The tales of living

My view

2011-10-14T23:23:00.004+02:00

So I'm still living in the same house as the one I lived in when I moved to London. I've just moved up (literally) by moving from bottom floor, up two flights of stairs, to the top floor. Through that I have claimed the room with the best view - not to brag but probably the best view in the whole block of houses I live in...

However, I take one photo, of the skyline, each morning when I get up and trust me it is a pretty sight.

It's Time To FOLLOW SUIT!

2011-07-13T21:14:00.004+02:00

This song just caught my eye (or ear more like it)

Soul On Lockdown

from open to closing

leave the fresh air to paper planes

Better Life Now

must be hiding

Far Away from the Same Old Thing

Blossom and Green

2011-04-06T21:50:00.005+02:00

Spring

2011-03-23T22:17:00.003+01:00

Spring is here, well at least the last few days have been really warm and sunny. Small white fluffy cotton clouds on a pleasantly blue sky. Ah, finally...

In the house-share we have started to talk about the patio and the looming spring cleaning. Me and my housemate S, is think about what needs to be done. The plan is to clean up, get some flower boxes for the fence and some flowers to go with, maybe even some pots and flowers for the floor as well so the tree and the roses doesn't get lonely and a fresh coat of paint for the white brick wall.

See both the fence (future support system for the flower boxes) and the bricks wall (future proud owner of a new coat of paint) in this video.

Silent/Shout

2011-02-22T12:12:00.004+01:00

I've noticed that people go on of two ways when they have headphones on.

The Shouter

Tries to compensate for the volume, therefore being a bit too focus on themselves - naturally assuming that everyone hears what they hear. Therefore, has to shout in order to be heard.

The Mimer

Thinking no one can hear them, since the volume's too loud therefore miming all of their words out. Furthermore, it could just be a lack of volume control.

Personally, I'm a Shouter even without headphones on...

However, the other day on the bus I met a Mimer, he was saying thank you to me as I moved my bag so he could sit down and with headphones on he mimed 'thank you'

Squirrel Squirrel

2011-02-08T23:49:00.001+01:00

Watch!

Down My High Street

2010-10-12T22:45:00.002+02:00

In between my house and the part of campus I've got my classes on, there is 20 min walk down our local high street. A road which is full of energy, bustling and alive but never to busy or loud.

Walking down the high street today, I did a few stops. Regular everyday encounters, but little glimpses of why I've grown to love my neighbourhood.

I stop by my corner shop, to buy a bottle something sweet but not too sweet to drink during lecture. The corner shop is run by a 30-something man and his older father or uncle. 30-something waves his hand nonchalantly towards the two people before me in line with one hand and reaches for my bottle of fruit juice with the other. I've noticed how they serve me (and others like me) above other customers, like we are slightly more familiar/regular/local. He smiles and asks me about Uni and talks about the weather. While his older uncle/father laughs so his grey mustache is jiggling and hands me a lollipop and waves good bye.

I walk a little bit further down, to the pharmacy. The middle-aged woman behind the till, has blond hair and looks motherly. She greets me with:

"Darling, do you still have that cold?"

And hands me the packet of tissues in the same moment as I hand her the money. She smiles and warns me about the fact that it's getting colder outside even though the sun deviously still is shining.

A few blocks down, I step into the cobblers. He looks at my flats which needs new heels. We talk and laugh for a bit and he tells me to stop by on Thursday and bring my winter boots, which needs looking over. He says it'll only cost me a fiver and wishes me a good day.

Further down, a building site have been blocking the foot path for a while, filled up with builders and building site vehicles. But the builder next to me stops a lorry to a screeching halt and waves me across with a smile and a wink.

Even though, I live in big, busy London. It's like every little neighbourhood have their own bubble of sweet small town - or at least mine has.

Breakfast in bed.

2010-10-02T15:09:00.003+02:00

I woke up to warmed tomato and cheese baguettes companioned by freshly ground coffee, which he had gone out and bought from our local cafe. Breakfast in bed on a rainy Saturday makes me feel like a princess. But he always tells me he only treats me the way I deserve to be treated.

So when he falls asleep again after breakfast, I put my headphones on and keep the light off, giving him the chance to sleep until he wakes up by himself.

Mouth rape

2010-08-16T13:29:00.002+02:00

My mouth has been abused.

And it hurt.

I went to the dentist.

Whitecross Street Party

2010-08-08T01:29:00.008+02:00

Back home, sweetheart!

2010-08-04T20:43:00.002+02:00

I'm back home, all my friends are in my livingroom; drinking, laughing and talking about the good old days.

Drunk on KIR, in the town where I grew up.

Life's good.

Listen:

2010-06-25T04:28:00.001+02:00

She grew up in a nice neighborhood

But it didn't do her no good

This one's for you

2010-05-26T01:12:00.001+02:00

I'd wear you on my arm like a brand new scar.

How to learn how to swim

2010-05-20T00:19:00.004+02:00

I can spot a broken person just as easily as a fashionista can spot a fake Gucci bag.

And I see these people, they put on a breave face but really they are broken. And I give of myself maybe a little bit more than I should. Becuase I see, I know and I want to help. However, I always forget not everyone wants or are able to accept that help. I know that I didn't accept help, when that used to be me. So I should just let it go.

But I just can't.

Some things in life you have to learn for yourself - on your own. It's like:

When someone is drowning it's not possible to teach him/her how to swim.

In that position you have to save yourself from drowning. It's like in actually cases of people drowning, were if someone swims out to help that person - the person drowning will be in panic and hold on to hard and pull down the person who has come to the rescue.

So, you have to help yourself before anyone else can help you. The bottom line is, no one understands you as well as you - so at the end of the line you are the only one who can help and heal you.

Reckless

2010-05-14T22:41:00.004+02:00

I am reckless

Reckless enough to through myself off a cliff

But there has to be beauty

On the horizon

There has to be fog on the horizon

'Cuase no matter what goes down my throat or up my nose

I still know

Where I belong

And no matter if you break me into a million pieces

I will still pick myself up

I can destroy myself

Knowing that I will pull through

And save myself

It Takes Two To Tango

2010-04-22T00:08:00.002+02:00

Someone spent 15 min. on a bus yesterday with a milkshake in their hand just to come and give it to me. That someone is A. someone who's been in my life since last autumn, but hasn't been featured in the blog. It's been too precious and too private. Thought I should give him a introduction, so that you'll know who he is in the future.

It's strange. When it comes to me I can drag almost all of my inmost thoughts and skeletons out of the closet in this blog. But when it comes to my relationship it's like it's only half of my story to tell. Since it takes two to tango. I guess, it all goes to show that I'm more careful when it comes to those I love than what I am for myself.

A line allows progress, a circle does not

2010-03-26T21:50:00.004+01:00

On my way out to a party: The First Time In A Long Time.

I'm not the club kid I once use to be, I guess because I like myself more now - if that makes any sense at all?

To me (amongst other things) parties represent the way I use to be, which can be described with a quote:

"She'll settle for anything, that'll make her brain slow down or stop"

I guess I've grown up, grown out of it, grown stronger. That's probably good but it makes me feel a little bit more self-conscious at parties - now I actually care about people’s opinions and would prefer that they like me.

Compared to before when I just cared about how to run as far into the fog as possible.

Japanese Gum

2010-03-10T22:03:00.001+01:00

I appreciate your help, but even you can't save me from myself.

Confession

2010-03-01T22:08:00.003+01:00

A few years back I was going through a bit of a rough patch. Feeling low and having no self-preservation really tires out your friends and family after a while. The thing is that everyone thinks that they are going to hold up but let's be frank - time wears everyone down.

The people around you will inevitably want to quit being on hold and start giving their own lives full attention when weeks turn into months and months pass over the 1 year mark. Even though, they won't spell it out, you can sense it in the air. I remember one of my best friends saying "We are all holding our breath and waiting for you to feel better!"

I don't even blame them, because in the end the one who made the bed must lay in it. Maybe, you think this is a bit harsh? However, when it boils down to picking yourself up and mending the broken pieces - deep down no one but you can do that job, sweetheart.

Therefore, from one person who's been at the bottom of the ice to another. It takes one to know one. So, in these situations you get good at lying and I mean real good. Because, in the end you love your family and your friends and them worrying about you will only make you feel worse.

I agree that looking back at it, the logic seems twisted but I can only retell the story. My point is that in my darkest moments, I'd tell everyone I loved that everything was fine and they'd all believe me. So just keep an eye on the people you love, because in twisted logic words "If you don't find out for yourself, you don't care enough".

You should only see the skeletons in my closet.

Green thoughts

2010-02-24T08:01:00.005+01:00

I have every now and again passing thoughts about the environment and in this green era - don't we all? However, some things at different brands and stores, I just find extremely illogical. Therefore, below, I will present you with some of the things that tick me off the most.

1.) Carrier Bags Vs. Reusable Bags

Sainsbury, amongst other stores, has introduced the concept that you will earn point(s) on you membership card if you use a reusable bag instead (obviously providing you with an option of buying their reusable bag). This is all well and good, however they are skimpy on the points and will only give you 1 point per bag that you reuse and I'll bank on the fact that if you're reusable bag isn't of their brand they won't award you any points.

They should really appreciate that if no one uses carrier bags, that's a cost they can cut down and money they can focus on gaining more profit out better deals in stores e.t.c.

Solution: Start awarding a healthy number of points for using any reusable bag.

2.) Paper Cups Of Coffee

A.) Firstly, a few months back I found myself at Starbucks on Oxford St. stunned and amazed by the fact that they were serving everyone in take away paper cups. So I sat down with my coffee and started to think about why everyone who wasn't taking away their coffee still were treated as if they were. My only thought were that Starbucks must have calculated that recycling the paper was a better solution than washing actual cups. I could almost buy this possible solution, since washing liquids include large amounts of chemicals and is generally environmentally unsound.

However, I had to ask a member of staff and they do not recycle the paper cups left in the cafe because the milk and cream (left in the cups) would create a hazard in the kitchen, with health rules. I suggested that they could rinse the paper cups out and stack them in piles after that. But apparently - that is too much work.

Solution: If you are going to switch over to all paper cups, you have to recycle them! Otherwise stick to porcelain cups in the cafe and use a more environmentally friendly washing up liquid.

