til stjerne hopper jeg, sklir på regnbuer, slik som de norrøne gudene, mellom den ene verdenen og den andre. fra en virkelighet til en annen. hjerneflukt. jeg elsker det. det er så lett. så enkelt å plutselig bare være der. her. for jeg er her fortsatt.

tenk. lungene mine har enda ikke revna. uansett hvor hardt og høyt jeg har skreket, ropt og kjefta. jeg drar pusten langt ned i magen. det gjør godt. jeg er her enda. men nå glemte jeg at vi snakka om stjerner.

en sky av støv og gass. nebulaen altså. som kanskje en dag vil danne en stjerne. strekke seg millioner av kilometer, danse lysår gjennom universet. enten det eller så er det bare restene av en supernova. kanskje er det alt som er igjen etter at jeg sprenger alt til helvete. alle tankene. kanskje alt må sprenges til bittesmå gasspartikler før de kan samle seg og bli hel igjen. kanskje fragmentene av meg er som rosa og lilla og blå skyer. jeg drømmer meg bort. det er fint å skrive igjen. plutselig gikk det flere år. uten at jeg greide å fange tankene mine. nå stabber jeg de ned i papiret. jeg er her fortsatt.

Enough

“You alone are enough.

You have nothing to prove to anybody.”

-Maya Angelou

When the words pour out of my mouth, streams of confusion and illusions of how and when and how again. This spiraling string of emotions so connected so disconnected to – me – my ties to everything and everyone I love, for I bleed with my open heart in hand. I try to show it sometimes but the fear I wear like a cloak, a veil, I still play behind the pantomime, I do the talk and the walk and all the faces they are smiling. Again I try to reconnect to the stream of conversation, daily day stuff, all the little things, but I sway, I drift, further and further away. I want to reach out to you, hope you catch my hand before I fall, again. But it’s like the glow in your eyes has changed. They dimmed, started to look weary and accusing. You say- just show me every day- and I sink down in my little cave where I hide, where I try to heal, the cave that gives me shelter from the storm.

I stare up at the stars. I close my eyes and dance with them in my dreams. I feel weightless and free, from all my fears, from my regrets. Peaceful moments of tranquility. Everything is just right. And there is no need to put on show, persuade or elaborate, just the trust that what is – it is enough.

Tonight I am

My face jagged

It doesn’t line up

It’s all a big mess just like the inside of my head

Leaning on the great old craftsman Picasso

That artist knew how we feel and see the world sometimes.

With love, always – K

I wanna climb that tree but I’m scared of heights.

 

 

Here we go again

loud. the world is screaming. out of breath. sore throat. need some sweet
honey in my steaming cup. not sure what im feeling today. its all a bit 
trippy and its like im dancing on an endless chain of stairs. not sure 
whether to step up or to skip back down. im running in my mind. body just 
moving. slowly. its all a flare of light through a glass crystal. lens glare. 
its all blurry my eyes are teary.

fuck this. just cant be bothered. another toke on that bong man.

peace n love. x

Tunez: Virgin State of Mind – K’s Choice

Even when Im wrong Im right

I swing from the chandelier, I hold on and wait for dawn. again and again
I think I like this game. playing with my mind. stop rewind repeat. faces 
haunt me. old restless bones rattling to the symphony. you know infinite 
present past i'm falling in between. holding on to the ripping seam. 
shivers running through me but dulled by medication. try to hold on to 
motivation. one two three, namasté. breathe reach reach reach for the sky. 
reproducing recycling the past over and over. try to put it all on fire 
but the demons will not die. i need to turn it all around and feed of their
energy. angle it through a crystal of rainbows. i refuse to lay down 
defeated. you will never win. even when im wrong im right.

I have too many thoughts in my head

Hi there. I'm back. Again. It's been a while. Been busy living. . .

