To begin with the start and boring at first, I thought originally that I was born in Bærum hospital around mid-year 1989, since that was what was on the birth certificate of mine, but after having done some further investigation it turned out that Bærum hospital reportedly was beaten with both Blakstad hospitals and Asker and Bærum Clinic to provide mental health hospital Asker and the 1 January 2003: And that means that I am not really sure about where I was born at all exists anymore. Anyway, I spent all my years of life after this somewhat undramatic event live in a white villa in Bærum, along with the rest of my family and a golden retriever (which really only exists on paper to complement the populist cliche of what a perfect nuclear family to see out.) I've managed to finish a couple of years with both the park and kindergarten education, and at least thirteen years of schooling in three different schools, with possibly a different and perhaps a little disappointing results: if you ignore the few 5-explained I was able to fool of myself in various linguistic-based subjects, and a couple 6's strange enough that I managed to parasitic to me with minimal participation in various groups since then. But I enjoy the moment regardless of life as free in all possible ways, thanks to a year off I might not have deserved.
Tens of years of upbringing in a single white villa, grounded in the best east end of the westside, has made its impression on a boy, and although I physically may have developed my style more towards a kind of psychotic mix à la Church burns / transvestite, than anything that could be filled in the populist notion that seems to well over 90% of the population has developed a kind of religious attitude, regarding how the average residents in Bærum supposed to look: And who here is usually represented by an army the blonde and blue-eyed over people with Sunny tan skin and pink Pique-shirts, as with straight back marched proudly ahead in life, only reinforced with black briefcases in Italian leather and which in short can be summarized as a sight so beautiful that it even would have given Hitler need to wipe a tear from his eye, I'm still both picky, spoiled, somewhat lazy and extremely economical. I like to look at myself as a proud and steadfast nationalist (to the extent Eastern represented by Bærum may be perceived as a separate nation), and this implies, indeed, an eternal loyalty pledge to hate (read: dislike strongly) both socialists, communists , religious and / or people with accents I do not understand, though I unfortunately have come in contact with several both pleasant and ambulatory people of my incomprehensible reasons (both) supports these strange political forms and / or practices mentioned inbred dialects, without it necessarily have done anything with the prejudices I have against the remaining members of the various aforementioned groupings.