B.) In the mornings getting you coffee, you are forced to the take away cups and running with an unsteady cup whilst burning your hand. I haven't heard about any cafes enforcing this (but there might be some out there) however if coffee was sold by the unit you could bring in your own thermos or reusable mug for taking coffee with you in the mornings.

Solution: All cafes should sell coffee by the unit.

Shadows [a serie of photos]

2010-02-18T22:59:00.008+01:00

Old Diary

2010-01-12T20:58:00.002+01:00

I found all my old diaries from a couple of years back. Since I haven't written here in a while I thought I should start rewriting some pages of my old thoughts.

Monday 29th of May, 2006 (12.29)
My new motto is: No regrets, walk in a straight line and smile pretty

My last entry before heading out to sea for the summer

Monday 17th of July, 2006 (22.52)
I'm singing to myself, even though I know that's called loneliness. Oh, baby I was bound for Mexico (Kiel)

Out on the sea

Tuesday 31st of August, 2006 (07.20)

"You watch me drink myself to death" I'm sorry I'm demanding, but I've been here before on tired legs, drunk on wine, the reddest thing I've seen...

Back home again

Those days of being young and stupid, just flashes back at me.

A day in the life

2009-10-25T13:20:00.003+01:00

So, I get where you are coming from, indeed I do. I have been there myself. However, it's just like a bomb has been dropped. But out of nuclear destruction I have gained loads of friends, so you are in good company. It feels good to know that someone is in my corner of the bowing ring. I know that if I throw myself recklessly out there, someone might catch me.

Friendship Affair

2009-10-16T12:15:00.004+02:00

Finding new friends is hard work.

Not only is it hard to get in touch with people and to truly start to get to know them, as persons. But there is also all the confusion about the whole boy-girl set up. I just want to create some good friendships, is that too grand to ask? The UK social codes definitely differ from the ones over in Sweden or maybe I am just having a hard time with it.

At this point I'd say that I've got two good friends or at least potentially good friends. However, I am a bit concerned since I feel like one of them is starting to drift away. It's just a sense of lack of commitment (one strike, awaiting the second and third strike). I can't really describe it in a better way. Maybe I'm just being my usual over-analyzing self. Maybe I shouldn't think about it too much?

What I have realize is that when a friendship is all new, fresh and shiny in the edges it's much harder to try and confront the person or tell them how you really feel. Moving away from your home country, you are stripped of the comfort of having your good friends around you at all times. Let me tell you, it's rather hard.

All you can really do; is throw yourself out there and hope there's someone who cares enough to catch you.

Life

2009-10-15T18:44:00.000+02:00

Chasing the past, she stumbled into the future.

...

2009-10-11T13:47:00.006+02:00

There's a boy and he is far away

Airplanes of far away

Past a cold and inhospitale ocean

The night won't pass just as easliy

Through all the distance

Tear youself up from your world

and give it a trade

Trade it in for something new

Something magically blue

A city that's waiting for you

Harsh

2009-10-08T16:41:00.002+02:00

I've grown harsh. Three strikes and then you are out.

The Flatshare

2009-10-04T11:37:00.009+02:00

So I have moved to London. When you move it's all rather chaotic since there are so many things that you can't set up from home. I've been in London now for two and a half week and I've already moved into my first flatshare, which is located close to the Uni that I'm studying at.

I now live in Upper Holloway and I rather like it. I really enjoy my neighbourhood so far, and I'm excited to further explore it.

I've only lived in the flatshare for barely a week but I have really found it lovely. It's a three-floor house with five bedrooms, a kitchen, a living room and a balcony/patio. I live with three professional (where of one are doing her masters part-time) and one other student, who's doing his third year of Uni (at the same Uni as me!)

Everyone is in the mid twenties and therefore that gives the flatshare a laid back vibe. Everyone have their own things going and we'll talk a bit at breakfast and dinner times. Maybe even watch a bit of telly together in the evenings. Today, however one of my flatmates had her boyfriend over and they maid butterfly cakes. So later this evening I found this on the fridge:

Post-it on the fridge

The cake

Royal Mail

2009-09-26T12:45:00.003+02:00

This arrived today...

Glittercore

2009-09-26T12:28:00.008+02:00

Thursday Night Was A Mad Glittercore Glitter Ball At The Bathhouse

The Bar

Peaches as DJ

Wah! Nails done

Peaches as mental

The Big Move

2009-09-23T15:26:00.004+02:00

It has happen. I have packed my bags and moved to London!

At the moment I am living at a friends house in the North West but on Monday I am moving into a flatshare in the North East. I have enrolment for Uni in the North East as well, hence why I am moving there.

I've found two friends so far K. and N., which feel really good. K. is a girl who's taking the same course as I at Uni and N. is a guy from Bristol (close to it, at least).

I meet N. at a viewing of a room in a flatshare (which I won't be moving into). He was actually moving out from that flatshare. But we got on really well and went out for drinks a couple of nights ago.

What I have realized about London so far.

Since I've travelled a lot on public transport to view rooms and get to other important meetings. I've come to some realizations about people on public transport (mainly the tube).
1.) People holding newspapers in really weird ways
They scrunch up the leafs of the paper they've read as they wear holding onto them as one would hold onto a life raft in the middle of a stormy sea, leaving the already read leafs in a state beyond recognition.

2.)Businessmen in suits with mobile phone games.
They sit with their fancy phones and suits, acting all business. But a simple glance at their phones and you'll find that their are really just playing games on their phones. The most popular seems to be either golf or action type games.

Just Like Me

2009-07-27T20:33:00.004+02:00

C. visited me over the weekend. It was really nice to be able to show off my City, which I now know I'm deeply in love with. It was nice to have an other person around, who makes me laugh and who's company I adore.

I still think about how things ended off with The Boy, I know that it will take a lot of time before all the emotions to simmer down. However, I've locked them aside in a dark coner of my heart. He do no longer have a say in my life. I still need to remind myslef that "You Don't Get To Break My Heart And Still Hold My Hand When I'm Crying"
It just doesn't work that way. Eventhough The Boy probably is the person who know me best, naturally the person best equipped to comfort me when I'm sad, it would be too heartbreaking and also very confusing. To have someone who has just hurt you, try to make you feel all better again.

I'm still feeling rather mixed up about it, now that the news have a few weeks on their neck I reckon it's time to meet up again and get some answers. I feel like I need about a table spoon more of closure for my recipe called 'Mending a broken heart'

At least I've got work and The Big Move to keep my mind off things.

Out Of The Blue

2009-07-16T11:52:00.002+02:00

I've realized a wound on my back, it's about 2 inches long and a half inch wide. And I Have No Idea Where It Came From.
Utterly bizarre...
It looks a bit like a burn mark, but I can't for the life of me figure out in situation it could have been created.
It's like that scar about an inch long and very thin, that I found a couple of years ago on my leg and have no idea what situation would have created such a visible and clear scar.

"Do you ever hear things that aren't really there?"

Is there anyone else have experience similar incidents or is this, a for me, isolated phenomenon?

Trapped in Strawberry Fields

2009-07-11T20:52:00.005+02:00

I've just realized that I'm going to be trapped on the countryside for 24 more hours than what I expected. Kill Me Now.
Plus my trip to the city has been shortened by the same amount of time (after that I have to return to the countryside). But I guess that's just typical - you always wish you were at the place which you aren't.

And as you all know, I'm not the biggest fan of the countryside. So realizing that I'm not leaving here on Sunday evening, but on Monday afternoon is absolutely devastating.

Let me take you down,
'Cos I'm going to Strawberry Fields.
Nothing is real
And nothing to get hungabout.
Strawberry Fields forever.

The End Of The Beginning

2009-07-06T19:29:00.002+02:00

I've just gotten back from a music festival and I feel completely exhausted both physically and mentally. I saw loads of band and had a wicked time, still a piece of the puzzle is missing - which will be gone forever.
The Boy and I, broke things off after two and a half years of a lovely relationship. It feels rather surreal. Single - Me? I don't even know how that works, what am I supposed to do?
I knew that this day was coming, since none of us wanted a long distance relationship and The Big Move is in the autumn. I just thought we would have some lovely summer months left - but I guess not.

The worst part of it all was that we planned to go to the music festival together and I still had ride up to the festival in his van with his friends - who where asking question about how The Boy and I know each other. Let me tell you it was really comfortable and not at all heartbreaking.
I just thank heaven,that I met a really nice guy at the festival (he's from the Capital of Sweden, so let's call him 'C'). C and I have the exact same taste in music, he even likes the bands that I like but that The Boy used to hate. So at least I had someone who went to all the gigs with me and who I could laugh with.
The worst part of it all was that I completely broke down during Enjoy the Silence (Depeche Mode played at the festival) since it used to be 'our' song.

At the moment I'm in the apartment all by myself and it's all very empty and sad.
I promise I'll try and cheer up soon.

Health on the rise

2009-06-17T10:09:00.002+02:00

Let's be honest, I do not live the healthiest of lifestyles. I'd like to believe that I have a better lifestyle now that what I had a couple of years ago. However, my lifestyle is not that healthy at the moment, let's just say that there could definitely be improvements.
Since The Big Move is coming up I am keen to steer into a new direction.

I would say that I need to impact less is more onto my life, regarding my eating habits as well as my alcohol habits.
In both cases I would not say that I eat or drink to an abnormal excess. Even though I don't, I still feel like I can improve. When it's about food I need to be more aware and not fall for the cravings of junk food.

Alcohol is a whole different matter, if you didn't know by now I used to be a Club Kid and the worst kind. I'd go out three or four times a week. So by now I know, I'm a bit of an either/or-person. I can go out and be sober and have fun, but sometimes I just lose my common sense. Like a bull that suddenly sees red, my mind sometimes snap and I just feel like I want to get incredibly intoxicated. Alcohol is a nice thing in social situations but it is also somewhat of a tool that one uses to forget the present.

I just reckon I should have a better approach to food and alcohol that what I have at the moment. This is because not only will it improve my health but if I drink less, eat smaller portions of healthy food I suspect that it will keep my food budget down. Something I will need to do after The Big Move. London is kind of an expensive city to live in, so I think I need to do what ever I can to keep myself from drifting.
If I only have so little to survive on every month it would be rather nice not to have to waste it all on food, leaving me flabby and poor.