All these winding roads and labyrinths we have to get lost in. I have started all over again and again and again. Two years ago I started traveling the world alone. I visited Australia, Vietnam, Thailand, Burma, Malaysia, Norway again, back to Thailand, and now suddenly I find myself relocated in a small British country town. THIS IS ENGLAND. I now face new daily challenges like two separate water taps on almost every sink (one where you burn your hand off and one where you freeze) and other small unimportant things we Scandinavians find funny or interesting when traveling beyond our own borders. I am not taking the piss, I am happy to say that I do not have too many worries at the moment. I am fighting nightmares and old ghosts though, but I know when the winter is over there will be a new spring. I know like all the billion buds will flower I will eventually blossom as well. It will take time. Time to create a new perception of the world we’re all so confused and living in. The past years I have spent so much time running away from my old life I almost forgot to live now. Always holding my guard, looking back over my shoulder. I am so fed up with being afraid all the time. Sun is shining outside my window, yet I only stare out at it, not yet capable of moving my sad lazy ass out there to enjoy it. Lazy, that’s what depression makes you. I don’t even feel sad, but I know it’s lurking behind there somewhere.

It is strange being a foreigner in a country so similar yet so undeniably different from your own. I feel like I’m lost in translation half the time. But this is the place I want to be. I have decided to make a new life here for the time being… Forever lost. I never expected to end up here. Strange, how life twists and turns sometimes. Life is slowly adapting and changing for the better. I have met so many beautiful and inspirational souls the past years of traveling I almost find it hard to memorize them all. I sit here with a heart heavy with gratitude. We have so much to learn from each other, by absorbing new scenery’s, by drinking wine, passing joints and making conversation. In this western world I feel like everyone is striving inside their own bubbles. Their own self constructed universes displayed on screens, shining with glorified pictures of the life we hope so eagerly the rest of world will remember us for…

Alien, that’s the word I’m looking for. Alienation. Hibernation. I know there are others with the same kind of mindset. It will just take some time. I will crawl out of my hole. Did I mention that I have already started? One third, at least! I work as a drama teacher for year 5 and 6 at a school once a week. KARMA. WIN. HARD WORK PAYS IN HAPPINESS. Now all I need to do is convince them to pay me some actual pounds as well. It still feels good to do what I love the most. Working with kids and theatre make me think good things of the world.

I am still traveling. Still it feels just like yesterday I left Gardermoen Airport in Oslo, heading in direction Heathrow – Hong Kong – Brisbane. I left everything I knew behind. And I haven’t looked back since. Maybe, that is only half way a lie. As far as home is concerned, I cling to the ones I love and see them on Skype whenever we feel it’s been far too long. I didn’t post much when I was exploring South-East Asia. But, some scribbles made it to the world-wide web.

I became a part of a marine conservation group (Eco Koh Tao) when I was living as a PADI divemaster in Thailand. I wrote some articles during my Eco Internship at Crystal Dive: Project AWARE – Eco Koh Tao – Mooring Line Project –  Reef Check Ecodiver Course. Feel free to have a look.

It’s late afternoon. Time to force myself to go outside. Sun is shining. Put my shades on. I will update more later I promise.

Tunes: Listening to Skambankt – Voodoo. I’m sorry if Norwegian is a bit tough to understand, but this song describes all the thoughts in my head right now. It just makes sense. Listen to the tune anyway, they don’t only have real lyrics they also got bad ass guitars.

 

Love and light, Kris xx xx

Changing blog

skatingonamoonbeam – click the link to find my new site.

Decided to make a new blog. The internet connection really fucks WordPress up and my life is turning over a new leaf.  Seemed like the right thing to do. Thank you so much for following me so far. I’ll be back with more scribbles on the new page. Love and light K.

Oslo Queer Festival

I know I should be updating you and telling you all about Brisbane and Aussie, but a late update from Oslo Queer has to come first. Lack of internet makes the situation terribly slow. Aussie is good by the way. I LOVE IT. Anyway, September 1st me and a friend named Annelén had a forum theater workshop at Oslo Queer Festival 2012. It was a great experience and we had a lot of good discussions within our group. We took a closer look at prejudice in queer environments, and people from all over Europe participated. Unfortunately we weren’t enough people to make a real forum-play in the end, but next time we will make it! Heidi (red head in the picture below) finally arrived from Hong Kong to Oslo on Sunday 2, just in time to say goodbye before I got on the same plane going down under. She and a friend had been backpacking Vietnam, Laos, Cambodia and Thailand for five weeks. Yay!

