tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29777515336630234922024-03-12T20:58:44.098-07:00We're Meant to SparkleMichelle (Lunde)http://www.blogger.com/profile/05182748046760641649noreply@blogger.comBlogger30125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2977751533663023492.post-44607423796512143382011-03-01T01:05:00.000-08:002011-03-01T04:57:41.034-08:00Spring is definitely on it's way. Just check out these neon details from LWF:<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-I2zXUEsrOVM/TWy2rFh9p_I/AAAAAAAAAOg/-lGna2ny07U/s1600/blog%25287%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="425" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-I2zXUEsrOVM/TWy2rFh9p_I/AAAAAAAAAOg/-lGna2ny07U/s640/blog%25287%2529.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>Michelle (Lunde)http://www.blogger.com/profile/05182748046760641649noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2977751533663023492.post-109044351712353162011-02-25T03:28:00.000-08:002011-03-01T05:01:53.290-08:00Just a little more fashion spam for you. Again it's the french blogger <a href="http://www.befrassy.com/">Frassy</a>. I am in love with her original style and eagerness to stand out. Even going for a coffee run she makes an effort to dress up. Gotta love her.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IQEFCZshzDA/TWeSS1xeNRI/AAAAAAAAAOE/rzcaBn7NaH0/s1600/blog%25286%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IQEFCZshzDA/TWeSS1xeNRI/AAAAAAAAAOE/rzcaBn7NaH0/s640/blog%25286%2529.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>Michelle (Lunde)http://www.blogger.com/profile/05182748046760641649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2977751533663023492.post-23813673199840981822011-02-25T03:15:00.000-08:002011-03-01T05:02:17.082-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XEN73BGkgUg/TWeNz-DzUYI/AAAAAAAAANw/pD8-GVqiFrY/s1600/blog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="638" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XEN73BGkgUg/TWeNz-DzUYI/AAAAAAAAANw/pD8-GVqiFrY/s640/blog.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">These French beauties just popped up on my dash. It's the three fashion bloggers <a href="http://www.befrassy.com/">Frassy</a>, <a href="http://kenzasmg.blogspot.com/">Kenza</a> and <a href="http://www.killingmoonconfused.blogspot.com/">Margaux</a>. Love each of their styles. So chic!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Michelle (Lunde)http://www.blogger.com/profile/05182748046760641649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2977751533663023492.post-62420124184221930712011-02-24T04:06:00.000-08:002011-02-27T13:23:52.629-08:00Back?Wow, okay. So I'm going to make another try actually writing and updating this blog. Starting later today! I've got new DIY projects going on, pictures form parties to show you, outfit post and what not, and I can't wait to show it all to you.<br />
<div>My senior year is slowly coming to an end and I feel like I'm finally going to start living my life and I want to share it with you guys. I hope you are just as excited as I am to get this journey going again.</div><div><br />
</div><div>xxoo,</div>Michelle (Lunde)http://www.blogger.com/profile/05182748046760641649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2977751533663023492.post-36977736497564613372010-09-20T10:30:00.000-07:002011-03-01T05:02:33.731-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xjDhcaTIybg/TJeZLJXe7bI/AAAAAAAAANg/ecEVA_8BBFU/s1600/Look+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="473" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xjDhcaTIybg/TJeZLJXe7bI/AAAAAAAAANg/ecEVA_8BBFU/s640/Look+1.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">I’m so confused I hardly know how to live. My head is spinning and every thought possible is running through. I’m almost getting dizy. I’m caught in a web that I created all on my own, of thoughts and wonderings I never let loose. Now it’s making me confused. So confused. I can’t focus on anything; I can’t focus on school, I can’t focus on my friends, I can’t focus on myself. How did I get here? How did I get so fucked up twisted? This was never me. This was never what I wanted. I tried to mind my own buisness, but you can’t keep the past away for forever. I guess in my case the past just caught up with me so much faster. Will it ever end? I’m trying to look ahead, trying to find light in this endless darkness. It’s hard when all you see is a black hole. It doesn’t even consume. It has consumed me and now it’s forcing every thought I’ve ever had down upon me. That’s how it feels. How can I make it go away? I really try. Why can’t I just be normal? Why me? Why me! All my life I just wanted to be happy. I wanted to get good grades. To make a life that would satisfy all my superficial needs, just like anyone else. But now I’m forced to go through shit. I’ll come out stronger, wiser - better. But if I didn’t know better I wouldn’t want that. I’d prefer it the other way.</span></div>Michelle (Lunde)http://www.blogger.com/profile/05182748046760641649noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2977751533663023492.post-40905227661523399182010-09-16T22:05:00.000-07:002011-03-01T05:02:54.810-08:00nyfw-streetstyleWow, it's been a looong time since I last posted anything - this past month has been kind of crazy for me.<br />
I'll try to get back to posting more frequently...<br />
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For now I wanted to share with you some of my favorite street styles from New York Fashion Week;<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xjDhcaTIybg/TJL1mkrkmCI/AAAAAAAAANQ/ulGymyDRDak/s1600/NYFW+-+Street+Style+(2).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xjDhcaTIybg/TJL1mkrkmCI/AAAAAAAAANQ/ulGymyDRDak/s640/NYFW+-+Street+Style+(2).jpg" width="512" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This look I really like; it's not too flashy or anything, but it definitely stands a bit out with the asymetric dress. And, to me at least, the color combinaition is amazing.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xjDhcaTIybg/TJL1lkrvkOI/AAAAAAAAANI/8o_H1wGOvFg/s1600/NYFW+-+Street+Style+(1).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xjDhcaTIybg/TJL1lkrvkOI/AAAAAAAAANI/8o_H1wGOvFg/s640/NYFW+-+Street+Style+(1).jpg" width="512" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;">This one is so beautiful, I think. There's something old-fashion and fabulous about. You can really tell that this is a look that has been though about; right down to the matching shoes and glove/ wrap-thingy.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xjDhcaTIybg/TJL1nxu4h5I/AAAAAAAAANY/wsmC5vQ3qFA/s1600/NYFW+-+Street+Style+(3).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xjDhcaTIybg/TJL1nxu4h5I/AAAAAAAAANY/wsmC5vQ3qFA/s640/NYFW+-+Street+Style+(3).jpg" width="512" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">So there is really nothing extraordinaire about this, but I had to include it as it is very "me". Don't be surprised if you see me walking down the streets wearing something similar to that ;)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div>Michelle (Lunde)http://www.blogger.com/profile/05182748046760641649noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2977751533663023492.post-64476231945024290122010-08-21T09:39:00.000-07:002011-03-01T05:03:36.082-08:00justalittlebitofhistoryrepeating<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xjDhcaTIybg/TG_-fnY41EI/AAAAAAAAAMw/V_UcuAR-Uu0/s1600/4664_1136290096405_1501938512_324321_7031180_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="425" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xjDhcaTIybg/TG_-fnY41EI/AAAAAAAAAMw/V_UcuAR-Uu0/s640/4664_1136290096405_1501938512_324321_7031180_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">i don't tell anyone about my life, about me, my secrets. because i don't want people to know, yet i tell you about my secrets, my problems, my life because i trust you. only do i find out that you go around spilling everything i ever told. realized that though you were my closest friend i meant little to you. my back stains with blood from the knife you threw in my back. you used me, i was the main character in the game you play.