Found in the city lights

2009-06-12T22:45:00.005+02:00

When reading this, listen to this song.

Yet one week is almost finished, they just seem to pass by without effort and without difficulty. The number of days until I get on a plane is schrinking down slowly. But this time, this flight, will be different or at least that's what I keep telling myself.

I've got a couple of weeks of work before going to this lovely music festival and once again I can act like a foolish youth for a couple of days. However, youth is wasted on the young. I reckon I grew up too quickly. It almost feels like it happened over night, like the progress of growing up just rushed by and I can't quite put my finger on when or what it was. It has its flaws but I seem to like it this way. Maybe because it is the only way that I know how to act.

In love with this lie

2009-06-11T00:48:00.004+02:00

Listen to:
The Sounds - Mine for a life
Robots in Disguise - Turn it up

Before The Big Move

2009-06-10T10:46:00.004+02:00

The Big Move is getting closer (the move to London in autumn if someone has missed that) and it leaves me with mixed emotions. Every fiber of my being misses London, until it feels like my heart is about to break. But at the same time my hometown, Gothenburg has always been my first love. I feel like I want to make the most of my time left and spend the majority of it with my friends. However, it seems like I spend every moment that I'm awake at work (the more money I save up, the easier it will be after The Big Move).

What confuses me is the divide amongst my friends. Some are making the most of my time left in Gothenburg and are already planning their trips to London, to come and visit me. However, others seem to want to give up and cut me off just because I will be moving soon.
I find the latter behaviour rather sad, it makes me think "Fine! Be that way"
One of the reasons why I like the thought of The Big Move is that I know that my true friends are going to stick by me and the ones that don't - they don't matter to me anymore.

Knowing that I will lose some of my friends is a rather sad fact to be aware of. But I guess that is just the way it is...
Until that defining moment occurs, all I can do is to go out and enjoy myself (like I will tonight, party!) and listen to some good tunes, like this one.

Daddy, I'm so sorry. We just like to party!

Notorious

2009-06-05T14:57:00.003+02:00

First of, listen to Duran Duran - Notorious

The notorious Friday night is coming up, yet again, as it seems to do once every week. Once again I'm facing a decision - should I go out for a spin around town or should I spend the evening more low-key?
What to do?

I just feel like someone needs to take me out tonight, if that is not going to happen. It's going to be me and the pillows on my couch spending a quite night in front of the telly.

Update 1: It doesn't seem like anyone is going to take my out tonight. Couch it is.

Credulous, not naive

2009-05-28T22:09:00.004+02:00

I've just realized that people easily mistake someone being credulous for being naive. It's sad, really. I like to believe that people are honest and decent. However, I'm not stupid since I obviously can tell when someone's just taking the piss.
I have somehow surrounded myself with some people who do not get the fine difference. I used to be naive, but I'm not anymore - honestly.

This is what I like about The Big Move. The chance to do over and do everything right this time. I get to take my experience with me to a new city and use it where I needed it in the first place.

In the meantime I can't do more than listen to The Undertones - Teenage Kick.

Back home

2009-05-25T14:41:00.006+02:00

So, I'm back in Sweden. I'm trying to take the good with the bad (and the ugly). It's both nice to be home but at the same time it is rather hard.
I have a ton of things I need to straighten out before autumn and before The Big Move. But after my trip to London I feel more confident about it all, I feel like I belong in London, at the moment, and I need to prepare myself for moving there.

However, being back in Gothenburg is like being in a cocoon, it's too nice, safe and relaxing. A part of me feel like I need it, but an other part tells me that it will hold me back.

How can something so beautiful hold you back?

Spun into a blur

2009-05-16T17:54:00.003+02:00

London is just a blur of events. School is keeping a high level of speed, meeting up with friends everyday of the week and gigs&pubs to go to. It all spins by too fast.
I've already been here for 3 weeks and the next week is my last. After that it's back to Sweden for some Swedish summer (rain) and then in the autumn, there will be The Big Move. I'm both happy and nervous, but after these three weeks London feels even more like my town.

Tonight I'm going out for brilliant night, there might be an update when I get home (if it all doesn't spin to fast)

I'll see you soon

2009-05-04T14:42:00.003+02:00

Some people you meet, often at pubs and parties, you know that you will probably never see again. Sometimes that's fine, but sometimes it is not. When you meet someone who you get along well with, it's hard to except the fact that they may just view you as one of those people you'll never meet again.

They always say "I'll see you soon" when they leave.

London

2009-04-29T09:10:00.005+02:00

I've gotten to London about a week ago and I live on this beautiful idyllic street, lined with trees that are in bloom and well groomed small gardens. It's very lovely.
This is the view from my bedroom.

It's really lovely.

Personal Space

2009-04-17T09:08:00.003+02:00

I've been running around town like a powered up Packman, since I have a million things I need to buy&fix before Florence and London. This running around town have made me realize something I've thought of before, the act of queuing.

Queues are often organized things were people stand in a line and wait to get to the ATM or the cashier. Nothing odd with that. However, there are a specific type of people that while they stand in line they stand abnormally close to the person in front of them. What are their deal?

Do they think that they will get to the ATM/cashier faster if they stand 2 inches behind the person in front of them? Is it a tactic strategy to psyche out the person in front of them and get that person to leave the queue?
The only thing this results in (if this sort of person stands behind me in a queue) is to get me aggravated. Clearly you will not get to the front of the queue any quicker if you stand ridiculously close to the person in front of you, so why do these people do this? Do these people not know the boundaries of personal space?

After being in about 7 different queues yesterday and finding myself in front of people who do not get personal space in every single queue I finally had enough and this happened:

I stand in line and the man behind me in the queue is so close behind me that I can feel his breathe down my neck (not nice). I move my feet around, as to say I have been queuing for a long time and my feet are tired. So I take half a step back and step on his feet and leg.
The man: What are you doing?
Me: I just took a small step back, my feet are tired and I felt the need to move them a bit.
The Man: What? Why did you move back? (a bit hysteric at this point and definitely feeling the pain from me trampling him down)
Me: I just took half a step back, I DID NOT REALIZE THAT YOU WERE STANDING SO DAMN CLOSE TO ME.

People in queues, realize personal space or you will be trampled down.

The IT guys

2009-04-16T09:21:00.003+02:00

As I might have mentioned before, I currently work at an advertising firm and one of my biggest tasks is that I am managing a website, that is going to be built (hopefully sometime in the foreseeable future).

So in the last 4 months I have been in numerous meetings with IT guys, trying to find someone who can work the programme I am working with and who can create a website that meets my, the company I am working at and the client´s demands. I am now in meetings with the third IT guy who is trying to work this out and hopefully it will work out this time.

What I have realized is that I have met three IT guys independent of each other, from three different IT firms. These three IT guys definitely have influenced my opinion of IT guys in general. When someone speaks about a IT guy I will think of a mix of the three IT guys that I have met in numerous meetings.

When someone says IT guy I will think of:

A man in the ages between 22 and 28, he has a good sense of style. He can often be seen in skinny jeans (skinny but not too skinny) he wears smart jackets, well ironed shirts with a casual cardigan over. He always wear fashionable shoes, preferably in leather and he smells discretely of cologne. He has a well-kept hairstyle and if he has facial hair this is extremely well-kept too. He will chit-chat about the cool clubs and the new hot band/artists when we drink coffee and he will always request dark strong black coffee. He is also polite, sociable and has a good sense of humour.

Do I have a distorted vision of what IT guys really are like?

Schedule from hell

2009-04-15T09:22:00.004+02:00

I have about a week left in Sweden in total. 3 days in this week (before Florence) and 4 days in next week (after Florence). I have a long long list of thins to do.

I need to go to the cobbler with two pair of heels
(make them fit for London pavements)

I need to go to the pharmacy
(stack up supplies that may not be available in London)

I need to go to the hairdresser
(I trust few people with my hair)

I need to send in some tax forms
(I would not want that as a dark cloud over me in London)

I need to get Skype figured out
(keep in touch with worried parents and The Boy)

I need to stack up on make up and beauty supplies
(why spend time looking for that in London?)

I need to figure out my friend´s British cellphone
(can be of use in London)

I need to wash a million piles of laundry
(why bring dirty clothes, when one can bring clean?)

And about a million more things, which I will remember when I wake up sweaty in horror from some nightmare where to do lists chase me up and down the avenue. HA

Easter

2009-04-10T10:06:00.003+02:00

I'm going up to the countryside house for Easter, I'm also going up there to work. Yes, I've done it again trying to have two jobs. But this time it's not a fulltime and a partime at the same time. It's working at another job when I'm free from the first. So a bit more sensible than before...
However, I will have no Internet for a few days (how will I survive this?)

But with my camera in a tight grip, I feel like I'm at least going to manage. So I'm about to get on train and see the landscape swirl past the window.

I'm really looking forward to painting eggs and celebrating Easter.

Hairy Calves

2009-04-08T09:09:00.010+02:00

Since it's springtime, people let their clothes drop...

This is rather interesting, because the sudden 'heath wave' and sunshine make people proceed with rash decisions or does it?

Of course I am referring to people who wear shorts or short trousers showing off their hairy calves. I saw the first pair of hairy calves yesterday on my way home on the tram. The hairy calves belonged to a girl wearing shorts and football shoes. My theory when it comes to hairy calves consist of three key points.

Point 1:
Hairy calves at people (mainly girls) is something that mostly occurs at spring time when the sun has conquered the hair removal regime of many people. It's just too warm and sunny to wear long trousers but still one has not found the time to remove the hair.

Point 2:
Some girls find having hairy calves is a statement "I am not removing hair to fit into a stereotype of what I should look like!" However I have found that (no offense) the girls who think like this is often the more 'ugly' girls, the ones who don't wear pretty summer dresses or wear makeup. I would like to see a glamorous girl á la The Hills walking around in a stylish outfit and hairy claves.