My fair lady Heidi and her friend Eva outside Blitzhuset.

My precious friend Annelén was happy to be at the festival!

This is somewhere I might wanna go. I dunno yet where I’m heading after Vietnam. Still haven’t got anyone to travel with – I’ll cross my fingers I’ll find someone who wanna go to the South East of Asia!

Suddenly the toilet at Blitz started to mumble and talk to me. That got me thinking. Actually the first thing I checked when I came to Brisbane was if the water in the toilet flushed the opposite way of toilets in Norway. It did. Or at least I think it did. Happy times. I’ll never quit being a kiddo.

Even Smurfs say NO TO NAZI!

Sharing of experience. Heidi passed on her travel books to me, and some Vietnamese and Cambodian money. Lucky me! They got good coffee at Blitz, almost for free!

Martine and Eva. Happy people.

PEOPLE NEED HOUSES. HOUSES NEED PEOPLE. BLITZ STAYS. THE FIGHT GOES ON!

Where we had our workshop!  The Pussy Riot Cathedral – in honor of the amazing russian girls.

Good volunteers recycling all the empty bottles! Miss them so much, these lovely folks.

In the end, life is all about balance. Eva was getting the hang of it.

Martine striking a pose for peace!

Hippies never die – they say.

Annelén always got something dirty on her mind, and I like it.

Cuties outside the Blitz House. That building’s got so much history. I’d like to tell you all about it but time is running away from me. Check the link!

Last goodbye! I’ll update more tomorrow if I get the chance to go to the library again. That’s it for no. Gotta go. Love and light K.

Bye bye Norway

Caught in a turmoil, makes my head spin.

Akkurat nå må jeg skrive på norsk. Ord kan ikke beskrive. Reisefeber!!! Skal straks legge meg og late som jeg sover i litt under fire timer. Sjukt at jeg reiser ifra alt og alle. Ikke en dag for tidlig! Blir godt å savne hjem!

Meg og en kompis!

Had to write some Norwegian… And then I’m suddenly on my way! Can’t wait to update later. Internet ain’t faithful and is probably ditching me again any second. Gotta be fast – My plane takes off from Gardermoen Airport 0750. 8 hours and then…. I don’t know really. It sure gonna be a big adventure. Heathrow first, then Hong Kong and finally Brisbane. 40 hours travel. Cross all my legs and fingers I wont get my period or catch a cold during the flight. Fuck, such irritating things tend to haunt me – especially when I’m up so something. Had my ups and downs today freaking out a bit and stuff but I think I’m all good to go now. Crazy…. Tomorrow I’ll be long gone. AWESOME! Now I just have to say goodbye to my friends. -Cry me a river jus like Dustin! Fuck, again. Pardon my language. Cupid is stupid. I get so sentimental. EMO. But it’s all good. It’s really all good… Love K.

Butterflies

They sure got an extra pair of wings, those butterflies in my stomach.

As I’m writing these words I’ve just started my adventure. This weekend me and some beloved lady-friends of mine went to the oldest known rock festival in Norway – Glopperock. Good times. I got a thing for these small festivals. Last Thursday me and my band VITO performed four songs at Open Mic in Volda. Last night we had our last jam session in 6 months. Got a Thin Lizzy LP – Black Rose A Rock Legend, as a going-away-present from my drummer. Then I got REALLY sentimental, and wrote a new song. Tears wont stop us being productive! Now I’m back in Tomrefjorden to say some good byes to my family. Gonna miss them, much! After a stressful summer I eventually notice the seasons ripe for change. Tomorrow I’ll head for the rail way station, one hour drive to a small town called Åndalsnes, located in the middle of Møre og Romsdal. Then it’s off to the state capital Oslo, baby. Then to Asker, to visit my love Nico. Monday September 3rd calendar says byebye everything I know – hello AUSTRALIA.

