Æsj...

[morsan]

Sukk ja, enn om man bare kunne nyte hvor vakker man egentlig er NÅ, istedet for å bekymre seg over rynker og fett og kviser eller hva det nå er som plager en. Jeg ser også på bilder fra noen år tilbake og tenker "herregud, hvorfor syntes jeg jeg var så fæl da da!". Håper jeg ikke tenker det samme om ti år da.

Det du sier nå er også ett av poengene i Baz Luhrman's sang.

Her er hele teksten:

by Baz Luhrman

"Everybody's Free"

Wear Sunscreen:

Wear sunscreen.

If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now.

Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Oh, never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded. But trust me, in 20 years, you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. You are not as fat as you imagine.

Don't worry about the future. Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind, the kind that blindside you at 4 pm on some idle Tuesday.

Do one thing every day that scares you.

Sing.

Don't be reckless with other people's hearts. Don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.

Floss.

Don't waste your time on jealousy. Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. The race is long and, in the end, it's only with yourself.

Remember compliments you receive. Forget the insults. If you succeed in doing this, tell me how.

Keep your old love letters. Throw away your old bank statements.

Stretch.

Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives. Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still don't.

Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees. You'll miss them when they're gone.

Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either. Your choices are half chance. So are everybody else's.

Enjoy your body. Use it every way you can. Don't be afraid of it or of what other people think of it. It's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.

Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but your living room.

Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.

Do not read beauty magazines. They will only make you feel ugly.

Get to know your parents. You never know when they'll be gone for good. Be nice to your siblings. They're your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.

Understand that friends come and go, but with a precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people who knew you when you were young.

Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard. Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft. Travel.

Accept certain inalienable truths: Prices will rise. Politicians will philander. You, too, will get old. And when you do, you'll fantasize that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.

Respect your elders.

Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund. Maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse. But you never know when either one might run out.

Don't mess too much with your hair or by the time you're 40 it will look 85.

Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia. Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts, and recycling it for more than it's worth.

But trust me on the sunscreen.

[Freya]

Det du sier nå er også ett av poengene i Baz Luhrman's sang.

Her er hele teksten:

by Baz Luhrman

"Everybody's Free"

Wear Sunscreen:

Wear sunscreen.

If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now.

Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Oh, never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded. But trust me, in 20 years, you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. You are not as fat as you imagine.

Don't worry about the future. Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind, the kind that blindside you at 4 pm on some idle Tuesday.

Do one thing every day that scares you.

Sing.

Don't be reckless with other people's hearts. Don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.

Floss.

Don't waste your time on jealousy. Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. The race is long and, in the end, it's only with yourself.

Remember compliments you receive. Forget the insults. If you succeed in doing this, tell me how.

Keep your old love letters. Throw away your old bank statements.

Stretch.

Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives. Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still don't.

Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees. You'll miss them when they're gone.

Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either. Your choices are half chance. So are everybody else's.

Enjoy your body. Use it every way you can. Don't be afraid of it or of what other people think of it. It's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.

Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but your living room.

Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.

Do not read beauty magazines. They will only make you feel ugly.

Get to know your parents. You never know when they'll be gone for good. Be nice to your siblings. They're your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.

Understand that friends come and go, but with a precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people who knew you when you were young.

Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard. Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft. Travel.

Accept certain inalienable truths: Prices will rise. Politicians will philander. You, too, will get old. And when you do, you'll fantasize that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.

Respect your elders.

Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund. Maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse. But you never know when either one might run out.

Don't mess too much with your hair or by the time you're 40 it will look 85.

Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia. Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts, and recycling it for more than it's worth.

But trust me on the sunscreen.

Fin den der.

[Gjest togli]

Ta deg en lang joggetur og en deilig dusj etterpå. Hjelper både på humør og utseende! Lover!!

[Freya]

Ta deg en lang joggetur og en deilig dusj etterpå. Hjelper både på humør og utseende! Lover!!

Tror ikke det hjelper på humøret mitt, akkurat, jeg HATER å jogge. Hadde jeg hatt den "#)/#¤& minidisc-spilleren som Elkjip aldri kan klare å reparere, så skulle jeg iallfall gått meg en tur.

[Freya]

Ja, men det er riktig, det: Lyse klær.

Søren, tror du ikke jeg klarte å søle tomatsaus på den hvite genseren, da! Og jeg som brukte forkle og alt! Jeg måtte grave i samboerens klesskap til slutt.

[Gjest togli]

Tror ikke det hjelper på humøret mitt, akkurat, jeg HATER å jogge. Hadde jeg hatt den "#)/#¤& minidisc-spilleren som Elkjip aldri kan klare å reparere, så skulle jeg iallfall gått meg en tur.

Enig i at det er kjedelig å jogge, men når man er ferdig med en halvtimes økt er man superfornøyd med seg selv!!!

*Vurderer å ta meg en joggetur selv*

[favn]

Søren, tror du ikke jeg klarte å søle tomatsaus på den hvite genseren, da! Og jeg som brukte forkle og alt! Jeg måtte grave i samboerens klesskap til slutt.

Den er fortapt. Nå føler jeg meg litt skyldig her... :-)

[Freya]

Enig i at det er kjedelig å jogge, men når man er ferdig med en halvtimes økt er man superfornøyd med seg selv!!!

*Vurderer å ta meg en joggetur selv*

Den dagen jeg jogger, er den dagen griser flyr.

Men skulle gjerne hatt MD'en tilbake, det er så kjedelig å gå uten musikk. *erte*

[Freya]

Den er fortapt. Nå føler jeg meg litt skyldig her... :-)

Hm, fant en genser som ikke så så aller verst ut, så dreit jeg i utseendet.

I morgen har jeg planer om å ta et langt bad, skrubbe og peele huden, ta ansiktsmasker og file føttene, smøre meg inn med den deilige kiwi/grpaefruktduftende body butteren min... Da tenker jeg nok jeg føler meg litt bedre.

Og nå vasker jeg klær!!!

[Gjest togli]

Den dagen jeg jogger, er den dagen griser flyr.

Men skulle gjerne hatt MD'en tilbake, det er så kjedelig å gå uten musikk. *erte*

Fysjom, musikk?? Hva skal man egentlig med den dritten ;-)

[Freya]

Fysjom, musikk?? Hva skal man egentlig med den dritten ;-)

Nei, fy'a'meg, da gitt!

Men nå er jeg lei altså, de har hatt den spilleren i en mnd nå. Og det var ikke min feil at den ble ødelagt an gang, den bare "sluttet å virke" etter at en kompis lånte den med seg til Thailand. Hrmf. Jeg får vel ringe og høre i morgen da.