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">i know that i have to let our friendship go, leave you behind in the web of lies that you spin. but it's easier said than done.</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">note: pictures are not of me, but they are pictures that i have taken of others - of course used with their permission</span></i></div>Michelle (Lunde)http://www.blogger.com/profile/05182748046760641649noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2977751533663023492.post-33578095694632049892010-08-18T05:58:00.000-07:002010-08-22T12:11:44.405-07:00180810<div style="text-align: justify;">Today I came across a site with a woman who claims that she will do anything that we (everyone else) are too scared to do. Seems cool, huh?</div><div style="text-align: justify;">But as I scrolled to the many (read: endless) pages of blogging only very few had anything to do with what she pronounces as the reason for her blog. At least in my oppinion. So, in very basics it's all about a little thing called following through.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">At first I got a little offended on the behalf of us bloggers. But then an even more scary thought came to my mind; what if, like most other projects that is started, this is just another one to fail.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The last thought, as already said, scared me more than anything else. In this post-moderne society that we live in, more and more projects are left behind, given up on etc. It seems as if no one knows how to finish anything (me included) anymore. I can help but wonder; are we just too restless? Is it the constant search for something new and exciting that leaves us jumping from project to project, person to person? Or is it that everyone around us has demanded of us to be flexible and ready to embrace changes that we are no longer able to stick to a project. Well, maybe the poor woman just ran out of ideas..</div>Michelle (Lunde)http://www.blogger.com/profile/05182748046760641649noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2977751533663023492.post-49983149538103033822010-08-13T07:05:00.001-07:002010-08-23T04:08:49.756-07:00youwerethefirsttomakemefeelbeautiful.<div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"> </span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">Look at you. You're young. You're scared.<o:p></o:p></span></div></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">Why are you so scared? Stop being paralyzed. Stop swallowing your words. Stop caring about what other people think. Wear what you want. Say what you want. Listen to the music <i>you </i>want to listen to. Play it loud as fudge and dance to it. Go out for a drive at midnight and forget you have school the next day. Stop waiting for Friday. Live now. Do it<i> now. </i>Take risks. Tell secrets. This life is yours.<o:p></o:p></span></div></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">When are you going to realize that you can do whatever you want?</span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><o:p></o:p></span></div></div>Michelle (Lunde)http://www.blogger.com/profile/05182748046760641649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2977751533663023492.post-57847488994430742052010-06-18T11:59:00.000-07:002011-03-01T05:04:28.523-08:00Gaga-mania<div>So obviously my life is vey boring at the moment, since I'm only writing about pretty much anything <i>but</i> my own life.</div><div><br />
</div><div>Well today's post is about Lady Gaga. Or more specific the Lady Gaga style. Maybe I'm wrong, but it seems as if everywhere I look Lady Gaga is taking over the stage of music. Both Beyonce ('Telephone' and 'Video Phone' - where Lady Gaga it really only written as "feat" so shouldn't it be B's style and not Lady Gaga's??) and now Christina Aguilera (with 'Not Myself Tonight') tend to do looks and videos in the Lady Gaga style. I guess, there's really nothing wrong with doing that, but especially Beyoncé bugs me, as a style like that isn't nowhere close to how she used to be - ever!<br />
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Also I like Lady Gaga because of her originality. Or maybe I should say that I respect her - because let's face it: not everything she has done is equally good. Like 'Let's Dance'; not really my favorite. But even when I really don't like her, I still respect her for having the guts to stand out in the crowd and be different. Like Madonna or Michael Jackson before her (some of you who are not Lady Gaga fans might get mad at me for comparing her to such great artists, but please bare with me).<br />
And now that special thing about Lady Gaga seems to go missing - to me at least - when other people become almost identical with her. That's a shame, I think, and it's too bad for Lady Gaga because she can't really help it..<br />
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Well, I'm not going to say more now. You can judge for yourself:<br />
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Men. Starter på endnu et gør-det-selv projekt idag; et par bukser. Mere om det senere<br />
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<i>ENGLISH: I've fallen in love with a Chanel glove that I simply can't live without. Unfortunately I will have to try, as I'll probably never own it.</i><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"> Anyway, I'm starting another DIY project aswell; a pair of jeans - more about that soon. For now, just admire the glove.. ;)</span><br />
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</i>Michelle (Lunde)http://www.blogger.com/profile/05182748046760641649noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2977751533663023492.post-65671423529058646542010-06-13T12:23:00.000-07:002011-03-01T05:05:15.659-08:00Knitting is the thing, you know.I learned how to knit today! I know, not really that exciting, but I'm just a little proud. I have to brag a little more; I learned it in about a half hour. The tip of my one finger is a bit soar as I have pushed it against the knitting pen A LOT. Anyway-sss, the reason why I wanted to learn to knit is that I have fallen in love with a sort of furry spiderweb-y Rodarte sweater, and since I'll never be able to actually afford one, I thought "why not try and make it myself". So that'll be my summer project - since I'm not doing anything this summer but work.<br />
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Men, men, men; en kommentar i mit sidste indlæg skrevet af en meget kløgtig fyr, fik mig til at tænke ydermere omkring den her stigende materialisme, som er foregået de senere år. At vi skal have det nyeste, det bedste.. og måske også nogen gange det dyreste. Bare så vi kan blære os lidt for vores naboer og venner; "Jep, det er den nye Weber grill," siger man stolt og tilføjer derefter meget afslappet: "Ja altså den kostede jo der omkring de 10.000 kr. men hva' fanden, man skal vel have det bedste."<br />