Along with 19 other fellow students on the Austral-Asian Culture program I’m going down under. To see the sun, to taste the salt water.. To get away. To the land of convicts, explorers, and adventures. Tomorrow on the train I’ll start dig down in history. A concise history of Australia – by Stewart Macintyre, pensum. Kangaroos and wallabies. Crocodiles and sharks! Can’t wait to see one! Got the rest of my stuff packed today. Credit card, passport, and my backpacker sack – CHECK! Hope everything goes smoothly with the tickets and stuff. Everything’s good to go. But, I guess with my pre history of bad karma I’ll forget my luggage at the wrong platform, oversleep, or get stuck in the doorway or something.. On the other hand I’m the luckies daydreaming bum since mom will take me to the train station. I’m not too good with time tables, busses, or any public transport, no doubt about that. I’ll cross my legs, arms, and fingers just to be sure… My sense of direction and intuition will be far more better in the next couple of weeks, I wish. Never thought it would be easy to get outta here. This great big challenge, I’ll have it anyway.

At the end of our first week in Brisbane our class will head out on a field trip to the outback of New South Wales, Bourke. I’ll post an update on the excursion later! The following five weeks I’ll be sharing apartment and travel with two happy guitar playing blokes named Martin and Marius, and an open minded globetrotter named Anne Berit. We don’t know each other that much yet, but I have to say at this point I’m pretty excited! Hippie spirit! That’s it for now. Gotta catch some rest before the new day arrives. Take care. Love K.

TUNEZ TODAY:  The Distillers – Coral Fang (Album)

Liebster Blog Award, thanks to Dear Kitty. Some blog

Dear Kitty. Some blog was so kind to nominate me for the Liebster Blog Award. Thank you!

“This award is to promote quality blogs & to help promote the work of bloggers who may not have a large following. Part of getting this award is giving it forward and to award it to 3-5 blogs you enjoy that have under 200 followers.”

According to the ‘rules’ (btw I’ve never done this before) – Presumably, one should add the Liebster Blog Award picture to the post on the award. Done…

Dear Kitty. Some blog fascinates me in so many ways. I wish more people in this world would share her point of view. Check her out!

Here are my nominees (I am not sure whether I have kept to the 200 or less rule, as not all blogs list their number of followers) (I have linked to the nominees’ blogs. I will notify them at their blogs):

just be. love all. live life.

dogsharon

SORRY, I CAN’T STAY LONG

The receiver of the award should copy & answer the questions below.
My answers are:

1. What’s your favorite word in the English language?

Fuck.

2. What are you listening to as you write the answer to this question (if not music, what sounds)?

A shy tinnitus buzzing in my ears. Can feel and hear my heartbeat, kinda. The sound of overdrive and distortion. School of Nirvana, and four songs with my band VITO. The open mic gig tonight was insane…

3. What was the last thing you ate that you really, really enjoyed?

A simple green apple. Enjoying it at this particular moment.

4. You’re at a job interview, and the interviewer asks you to make him laugh. What do you do or say?

I1d say I’m not that funny.

5. The world is about to blow up, but you’re being saved, and are allowed to take five things to another planet (aside from the clothes you are currently wearing), where you and only 999 other people will now exist (ignore the bleakness of this question). What do you take?

My guitar, my journal, a pen, a toothbrush, and a pillow.

6. What’s your favorite drink to consume first thing in the morning?

Milk.

7. What was the last book to make you cry?

Buddhas Children – A Journey Among People – by Torbjørn Færøvik.

8. What’s the most ridiculous or silliest way you’ve been injured?

Stumbled down some stairs, fell flat on my face, and ended up with a fractured ankle/foot – crutches for seven weeks. FML.

9. What’s your favorite city in the world? Why?

Stockholm. Fell in love at first sight. The Swedes got everything. Astrid Lindgren, Unga Klara – Suzanne Osten, Vår Teater, Stadsteatern, Kungliga Dramaten, Unga Dramaten. Also got good memories from Moderna Museet, and Beyond Retro. 

10. What’s the most embarrassing album in your music collection? (Be honest)

Aqua-Aquarium. First CD I ever got. I even know all the lyrics.

11. To borrow an old line from a Crowded House song, would you rather a mansion in the slums or a caravan in the hills (i.e. a nice house in a not nice area, or a tiny living space but with views)?

I’d like to live in a bungalow by the beach. Perfect view!

1. How long have you blogged?

Since 2005. Just random gibberish at that time, Gaffelioyet is the first “real” blog I’ve got.

