Friday, January 30, 2009

Another year aged

I usually never care about age. A year here another one there.
But this year feels different (besides the fact that it's gonna be the best year ever, of course) it's also gonna be the first year ever when I'm closer to 30 than 25. Some disagree with this, but to me 27 evens out to 25.
I'm very uncertain about this whole 28-thing though.
That I have to admit.
But who knows what to come?
Not me.
Not you.
Ok, I lied, I do.
It's gonna be awesome. Welcome to a year of awesomeness.

Now football.

Today is my birthday

I'm soon slipping into my dancing shoes and putting on my finest smile to wear.
Come dance with me tonight.

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

Couldn't wait...

Fred called and asked if I wanted to have dinner with him. And yes, I wanted to.
We talked and talked about which restaurant to visit but all options felt slim, boring or served something none of us sought after and of course, neither of us wanted to take a proper decision either.
Then we both decided that "why not make it really simple for us".
So we popped in here.

Monday, January 26, 2009

Reservations made!

Friday will be a glorious day. I will spend the evening here.
I feel much better now.

Some days…

…are harder than others to motivate your "choice" of residence.

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

London driving

Traffic coming from the right is something you will:
A) Get used to.

Monday, January 19, 2009

Don’t just sit there; you're in London - do something

Arrived today and everything was just as when I left it. Not raining, but a constant drizzling that keeps the streets wet and the weather was just slightly colder than you wish to remember.
Aa how I love London.
Rushed to my first meeting that turned out to be postponed. The assistant hadn’t told me that the main man had left a day earlier and I told her it was fine, don’t worry about it and went to the nearest café to drain my sorrows where no one would notice. A half-nice latte and Esquire was my company.
I didn’t want to ponder the streets with my luggage and Kongo didn’t finish until very much later. So I remained for a while.
And after a good four hours I decided the ‘while’ was over, a cup of coffee can only keep the baristas satisfied for so long, and left for the nearest tube-station.
Another good two hours later I had finally found the Kings Cross-station and was finally on the right line directed home to see Kongo and Josefine.
After a communication error (who the hell changes the direction of a train halfway!?) I got off and changed train/line again. This time on the even more right one than the previous.
They greeted me with warm smiles and hot pad-thai as I arrived and stepped into their apartment and all of the sudden it felt very easy to forget about any disturbance you might have experienced during this long day.
I love London. And it’s gonna be an awesome trip.

Saturday, January 17, 2009


We obviously listen to this now .

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

The most annoying meeting. Ever

Did my daily morning run (which for some weird reason has shifted to a bit more early-mid-day time) and it happened. Again. It always happens when I run. All. The. Fucking. Time.
You are alone on your run. Nothing but vast road ahead of you.
Then a someone emerges in front of you and from a distance you see someone else approaching towards you. By now, I try to stay calm cause I know what awaits.
And here it doesn't matter if the person/s is/are running/walking/standing still.
It never fails.
Just as you're about to pass the person in front of you the approaching person/s has/have caught up with you.
And you all pass it each other on the exact same, crowded spot. Like a very tight entrance to a store on x-mas sale. No one steps away; only pushes forward their own direction.
Does this ever happen to you too?

Sunday, January 11, 2009

Find the none-athlete body:

Tuesday, January 6, 2009

And the award for ugliest sports-wear of all time, goes to:

Handball goalie.
Not just for ’09, but for any year, any day.No, there is nothing right about these images.

Thursday, January 1, 2009

All is quiet on New Years day

"I don't really know Christian, but I heard he's really, really funny. We almost competed to have him at the table - is he fun, Sophie?"

And like that is the standard and expectations set when I'm outside to have some fresh air while the others do their best to inhale bad. The dinner and party was absolutely amazing. Much better than expected, which isn't hard, cause I hadn't any.
But that's besides the point. Top three New Years eve.
It was fun even though people had some weird assumptions about me. Ok, if you're funny. But who's ever funny on demand like that.

"Say something funny. Go on!"

Felt the responsibility to take the role as a mild clown. I started thinking when I usually consider myself a smile.
Like when relaxed.
But that's usually amongst men. Men that I know. Men I feel comfortable with. And then I joke about myself. Not in a flattering way.
And now, here I was, out in nowhere with (some) people I just met and now I was supposed to be funny. By demand. Or expectations.
But it went alright I guess. I ignored the pressure by cheering the evening away.