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Selv jeg, som påstår, at være en rigtig livsnyder, synes jeg da ikke, at der findes noget meget bedre end at hive de der nye sko ud af skotøjsæsken for allerførste gang - eller bare den lille glæde man får når kortet kører gennem maskinen og man ved, at nu er de sko eller den trøje ens egen. Kald mig bare shopaholic, materialist eller addicted og smid mig ned på den nærmeste afvænningsklinik. Men jeg selv påstår, at man godt kan være begge dele..<br />
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<div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Times;"><i>ENGLISH: I </i><i>very much consider buying a new cell phone, actually. Right now it’s going to be a LG Viewty GT400. Very beautiful, very cool, but if I buy it or not is yet to be found out.</i><i><o:p></o:p></i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i><br />
</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Times;"><i>But but but; a comment in my latest post written by a very smart guy had me thinking more about this rising materialism that we tend to see in the society the past decade or so. That we have to have the newest, the best – sometimes maybe even the most expensive. Just so we can show of for our neighbors and friends: “Yeah, that is the new Weber grill,” you say with pride, then add a little more casual, “Well, it cost about 10.000 DKR but what the heck, you gotta have the best right?”</i><i><o:p></o:p></i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i><br />
</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Times;"><i>Even I, who claim to be a real enjoyer of life, don’t find many things much better than pulling those new shoes out of their box for the first time – or the little joy you feel when you’ve bought those shoes or that dress and know that now it is yours. Call me a shopaholic, a materialist or addicted and throw me down to the nearest rehab clinic. But I, myself claim that you can be both.</i></span></div>Michelle (Lunde)http://www.blogger.com/profile/05182748046760641649noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2977751533663023492.post-19165320520431365842010-06-07T12:33:00.000-07:002010-06-15T01:00:59.324-07:00Are the Danish population really the happiest on earth?<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Times;">Der har været en del diskussioner omhandlende en undersøgelse for et par år siden, der påstår at danskerne er de lykkeligste i verden. Personligt synes jeg slet ikke at det er rigtigt… Men det vil jeg ikke plapre om denne gang – i hvert fald ikke lige nu ;)<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Times;">Grunden til at jeg besluttede mig for at tage diskussionen op igen på trods af de år den efterhånden har på bagen er, at jeg forleden dag så en genudsendelse af Oprah – et afsnit hvor hun er på et besøg i Danmark.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Times;">En ting som virkelig irriterede mig var den her kvinde fra Danmark som – sammen med en kvinde til - skulle svare på nogle spørgsmål over Skype. Og hun svarede præcis hvad man kunne tænke sig til, at Oprah ville have hende til at svare. Såsom at vi sætter kvalitetstid med familien højere end forbrug, at penge egentlig ikke rigtig betød noget for os, at glæde har noget at gøre med at vi gør noget vi holder af osv. osv. osv. Og som den store afslutning; at vi <i>altid</i> tager hjem fra arbejde mellem 16 og 17 hver dag. Og ved i hvad? Det er simpelthen ikke sandt!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Times;">Der findes så mange folk som arbejder over de normale arbejdstider og et stigende antal mennesker hyrer folk til at hente deres børn fra diverse dagsinstitutioner osv. fordi de simpelthen ikke selv har tid til det.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Times;">Undersøgelser fra 2007 viser at Danmark er det land – sammenlignet med både USA og alle andre europæiske lande – hvor befolkningen arbejder mest. En anden undersøgelse fra samme år fortæller at danskere arbejder på overtid, fordi de føler at kulturen er således – altså føler de et pres for at arbejde så meget, som de gør.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Times;">Men tilbage til den her kvinde; Jeg blev næsten helt vred da jeg hørte hende sidde og sådan set lyve for at tilfredsstille Oprah. Den anden kvinde, som sad ved siden af hende, prøvede da også at fortælle at ikke engang hun altid fik fri omkring klokken fire, men hun kunne dårligt nok få et ord indført.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Times;">Så for at opsummere; Jeg selv ved ikke hvorfor vi danskere er det lykkeligste folk på jorden. Når jeg vandrer rundt i gaderne er det ikke det indtryk jeg får. Men måske er det bare mig. Alt jeg ved er, at det ikke handler om at sætte kvalitetstid højere end penge. Bare kig på Dubai; næsten alle har familie – forældre, brødre, søstre – som bor på samme gade, som de selv gør. Nogle spiser aftensmad sammen hver dag. Jeg har set folk i Dubai som spiser både morgenmad, frokost og aftensmad sammen. Og her har både mænd og kvinder også gode jobs, som læge og så videre. Er det så på grund af vores velfærdssamfund? Måske ikke. Igen vil jeg bruge Dubai som et eksempel; når det handler om at tage sig af de fattige er de nemlig lidt ligesom os. Folk i Dubai har også et gratis sundhedsvæsen, og de behøver heller ikke engang betale for elektricitet! Og regeringen sørger for at folk ikke sulter eller bor på gaden – og det samme gør folket i Dubai. Mange donerer mad til foreninger, som derefter giver det videre til de ”fattige”. Alligevel er folk i Dubai ikke ligeså glade som os danskere. Måske var undersøgelsen bare ikke sand. Måske er det danske folk ikke det lykkeligste i verden…<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
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</div><i>ENGLISH: There's been a lot of discussion about this study a few years ago that claimed the people of Denmark to be the happiest of all. In my oppinion that's not really true.. But that is not what I will blurb about in this post - at least not right now ;)</i><br />
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</i></div><div><i>The reason I've decided to write about it even though it's a few years ago now, is that I saw a rerun of Oprah's show - the one where she had taken a trip to Denmark. </i></div><div><i>A thing that really pissed me off was this one woman from Denmark who - along with one other - was answering a few questions of Oprah's through Skype. And she just answered exactly what you knew Oprah wanted her to say. Like that we care more about quality time with our family than consuming, that money didn't really matter much to us, that happiness was about doing what you cared for etc. etc. etc. And the great finale; we always get off work between 4 and 5 pm every day. And you now what? It is not true! </i></div><div><i><br />
</i></div><div><i>There are so many people that do work more than the regular hours everyday and a rising number of people have someone to pick up their kids because they just don't have the time to do it themselves.</i></div><div><i>Studies from 2007 show that the Danish people work more than both the USA and all other European countries. Another one from the same year tells that the reason why most Danish people work more than the regular hours is that that's how the culture is and that they therefore feel a pressure to work more.</i></div><div><i><br />
