Montanius Tino
mandag 18. oktober 2010
Taken
I was short for my age, though not particularly skinny. That was soon to change. My abductor was italian, but sometimes spoke in english as well. Before I was taken I'd never heard italian, so I nevr knew for sure that that was what he spoke. As I could understand the odd word of his english, I just figured I didn't speak english very well. Which was true of course, I only knew some because I kept asking anyone who would answer what different words meant. People soon got fed up, so I stopped asking. I'd always been good with languages though, and was one of the first in our class to crack the reading code when we got our first proper reading book. However, I didn't understand what a man who didn't speak norwegian was doing in Norway. At least I don't think he understood, he never answered me in a language I understood, norwegian being the only one of course.
I was reported missing the very same day. The police, and later volunteers searched the entire forest by my school. I sometimes used to walk through it on my way home if I wasn't in a rush. Which I certainly wasn't that day. It was 20 june 1997, and I'd just finished the last day of school before summer. I sometimes wonder how things would have turned out if I hadn't walked through the forest that day. There was no point searching the forest of course. By the time I was reported missing I were nowhere near that forest, although I cannot know that for sure, me being unconscious at the time, but I was either in the back of a van or locked up in a basement somewhere. A basement I would be stuck in for the next 3 months. I only know about the van because I was still conscious when he put me in the back of it. I distinctly remember a needle, but that is all. Next thing I know I'm in a dark basement, having no idea how far we'd driven or where we were. Not that it would have made a difference knowing how far we'd gone, I never was very good with geography and never paid attention when we were driving anywhere, so I probably wouldn't have been able to guess where we'd ended up.
The first couple of days I was sure I'd be rescued. After all, every child ever kidnapped on TV was rescued by a team of very clever FBI agents. Usually one of them would be a pretty woman. Later I was not so sure. I soon lost track of what day it was or how long I'd been there. In the beginning I'd get 3 meals a day. Usually bread with cheese. I never really liked cheese, but soon learned to eat it, otherwise I'd get a beating. Some days I had to go without food. On days like these I'd fill up on water, although that meant I'd be constantly running to the toilet. However that was better than feeling comletly empty. I'd often fall asleep from exhaustion, and I'd sometimes think about my little brother. He was only 3 year old when I was taken, and I wondered if he'd remember me. I was never worried about my parents forgetting me. 'Cause adults don't forget people as fast as children do. At least that's what I thought.
onsdag 1. september 2010
Weird films
onsdag 28. juli 2010
Også kom storken...
Selvfølgelig er det unntak, noen takler det å bli foreldre som ung veldig bra, men er det egentlig noe å trakte etter? Det går ann å vente et par år...
No entendiendo
tirsdag 1. juni 2010
I want to scream!
mandag 29. mars 2010
mandag 22. februar 2010
Just dive
No need to come back, free like a bird
It's just one of those days
lørdag 20. februar 2010
søndag 17. januar 2010
Just beat it
But if it happened more than 6 months ago, there's no point crying yourself to sleep.
So why then, can I not let it go?
mandag 4. januar 2010
Barbie's full name is Barbara Millicent Roberts
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- Verdens korteste krig varte i 38 minutter
- En kakerlakk kan leve opptil 9 dager uten hode sitt
- Elvis var naturlig blond
- Griser svetter ikke
- Ketshup ble solgt som medisin i 1830 årene
Flere artige men unyttige fakta finner du her
torsdag 31. desember 2009
Lay your hands on me
1.Put Your iTunes, iPod or media library on shuffle
2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.
3. You must write down the name of the song no matter how silly it sounds!
4. Put any comments in brackets after the song name.
5. Tag at least 10 friends.
6. Anyone tagged has to do the same, because fun pointlessness spreads like a virus.
If someone says, “Is this okay?” You say?
Illegal
How would you describe yourself?
Don't go knockin' on my door (lol)
What do you like in a guy/girl?
Let love lead the way
How do you feel today?
You're the storm
What is your life’s purpose?
Who do you think you are
What's your motto?
Down the street to 301
What do your friends think of you?
Open your heart
What do you think of your parents?
Daddy's car
What do you think about very often?
Bottle of jesus (ehm, okay.....)
What is 2 + 2?
Contagious
What do you think of your best friend?
Round round (???)
What do you think of the person you like?
Valerie (once again: ???)
What is your life story?
Just friends
What do you want to be when you grow up?
Love comes (???)
What do you think of when you see the person you like?
Luther played the boogie (haha)
What will you dance to at your wedding?
If I don't have you
What will they play at your funeral?
Hodet over vannet (Head above water)
What is your hobby/interest?
2 become 1
What is your biggest fear?
Sunshine (or not)
What is your biggest secret?
Whose bed have your boots been under? (not quite)
What do you think of your friends?
When Susannah cries
What will you post this as?
