I know. I know.

My blog posts have started to detoriate ever since I came to UK. Partly, because my free time is limited, and partly because I want to govern my own and involved parties’ privacy. It was brought to my attention about a month ago that I had unknown readers here in Norwich as well, and because they are likely to see me hastily running from lecture to lecture or wandering dreamily around on a fine day such as today — they might recognize me. They might know the people I interact with, and because I don’t want to disrespect my people’s privacy, I’d rather not have gossip spawn. I’d love to talk about the bonds I make here, all my thoughts and feelings on any topic that might have caught my attention at the moment — but alas it would be challenging without risking exposing people who would like their privacy to stay private. I could write in Norwegian, but I know some have used Google Translate to decipher some of the content here, and though it cannot possibly translate completely, they will be able to pick up on something.

You know how I said in a post during summer that I don’t acticely search for love? That I believe it comes to you when it sees fit?

I don’t worry about not having a boyfriend, I don’t worry about not having someone to be with, and I definitely don’t search for love. I live in this fairy tale where believe I don’t have to actively go out and look for a guy, he and I will bump into each other someday suddenly — and then we’ll ignite a spark, and perhaps create some history together. I believe love will come to me when it sees fit. What’s the rush? Perhaps I’m just cluelessly romantic and don’t want to believe in reality, but hey, let me live my fairy tale.

Clearly, I’m in need of some love, 26th July 2009
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Well, my patience might have paid off. So suddenly, after several years of blissfull ignorance. I see more clearly now, I’m not in a daze that confuses me and makes me cause other people pain. This time, I might be the recipient of that very pain. But I’m aware, and I think I’m prepared; so bring it on.

Patience is a virtue, whatever you say Kings.

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(In editing)
A feathery touch,
That tingling sensation —
Of consuming too much
Of sense’s declaration.

A path was trailed
Through land unknown —
Though past have failed,
This One has grown.

24.11.2009

This is a true progress.

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