</i></div><div><i>But back to this woman; I almost got angry at her for sitting there and practically lying to please Oprah. The other woman beside her even tried to say that also for her, it's not always true that she get off work around 4 pm, but she almost couldn't get a word in.</i></div><div><i><br />
</i></div><div><i>So to sum it all up; I don't know why we are the happiest people on earth. When I walk around in the streets I don't get this expression of us being that happy. But maybe that's just me. All I now is, that it's not about putting quality time higher than earning money. Just look at Dubai; most people have their families - parents, brothers, sisters etc. - living on the same street, sometimes even eating dinner together every night. I've seen people in Dubai eating breakfast, lunch and dinner together. And both men and women has good jobs, like being a doctor and so on. Is it because of our welfare society then? Maybe not. I'm going to use Dubai as an example once again; they're a bit like Denmark when it comes to taking care of the poor. People there have free healthcare as well, and they even don't have to pay for electricity! And the government makes sure that people aren't starving or living on the streets - and so does the people of Dubai. Many donate food to shelters or other places that then pass it on to the "poor". </i></div><div><i>Yet Dubai is not as happy as Denmark. Maybe the study just wasn't right. Maybe Danish people aren't the happiest on earth...</i></div><div><br />
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</div>Michelle (Lunde)http://www.blogger.com/profile/05182748046760641649noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2977751533663023492.post-73121849502215073142010-06-06T01:12:00.000-07:002010-06-15T02:20:18.111-07:00Down period much?So here's something for you; my credit card got confiscated. - Because I got the code wrong O N E time! Aren't you supposed to have it wrong like three times before they take it away?<br />
Well anyway, I'm calling the bank tomorow and hopefully it won't take too long for me to get a new one.<br />
God! I just have no idea what I'm going to do without my credit card! Seriously, I'm freaking out a little bit right now.Michelle (Lunde)http://www.blogger.com/profile/05182748046760641649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2977751533663023492.post-70718468125435287832010-06-05T03:07:00.000-07:002011-03-01T05:05:43.757-08:00Summer of '10In my world it's official summer now! Or actually it was so yesterday; barbequed for the first time this year and walked around barelegged A L L day. Today the weather is just as nice.<br />
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Going to see SATC2 tonight with my friend Amanda, and even though I'm not feeling the sitting-inside-a-movie theather-while-it's-sunny-outside thing, it's going to be very fun, I'm sure. We might go eat some lunch or drink a cup of coffee in a café before the movie, just so we can sit outside and enjoy the weather.<br />
It makes me happy when it's finally summer again, especially when those winter months has seemed like they would never end. Now well just hope that the weather stays this way for the entire summer :D<br />
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I'm going to a party hosted by the magazine Cover and the brand Cheap Monday. And if anyone from Denmark read this, they should definetely join the rest of us. 50% of Cheap Monday and then awesome DJs all night - does it get any better? I don't think so ;P<br />
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Hele bandet fyrede den af, hvor den mandlige forsanger Anders Nielsen virkelig forstod at "udnytte scenen". Lille joke mellem mine veninder Tito (Tatiana) og Lala (Cecilia) og mig var at han måske havde røget lidt før han kom på scenen - hvis i forstår hvad jeg mener... ;b<br />
Men men... alt i alt en rigtig godt koncert, selvom det i starten var lidt svært at høre vokalerne - også selvom vi var så heldige at komme ret tæt på.<br />
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Nedenunder et par (okay, rigtig mange - jeg undskylder på forhånd) billeder fra koncerten:<br />
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<i>ENGLISH: Friday night (been a few day since then, I'm aware) I went to Tivoli to watch 'Alphabeat' perform. It was really awesome to see them live - I, myself, was a first-timer.</i><br />
<i>The entire band really knew how to put a show together, especially the male singer, Anders Nielsen understood the expression of "using the stage". - A little joke between my friends Tito (Tatiana) and Lala (Cecilia) and me was that he might have smoken a bit before he came on stage - if you know what I mean... ;)</i><br />
<i>But all-in-all it was a really great concert, even though it was a little hard to hear the vocals in the beginning - despise the fact that we were lucky enough to get quite close.</i><br />
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<i>Here are a few (okay, a lot - I apologize) pictures from the concert:</i><br />
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text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xjDhcaTIybg/TAVosRySOLI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/n1dbYlZFYu0/s1600/IMG_8483.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xjDhcaTIybg/TAVosRySOLI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/n1dbYlZFYu0/s640/IMG_8483.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>Det er rigtigt, han er ved at lægge sig ned //</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>Yes, he's about to lie down in case you were wondering ;)</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xjDhcaTIybg/TAVpHkwwsFI/AAAAAAAAAKA/EesfpYUIqAc/s1600/IMG_8508.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xjDhcaTIybg/TAVpHkwwsFI/AAAAAAAAAKA/EesfpYUIqAc/s640/IMG_8508.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xjDhcaTIybg/TAVpS6YvPOI/AAAAAAAAAKI/Xb6KUbFXo4M/s1600/IMG_8587.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xjDhcaTIybg/TAVpS6YvPOI/AAAAAAAAAKI/Xb6KUbFXo4M/s640/IMG_8587.JPG" width="438" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>Keyboard: Rasmus Nagel</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xjDhcaTIybg/TAVp1I83c_I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/r500ntY4QqY/s1600/IMG_8588.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xjDhcaTIybg/TAVp1I83c_I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/r500ntY4QqY/s640/IMG_8588.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xjDhcaTIybg/TAVqFHOEsYI/AAAAAAAAAKY/1xd1lrkm3-w/s1600/IMG_8610.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xjDhcaTIybg/TAVqFHOEsYI/AAAAAAAAAKY/1xd1lrkm3-w/s640/IMG_8610.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xjDhcaTIybg/TAVqMr0MxqI/AAAAAAAAAKg/nP6DALrg25c/s1600/IMG_8651.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xjDhcaTIybg/TAVqMr0MxqI/AAAAAAAAAKg/nP6DALrg25c/s640/IMG_8651.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>De brugte nogen af de mest seje lys-effekter til showet//</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>They just used the most amazing light-effects in their show</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xjDhcaTIybg/TAVqe2WzBQI/AAAAAAAAAKo/R4E-nvXmg3Y/s1600/IMG_8666.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="452" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xjDhcaTIybg/TAVqe2WzBQI/AAAAAAAAAKo/R4E-nvXmg3Y/s640/IMG_8666.