Lay your hands on me
lørdag 19. desember 2009
Just in case liksom
The plastics have come to town
lørdag 12. desember 2009
You know you're in Norfolk when...
- ...there are more speed cameras than anywhere else in the country
- ...you get overtaken in the 30mph-zone
- ...you're almost the only one using the car's indicators
- ...people drive in 60mph on tiny roads with no clear sight around the corner and there is not enough space to meet another car
- ...you are about the only one not speeding
- ...you can't understand what half the people say because they're mumbling
- ...there's a Tesco around every corner
Some road observations:
- About half the cars to overtake you are black
- The only cars you driving slower than you are lorries or driven by people talking on the phone, lighting a cigarette or people over 60 years old
- Some people drive in 40mph in the 60-zone and 60mph in the 40-zone....
I've been to Fakenham, and I love everything except the other drivers.
lørdag 17. oktober 2009
Å reise
fredag 9. oktober 2009
Long time, no see
Jeg har lært at London, Heathrow er en fantastisk kjedelig flyplass. Jeg tilbrakte nemlig 6(!) timer der da jeg skulle tilbake til Aber. Grunnen til bloggpausen er i hovedsak mangel på internett, innflytting og registrering. Også har jeg kjøpt bil :) Får ikke hente den før forsikringen går i orden, men det blir ikke lenge til, men først skal vi gjøre byen utrygg. Snakkes...
mandag 21. september 2009
...
onsdag 16. september 2009
Svimmel
tirsdag 15. september 2009
Karbonadedamen
Karbonadedamen: -Mamma, kan ikke du kjøpe en pepsi til meg?
Se for deg en femåring som syter, og så ser du for deg en voksen dame som gjør det samme. Ikke veldig sjarmerende...
I dag serveres det fisk på Jøldalshytta. Karbonadedamen spiser ikke fisk. Kokken må lage karbonader. Karbonadedamen får karbonader, hjemmelagde fancy karbonader. Hun vil ha ketchup
mandag 14. september 2009
I'm back
- Opplevd kulde type dongeribukse-under-joggebukse-og-t-skjorte-under fleece-under-hettegenser-kaldt
- Besteget Trollhetta
- Vært med og satt ut garn
- Gjort opp fisk
- Opplevd at tiden går fort samtidig som den går sakte
- Møtt Karbonadedamen (mer senere)
- Stoppet i rutinekontroll av politiet. Null i promille selvsagt ;)
- Opplevd å få besøk av traktor kl 23:50
- Trent til jeg ble svimmel
- Tegnet en stygg hest
- Lært nye uttrykk som;
-Hurtiggrøting
-Kongrokailln (aka spiderman)
-Persille=golfbanestrø
- Funnet skilt til "Fjellheim"
- Fulgt skiltet mot "Fjellheim"
- Lest en barnebok kalt "Uglen som var redd for mørket" av Jill Tomlinson
- Besteget Geithetta
- Snakket engelsk med en spanjol
- Lest Harry Potter bok 3-6
- Falt ned trappa
søndag 16. august 2009
See you later
Snakkes.
lørdag 15. august 2009
Gullkorn fra Ikea
En gutt står og ser på noen mindre pene stoltrekk til jentas(kjæresten?) store misnøye.
G: Disse var jo fine!?
J:Mhm, men da må du finne matchende gardiner også...
Lettere fortvilt. G: Hvorfor sier du sånt???
Jeg tror ikke jenta likte de stoltrekkene jeg.
To kompiser var og kjøpte ting til han enes leilighet.
G1: Har du tatt mål da?
G2: Nei (ganske raskt, som om det var det dummeste han hadde hørt), tar det på øyemål...
Forøvrig så har jeg kjøpt planlegger og Comso i dag, også blir det Harry Potter for andre gang i kveld, så da er man fornøyd :)
tirsdag 11. august 2009
Når skoen ikke passer...
Har i løpet av de siste dagene vært innom alle skobutikkene i Trondheim. Må nemlig ha sorte sko som er gode å gå i til jeg skal jobbe på Jøldalshytta senere i sommer. Utrolig nok fant jeg ikke ett eneste par som var passe, gode og gå i og som ikke kostet en formue på hverken første eller andre forsøk. Fant heldigvis ett stygt par (jeg er vel antagligvis den eneste som synes det, jeg liker ikke sko) som får gjøre nytten.
Det lønner seg visst å ha mikroskopiske eller gigantiske føtter når man skal kjøpe (billige) sko.
Jeg HATER skoshopping!
søndag 9. august 2009
Fakta om isbjørnen og Pan redder gutten
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Pan redder gutten
(egentlig en tegneserie)
Han gikk over isen og plutselig skjer det noe.
Han faller i vannet.
Pan hører ropet.
Han prøver å komme op på et isflak.
Pan får Syver opp på isen. Så springer Pan etter hjelp.