Point 3:
Regarding boys I think the hairy claves subject is a bit reversed, since generally it is expected that they are going to have hairy legs. However I found that some over-trendy and over-stylish boys shave their calves. This as well as girls with hairy calves, can be a statment. The boy who shaves his calves for a statement probably is trying to say "I don't view being hairy as manly and hairy calves would really mess up my super stylish outfit!"

Time to Travel

2009-04-07T09:28:00.004+02:00

I have to say that I am getting excited! I have some travels in my foreseeable future.

In 11 days, I am going to Florence with my mother. This will be a short 4 days trip, just to eat some good Italian food, shop some shoes and get some sun. I look forward to this trip because it will be great being back in Italy and I look forward to a bit warmer weather and looking at architecture.

In 19 days, I am going to London all by myself. This trip will be for a month and I look forward to being on my own. I'm quite the independent person and I look forward to getting of the plane and breathing in the Heathrow air and hopping on the tube. My heart is aching for some London, 19 days could not need to pass any quicker. I have so much planned for London and this will certainly be reflected in the blog.

Friday dream world

2009-04-03T10:33:00.009+02:00

After two days of moderate to a lot of sunshine, something has happened...
I woke up and it felt like I was still in a dream world. It was extremely white outside, a foggy mist had surrounded the city and was lightly hugging the rooftops all around. While my omelette was spreading a lovely smell from the stove I was looking out the kitchen window. From my attic apartment I usually see the mountain at the other side of the town where the outskirts starts, pretty much I can view all the rooftops in the city from my kitchen window. But today I could not even see the rooftops at the end of the 110 yard long street I live on.
Something about this foggy mist that were placed like a lid over the city made the whole city feel a bit ghost like, it was all quite outside when I walk to the office and light drops from the mist started to create a veil over my hair and face.

The view from my kitchen window

Thursday in Pictures

2009-04-02T17:09:00.007+02:00

Broken down pose or showing off amazing big-sleeved cardigan?

The Boy made food for our picnic lunch in the park

The Boy snapped a shot of me when I was off guard.

The Park

Our office-dog

Pedophile?

2009-04-01T09:47:00.005+02:00

"Thou shalt not think that any male over the age of 30 that plays with a child that is not their own is a pedophile. Some people are just nice."
- Dan le Sac vs. Scroobias Pip
(from the song "Thou shalt always kill")

This brings me to think of two rather unusual situations that I have witnessed over the last month.

1.) I was on the tram on my way home from work and while the tram passed by a tram stop I looked out of the window and on the bench at the stop a man was sitting, waiting for an other tram, with a child in his lap. The man was quite long, muscular and wearing the kind of neon clothes that construction workers wear, nothing odd with that. However this was a man, who had a dark skin tone and the toddler in his lap had extremely white skin. I found this rather unusual and immediately started to question their relationship to one another. He could surely not be the toddlers father. So was he the step father? Was he a friend of the mother who had picked to toddler up from day care? The toddler who were sitting on the man´s lap was dozed off and looked like he was sleeping. The view of the two of them was rather odd.

2.) Yesterday at the tram stop, waiting for the tram. I saw a man with a baby in his arms and the pair of them looked extremely out of place. The baby was dressed in a pink thick jumpsuit and looked like it was only a few months old. The man was just wearing a shirt with jeans and trainers. What made me question the pair of them was the fact that he was carrying this baby in his arms not wearing clothes suited for being outdoors since it was rather windy. He had no stroller, no bag with nappies or all those things small babies need. Where were all those things? Where was he going with the baby? Since the baby was so small it was surely still being breast-fed. So where was the mother?

So if we look at these situations in perspective to the quote, what do you reckon? I'm still puzzled by the incidents and the fact that I can not find any answers to the questions that pop up my mind.

Monday in Pictures

2009-03-30T22:21:00.009+02:00

My view from the window at the office

Lunchtime

Exessive Coffedrinking - Monday Must

The more the merrier - The office

Bitten down nails - Monday meetings

To do

2009-03-30T10:22:00.002+02:00

I have the longest to-do-list these coming weeks, which is not the best situation to be in. I think I'm going to try and tick off following from my list today:

Take some photos
Organize and delete old photos on my laptop
Go to the library
Write a letter (to print and send tomorrow)

I have a a heap load of things I need to do before Florence and London and the weeks are spinning by so rapidly. After London it's pretty much going to be summer and a lot of things will be slowed down by summer holidays and people taking out vacation and after summer there is a trip to Rome and then probably I'll move to London. So there is to say the least a lot to do.

Videos of the Weekend

2009-03-27T10:41:00.002+01:00

Since I'm going to be isolated and ripped of any connection to the internet during the weekend, I thought I should give you some music recommendations to keep you occupied. The videos below are bands I really like and listen to quite a lot these days.

Asphalt flower

2009-03-27T09:15:00.004+01:00

My parents have decided to whisk me away over the weekend to their countryside house. I have to admit I do not look forward to this. Sure, the whole nature, ocean, woods and fresh air thing is great. I used to love going there as a kid and we would go every weekend all year round and on all my breaks from school.
But in recent years I haven't hardly been there at all. I don't look at it in the same way. It was all fun and games when I was little but know it's something about all those open spaces and meadows that just makes me feel claustrophobic. Is it not ironic feeling claustrophobic in a big open space?

I've contemplated the fact and reached the conclusion that since I do not have my own car or a drivers license for that matter, when I'm at the countryside house I loose the power to go where I want to go or leave when I would like to.
It's a completely different story in the city. Here I got all the bus and tram routes down, I know which way is the fastest and which way is the safest. Somehow I feel that the city is looking after me, like an invisible bigger brother who keeps an eye out for his little sister. I've walked home countless times in states varying from sober to rather heavily intoxicated. The city has somehow always taken me home safely. In the city, I know where to go, who to talk to and how to take myself home safely. The city with its streets and alleys are my turf, here I feel like I can go anywhere and do anything.

This is not the case with the countryside house, because I can not choose to leave when I want to and there is absoultely nothing of interest to do. There is no internet, there is no cellphone reception, there is no interesting channels on the telly, there are no live gigs at nightclubs, there are no trams, just no anything.

Yes, I've realize that I'm a city girl. I love the city and the city loves me. I am a asphalt flower.

Lunch vs. outfit

2009-03-26T10:24:00.002+01:00

I don't know if this is just me and my crazy thoughts/routines.
I work at an office in the central part of town and since it's got such a good location, it's more a rule than an exception that we go out and eat lunch at one of vast and varied range of lunch restaurants that are within a walking distance from the office.

As we all know different restaurants attract different groups of people. I have lately realized that I am effected by how I look and how I feel when I pick where to have lunch.
If I feel like I've got pretty cloths on and are happy I'll go to the hipster place where everyone is always extremely well dressed.
If I feel sophisticated and got an outfit to match I'll got to the bistro where all the mid 30's have their business lunches.
If I feel hangover, sick or have a bad hair day I would rather go and have a take away or sushi.
If I feel like I want to sit and chit chat with someone rolled up in a blanket I'll pick a cafe.

If I'm forced to pick a place to eat lunch where I don't feel comfortable that particular day due to what outfit I have on or how I feel, it gets me extremely annoyed. Not annoyed in a way that I would express it to anyone but in the way that I feel out of place or think that people are going to look down on me, if for example I'm in the business lunch bistro wearing hipster cloths and high top rebooks.

Is this just me or does someone recognize this behavior?

The sound of the city

2009-03-25T09:22:00.011+01:00

Have you ever realized that cities have their own distinct sound and smell?

I remember once when I was about 7 years old and woke up in a hotel room in Italy. I can't recall what city in Italy it was, but the feeling when I woke up was amazing.
The sun shined through the white long curtains and outside my open window I could hear a street and a city that was just waking up. I could hear cars driving by, people signaling with horns and bells on their scooters and bicycles, people talking while walking down the street and yelling "Good morning!" to people they knew across the street.
The smell is a bit harder to describe, but it was a mixture of smell of the pavements, the smell from the small vegetable and fruits shops that were opening up early in the morning and the smell from the cafe across the street where people were stopping by to get their morning espresso.

The smell and sound of my city (Gothenburg) is a different story. Firstly Gothenburg is right by the sea, therefor you get an ocean smell. Not like the smell of beach and seaweed, it is more an icy smell of the salt of the ocean. If you've ever been on a boat on the sea at dusk or dawn, that smell is a part of Gothenburg´s smell. Mixed with the icy smell of the sea is the natural smell of the city. The smell of the pavements, the people and the traffic.
Gothenburg has a very distinct sound, we have trams in this city and they have a distinct sound when they swings around corners. It is a squeaking noise, but not in an annoying way but a soothing and calm way. That sound is something I think all people from Gothenburg miss when they move away from here. It is like a soft layer of cotton which cocoons the city from the outside world.

This spring I will visit Florence(for a week) and London(for a month) and this time I'm going to make sure that I'm aware of how the cities smell and sound. I regard the smell and sound of a city like a sophisticated and subtle visiting card for that specific city.

What does your city smell and sound like?

Judging Musicians

2009-03-24T09:29:00.003+01:00

Lately I've been quite into Pete Doherty and his new album Grace/Wastelands. It's a bit peculiar since I haven't been a die hard Babyshambles fan.

However, what interest me about musicians and their image in the public eye is how it can effect how people view their music. Pete Doherty has, as may not be a secret, not had the best public image and it has been crowded by vicious rumors, drugs and jail. Since you are through media fed with this image of him I have been a bit skeptical to his solo album.

But without my knowledge I heard Last of the English Roses on a radio show and realized how brilliant that song is. I think that people, and I will definitely try and follow this perception, should stop judging an artist after their actions and solely judge them by the caliber of their music.

Song of the day: Pete Doherty - A little dead around the eyes.

Rave Report

2009-03-22T17:08:00.004+01:00

We met up at my place and spent some downtime and listened to some music and got sent the location of the rave by text. I checked out the adress and the bus/tram routes. It was on the other side of the river just behind a big sport and event arena. It's a fairly central location but still in a part of town where there aren't too many people. It felt safe knowing where it was and that I were able to get home whenever I wanted to.

The rave took place in a "closed" lunch restuarant which is in a district dominated by office buildings, so there wasn't too many people around who could get bothered by the loud music. The rave was a bit more organized than what I expected. Firstly, they had a wardrobe, but the guy garding it seemed to be two sandwiches short of a picnic. He had to write my wardrobe number on my arm (I guess they don't trust their guests to have pockets or being able to keep track of a wardrobe card) and when writing the number on my arm his hands where shaking heavily.