2. What is your talent you are most proud of?

Never giving up..

3. You wake up in a shaggy hotel in a city of your choice with your best friend and a complete stranger of the opposite sex. There’s a kitchen-battle-axe on the floor with blood on it and an owl in the bathroom. What has happened?

We’ve played the game they play in Four Rooms, and the owl is the award.

4. What’s your favorite day of the week?

Any day after a good night sleep!

5. If you were an animal, what animal would you be and why?

A squirrel. Had to be one in a play a while go. Never got rid of the moves…

6. What are you doing for your living?

Traveling student at the moment. AUSTRALIA.

7. Where would you take me in your hometown, if I would visit you?

I would take you somewhere nicer than my hometown!

8. What is your favorite sound?

Waves.

9. Do you have a celebrity crush? Who is it?

I got two. Patti Smith, and Brody Dalle.

10. What is the first web-site you go to when you open your browser?

http://www.mangareader.net/94-8-1/bleach/chapter-1.html

11. What languages do you speak?

Norwegian, English, Swedish, poor Danish, and lousy French.

This rare evening… This week has been exhausting. Good though. Gotta show up at school in less than five hours. VITO – we had our best gig ever tonight, and I even got to perform cover of Nirvana with some other grunge blokes of mine. Open mic in Volda and the audience … mental ! Fuck. Then I got this award from http://dearkitty1.wordpress.com. What a day! I sure appreciate it! Don’t know what to say…

School’s up

Got all these nerves in a bundle. Don’t know if I’m scared, awkwardly shy, or just bashful about telling folks how I really feel. My knees are shaking, and inside my head – though I have never been there – I swear it’s JUST like Disneyland. Everything’s blinking, beeping, twisting, and turning. Bet some of it’s jumping too.

View from the place we’re staying in Brisbane – Kangaroo Point. I can get used to this!!! Mad. Pic downloaded here.

First thing I gained today was the knowledge that if you go East it takes one hour drive from Brisbane to locate the first surf spots. Up North, approximately one and half hour drive before you get great shores and waves. Whoop! I also learned the fact that I’ll have to befriend a surf-loving driver who’s in the possession of a real driver’s license. Or, I knew that already, BUT, we’ve been talking about this well known phenomenon – long distances. Very long distances. On the Australian continent there’s a lot of them. I guess I’ll forget about my favorite  activity as a non-driving hippie; walking. That was a joke, I prefer skating and bicycling. But neither will do. Gotta learn how to trust planes and cars. If there’s anyone in the Queensland area who’s up for surf in the middle of September let me know!

First day in my new class, and we’ve just started with the introduction course of the Austral-Asian program. Been chatting with some teachers from Brisbane, and we have started discussing different topics of our main major assignment. Children’s theater, shadow plays, masks, clay, costumes, traditions, plays, puppet theater, school system, vietnamese theater, aboriginal theater, culture for children – how is the situation compared to Scandinavia? And then there’s music! Oh, I’m such a nerd.

Australian phrase of the day: “No worries mate!”

The whole class had to say it out loud. At the same time. Awkward, and we all acted like small giggling girls. In front of the old school black board compassionate eyes of an urban globetrotter woman told me we still have a long way ahead of us. Not sure if our stuttering Norwenglish blew her away anywhere. Gotta work on my dialect! Then they started all this talk about spiders… and I went to get lunch. Now it’s back to class. Information about the seven day trip into the outback, more specific Bourke – is about to be given. I’ll welcome it with open arms! Stoked! Love K.

TUNEZ TODAY: Natural Mystic – Bob Marley & The Wailers, Flake – Jack Johnson, The Letter – Xavier Rudd,
Collie Man – Slightly Stoopid.

