Toyota Life 2.0 l TDi

Life is like cars. You got these exiting cars with 4.2 l V12’s, you got these crappy cars with 1.6 l V4 and you got these ordinary 2.0 l V4.

It’s no doubt where the Ferrari and Masserati goes, the most exiting cars are really fun to drive, but maintenance and driving cost are really high, and everything you do is being watched closer upon then the ordinary cars. You get judged, there’s the: “Ah, he’s probably compensating for something else “ha-ha…”” and it’s the: “Wow! That guy’s must be cooool!” But in the end, you’ll never find a 30 year old Ferrari, or at least one that’s not a wreck…

Let’s talk about the Peugeot 206 for a second, with 1.4 l engines, it’s not quite the racer, but there are still some people that buy it and tell them self that they’re happy, when they’re actually devastated that they can’t go faster then 80MPH. Many people are worried to, that some day you might brake down. The most of the people living the Peugeot 206 life isn’t the looker either. Most of them have let them self go and they rust really quickly. Once you damage the car, it’s often beyond fixable. But there are exceptions… For example the Mazda miata, it doesn’t have a really big engine, but the weight distribution makes it go like hell. If you find these babies, you are one of the luckiest persons in the world.

And of course, there’s the Volvo V70 life. You can’t really go wrong with this one. Its stability is just something that the exiting cars and boring cars can dream of, and nobody really cares about you. But every once in a while, you stumble across a bump and the car is broken, but nothing unfixable. But sometimes, the Volvo V70 owner wishes he had a V70R. But as soon as he tries the V70R, he realizes that he was happier with the V70. These cars can go for ages, but slowly rust.

But of course, you got these unique cars. Like the Bugatti’s, Maybachs etc. These are the special cars. You won’t don’t see them often, but they are there, and sometimes you don’t even notice them. They just pass trough your life in a flash.

Gangsterville

Dear diary. (Yeah I know, you’re not my diary (Yeah, I also know that diaries don’t talk back))

Dear diary. I want to talk about nothing. And the masters behind doin’ nothing. Where I live, there’s these “thugs”. Sadly, I went to the same class with many of them. They don’t really contribute to society besides of buying expensive (ugly?) clothes. They walk around like they’re lions in their prime. But it looks so idiotic that they really look like 7 monkeys with sun-glasses and Adidas clothes. They also think all the chicks are naturally in to them. But it’s kinda funny seeing the girls laughing at them as soon as they pass them.

I was walking from the bus-stop after a long Kung-fu practice, and I spotted three of them hanging at the corner of Rimi (Norway’s answer for K-Mart). There they stood, 3 legally adults, they can now buy their own cigarettes, beer, x-rated movies and even drive cars. But instead, they stood there, giving people the ugly-eye. They want to scare us, you know… They want you to be afraid of them. But me? I really don’t care. I had been training for two and a half hour, I just wanted to get home and get something to eat. I decided to just walk right past them. As I walked past them, I couldn’t NOT notice that at least one of them (but I really hope all of them) was wearing just a tad (sarcastic) to much cologne. Jeez. I know that I don’t smell like a flower, but I know I don’t smell like a football-pub for 50 year old divorced men… I wonder what the hell the cologne company was thinking when they made that fragrance. “Gee… Let’s take the smell from the ashtray, mix it with some of that green stuff behind the fridge, boil it down and sell it to 18 year old boys!” Touché Hugo… I’ll get you one day.

I’m sorry, I am definitely not the person that uses to criticise people for their clothes. I really don’t care about clothes, as long as I cover my privates, I’m happy. But WTF!! What the hell are you wearing, thugster? You know… with that Adidas training pants pulled up to your bellybutton, you should probably consider an appointment with a doctor about that testicle of yours… It really can’t be safe to pull your pants so high that your testicles are screaming: “Aaaah, it’s like being in a vice!!” And no… Buying a small sweater does not make you stronger. I think they’re going for the “high and strong” type of guy. But the small sweater just makes you look like you’ve been wearing the same sweater since you was 6 year old…

Get a grip guys. The days of not caring and not contributing are over, in a few years your parents will kick you out. And sadly as it is, the odd cologne, long pants and small sized sweaters will not help you, unless you intend to make money, displaying yourself as “the funny smelling long legged man”.

Stu…

The End

I hate "the end".

