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Should’ve, would’ve, could’ve… It’s called freedom of choice for a reason. | Miss Ine's randomness
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Miss Ine's randomness. Do the ballerina pose! December 29, 2011 / Ine. Should’ve, would’ve, could’ve It’s called freedom of choice for a reason. I don't get it. It’s strange how people can get upset over a choice you make when it hurts nobody. That is, except their feelings. “Do this for us,” “do it for them,” or “do it for me.” Why do anything at all if you really don’t want to? It amazes me how people expect you to act all jolly and fine with being forced. That’s not how it work, is it? The bottom line...
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Everybody else | Miss Ine's randomness
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Miss Ine's randomness. Do the ballerina pose! I could call it a guestbook, but I won’t. Word-dumpster’s my word and I’m sticking with it! Now, write my little minions, write! Click to email (Opens in new window). Click to print (Opens in new window). Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window). Share on Facebook (Opens in new window). Click to share on Google (Opens in new window). Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Create a fr...
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Home | Miss Ine's randomness
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Miss Ine's randomness. Do the ballerina pose! August 10, 2011 / Ine. I have always believed that a home can be so many different things. It can be a sense of safety, a feeling or physical boundaries. It can be a person or a memory; nostalgia in itself may house many a drifting soul. I don’t necessarily believe that your home has to be one specific place. At least it’s a theory. The question becomes this: Why am I bringing it up? It’s the uncertainty and the lack of knowledge about the future. At the same...
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The return of the guest bed | Miss Ine's randomness
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Miss Ine's randomness. Do the ballerina pose! July 21, 2011 / Ine. The return of the guest bed. With all of my earthly possessions safely tucked into my father’s van I set sail for Norway yesterday. A journey that in the end took me almost twelve hours due to several detours along the way. The most beautiful thing we saw was still the ocean. I’m an ocean person, have I told you this? Guests comes along I have to give up the room and move into the study. By that, I am offend. When will my parents ...I hav...
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Randomness | Miss Ine's randomness
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Miss Ine's randomness. Do the ballerina pose! Click to email (Opens in new window). Click to print (Opens in new window). Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window). Share on Facebook (Opens in new window). Click to share on Google (Opens in new window). Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. Notify me of new comments via email. Sorry, your...
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You | Miss Ine's randomness
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Miss Ine's randomness. Do the ballerina pose! As old as you feel. A basic knowledge of the English language is preferred. I don’t know! I guess we’re all allowed our weaknesses. It’s good to have one. I bet you can think of something. What brought you here:. Beats me, but I’m curious to find out. You suddenly feel unexplainably compelled to share these things (and more) with me in the comment box below. Strange, huh? Click to email (Opens in new window). Click to print (Opens in new window). Age: Officia...
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It’s a matter of perspective | Miss Ine's randomness
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Miss Ine's randomness. Do the ballerina pose! July 17, 2011 / Ine. It’s a matter of perspective. Things that makes me sad. The way I see it there are only two reasons for packing:. 1 You’re going on holiday/going home from one. 2 You’re moving. The reason I mention my aversion towards the activity falls under the second. 8216;You no longer belong here.’. I hate packing; it’s just one of those things. Click to email (Opens in new window). Click to print (Opens in new window). Leave a Reply Cancel reply.
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Me | Miss Ine's randomness
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Miss Ine's randomness. Do the ballerina pose! Depends on the mood (everything from young and lively to old and grumpy). Norwegian, English, Danish and a little bit of German. Writing, drawing, watching movies, reading, listening to music, drink too much coffee, hang out with my friends. I despise them all. You’re born, shit happens and then you die. What brought me here:. Actually it’s more that I can’t stop writing. I’m just an ordinairy crazy person. Click to email (Opens in new window). Welcome to my ...
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All by myself | Miss Ine's randomness
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Miss Ine's randomness. Do the ballerina pose! September 25, 2011 / Ine. I don't get it. I spend most of my days in my own company. I’m not complaining, I’m just stating a fact. Being alone is usually considered a bad thing. They say people aren’t supposed to be alone, it’s not how we’re created. We flock together and being alone doesn’t seem natural to us. We often confuse being alone with. At least that’s what. I’ve heard people say that you learn most about yourself in the company of other people...
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Miss Ine's randomness. Do the ballerina pose! July 14, 2011 / Ine. The end of an era. It’s been six amazing years and I haven’t regretted one minute of it, but here is the end of an era, closing in on me so fast it makes my head spin. Were the years supposed to go by this fast? Was it all supposed to be so easy? Years later and more than one notebook filled and stored away on the bookshelf. So much you’ve learned, so many people you’ve met, so many years, so many heartaches. When did you change? We striv...