Pan tar og henter tante. Hun henter en mann med et pledd.
Fem dager etter dør Pan.
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Fakta om Isbjørnen
De fleste isbjørner lever alene og vandrer over snø og isflak på utkikk etter mat. Det de spiser mest av er sel. Selen har laget et pustehull i isen. Isbjørnen venter ved hullet og fanger selen når den dukker opp for å få luft. Isbjørnen er fullstendig dekket av en hvit pels som gjør at den ikker er så lett å få øye på mot isen og snøen. Isbjørnen har pels under potene. Da kan den gå eller løpe over snøen og isen uten å miste fotfestet når det er glatt. I november eller desember graver isbjørnhunnen et dypt hull i snøen. Det er hiet hennes. Etter en måned eller to føder hun to eller tre unger og de sover sammen med henne i hiet.
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onsdag 5. august 2009
Flauser
*På nyleid hytte. Mamma:" De har jo fuglepisker her også jo!". Jeg: "Ehm, fuglepisker?". M: Ja, oppå der" peker på veggen. J: "Du mener fluesmekker?"
*Mandy looking disgusted at her bread roll: what is this black thing? Me: Probably some stuff left from the oven. Mandy: Why has it been in the oven?..... Me: ehm, you don't want to eat dough though do you?
*Maddie: Wow, you have brainflakes...? Is that why you are so smart? Me: You mean branflakes.....?
*Mandy handing a ten pound note to the cashier (thinking it was her card): "can I have a ten pound cashback as well?
*Mandy: "I'm eating the ice" In response to a barlady asking if she had finished her baileys so she could take the glass away.
torsdag 30. juli 2009
Et tilbakeblikk
- I was dont on camp in year
- Mi broder was der too
- Rakesh is tidying his golw
- Why did the pilgrims leave England? They wanted to have a holiday(.....haha)
- Tara, Erika, Andrew and Rakech have found an old skatt. They take it to the mussem.
Husker du Regnereisen? Matematikkboka med Tom og Trulte? Da lærte vi pluss og sånt vet du. Det var før vi fikk bruke kalkulator, og jeg var kjempeflink i hoderegning (sistnevnte gikk forøvrig over). Også var det trekk strak fra prikk til prikk, Vi trener og Prøv deg. Det var så fint med matte på den tiden. Da fikk man klistremerke om man hadde alt riktig.
I tegneboken min var det mange tegninger av hester. Blandt annet et at meg og Sandeman som hopper et lite kryss. På tegningen hadde vi nettopp hoppet en mur som var mer enn dobbelt så stor som hesten....
Noen ganger så tenker jeg at alt var så mye emklere på barneskolen. Jeg er vel ikke den eneste.
onsdag 29. juli 2009
The attack of Sasha...
The woman suddenly smiled satisfyingly and turned to a blond girl: “you’re M right?”.
M turned to her and put on a confused look, “do I know you?”.
“Oh, I’m sorry, I haven’t introduced myself have I… laughs… my name is Sasha I’m your dad’s fiancé”
“Good for you, although, the ring will loose its shine”
“Well well, he told me you’d be a smartass, why don’t you just come with me”
“Well, the thing is you see, this is not a good time, if you haven’t noticed I’m in a lecture right now…”
“Oh, I’m sure your teacher won’t mind you skipping this one class, you have your dad’s permission you know”
“It hasn’t occurred to you has it, that maybe I don’t want to talk to you…? And after all, I don’t have a dad, not even on paper, only in the most biological sense.”
“You know that’s not true darling, your dad adores you, you know that”.
“Of course he does, in the most your-so-cute-I-must-kill-you kind of way”. M standing up now.
“Why don’t you just come with me and we’ll discuss this outside, huh?”
“You can go outside, I’m staying here”.
“Do I have to bring out my gun?”
Putting on a fake smile M replied: “Whatever makes you happy”
Sasha taken aback by this slowly pulls out her gun and put it in M’s direction. “You come with me or I’ll shoot you!” M makes her way towards Sasha trying not to step on too many of her classmates feet or fall over for that matter.
“Oh, you know that’d upset him don’t you” M replies sarcastically. “After all, he wants the pleasure of that himself, and you know, going against him on that is worse than working with the police to imprison him, so… I dare you!”
Sasha now sending M into the wall and putting the gun up in her face. “You are really annoying and slightly illusional aren’t you?” “Of course your dad’s not going to shoot you, we’re just going to ship you of to boarding school in Switzerland when we get married”:
“I see. He hasn’t told you has he? He has no obligations or rights when it comes to me, so that’s not necessary, and also, just so you know, you’re not going to get married, he’s going back to prison for a couple of years still, and at this rate you’re joining him love” M smiles.
“What do you mean I’m joining him? I’m just picking up his daughter…right?”