And about those cliches...
They had decorated the place with banners with glow-in-the-dark colors and there were 'sculptures' hanging from the ceiling casting diffrent lights and shadows all over the floor and the walls. If I would be judgemental I'd say that the decorations definitely would look more stunning, I imagine, if one were high.
The people who went there definitely only dressed in cloths looking as they came from this shop.
And about those pills, that one expect to see at a rave. There was definitely people who didn't look completely sane. Everyone seemed nice and friendly, even those who seemed to be high except a couple of persons who really had that 'mad eyes' stare and looked awfully high. However, I thought I was going to see people dancing up with their tounge out of their month with a pill on it and then someone else would kiss them and thereby swallow the pill.
But I saw no drugs at all, so I'd say it all looked/seemed a lot less like a drug feast than what my exceptations might have been. The only drug refrence that happen all evening was this guy who offered me some crystal meth, which I kindly refused and this girl who asked me in the line to the toilet if I'd only been drinkning. She later complemented me on not being high and told me to have respect for drugs (like I haven't had that before).

It just seemed to be people who like that kind of trance/techno music and just wants to dance. There were a some weird fashion trends, all the girls had either really blond dyed hair or really dark dyed hair for example. If you were aware of it there definitenly was people who where high, but there was no open handling of drugs. I'd say that if you are not into that kind of music (which I'm not really...) it will get a bit boring after a couple of hours. So if you are going to go to a rave, go because you really love the music that's going to be played.

I had a glowstick which I was going to take a picture of when I got home. But just as I left this high guy took my glowstick from me under the excuse that "You are going to get it back" and then he preformed a "stunt" where he inserted the glowstick (which was quite flexible) up his nose and then open his month so people around could see the glow in his palate. Not a nice vision. Do I need to point out I did not claim my glowstick back.

All in all an interesting night.

Rave

2009-03-20T09:25:00.003+01:00

It's Friday today, the big Go-Out-On-A-Spin-Around-Town night. Tonight I'm going to try out something new. My first plan for the night was to have some friends over, drink some wine, chill out and listen to music. Perhaps go out to a indie club after that, if everyone was going to be up for it. Instead my friends (who do this on more regular basis) have decided to take me to a Super-Secret and Super-Illegal rave. Yes, you read right!

I have never been to a rave before, not even a legal one. This seems to be the perfect rave to start out with, the conversation between me and my friend went like this:

Friend: So we are going to this rave tomorrow. Are you SURE that you are up for it, Sanna? This is Not a beginners rave.

Me: You know me, I'm up for anything. I'm sure I can handle it. So where is this rave?

Friend: We don't know that yet.

Me: What do you mean by that? I'd like to check out the bus routes to make sure that I can leave whenever I'd like to.

Friend: Well... They keep the placement of the rave a secret until 2 hours before the rave begins. It's for security reasons, since this is pretty illegal.

Me: Right... That'll be fine. I'll just have to wing it with the bus routes, one always get's home somehow, someway.

Therefore this is rather exciting news, since it's going to be interesting to test the waters and see if raves really live up to all the cliches that people actually have about them. Will it be all pills and people dress in clothes solely from this shop? Or will it be happy people who just want to dance to some hard techno music?

I'll give a report as soon as I've gotten home from the rave and tell you all about it.

Spring in Gothenburg

2009-03-18T13:11:00.003+01:00

Spring is on it's way to Gothenburg.

I've been feeling under the weather the last two days, so when I, went out to eat lunch with a colleague, looking pale and with a bad hair day it was a bit of a chock.
The first days of spring seem to be some kind of 'stating the territory' days in Gothenburg. As soon as you feel the first warm ray after a glimpse of the sun: It's like the spring outfits just start popping up like mushrooms. Too bad the spring outfits don't have delusional effects...
The spring outfits are pulled together by sunglasses, tights with shorts on top and blouses, all the outfits are topped off by spring shoes and long scarfs to fight the cold wind off.

This is not the sight you want to face when you are on the recovery side of a bad cold, dressed in winter clothes with a bad hair day. I couldn't even get into my favorite coffee place for some caffeine due to the hordes of hipster kids all dressed in spring outfits.

Yes, spring has arrived. Tomorrow I'll go to my coffee place 15 minutes early armed in a stunning spring outfit.

Friday night

2009-03-15T13:48:00.003+01:00

Lazy Sunday, or it could have been. But I'm going to the gym later on.

I went to this party on Friday. One of my friends is currently studying philosophy at Uni and his course mates were having a party in their flat. So he asked me to tag along (bribed with a bottle of wine, I went along with it). It was strange. It was like stepping into the past 10 year into the future. I'll explain:

When we were 15 years old we all used to hang out in this public park on weekend nights. Everyone was wearing black and red striped clothing and the more makeup/dark hair/piercings you had the cooler you were. This was all cool and fun then. But we grew out of it and started to go to legal/illegal clubs, started drinking wine instead of beer and started to wear other types of clothing as well.
But these people at the party... It was like they hadn't change since they were 15 years old. They've just gotten 10 years older. It was a bit sad, I'll have to tell you.
Not because they still got that sense of fashion/style, it was sad because they seemed to still act/think/behave like 15 years old.
It was all a bit strange.

Anyway, you should listen to Metronomy and be happy, that's what I'm doing (if you add drinking coffee to the equation)

The Gym

2009-03-12T09:45:00.002+01:00

As you may know I've recently taken up training (at the gym) again. I went to 4 sessions last week and have completed 3 sessions this week but are contemplating to go to two more session. I usually go to the sessions that are a bit dance like, choreography and less strength and lifting weights.
I used to go quite frequently when I went to school, so this is not a new thing. Since I've recently picked up this good habit again some of my thoughts about going to the gym has returned.

One thing, that I've realized about going to the gym is that there are different types of persons regarding socializing at the gym.

A.) People who go to the gym with their friends and who'll talk loudly about personal gossip in the changing rooms and if they are obnoxious they'll continue their loud gossiping during warm up and stretching parts of the session.

B.) People who go to the gym alone, but seem to know everyone there. In the changing rooms they wave to people and chit-chat about normal things (family, work and shopping bargains). They'll also go up to the instructor/trainer of the session and talk before the beginning of the session.

C.) People, like me, who'll just mind my own business. I'll change quietly, get up to the session and I'll might read a book and listen to some music while I wait for the session to start.

I've also discovered that I (without realizing it) view the gym as a place for me to be by myself and collect my thoughts and just being alone in a crowd of people. I find it relaxing to just be quite and work out. Recently I've met people I know at the gym, even going to the same sessions as me. I find that a bit stressful, them trying to be nice and chit-chat about stuff when I just really want to be quite and amongst people that I don't know.

What type of gym person are you? or What type of work outs do you do?

Time Management

2009-03-11T10:56:00.003+01:00

It feels like my weeks fill up so quickly with things I have to do. Last night (Tuesday) one of my friends sent a text saying he was back in Gothenburg and wanted to hang out. I sent a text back and said " I might be able to meet up for a cup of coffee on Sunday afternoon". It's a bit crazy that this a normal week for me, on Tuesday all my time that week has been planned and filled up.

And still, my life now is much more low stress than what it was this autumn when I tried to manage a part time and a full time job, running my nightclub and studying 25 % of full time at Uni. Might I say it was crazy stressed and it did not do wonders for my health.

I think I've learnt a valuable lesson, you always have to make time for yourself. Downtime, when you can relax and just do what you feel for. Time with out pressure. Like this week, I've planned to just be by myself on Friday night, slouch in the couch and watch telly. Then I'm going to turn in for an early night.

Eating Regime

2009-03-09T10:37:00.003+01:00

Me and Mum has started this new eating regime. We started last Monday, so it has been a week now. Mum has gone to yoga about two times and on one long walk with one of her friends.
I however, have workout hard at the gym 4 times last week (aerobics and things like that).
She has lost 4 pounds and I haven't lost anything.

I think this is rather unfair. I try to convince myself that I might have gained muscles or weight more than I thought when we started this new eating regime. Maybe I'm going to lose some weight later on, Mum perhaps just lost it quicker. Still unfair.
This is making me rather annoyed at the moment.

Just wanted to get it off my chest.

There, no more whining today.

Twenty

2009-03-06T15:59:00.003+01:00

I'm still at work. After work I'm going to the gym to workout (time to become a skinny bitch), then I'm going to buy a cultural book and after that I'm going home to make dinner for my mum (who's feeling a bit under the weather).
And after that a friend of mine will come over for vegetable sticks and homemade dip. We aren't even going out.
This is what a grown up person I've become lately. I get up in the morning and eat omelette. Some time soon I might take up knitting as a hobby too.
All my age anxiety over turning twenty is really taken an odd but useful form.

The Secret of Dinner Parties

2009-03-05T20:27:00.003+01:00

I haven't been to active lately. Why do I feel like I start all my entries like this, these days?

Tonight, I've just sneaked away from a grown up dinner party and are currently enjoying a chilled glass of white wine and a episode of Boston Tea Party. I will return to grown up dinner party in time for dessert. It's all about timing, to get the meal but escape from boring topics around the dinner table.

Music Update

2009-01-29T13:29:00.004+01:00

Hello Dolls,

It's been a while since last. But I've been busy working in the office and being lame. I sit in the office all day listening to music and working, while I drink way to much coffee. The being lame part is that I've recently enjoyed preparing my breakfasts before going to sleep at night. Chopping vegetables into small pieces for my morning omelette. The morning omelette is a new thing too.

However, I found some great new music. I seem to be stuck on this electro track which I can't seem to get out of.

So here's some music tips:
Lonely Dear - A Swedish guy, who is extremely talented. Listen to the track Airport Surroundings, it's the track I love the most at the moment.

Rojksopp - The duo has recorded a new track, called Happy up here. The track is absolutely stunning and I'll play it at the next party.

Time&Growing up

2009-01-12T14:48:00.002+01:00

Time moves us all on

I heard someone say the other day on the TV that " You can't learn how to be an adult. It is something that just happens to you."