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xjDhcaTIybg/TAVqnAFGVnI/AAAAAAAAAKw/nvoCge75AgE/s1600/IMG_8667.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="436" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xjDhcaTIybg/TAVqnAFGVnI/AAAAAAAAAKw/nvoCge75AgE/s640/IMG_8667.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xjDhcaTIybg/TAVq0_LPHCI/AAAAAAAAAK4/D1dTnXmxwJg/s1600/IMG_8696.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xjDhcaTIybg/TAVq0_LPHCI/AAAAAAAAAK4/D1dTnXmxwJg/s640/IMG_8696.jpg" width="426" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>Mandlig forsanger: Anders Nielsen // Male vocal: Anders Nielsen</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>Sejt, ikk? Altså we troede alle tre at han ville falde ned... eller vælte højtalerne og smadre den... eller noget lign. //</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>Cool, huh? We all kind of thought that he would fall down... or wreck the speakers,,, or something like that</i></span></div>Michelle (Lunde)http://www.blogger.com/profile/05182748046760641649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2977751533663023492.post-75443108883605145922010-05-27T06:47:00.000-07:002011-03-01T05:08:07.195-08:00'Gaardbo dans' at Østre Gasværk<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: auto;">Nu er billederne fra mit "afdansingsbal" her! Det var vildt fedt at danse på Østre Gasværk og stemningen var ligeså god til begge forestillinger. De sorte dragter i åbningsnummeret var ikke ligefremt særlige dejlige at have på, da det egentlig var en heldragt lavet i strømpebukse-stof. Men pyt nu med det. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: auto;">Det er en del billeder, men synes selv de er vildt flotte, så nyd endelig...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: auto;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: auto;">The pictures from my "end-of-season dance" are here! It was really awesome to get to dance at "Østre Gasværk" and there were really high spirits at both of the shows. The black costumes in the first routine weren't really that great to wear, as it was really just a (very) tight jumpsuit made entirely of pantyhose-fabric. Oh well.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: auto;">There are a lot of pictures, but personally I think they're all amazing, so please enjoy... </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xjDhcaTIybg/S_5JQ0ZIMYI/AAAAAAAAAGY/3pLTENgeRE4/s1600/%C3%85bningsnummer.png" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xjDhcaTIybg/S_5JQ0ZIMYI/AAAAAAAAAGY/3pLTENgeRE4/s320/%C3%85bningsnummer.png" width="428" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xjDhcaTIybg/S_5JWULzKhI/AAAAAAAAAGg/FXRWuUVBHbI/s1600/%C3%85bningsnummer+(2).png" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xjDhcaTIybg/S_5JWULzKhI/AAAAAAAAAGg/FXRWuUVBHbI/s320/%C3%85bningsnummer+(2).png" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>Åbningsnummer // Opening act</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xjDhcaTIybg/S_5JjhYdUcI/AAAAAAAAAGw/Ixy9Ltl5-b0/s1600/%27Beauty%27+-+House.png" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xjDhcaTIybg/S_5JjhYdUcI/AAAAAAAAAGw/Ixy9Ltl5-b0/s200/%27Beauty%27+-+House.png" width="266" /></a><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xjDhcaTIybg/S_5JtO3EnoI/AAAAAAAAAG4/W1M_UOffDAE/s1600/Beauty+(2).png" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xjDhcaTIybg/S_5JtO3EnoI/AAAAAAAAAG4/W1M_UOffDAE/s200/Beauty+(2).png" width="266" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xjDhcaTIybg/S_5J50RX4sI/AAAAAAAAAHA/TuS9WdeL3zE/s1600/Beauty+(4).png" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xjDhcaTIybg/S_5J50RX4sI/AAAAAAAAAHA/TuS9WdeL3zE/s320/Beauty+(4).png" width="640" /></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xjDhcaTIybg/S_5Jgot8ZRI/AAAAAAAAAGo/LBl8RZC9Yzk/s1600/%27Beauty%27+(3).png" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" height="424" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xjDhcaTIybg/S_5Jgot8ZRI/AAAAAAAAAGo/LBl8RZC9Yzk/s320/%27Beauty%27+(3).png" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>'Beauty' - House rutine // 'Beauty' - House routine</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i><br />
</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xjDhcaTIybg/S_5Kf6Cv8mI/AAAAAAAAAHY/QGtrFIeTN_M/s1600/Nick+og+Jeppe.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xjDhcaTIybg/S_5Kf6Cv8mI/AAAAAAAAAHY/QGtrFIeTN_M/s640/Nick+og+Jeppe.png" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xjDhcaTIybg/S_5Kf6Cv8mI/AAAAAAAAAHY/QGtrFIeTN_M/s1600/Nick+og+Jeppe.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; font-style: italic;">Nick og Jeppe - Robotdrengene // Nick and Jeppe - The Robot Boys)</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i><br />
</i></span><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xjDhcaTIybg/S_5ynyIPDdI/AAAAAAAAAHg/whJerh-cc3M/s1600/%27Stilhed%27.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xjDhcaTIybg/S_5ynyIPDdI/AAAAAAAAAHg/whJerh-cc3M/s640/%27Stilhed%27.png" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xjDhcaTIybg/S_5yrC4K-fI/AAAAAAAAAHo/QAc-14LU3I8/s1600/%27Stilhed%27+-+Gabriela+House.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xjDhcaTIybg/S_5yrC4K-fI/AAAAAAAAAHo/QAc-14LU3I8/s640/%27Stilhed%27+-+Gabriela+House.png" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>'Stilhed' - House rutine // 'Silence' - a House routine</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i><br />
</i></span><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xjDhcaTIybg/S_5zAG4kpLI/AAAAAAAAAHw/9zBDKHuLdmg/s1600/%27Frozen%27.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xjDhcaTIybg/S_5zAG4kpLI/AAAAAAAAAHw/9zBDKHuLdmg/s640/%27Frozen%27.png" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xjDhcaTIybg/S_5zDAUbfNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/KFbe-y_yhGk/s1600/Frozen+(2).png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xjDhcaTIybg/S_5zDAUbfNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/KFbe-y_yhGk/s640/Frozen+(2).png" width="428" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>'Frozen' - af Madonna // 'Frozen' - by Madonna</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xjDhcaTIybg/S_5zaTDRjHI/AAAAAAAAAIA/gzmQE62XE80/s1600/Japan.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-decoration: none;"><img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xjDhcaTIybg/S_5zaTDRjHI/AAAAAAAAAIA/gzmQE62XE80/s640/Japan.png" width="640" /></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xjDhcaTIybg/S_5zdkT8kyI/AAAAAAAAAII/NIvOiG32YQc/s1600/%27Japan%27+-+Anja+og+Gabriela.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xjDhcaTIybg/S_5zdkT8kyI/AAAAAAAAAII/NIvOiG32YQc/s640/%27Japan%27+-+Anja+og+Gabriela.png" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>'Japan'</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xjDhcaTIybg/S_5zw7p49OI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/elDu_du7iGc/s1600/MJ.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-decoration: none;"><img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xjDhcaTIybg/S_5zw7p49OI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/elDu_du7iGc/s640/MJ.png" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xjDhcaTIybg/S_5z3FtgKOI/AAAAAAAAAIY/aOJO2RxR1ic/s1600/MJ+(2).png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xjDhcaTIybg/S_5z3FtgKOI/AAAAAAAAAIY/aOJO2RxR1ic/s640/MJ+(2).png" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xjDhcaTIybg/S_5z9cai8iI/AAAAAAAAAIg/8QXGrE6eRis/s1600/MJ+(3).png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xjDhcaTIybg/S_5z9cai8iI/AAAAAAAAAIg/8QXGrE6eRis/s640/MJ+(3).png" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>Rutine med et miks af nogle af Michael Jacksons numre // </i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>A routine with a with of some of Michael Jacksons songs</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i><br />