“Well, you know, the last time I checked, carrying a gun without a licence to do so was illegal…”
“But…”
“POLICE! DROP THE WEAPON!” Officer Jackson yelled as he entered the room with his team. “Step away from the girl and put the gun on the floor”.
“And what if I don’t?” Sasha asked, a bit startled and confused.
“Then we’d have to shoot you” Sasha hesitated for a minute, but slowly put the gun to the floor and stepped away from M, raising her hands for protection.
The next thing she knows, M is sinking to the floor, closing her eyes to try to calm herself. She can vaguely sense someone bending down towards her, “you okay?” M turning to look at her now, “yeah, I’m fine, I just need some air”.
tirsdag 28. juli 2009
Video Radio killed the radiostar
Dette skjer som oftest i følgende tilfeller:
- Du har kjøpt en cd av en artist du liker og det er ikke singelen som først kom på radio du liker best. Få uker senere er din favorittsang hele den radiohørende befolkningens favoritt og den spilles hele tiden.
- Sangen ble en stor hit da den kom ut, nå er det ytterst få som orker å høre på den lenger, men den spilles fortsatt like ofte.
- Du likte ikke sangen i utgangspunktet, det at den blir spilt 24/7 gjør ikke saken bedre
- Sangen var helt ok, så begynte du (og alle andre som hører på samme radiostasjon) å like den godt, resten kan du jo gjette deg til...
Radioen har blandt annet "drept" Love Story (Taylor Swift), She's so high (Kurt Nilsen) og er godt i gang med å drepe P!nk's Sober og Please don't leave me.
Jeg har hørt for mye på Nrj på jobb...
Hvilke sanger har radioen drept for deg?
lørdag 25. juli 2009
Virkelighetsnære drømmer
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Da jeg bodde i Aberystwyth hadde jeg en drøm som virket veldig realistisk. Jeg drømte at jeg var på rommet mitt i 5. etasje (som forøvrig ligger rett ved sjøen) og at sjøen hadde steget til rett under vinduet mitt. Dermed var det bare min etasje som ikke var påvirket. det kom noen forbi vinduet i båt og spurte om jeg trengte hjelp, men jeg sa at det gikk fint.
Da jeg våknet måtte jeg gå bort til vinduet og sjekke om det faktisk var en drøm eller ikke :)
Har du/dere hatt en slik drøm der du ikke visste om den var virkelig eller ikke?
lørdag 18. juli 2009
Ikke lenger tenåring
Da jeg var mindre husker jeg at jeg tenkte at de som var 19år de var voksne, men 20 var enda mer voksent. Nå når jeg har blitt 20 er det plutselig ikke så voksent lengre. Jeg er vel ikke voksen enda? Jeg er kanskje mer voksen enn mange på min alder, men jeg føler meg likevel ikke voksen.
Er det ikke rart hvordan man forandrer mening om en ting bare fordi man har blitt eldre?
torsdag 16. juli 2009
Nothing
But this is not the nothing of negation.
For not means other than, and other is merely a synonym of the ordinal numeral second.
As such it implies a first; while the present pure zero is prior to every first.
The nothing of negation is the nothing of death, which comes second to, or after, everything.
But this pure zero is the nothing of not having been born.
There is no individual thing, no compulsion, outward nor inward, no law.
It is the germinal nothing, in which the whole universe is involved or foreshadowed.
As such, it is absolutely undefined and unlimited possibility -- boundless possibility.
There is no compulsion and no law.
It is boundless freedom.
-Charles S. Peirce, "Logic of Events" (1898)
tirsdag 14. juli 2009
Folkeopplysning
Hver eneste gang jeg er ute og kjører så møter jeg en eller annen som ikke får til å bruke blinklysene. Kanskje er det uvitenhet (men da burde man vel strengt tatt ikke hatt lappen), men mest av alt er det latskap. Blinklysene skal brukes for å indikere til andre sjåfører (og gående som skjønner dette med blinklys) om hvor man har tenkt seg. Det spiller ingen rolle om det er i et kryss eller en rundkjøring. Kan til nød forstå at folk ikke gidder å blinke om det er påbudt sving til for eksempel høyre, men det gjør ingen skade heller. Det er bedre å blinke en gang for mye enn en gang for lite, om ikke annet lar du andre sjåfører vite at du har tenkt å gjøre noe attet enn å følge veien rett frem.
Spesielt i rundkjøringene er folk sløve. Man skal blinke seg ut av rundkjøringene. Dette er for å la andre sjåfører vite at du har tenkt å svinge deg ut, slik at de blir gjort oppmerksomme på det. Det samme gjelder feltskifte, spesielt på motorvei. Skal du skifte felt setter man på blinklys. Det å ikke bruke blinklys er både trafikkfarlig og hindrer trafikkflyten.
Bruk blinklys! Og husk; dine medtraffikkanter er ikke synske.