I'm not sure if this is true. I do not think that there is a picture perfect mold on how to grow up. I think that it's an individual story for each and ever one of us. I even believe that some people never truly grow up, not in the sense that they stay childish. But in the sense that they do not make the personal realizations that they would need to. They do not expand and excel their minds and their subjective&objective views on oneself as a person.

In a nutshell growing up is to improve yourself as a person until you reach a certain level where you are viewed as an adult. Really the most significant difference between a child and an adult is that the adult has the ability to further view herself or himself from a more objective perspective and improve ones flaws. Therefor, if someone does not come to the realizations necessary and do not improve ones skill to view oneself from a more objective perspective, you never truly are able to grow up. Achieving this, is in my opinion, a matter of challenging yourself and to truly step out of your own comfort zone.

Song of the day: Fated to fail - Coyote Bones

Miss Laurent

2009-01-08T12:09:00.003+01:00

Sorry for not writing anything in a while. I do have good reasons, it's been Christmas and New Years and right after that I went to Berlin. I got back from Berlin two days ago, in Berlin I started feeling quite a bit under the weather. I now have a raving fever and a very sour throat. The weather in Berlin did not help, it was snow&icy the whole time.
So at the time I'm recovering at home hoping to get out of the illness as soon as possible.

I'm been thinking a bit about life lately, realizing that are certain steps I need to do in order to move forward/grow up. Yesterday for example I took my two lip piercings out, it just feel like it was the right time to. They are just the sort of things you can't hold on to forever, because in life you need to change. Change is a funny thing, it always happen no matter if you'd like it to or not, the only thing you can do is embrace it.

I've been thinking a lot about my future lately. In Sweden you go to school and then you graduate (like I did this spring) and then you have the choice to apply to Uni, cruse around or start working. Life is so much easier when you are in school you have a direction and you know what to do, you have a good way to pile the days and to get on. When you graduate you lose that security and I find myself questioning everything I do. I don't have the security of school any more and therefor life seems harder, but in reality it's all about life changes and you have to change with it.

Song of the day: Bright Eyes - Laura Laurent (sometimes I feel like a Laura Laurent)

5 fresh, hot bands

2008-12-17T11:06:00.007+01:00

I thought I should introduce you to some of my faourite bands, who all are in my mental genre of small&sweet (where I place good, small and unsigned bands). They are all from Sweden, so therefore I'm juts going to specific where in Sweden they are from.

The Bands

Powerblade - A duo from Gothenburg who's got a playful electro feel to their sound. They have formed their own genre (which has been accepted by the popular Swedish radio station P3). The name of the genre is neuro a combination of the word nintendo and the music genre euro. They discribe their sound as "two indie boys that grew up with too much video games & euro disco". Their lyrics is mostly about life in Gothenburg (as the song Clublife in GBG, GBG being a short for Gothenburg) and love that's not responded as the song Brand new start.
They have a myspace, as well as Alex from the band has his old soloproject and his new one.

Song top 3:
1. Clublife in GBG
2.Powerblade are on the go
3. Brand new start

The Bryte - A five piece band from Karlstad. They were formerly know as The Mellow Bright Band but changed their name to The Bryte right before their first appearance at MTV. They have released a self produced EP named "What ever became of anonymous Steve?". Currently they are recording their debut album and be sure it's going to a great one. They have a rock 'n' roll image but are really just sweet as teddy bears (I speak from experience since they played at the opening night of my nightclub London Gossip). They have a myspace as well as a website.

Song top 3:
1.What they used to say
2. Jonathan
3. Circus and its clowns

Minute Gun - A duo from Malmö. They often introduce themselves as Malmö´s finest and have a cocky swagger to everything they do. However they are so charming they could convince me that they were the greatest band alive, if they'd want to. They have an electropop borderline mainstream sound, which I believe creates a great diversity to their sound. Crank up the volume and you have yourself some good songs to dance to. (I have played them on parties and in nightclubs and they are splendid.) They have a myspace as well as a website.

Song top 3:
1. Honey hurts me
2. Demon lover
3. Losing modern walking remix

The Loyal - A band from Helsingborg, who´s got a lay back rock/synth sound and do a bit more heart felt songs. They are quite low key but the songs are still just as brilliant. I makes you think about a grassy hill and a starlit sky. They have a myspace.

Song top 3:
1. Save/Kill
2. Struggle
3.Mystery

The Dying Dandies - A quintet from Gothenburg, with a dynamic rock/pop sound. They are very well put together and may come across as a bit plain. But they are a marvelous band for live performances and their singer has a voice that I really like. They are the kind of band that have to grow on you a bit. As all the other bands they have a myspace.

Song top 3:
1. Happiness scares me
2. What a lovely night
3. Yes still

So I suggest that you go and check those bands out. I thoroughly like them all and they are all bands that I've been listening to for a longer period of time. I hope you find something that suits your music taste.

SMK

2008-12-16T10:52:00.006+01:00

SMK, is short for Slagsmålsklubben, the band I told you a bit about in my last blog entry. They have been around for a while and we all used to go and see all the free live gigs, their music is the one we used party to and dance around to at after parties. They are a crazy lovely lot, they are known for their party ways and outrageous lifestyle. They made a music video, released on youtube with footage from their touring that might give you a glimpse of what they are all about. The video is to their song Rakade ögonbryn skall det vara (It should be shaved eyebrows)

There are quite a few videos on youtube about them. However there are two that really stand out. They are both just small glimpse into their sense of humor and their lifestyle. Since you, my darling readers, don't really understand Swedish(most of you don't anyway) I'm going to post the videos and the translation underneath, so that you can watch and enjoy!

Frej från SMK på Hultsfredsfestivalen 2003
Frej from SMK at Hultsfredsfestivalen(a Swedish music festival) 2003

Jag köpte 20 vinyl singlar av en bajspunkare
I bought 20 vinyl singles from a "poop-punker"
Han ville ha 250, men jag fick dem för 200, fick jag
He wanted 250, but I got them for 200, I did
Så gick jag runt och sålde dem och sa att det var radioheads sidoprojekt (skratt)
I went around selling them and said that it was Radioheads side projekt (laughters)
Jag sålde alla 20 för 50 kronor styck, det genererarde åtskilliga (någon annan 1000)
I sold them all 20 for 50 swedish kronor a pop, which generated considerable (someone else: 1000)
(frej stirrar på personen) åtskilliga pengar, tänkte jag säga
(frej glares at the person) a considerable amout of money, was what I was going to say
Fast det var svenska text på baksidan, men det var en svenska lantion också sa jag
Eventhough there were Swedish text on the back of them (the vinyl singles), but it was a Swedish release I told them
sen har jag också hittat en plånbok (någon annan vad är en lantion?)
I have also found a wallet (someone else what's a release?)
(om plånboken) det är abnormt mycket pengar i
(about the wallet) it's abnormaly large amount of money in it
Jag har inga intentioner på att lämna tillbaka nått som helst av dessa pengar (någon annan fan vad mycket pengar)
I have no intentions what so ever to return any of these money (someone else fuck, that's a lot of money)
Det är en 500 lapp också (håller upp en sedel)
There's a 500 note too (holds up a note)
Någon bunte sådär...
Just a bunch, whatever...
Det är ju överkomligt (skratt)
It's moderate (laughters)

SMK hittar inte munspelet
SMK can't find the harmonica

Intervjuare: Ja, jag sitter då här med två av medlemmarna i den eminentat electronica kvintetten Slagsmålsklubben. Hur upplever ni stämningen hitills? (stäcker fram micken)
Interviewer: Well, I'm sitting here with two members of the eminet electronica quintet Slagsmålsklubben. How do you experience the atmosphere so far? (reaches out the mic)
Björn: alltså jag...
Björn: Really I...
(oidentifierad personen som går fram) den är underbar, alltså fan...
(unidentified person walks into the picture) It's wonderful, really fucking...
Björn: alltså jag..
Björn: Really I...
Frej: lägg ut dom där (pekar) så det inte kommer någon målarfärg på golvet.
Frej: Lay those out there (points) so there won't be any paint on the floor.
Björn: alltså jag...
Björn: Really I...
Intervjuare: Vi frågar björn i bandet (sträcker fram micken igen)
Interviewer: Let's ask Björn in the band (reaches out the mic again)
Björn: Alltså ärligt talat jag är så fruktansvärt full, jag vet inte hur spelningen kommer att gå.
Björn: Really, honestly, I'm so increadibly drunk, I have no idea how this gig is going to turn out.
Intervjuare: Med andra ord kanske inte alltid Björn kommer sätta sina tangenter där dom ska. Vi frågar Frej istället. Och hur upplever du stämningen hittills? Hur tror du spelningen kommer att gå?(sträcker fram micken)
Interviewer: That would mean, that Björn might not consistantly press the keys the way he should. Let's ask Freh instead. And how do you experience the atmosphere so far? And how do you think that the gig is going to turn out?
(prat i bakgrunden)
(noize/talking in the background)
Oidentifierad person: Fråga om rundgång.
Unidentified person: Ask about acoustic feedback instability.
Frej: Huh?
Frej: Huh?
Intervjuare: Ja, och vad tycker du om Arrest me?
Interviewer: Yes, and what's your opinion on Arrest me?
Frej: ja.. ja.. han...
Frej: yes..yes..him..
Björn: Alltså, Fredrick, släpp mig jag måste gå och kräkas
Björn: Really, Fredrick, let me go I have to go and vomit
(prat i bakgrunden)
(noize/talking in the background)
Intervjuare: En däckade och en spyr. Detta kan ses som en ganska traditionell Slagsmålsklubben spelning. Så går det när Maxwell Hammers tvingar SMK att tratta.
Inverviewer: One pass out and one is throwing up. This can be view as a pretty traditional Slagsmålsklubben gig. That's what happens when Maxwell Hammer force SMK to binge drink.

They are carzy and fun, let's just say they live by the rules "anything goes on a music festival" and "I'm not responsable for what I did while intoxicated". But they are somehow very charming when you meet them/see them playing live.