New and old faces

Find myself in the Volda University Library. Nerd. To be honest, hiding is what I’m doing. Kind of stressful down in the school caffeteria. Love to see so many new faces coming to Volda, though it reminds me of the fact that I’m done with three years, and I’m leaving. Sad. Very, very sad. Said hi to some of my teacters in drama and theater, and music earlier today. Went inside the theater studio… Had to skip the room where all the magic happens – the costume stock – where set design are being made, all the dresses and other costumes are brought in and repaired- and. Fuck. I’ll get my stuff there later. It’s just too sad. Terribly sad – my second home – I’m leaving it. The great gods know how I love that place. Going to find a piano room in the same yellow building (named Kaarstad) tomorrow, and play a deep low minor key to the sound of Niagra Falls streaming down my mascra painted face. Buu. Cry me a river. Afterwards I’ll cheer myself up with a picture of a surfing kangaroo. I’m also utterly pleased and happy. Got my band back in Volda. Ambivalence, my middle name these days. Who’s being emo?

Official start of academic year, today that is, and with open arms I welcome the autumn semester. Just got rid off all the books and articles I needed for finishing my bachelor paper. Everyone I know here in Volda i busy at the moment. Introductory tours are led by older students for the newcomers all over school- it’s the first day for most of the classes. But for me it’s not. I still got one week of vacation. Monday 20th. Introuduction course of the AustralAsian-Studies. Have to learn some Vietnamese this week – at least some life-saving phrases, like “Yes. I like pie – don’t touch me” or something. Just kidding. I’m so excited… it’s hard to find words to describe it.

Skam is a bunch of charming and eccentric musicians – a mixture of ska, reggae, funk, rock, and jazz.

Skam is playing at Rokken Studenthus tonight. Their concert during the opening week of Volda University has grown to be a lively and atmospheric tradition. Seen them at least four times now I think.. You shold check it out if you like listening to ska music.

2nd floor. Library. I like it here. Behind rows of books shelves – in the middle of thousands of unexplored titles and adventures… Gonna find myself a new book, and maybe some new friends in it. Will be joining my fellows from VITO tonight, and some other students from the drama and music section. First I’m gonna find Oddis, and some beer.

From the left Malin, Audun, Aleksander, Gard, Oddis, and Martin. Picture from fattysunroad.com.

Fatty Sunroad will do the warm up show. Bitches be crazy! Fatty Sunroad is a hard rock band localized in Volda, Norway, consisting of six strange people playing what themselves call “a musical soup with a mix of carnival attractions, punch-in-the-face attitude, and sexy under (and over) tones”(fattysunroad.com). You can read the rest of their bio here. Love & Light – Kriss.

TUNEZ TODAY: VITO/FATTY SUNROAD

Don’t watch, do something!

Skeleton Sea, in association with Quicksilver Foundation Europe, presented in 2011 the film Albatross Exhibitionist. All pictures in this post are downloaded from the project galleries on the The Quicksilver Initiative website.

“Inspired by the tragic story and images of Albatross chicks on Midway Island dying slow and agonizing deaths due to ingested plastics consumed in error by the seabirds…..”

Last year I was lucky to get the opportunity (for the first time ever) to do the voice-over on a short film titled “Albatross EXHIBITIONIST”. It was a great experience, and I thought I’d share some of it with you readers. I have to admit it felt extremely mad to hear my own voice on top of high quality surf shots of the legends Kelly Slater, Jeremy Flores, and Craig Anderson, -but pardon my poor and lousy English. The film was part of a an art project performed by a group of friends and surfers named Skeleton Sea, led and produced by Xandi Kreuzeder and Joao Parrinha. I got the job through Nico (my boyfriend) who was animating some Albatross-scenes for Xandi. The short documentary points out and underlines some of the terrible consequences of plastic pollutants in our oceans. Beautiful beaches and interesting wildlife – it is our responsibility to protect it.

“Midway Islands stands as a reminder to all of us, about the choices we make and our ability to see ourselves as a part of an interconnected whole. The Albatross is a mirror for us to look into and really see ourselves.” -Clever words of Ian Hinkle, cameraman and producer of Midway journey.