</i></span><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xjDhcaTIybg/S_50n8xYt_I/AAAAAAAAAIo/f4JAr61hfEg/s1600/Billede+20.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xjDhcaTIybg/S_50n8xYt_I/AAAAAAAAAIo/f4JAr61hfEg/s640/Billede+20.png" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>Jeg kan egentlig ikke huske hvornår det her er fra, men der ser ihvertfald rigtig fedt ud // </i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>I can't actually remember what this is, but it certainly looks cool ;)</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i><br />
</i></span><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xjDhcaTIybg/S_51amKaM8I/AAAAAAAAAIw/ckaiqM3KV80/s1600/%27On+and+On%27+-+%C3%B8vet+Jazz+-+afslutningsnummer.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xjDhcaTIybg/S_51amKaM8I/AAAAAAAAAIw/ckaiqM3KV80/s1600/%27On+and+On%27+-+%C3%B8vet+Jazz+-+afslutningsnummer.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-decoration: none;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xjDhcaTIybg/S_51amKaM8I/AAAAAAAAAIw/ckaiqM3KV80/s640/%27On+and+On%27+-+%C3%B8vet+Jazz+-+afslutningsnummer.png" width="428" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xjDhcaTIybg/S_51eyzSceI/AAAAAAAAAI4/cQrMI7Bp4hs/s1600/%27On+and+On%27.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xjDhcaTIybg/S_51eyzSceI/AAAAAAAAAI4/cQrMI7Bp4hs/s640/%27On+and+On%27.png" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>'On and On' - Slutningsnummer, moderne // 'On and On' - The Final routine, modern</i></span></div>Michelle (Lunde)http://www.blogger.com/profile/05182748046760641649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2977751533663023492.post-42986305837725462212010-05-23T12:41:00.000-07:002011-03-01T05:08:35.272-08:00230510<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;">, myLast night was so fun! I went to this ”birthday party” because my old school had… yeah, well a birthday. I got to see my best friend who still goes there. It was nice to chill with her. We sat on the stairs with another great friend and ate cake – the best chocolate cake ever! May I just say that chocolate cake and beer do /not/ go well together xP Anywaay, we weren’t really allowed to eat the cake, cause they were just cleaning up, but we charmed our way to a few pieces, so that was pretty good, I guess :D</span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xjDhcaTIybg/S_mEOTix8KI/AAAAAAAAAGA/GeNFQGzAhDM/s1600/Billede+5.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xjDhcaTIybg/S_mEOTix8KI/AAAAAAAAAGA/GeNFQGzAhDM/s640/Billede+5.png" width="563" /></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xjDhcaTIybg/S_mES1GYLsI/AAAAAAAAAGI/g8QNvJ0zNwc/s1600/Billede+4.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xjDhcaTIybg/S_mES1GYLsI/AAAAAAAAAGI/g8QNvJ0zNwc/s640/Billede+4.png" width="451" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>I love both of these dresses! They're just so pretty. I would die to own them..</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xjDhcaTIybg/S_mEXtluAfI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/d9fefGIe5OQ/s1600/Billede+7.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xjDhcaTIybg/S_mEXtluAfI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/d9fefGIe5OQ/s320/Billede+7.png" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>SJP looks more than usually beautiful in this picture, I think. </i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>And she has the most amazing, rich eyes - I envy her..</i></div>Michelle (Lunde)http://www.blogger.com/profile/05182748046760641649noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2977751533663023492.post-37354375691091471932010-05-22T03:04:00.001-07:002010-06-15T02:24:50.891-07:00Because that's how we roll<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Went roller skating with Amanda two days ago. Yes, I'm doing everything but writing on my assignment ;D Nah, it's going to be alright.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">The weather was great and it was very fun.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Best part of the trip? This crazy professional skater that came rolling by us when we were struggling to "climb" a bridge so we could get down to the beach and skate a bit there.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">"Conversation" with roller skating dude (all while he was skating past us!):</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Amanda: Show off!</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Roller guy: Tighten your blades!</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">LOL! We were both laughing so hard, we almost fell down the wrong off the bridge. I guess you had to be there, really, to think that it was funny (Amanda and I have a lot of those 'you-had-to-be-there'-moments), but trust me, it really was!</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"> <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xjDhcaTIybg/S_APJJk_u2I/AAAAAAAAAEY/CnaR6CNbFco/s1600/IMG_8182.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xjDhcaTIybg/S_APJJk_u2I/AAAAAAAAAEY/CnaR6CNbFco/s320/IMG_8182.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xjDhcaTIybg/S_APiw8zyzI/AAAAAAAAAFA/fZ-3OKooc74/s1600/IMG_8194.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xjDhcaTIybg/S_APC4n_5NI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/v--1ROgHOVs/s1600/IMG_8178.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xjDhcaTIybg/S_APC4n_5NI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/v--1ROgHOVs/s320/IMG_8178.JPG" width="212" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>she actually has this pretty, thick, blond. I envy her and</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i> have told her many times that I don't get why she cut and dyed it..</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xjDhcaTIybg/S_APC4n_5NI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/v--1ROgHOVs/s1600/IMG_8178.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xjDhcaTIybg/S_APOTGiDeI/AAAAAAAAAEg/9tHCa7l2Ut0/s1600/IMG_8184.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xjDhcaTIybg/S_APOTGiDeI/AAAAAAAAAEg/9tHCa7l2Ut0/s320/IMG_8184.JPG" width="212" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xjDhcaTIybg/S_APiw8zyzI/AAAAAAAAAFA/fZ-3OKooc74/s1600/IMG_8194.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-decoration: none;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xjDhcaTIybg/S_APiw8zyzI/AAAAAAAAAFA/fZ-3OKooc74/s320/IMG_8194.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>Yeah, first 'real' pictures of me. Big deal, huh ;b</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xjDhcaTIybg/S_APUQmXSrI/AAAAAAAAAEo/HGh_v30I90E/s1600/IMG_8192.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xjDhcaTIybg/S_APUQmXSrI/AAAAAAAAAEo/HGh_v30I90E/s320/IMG_8192.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xjDhcaTIybg/S_APYQrdIpI/AAAAAAAAAEw/9XZJxOx_MTg/s1600/IMG_8190.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xjDhcaTIybg/S_APYQrdIpI/AAAAAAAAAEw/9XZJxOx_MTg/s320/IMG_8190.JPG" /></a></div>Michelle (Lunde)http://www.blogger.com/profile/05182748046760641649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2977751533663023492.post-25502521525414560152010-05-18T07:21:00.000-07:002010-06-15T02:22:23.803-07:00180510My post has no obvious reason today other than sharing a few pictures with you and to tell you that I'm sitting in my garden, enjoying the sun very much. Though it's not summer it feels like it and the sun is almost baking (or so I pretend) on my black, thick pants. Though it might seem out of place to look like an emo (despise my white shirt and pink socks) when it's such a great weather, I would probably freeze a bit, if sitting in a tube top and shorts.<br />