The UK addiction

2008-12-15T11:03:00.010+01:00

I'm so incredibly tired of hearing the Swedish language, I don't really know why but ever now and again I just snap into this mindset of Swedish begin a sort of necessary pain. It's like I need to hear English around me to feel at ease. However I'm not big on the American accents, so turning on the TV and hearing them does not make the situation easier.
I just listen to BBC news around the clock and wait for the feeling got disappear unfortunately it's not that easy to snap out of. I'm starting to form this theory that I might have been British in a former live (if one would assume that we all have lived former lives..)

I'm starving for a bit of Britannia! Me and my parents usually goes on holiday right after New Years, last year it was London. I tried to convince them to go there (or anywhere in the UK) again. But Oh, no we are going to the cocktail party, basement underground club and techno rave city Berlin. I know I've mention this before, but the key problem with traveling with my parents (this may be subject of a youtube video sometime soon) is to find a balance between what I want to do and what they want to do. I often want to go to gigs, nightclubs and outrageous bars. However, my parents often find these establishments quite uncomfortable. Therefore I always have to have some kind of strategy of how to get them there and how to create a atmosphere were they feel comfortable.

My plan for Berlin is to, kick off the night with a fancy cocktail bar/nice cozy pub, then take them to a good decent resturant(which is close by what ever gig/club/bar I want to go to). Then after dinner and a couple glases of wine, as we are walking past (where ever I'd want to go). I'll just say "Oh, wow here is that club/bar/gig I told you about! Fancy going in and have a look?" and after that you just run with it.

Song of the day: Slagsmålsklubben - Sponsored by destiny

Some of the darker under tones of this song reminds me of Kent and some of their melodies

By the way, Slagsmålsklubben would translate to Fight Club in English. The bands name actually originate from the movie Fight Club, as Joni Mälkki from the band copied the movie onto a CD and to have a bit of a joke he wrote Slagsmålsklubben instead of Fight Club.

Combat baby, Come back baby

2008-12-10T11:07:00.005+01:00

I'm currently listening to music at my 8 to 5 work, since I only answer the phone once in a while, so it's fine. I've got quite good headphones, so I don't bother anyone else.
I thought I should list the songs, that I haven't listen that much to(some of them however are my bands/artists I really like). But they are the new song I quite like at the moment.

The List

Yelle - Les femmes
The Kooks - Gap
Robots in Disguise - The tears
Metric - Combat baby
CSS (Cansei de Ser Sexy) - Meeting Paris Hilton
New young pony club - The bomb

Sorry about the fact that some of the links are of a bit lower quality, I just wanted the whole song so that you could get the whole picture of the song. Some of the videos aren't even the official music video for the specific songs. But hey, I tried my best...

Hair & Synth

2008-12-09T15:08:00.006+01:00

I went to my hairdresser today. As we all may know from our own past experiences it's really hard to find a good hairdresser. At least that's how it used to be for me. Either they are the sort of person that you really get along with, but they can't cut your hair properly or they are the sort of person that cuts you hair really well, but you can't chit-chat with them while they are doing it. Secondly, when being young you want a hairdresser that you can talk to about matters that really interest you.

My hairdresser is about 30-40 years old ish. She's got a daughter who's 14 years old, so you do the math. Her daughter got a pony (I used to have a pony). So we obviously talk about horses, show jumping, dressage and competitions while she's cutting my hair. But she also used to be a big fan of synth music when she was a teenager.

So the conversation today went:
Me: I already got my ticket to Arvika(a Swedish music festival)
Hairdresser: I know, Depeche Mode is the only booked band yet? I thinking of going even if I'm far too old for that sort of things now
Me: No, they released the second band, it's DAF
HD: OMG! I LOVE THEM TOO! Now I really have to make me husband go there with me this summer.
Me: You should go, you can put your tent up in our camp
HD: That would be brilliant, how much alcohol are you planning to take? One really has to plan it well to get enough to cover the whole week...
Me: yeah I know...

I don't know about where you live, but in Sweden that's not really the normal conversation you have with your 30-40 years old ish hairdresser. Then we went on talking about how to best place you tent to avoid having it overflowed with water puddles if there would be loads of rain and how to best smuggle alcohol into the festival area.

Broder Daniel

2008-12-08T10:08:00.026+01:00

As you may know, I'm a music girl. As I usually describe it:

"Music is the soundtrack of my life"

This is why, I thought I should post a entry telling you about one of Gothenburgs most famous bands. They embody what in the rest of Sweden is know as "The Gothenburg Sound" which refers to a pop sound mainly because Gothenburg has been the hometown of many of our greatest indiepop acts. This band has meant so much to so many of us, it's your typcial growing up from teenager to a young adult type of band. They are named Broder Daniel (Brother Daniel). What, I assume, have given them so much love and fans are their straight forward "tell it like it is" attitude. They are the perfect mixture of good tunes and easy lyrics. The lyrics can come across as to easy or repetitive but the beauty in their lyrics is the way they tell so much by singing so little. A perfect example of less is more.

For me, Broder Daniel has meant a lot. They were the band played in the crazy house party days while jumping on couches, dancing and having fun with my friends. They were the band played walking to school or just walking around town. They were the band played late at night, while I was in my room, thinking, with a wide open window letting the November wind and night air in.

For me, they are the essence of Gothenbrug as much as Håkan Hellström(who used to be in the band but now got a wonderful solo career). Broder Daniel and their songs, is filled with memories.
They are all those carzy house parties and they are all the meltdowns locked into a strange bathroom where two best friends are sitting in an empty bathtub crying. They are the smaller get-togethers before a night out on the town, they are both the night bus and the morning train home. They are the music played on the tram rides to illegal nightclubs (when we were to young to go to the proper ones), they are the teenage rebellion, they are the ache of the first broken heart, they are the first kiss, they are the streets of Gothenburg at night walking home with my shoes in my hand. They are standing at the front of the scene, screaming along in all the lyrics. They are the first ever music festival. They are the parks of Gothenburg, at summer nights, filling up with with youngsters carrying bottles of wine and tape recorders playing.
They are my youth
They are the pain of growing up
They are the love of Gothenburg

The songs that meant the most
Out of this town - When you grow up you love Gothenburg, but we all need to realize that we at some point need to leave it completely to grow up. The tune of the song combines the feeling of love for the town as well as the sadness and longing to leave it. I wish I could fly away from here/Out of this town/I'd leave them all behind,/Where they are stuck/Waiting for life

Lovesick - is about being young and being in love or longing for love. Age is a big conncetion to how you look at love, how you see the future and your possibilities. In the song they sing It takes two, it takes two/to tango to tango/and I'm only 18 only 18/I'm moving on 19
Which refers to how it feels to be young and in love

When we were winning - is also about age and love, it's a bit about the sadness of looking back at the past. How sweet life was when they were 17 and a couple. Refering to the title is the time when they were young and carefree. The fact that when you grow up the world easily gets more gray and harder to handle in terms of thinking about the future, work and so on. Oh when we were seventeen/Oh life was like a film /When we were seventeen /The sky was always tangerine /We ran through streets at night /Under starlight /We ran through streets at night /When we were winning

Both Lovesick and When we were winning are song that tie in with the solo work of Håkan Hellström as the songs Vi två, 17 år (Us two, 17 years old) and Rock 'n' roll, blå ögon - igen (Rock 'n' roll, blue eyes - again). Where he also sings about, age, growing up and love.
In Vi två, 17 år he sings
Skyll dig själv, för folk vill gärna lära känna dig/Men nej, för jag har inte sett nån som dig än.../.../Vi är förlorade, vi två, sen vi var 17 år/Sen vi var 17 år
Which translates to You only got yourself to blame, because people would love to get to know you/ But Oh No, I haven't seen someone like you before.../.../We are lost, the two of us, since we turned 17 years old/Since we turned 17 years old
In Rock 'n' Roll, blå ögon - waiting for the perfect time to reveal his love and about looking back at his youth, feeling that like Broder Daniel sang "the sky was always tangerine" (in When we were winning) När tiden är rätt/ska jag plocka upp dig /och ta dig långt härifrån/Och jag var 18 år/18 år, för 10 år sen
Which translates to When the time is right/I'm going to pick you up/and take you far away from here/and I was 18 years old/18 years old, 10 years ago

Cruel Town - from the record with the same title is about the cruel town, which would be refering to Stockholm (Sweden´s capital) and is a perfect portrait of the younger brother-older brother complex that is and always has been between Stockholm, the biggest city, and Gothenburg, the second biggest city of Sweden. What makes people who come from Gothenburg like their hometown more that Stockholm (beside the pride of where you were born and raised) is that fact that Stockholm is so much more of a big city and the chock between the two, can create the impression of Stockholm being big, cruel or a place where no one cares(everyone just becomes a big gray mass of people). In the crowd of people/On the subway trains/No one looks into your eyes/In the park a junkie dies/.../Cruel town, it’s a cruel town/Cold people, cruel town/Cruel town, it’s a cruel town/If you fall, you stay down

Only life I know - Is about the town (Gothenburg) and about an ordinary life. Connections can be made to their song Work, but Only life I know is about all the things you do because you know nothing else. It's the only life I know/To wear the streets of this town/I wear down the sidewalks home/It's the only life I've learned/To wear down the sidewalks/Home of this old town

Work - Is about the feeling that life is just an endless circle of an ordinary boring life, it's the sort of song you listen to when you get ready for work. It makes you want to achieve more. I wake up every day feeling the same way/wake up every day feeling the same way/.../wake up every day/.../I gotta go to work, then hurry home/got to go to work, then hurry home/.../I gotta go to work/then hurry home/.../oh every day is just the same/oh every day is just the same

Burn heart burn - ties in with Work and Only life I know, it's about someone how is stuck in a routine and in desperation tries to forget and escape on the weekends. It's about how you get captured and may lose yourself to the routine of an ordinary life.You spend your days/At a dead end job/Where you just do/What you are told/And you come home/To an empty place/Fall asleep by the TV set/And on the weekend/You get all drunk/Try to escape/Till Monday comes/.../Why is it so we die just as copies/If it's so we're born originals

Sorrow - Broder Daniel, with their "tell it like it is" attitude, do sing a lot about love and love that's not recipient on the other persons end. This song is just about a misery of a love with no respond. there is a place I call sorrow/and there is a place I call sorrow/.../loneliness is so hard to me/and loneliness is so hard to me/it's so hard to me/and it's so hard to me/.../I carry a weight on my back/I carry a weight on my back/I have to carry all the weight/and how I need a helping hand/cause I carry all the weight