North in the middle of the Pacific Ocean you find Midway Island, or Midway Atoll as it’s also called, a breeding paradise for Albatrosses. For generations the majestic birds have been living there, circling the skies above the oceans. The last couple of years pollution has become a greater problem than ever before. A soup of small plastic particles, bottle tops, pens, tooth brushes,  lighters, and so on has already covered way too much of the surface of our beautiful planet. The trash is getting washed up on the beaches, and the birds mistake it for food. It breaks my heart to know that the small feathery creatures are starving and dying just because we humans are stupid, ignorant and lazy, and can’t manage to pic up and recycle our own garbage. Embarrassing. Do we not have the knowledge and technology? Mainly the surfers of Skeleton Sea have been cleaning the beaches and made creative artworks out of the materials they’ve recovered – before heading out catching waves. One day I want to do the same..! It might be childish and naive, but I still cling on to the hope of a cleaner and greener world for all of us. You wait and see!

Quicksilver Foundation is working to provide environmental, educational, health and youth-related projects to board-riding communities around the world. Thanks to the organization the Albatross Exhibitionist installation and film was on public display at a number of surf contests, exhibitions and events last year, starting at the world-famous Roxy Pro in Biarritz, France mid July 2011. You can read the whole article “Quicksilver Foundation & Skeleton Sea join forces” here, and find more information about the Foundation on “The Quicksilver & Roxy Initiative” website here. Peace, love & light, K.

Sea turtle ♥

Here he is, the coatless demon. 

Facts from Wikipedia: “Midway Atoll, in common with all the Hawaiian Islands, receives substantial amounts of marine debris from the Great Pacific Garbage Patch. Consisting of ninety percent plastic, this debris accumulates on the beaches of Midway. This garbage represents a hazard to the bird population of the island. Of the 1.5 million Laysan Albatrosses that inhabit Midway, nearly all are found to have plastic in their digestive system.^[21] Approximately one-third of the chicks die.^[22]“

TUNEZ TODAY: Santogold – You’ll Find A Way, L.E.S Artistes, Sbtrkt – Wildfire (feat. Little Dragon).

Turn over a new leaf

Due to an awful lot of stress, and horrible internet connection I haven’t had the patience to blog lately. But now I’m back, and there’s been a change in status; I’m finally on the move! The butterflies in my stomach have got an extra set of wings. My temper is jojo-ing like a roller coaster from calm and relaxed to hysterical and back, and recently I’ve become an check-list-maniac. Chronic absent-mindedness. Focus is this week’s goal. Monday, and my backpacker sack (I’ve finally found one!) must be inhabited, and ready for take off. First stop Volda, then Asker-Oslo. September 3rd the flight leaves 0755 from Gardermoen -> Heathrow -> Hong Kong -> BRISBANE. If I’d say that I’m anything else than euphoric, it would be a lie.

Third day of vacation. This week I find myself living in my family’s new house in Tomrefjorden, which is a little fjord below high mountains, far out on the Norwegian country side. Just had my grandmother over for a cup of coffee. Her visit did me good. Haven’t seen her beautiful face for a long, long time. She had so many clever words of wisdom to share. The last ten years I’ve been lost in a turmoil. She told me that it’s time for some action. A stern look she gave me. -You should NOT look back, she said. -Never!

She made me realize more than ever that life happens, now, as I’m writing these words. I have to gain control. Nobody will ever do it for me. Have to stop worrying ’bout other peoples opinions. I’m 22 years old, and up till now this has been a very tricky point for me to figure out. Been rooted to the spot. Haunted by ghosts from my previous life. Chapter closed. I’ll burn it all all down to ashes. Now is the time to die and start a new life. Metaphorically of course. Like the phoenix I will spread my wings and fly away. I’ll be the queen of my castle. I’ve finally gained the knowledge. Life goes on. I’ll keep her words close at heart. We sure cannot be all things to all men. I’m one step closer to Australia and Vietnam. One step closer to the person I wanna be. -Happy and free from misery! Big smile on my face today. I’ll share it with you guys. Love K.

A nimble mind. Wide awake. I gaze at the world as my feet take me further. 
Clearly, I can see now. One step, then two steps at the time. Free from the 
chains in my mind. One step closer. I can feel it now. Erasing all negativity. 
Fed up with this stupidity. Self loathing is a curse. Constantly looking back 
over my shoulder - just makes it worse. Heading now the opposite direction. 
Took me a time to understand. I see a new wave is coming ashore the land.

TUNEZ TODAY: Fiona Apple – Regret, Every Single Night, Daredevil, Hot Knife.