It really marks the end, but at the same time it the beginning of something else. So, if the end starts off something else, it's really not the end, is it? Why do they call it the end then? I have just proven that it's not really the end, it's just a mid-section. Why don't they call it "The pause"?

Definition of false advertisement: Saying that you will get something, then just giving you some other crap. So… What to do now? You just been told that the movie you have been watching for the last 2hour is over, “THE END”. One year later, you find yourself reading trough the cast of the sequel. “Cool, Danny De Vito is in it!” There might be one or two famous rappers in it too. By now, you know this‘s just a lousy spin off to make money off the good name of the first one.

Now… Think back. What did the first movie say? “The end”. “WTF” you think. “Where’s my money?” It did say “The end?” Why the hell is there a sequel? Did I just pay for seeing a half movie here? Just because you add numbers to it, doesn’t mean that it’s a completely new movie and plot, it never is. Did Terminator 2 turn into a Drama-comedy? Did Rambo 2 turn in to a love-story? It’s the same thing, just with new faces.

How would you like it, if you just got out from a 14hour long surgery, then the doctors tell you: “Ah that was just half of it, wait 2sec and we’ll prep you up for another 16hours of fun".

There are these fake "the ends.” Like the last Matrix.
“Man that was the last one, leave Matrix alone!” you’re thinking.
No! Matrix didn’t end! It started IT! Tons of movies passing through the Hollywood blockbuster filter were filled with stuff stolen from Matrix! “Yeah! Let’s do one of these slow motion jump kick! It’s gonna be awesome!” they’re thinking. NOOoooooo is what I’m thinking! Matrix spun a wheel that’s still spinning today. Everyone is trying to rip off the special effects. The end? Hell no!

Hollywood: Stop using “the end” unless you mean it! Or give us, faithful movie watchers a refund or at least a half-off coupon! Don’t say it’s the end, and publish some table scraps two year later after the DVD-sales have gone down!

So, next time I see a “the end”. I’m taking everyone I know to town to celebrate a great movie, and an end of an era. And if you decide to make a sequel, I know who I’m gonna see about that bar-tab of mine…

The end…

Orange and Kiwis

I went out to buy some fruit. The local groccerystore is'nt exactly "the big cheese" when it comes to fruit, it does however, have the eccencial, ORANGES! Filled with vitamin C, it's one of the top5 in my fruit list.
I looked around for a second fruit, and it came down to apples or kiwi. I felt kinda "dangerous" today, so I picked out three delicious kiwis, with my extraordinary ripe-kiwi-sensing skills, wich is kinda at the same level as my "kicking a ball 1km skill" (No... It does not exist)

But to the point... Is'nt it typical, when you see a basket of fruit, there are always the bad fruit left (is there really any GOOD fruit?). All of the fruit got some strange spots on them, colors from green, brown and in some case, blue... Then all the sudden, you see one! THE one! You throw your pale hands at it, and pick it up like it was gold. You examin it closer, THEN you spot the crap. Some evil person had planted it there with the beutiful side up, and the evil down. Of course, you want to put it back, but all the commotion have attracted the attention of a older lady, and she follows your every move. At this point, you can't put the fruit back!(?) It's just plain disgusting in the old lady's eyes. So, you swallow you'r pride and put it in the bag...

Typical? Uh-ha!



^^ Damn skippy!

My first blog!

Yes... This is where hell breaks loose! Saddle up, faster ye'r seatbelts, hold on to your hats, get ready to rumble, etc.

Yaaah... Nothing to report really. I'm supposed to study for my oral exam in history tomorrow, but as usual, instead of studying, I'm stuck in front of the computer doing some useless stuff...

I will tell you what I have planned for this blog. This won't be a newsfeed, neither will it be a storytelling blog. It will, as thousands of others, be like a diary. But the main difference, I think, is that this one will talk about the truth! Not the "Did MJ do it"-truth, but the "What does youth go through theese days"-truth. I am though, just ONE norwegian boy, and please! don't think every sumac norwegian boys goes around and does like me. I really think no norwegian boys really do (Sadly).

Just hang in there for me, I will try to update this crap as often as a manage, but still... I'm just one man!

And no... I won't be telling so much about myself, I hope you will pick this up later, as the Blog grows! Bookmark this page, or just close it, it's up to you. This page was'nt created for anyone, this is for me. :)