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But now I have to go back to enjoying my tea (yes, I drink hot tea in the sun). Oh, and to writing on my big assigment, due friday, as I have spent most of today downloading movies.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xjDhcaTIybg/S_KiR-2XqyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/FInxdq0xI2E/s1600/IMG_6081.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xjDhcaTIybg/S_KiR-2XqyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/FInxdq0xI2E/s320/IMG_6081.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>yeah, so a few pictures of my dog slipped in there too..</i></span></div>Michelle (Lunde)http://www.blogger.com/profile/05182748046760641649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2977751533663023492.post-21519896807144962752010-05-16T08:19:00.000-07:002010-06-15T02:22:48.780-07:00Beautiful Disasters & Hot Messes<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">My mail account is broke!</div><br />
Yes, as you might have discovered my life sucks very much at the moment. The only thing that could make my life worse is, if I were to fail my exams (and no I did not just say (=write) that out loud!)<br />
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So back to my mail; I have to make a new one, which I really can't deal with right now. Just too much work. All those newsletters I have to re-subscribe and even more people I have to give my new mail adress to. I might not survive yet another day...<br />
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And why is it that I only receive unimportant (and no, I don't mean that I'm just angry) messages such as fashion newsletters etc. All other mails, which I kind of need to receive just don't make it to my inbox. It's really frustrating actually.<br />
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Anyway, last night actually went pretty well. Oh, I love my friend Amanda (thinking back and laughing at yesterday; Amanda and I are never bored when we're together). We (/ I) actually made one of my friends Mads be on hold and ready to call if the date were to be a complete disaster. Luckily it went quite good, but of course I had to write Mads so he would call - very valid argument for that yesterday: It will be fun!<br />
Thinking back it seems like a rather 'i-don't-have-a-life' sort of thing to do, but I guess you had to be there. The code for a crisis was of course 'Popcorn' as we were going to the movies (duh! :P). Well he called and was very sweet. Oh, and I forgot to mention; boys just don't get that whole escape plan thing. I asked him on our way to the cinema, if he would help me get away if the date was horrible and call me, so I could run away. Guess what he wrote... 'Should I call you now?' Amanda and I laughed so hard, sitting in the train. Silly boys... ;P<br />
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So all-in-all my life is both good and bad. Well, my life sucks, but my social life ain't so shitty at the moment.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xjDhcaTIybg/S_AM3ETrbmI/AAAAAAAAAEA/CNFDe1JO5OI/s1600/Bille%27de+24.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xjDhcaTIybg/S_AM3ETrbmI/AAAAAAAAAEA/CNFDe1JO5OI/s320/Bille%27de+24.png" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>(Love that picture..)</i></span></div>Michelle (Lunde)http://www.blogger.com/profile/05182748046760641649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2977751533663023492.post-70952297964249783892010-05-15T01:48:00.000-07:002010-06-15T02:23:21.228-07:00150510Ugh, I'm sick...<br />
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And really, what is more charming than a red, soar nose after having blown your nose for the millionth time? Well, I can think of anything better.<br />
It really does feel like your life sucks, when you've been lying in bed for three days and all you want to do is jump up and run around, even though you know it's the last thing you'll ever be able to do right now..<br />
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Anyway, to be a bit more miss sunshine my friend Amanda came over last night - me: still sick. Pretty fun. She brought over some Cola Zero (of course!) and we drank that and watched Pretty Woman. What a wonderful movie indeed. I would pay many money to look like Julia Roberts. Or just her hair. and body. and face... Okay, I just want to look entirely like her.<br />
She went home at about 2.00 am - no crashing my house this time, as we have a double date(!) today. So of course we had to get our beauty sleep before "the big night".<br />
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Well, woke up at about 9.45 am so not much sleep at all, but sleeping is really for when you get old anyway. My mum had pulled out the big juice maker! So I've just finished drinking a juice made up entirely by me. Yes, I am very proud of that, in case you were wondering.<br />
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Okay, back to tonight. We're watching 'The last song' - Amanda's choice of course.<br />
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Hmm, maybe I should explain more about this double date... Well, really it wasn't supposed to be dates at all. At first <i>I</i> was just to meet her 'boy friend' - mark that I use the term boyfriend loosely, as she course still insist that he is just a friend and that they're just "chilling and hanging out" (and that's her exact words. She even called me stupid when I teased her about it again). So! The boy of course insisted on taking a friend with him, so I didn't have to be alone, a third wheel etc. Nice thought, indeed, but not what I wanted at all as it is now dates and not just a trip to the movies with friends.<br />
Argh! We're both so nervous by now - got each other completely freaked out when it was about 11.00 pm and we both were a little tired.<br />
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So wish me luck, and I'll be sure to fill you in on what happened if I'm not dead by tomorrow.<br />
I might have pneumonia<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;">...</span></span>Michelle (Lunde)http://www.blogger.com/profile/05182748046760641649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2977751533663023492.post-6061945772585162492010-05-07T02:28:00.000-07:002010-06-15T02:23:36.047-07:00Cinemateket – an interview with Claus Kjær<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xjDhcaTIybg/S-Pci5MHFKI/AAAAAAAAADQ/U-WMKtzqzpg/s1600/800px-Cinemateket_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">So I got an interview with this awesome guy called Claus Kjær from something called Cinemateket. Here's what I wrote - I hope you like it;<br />