Superstar - Is a love song, about how you put the one you love on a pedestal and how that enhances your sadness when you realize that you'll never be a couple. the only one i loved, she was a superstar/.../I dream a dream that cant come true/I can never be with her/I dream a dream that cant come true

What clowns are we - It ties in to love as well as their thought about age and is just a straight forward song. What clowns are we/What clowns are we/Try to pretend do we/What clowns are we/.../What a game is love/What a game is love/What a game that brakes hearts/We`re made to play/.../And where do tears go/When they don`t show/Where do years go/We waste them so

Harden heart - Is a song about a bitter broken heart and the feeling, after gotten your heart broken, when your sadness turns into anger. I thought I was weak/But now I'm all steel/I thank no one/And no one thanks me/The more you pressure me/The stronger I get/Behind every cynic/Lies a bitter dreamer /.../Hardened heart, my heart is hard/Hardened heart, my heart is hard/Hardened heart can take no harm/Hardened heart, my heart is hard/Oh, my love/My heart is hard

I'll be gone - For me this is one of the best songs. When they sang it at their last performance ever (The music festival Way Out West, 2008) I thought about Anders Göthberg, from the band, who committed suicide that same spring. I also thought about the people I've lost and the once I've lost touch with. I thought about the pain of growing up, the love of Gothenburg and my past youth. This song has been played so many times, at so many different occasions sad as well as happy ones. I won't last long/soon I'll be gone/I won't last long/soon I'll be gone/../it's all the same to me/there's nothing to see it's all the same to me/.../there's nothing for me to be/what will happen to me/what will happen to me/although I'll soon be gone/I'll still think of you/oh I'll think of you/and I will soon be gone

The kids are alright - This is the typical Broder Daniel song, it's about age, the pain of growing about and are the essence of when you where 15 and went to the parks on summer nights to listen to music and hang out with the cool kids on the lawns. the kids are alright/the kids are alright/the kids are alright/I wanna feel brand new/.../I wanna be fifteen/I wanna be fifteen/I wanna be fifteen/'cause I'm sick inside/.../growing up is hard/growing up is hard/growing up is hard/the hardest thing

I'll end this off with three of the songs I just love, they are the ones we used to scream while jumping in a couches at a crazy house parties just an hour or so before the police came and shut the parties down (that always happen at the best parties).

Happy people never fantasize - Is all about the fact that if you are completely happy you have nothing to dream of or strive after. The song is a bit comforting, by meaning that it's ok to not feel perfectly happy all the time. you get so used to being sad/you never try to be glad/you get so used to being sad/oooh/.../but happy people never fantasize/happy people never fantasize/happy people never fantasize/.../oh I want to be a part/I look for love in a hollow heart/I want to be a part of something

Luke Skywalker - This was the first song I ever heard by Broder Daniel, so therefor it's special to me. It's in many ways their best party song, since you can scream at the top of your lungs to it. A lot of people don't like the way he sings in this song, but I think that it's a part of the song´s charm. The way he sings creates a greater meaning to the lyrics. I went to a dance/but I didn't get any friends/makes me a little sad inside/but I'm Luke Skywalker/oh yeah/oh yeah/I fell in love with a girl/but she had a boyfriend/I tried to get her for a while/but now I can't stand her anymore/'cause I'm Luke Skywalker/oh yes I am/I wanna be Luke Skywalker tonight

The name is Brother Daniel - This song is made for playing live, it's also the sort of song you sing really loudly with all your friends a summer night on the tram on the way home from a long night out on the town. our name is Brother Daniel/and we're alright, we're alright/we're alright yeah yeah yeah/.../we'd rather be gone/than nothing at all/we'd rather be messed up/than be nothing at all

To really get all of this I suggest that you download (I did not just write that) the songs and listen to them and check out the lyrics. After that, while listening to them ready all my descriptions of the songs and the parts of their lyrics which I've chosen. Then I guess it might all make a bit more sence to you.

If anyone would get stuck on Håkan Hellström, just post a comment with the title of your favourite Håkan Hellström song. That way I can discuss the meaning of the song and do a translation. Håkan Hellström has meant even more for me and Gothenburg than Broder Daniel. If a city could be a person, Håkan Hellström would be Gothenburg. I remeber a while back when one of my friends posted a picture on her blog showing the insanely large crowed going to Liseberg(our amusement park) to watch Håkan play live (he usually does that in September every year). She wrote this description to the picture "Today it was Gothenburg´s national day a.k.a. Håkan Hellström played at Liseberg"
That really gives you an idea of what he means around here...

Calm&Quite, Surprise - Weekend

2008-12-07T17:40:00.004+01:00

I've had the slowest weekend ever, I've been feeling a bit under the weather lately, so I just stayed home and got some quality time with myself, which was quite a nice change.

I've done quite a lot of research for my upcoming trip to Berlin. My parents always go on holidays with me just after New Years. So the plain is taking off on the 2th of January. The last few years have been on the theme "big or great cities". Last year we went to London and the year before that Edinburgh. This year it'll be Berlin.
On the list for the future, there has been discussions about New York, Rome and Milano.
So it's only to hold your fingers crossed and hope for the best...

I've also got some lyrics done. I've got a music project on the rise. I can't really spill more about it at the moment. But when it's ready, you won't know what hit you.
It's sort of a collaboration between me and two of my friends and it might take some time to put all the pieces together, so to speak.

Sweden, is cold but surprisingly not that rainy. I heard a wisper about better weather...

The Big Questions

2008-11-27T17:36:00.002+01:00

Hello darling youtubers,

This is the blog entry I was talking about in my latest video. Below in the comments I'd like you to ask me questions, post subjects or whatever you'd like. This is going to be the blog version of Morning Talk. I know it isn't as fun as videos and Morning Talk. But at the moment it is what I can manage.

Please feel free to write whatever you like in the comments and later on I'll pick out subjects and discuss them as I go along.

Crack the whip

2008-11-18T14:59:00.003+01:00

We got a new manger over at the event company. Her task is really just to keep track of the employees and make our schedules and things like that. Her main task, though, is to create an environment where we can preform our best (as we always should). She is taking this a bit seriously...
She has already announced that if one would turn up to work late, that a mistake you only make once i. e. you will be dropped.
She has formed a lot of new rules and are taking quite the nazi-like approach to being manger. A lot of the staff as gotten quite bad vibes from her.

I, however think that she will loosen up after a couple of weeks and are just carrying this approach for the first few weeks to demand some mixture of respect and fear from the staff.
Not sure what the outcome will be, but I'll keep you posted on it.

Song of the day: Cake - Take it all away

Who is Drizzlekid? Why does she 'goes London'?

2008-11-13T17:04:00.004+01:00

I guess since this is a brand new shiny blog I should kick it off with an introduction, it might be a bit boring to write, but I think that it'll help you (the readers) to put a lot of my anecdotes into a perspective.

I'm Swedish and live in Gothenburg, which is the second biggest city of Sweden (after the captial, Stockholm). This is the city where I'm born and raised, but it's under consideration if I should soon spread my wings and fly. I'd love to move to London, which is the city that holds a special place in my heart. Sometimes I feel, when waking up in the mornings, like I'm going to suffocate if I'd be forced to speak Swedish. In extension, that I can only fully express myself in English.

In Sweden one goes to school from the age of 6 or 7 until you are 18 or 19 (the age all depeneds on what time of the year you are born). This piles up to twelve years of education, where the last three years are with a certain direction. I went to a social studies programme, which ment I studied social studies, history, (language: Swedish & English for all of the 3 years and Italian and French for the first year as well), religion and philosophy and psychology to mention a few of my subjects. It's a general education that gives you the qualifications to search into almost any university of your pick (in Sweden).

I graduated after my twelve years in school, in June this year (2008). Some kids search for Uni straight away and go on with their studies at Uni the following autumn. I, however, did not feel like pushing myself into a 5 year Uni programme just for the sake of it.
I've chosen to get some work experience first, before heading for futher studies at Uni. Since I imagine that once graduated from Uni, to have previous work experience will give me an advantage when searching for a job.

The last term of school I worked at a record label, but when graduating from school I at the same time stoped working there. But I still miss the music, since I'm the kind of person who needs music to surive my day-to-day life. I have a night club, called London Gossip, which I run together with one of my friends. It keeps me engaged in the music scene, which I really need to be to feel alive.

At the moment I work full time job (8 to 5) at an advertising firm and part time job (5.30 to 9.30) at an event company. Since I'm currently working about 62 hours a week, I'm just spending my spare time with my friends and my boyfriend, just relaxing, hanging out and listening to music. I quite miss the days when I was in school, because I used to be a crazy clubkid and used to go to clubs about 3 times a week. On average I used to go to about 5 live gigs a week. (those where the days).
Now I might go out on Fridays or Saturdays (like normal people) and on average I'll go to about 2 live gigs a week.

As you might can tell music is a very big part of my life and my plans for the future is to get some sort of music management education at Uni and then head into the music industry. I still miss working on a record label like carzy. I miss the artist, the meetings and most of all I miss the demos and freshly printed cds and vinyls. I have a secret crush on demo bands, which create demos which have a lot of thought put into the tunes, lyrics and the appearance of the demo.

That should do for an intro, don't you think?

The song of the day: Dan le Sac vs Scroobius Pip - "Thou Shalt Always Kill"

Drizzlekid goes London

2008-11-12T17:38:00.004+01:00

So, why two blogs? you might be asking yourself. The answer is simple, since I already have a Swedish blog where I pour my heart out, I figured that having an English blogs as well would:

A.) Give all my friends, who do not speak swedish a chance to read whatever I like to write
B.) Since I'm no longer in school help me keep up with the English language (well at least the written part of it)

I ask you to have some patience with my English, since I'm not a native speaker of this fine language there might occur some grammatically incorrect sentences or errors in spelling. Please leave me a comment about it and it will be corrected. But bear with me on this one.

My song of the day is David Cronenberg's Wife - I do know

Would you forgive me no matter what I'd do?
Even if it made you physically sick