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Across ”Kongens have”, in the centre of Copenhagen lies a big house. Outside it might look like a regular house, but behind the old bricks and big window something fantastic happens everyday. The house holds experiences, impressions and dreams from all over the world.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">’Cinemateket’ itself is a weird word. A mix between cinema and what we in Danish call bibliotek (’library’). But putting these two words together is not completely without meaning. ’Cinemateket’ shows movies. Both Danish and international. It is a cinema, but you don’t find any big American productions such as Avatar or Batman. At ’Cinemateket’ the more unknown movies get to come alive. Movies from all over the world is each month picked out and shown for the people interested in seeing them. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">But the place is much more than just a cinema. Claus Kjær – the programme editor at ’Cinemateket’ – has agreed to tell me some more about what happens at ’Cinemateket’.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><i><span lang="EN-GB">”We do show a lot of movies. There’s something here for everyone at every age. When we (himself and others) choose the movies, we make sure to pick out something for a broad fane of people, but also something a bit more narrow”</span></i><span lang="EN-GB">. He points at the program in front of me, which he has given me just before the interview started. <i>”This month we have a lot of movies by Carl th. Dreyer, the biggest filmmaker in Denmark. But we also have a series of film by Maggie and Jake Gyllenhaal. And as always we have a kids’ cinema. So something for everyone”</i>. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">I tell Claus that I come from a very film-interested family, and therefore I already know some about ‘Cinemateket’, but that I have a feeling that not many people my age do. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">“<i>You’re right. Unfortunately a lot of people your age are not aware of how many interesting things there is to see and do at ’Cinemateket’. We don’t have, as the big cinema have, the budgets to do commercials in TV. We do have poster hanging around in the city though and programs lying around in cafés and commercials in the paper. But of course you would have to buy a paper to see them,” </i>Claus laughs and adds: <i>”we actually have a lot of interesting events. Every Friday night a music film is shown – this month it’s about Johnny Cash. Or ’Sneakbar’ where young talents get the chance to show their movies. It’s film from ’Filmværkstedet’ (meaning ’Movie-workshop’) that lies on the top floor. And there’s a bar afterwards”</i>. He smiles in the end and points at the program again. <i>”There are a lot of exciting events in various genres”.<o:p></o:p></i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">I asked him what ’Filmværkstedet’ is. He told me it’s a place where you can come with an idea for a movie, and then if you sell it well enough you can receive some money and help to make it. So ’Cinemateket’ is not only for people who like to see movies, but also a place with opportunities to make movies.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><i><span lang="EN-GB">”Downstairs we have something that’s called Film-x. Here everyone gets an oppotuneity to make a movie. It’s not real cameras and setting though, but it’s a fun way of trying to make one. You have to go into a soundsbox and put sounds on your movie and cut it yourself”</span></i><span lang="EN-GB">.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">So there happens a lot more than just showing movies. I tell Claus that I wasn’t aware of all the things he had just told me and that makes him eager to tell me more;<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><i><span lang="EN-GB">”We also have a sort of library where you can borrow all types of movies. Just like a regular book library. We also have a big archive. Here you can sit with the movies or get information about movies all the way back to 1906”</span></i><span lang="EN-GB">.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">It's obvious that Claus care greatly about ’Cinemateket’ and everything it has to offer. Therefore I ask him if I can get some more program that I can place in my school and such. Right away he find an entire bag and he sounds very exctited that I want to tell about it to other people. ’Cinemateket’ is an amazing house in the centre of Copenhagen and I hope that everyone who reads this will come and see what the house has to offer – whether you live in Denmark or visits our little country someday I’m sure that you will find something you’ll love.</span><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">Some of the movies that ’Cinemateket’ has to offer in May: <o:p></o:p></span></div><ul style="margin-top: 0cm;" type="disc"><li class="MsoNormal" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list 36.0pt;"><span lang="EN-GB">Movies by Carl th. Dreyer<o:p></o:p></span></li>
<li class="MsoNormal" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list 36.0pt;"><span lang="EN-GB">Film of the month/ Jeanne D'arc<o:p></o:p></span></li>
<li class="MsoNormal" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list 36.0pt;"><span lang="EN-GB">Shanghai Dreams<o:p></o:p></span></li>
<li class="MsoNormal" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list 36.0pt;"><span lang="EN-GB">Gyllenhaals<o:p></o:p></span></li>
<li class="MsoNormal" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list 36.0pt;"><span lang="EN-GB">Kick off – now it’s soccer!<o:p></o:p></span></li>
<li class="MsoNormal" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list 36.0pt;"><span lang="EN-GB">Kids’ cinema</span></li>
</ul><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">Events in May:<o:p></o:p></span></div><ul style="margin-top: 0cm;" type="disc"><li class="MsoNormal" style="mso-list: l1 level1 lfo2; tab-stops: list 36.0pt;"><span lang="EN-GB">Ebbe Rode 100 years<o:p></o:p></span></li>
<li class="MsoNormal" style="mso-list: l1 level1 lfo2; tab-stops: list 36.0pt;"><span lang="EN-GB">Sneakbar (new movies from new talents)<o:p></o:p></span></li>
<li class="MsoNormal" style="mso-list: l1 level1 lfo2; tab-stops: list 36.0pt;"><span lang="EN-GB">Psych-out (movies from the underground)<o:p></o:p></span></li>
<li class="MsoNormal" style="mso-list: l1 level1 lfo2; tab-stops: list 36.0pt;"><span lang="EN-GB">Friday late night – Johnny Cash<o:p></o:p></span></li>
<li class="MsoNormal" style="mso-list: l1 level1 lfo2; tab-stops: list 36.0pt;"><span lang="EN-GB">and much more..<o:p></o:p></span></li>
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</div>Michelle (Lunde)http://www.blogger.com/profile/05182748046760641649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2977751533663023492.post-44542927827833238472010-03-23T11:55:00.000-07:002010-06-15T02:18:52.797-07:00Oh how to wear a pair of Doc MartensSo I just bought a pair of black doc martens. Yay! :D I'm kind of still figuring out how to wear them, so they don't look to punkish.<br />
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Here's what I've come up with so far:<br />
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Oh, and I'm going to a party on saturday which should be pretty awesome. Hopwfully I'm going with one of my closets friends, although I know a lot of people there. You might get some updates on that if any interesting happens ;PMichelle (Lunde)http://www.blogger.com/profile/05182748046760641649noreply@blogger.com1