I usually never care about age. A year here another one there.
Splendid.
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.
Friday, January 30, 2009
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.
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.
Aaa.
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.
Aaa.
Monday, January 26, 2009
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
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.
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
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?
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
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.
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.
Easy.
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.
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.
Easy.
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.
Saturday, December 13, 2008
Economy, football and smartness
Today we’re celebrating Lucia and it will be my fourth day in a row that I’m out. It is exactly as pathetic it sounds. Having more nights drunk than sober in a week isn’t admirable. Nor is it good for your economy.
Especially when the last two evenings has started at a restaurant, i.e. drinks cost. A lot.
And then we have the huge, global economic meltdown.
But it’s a price I’m willing to pay, cause it’s Lucia and El Clásico tonight.
Especially when the last two evenings has started at a restaurant, i.e. drinks cost. A lot.
And then we have the huge, global economic meltdown.
But it’s a price I’m willing to pay, cause it’s Lucia and El Clásico tonight.
Sunday, December 7, 2008
Bowling miracle
Was at Ballbreaker yesterday to celebrate Gustaf who turned 28.
Yes. He’s a very, very old man now. And yes, I’ll keep saying so for about one more month.
Anyway, what was really important about this evening wasn’t the splendid home-cooked lasagna (I’m surprised, Gustaf!), amazingly nice company or all the laughter’s that accompanied the night all the way to the very latest hours.
No, what was really important was what happened in the beginning when we were still at Ballbreaker’s.
That with my first touch, on my first try, with the very first throw of the evening, I hit an astonishingly beautiful strike.
Yes. He’s a very, very old man now. And yes, I’ll keep saying so for about one more month.
Anyway, what was really important about this evening wasn’t the splendid home-cooked lasagna (I’m surprised, Gustaf!), amazingly nice company or all the laughter’s that accompanied the night all the way to the very latest hours.
No, what was really important was what happened in the beginning when we were still at Ballbreaker’s.
That with my first touch, on my first try, with the very first throw of the evening, I hit an astonishingly beautiful strike.
Friday, December 5, 2008
And just at this moment
...it seems like it’s decided to have at least one beer. I’ll do one.
Check ✔!
Check ✔!
Out or not out
Am experiencing some difficult decisions. Some hard issues to confront.
Thing is. Tomorrow is Gustaf’s birthday and we will all go bowl during the day and after I've striked away he’s having some drinks at his place and we’ll probably head out afterwards. Fair enough. All good.
But whatabouttonight then. Well yes, that’s what’s troubling yours truly. Should I “just head our for a short little while, and head home very early" or "remain seated" at Erik’s. continue "doing nothing".
This is to be taken very seriously, I reckon.
That’s why I won’t leave it to none other than the hands of the one-and-only-master.
Chance, what do you say, is it my destiny to go out tonight or is it by sheer accident I’ll go out?
And remember, as far as we know it, despite what anyone else says about rebirth, reincarnation and yadi-yadi, (no one in the world really remembers their past life anyway) we only live once.
Thing is. Tomorrow is Gustaf’s birthday and we will all go bowl during the day and after I've striked away he’s having some drinks at his place and we’ll probably head out afterwards. Fair enough. All good.
But whatabouttonight then. Well yes, that’s what’s troubling yours truly. Should I “just head our for a short little while, and head home very early" or "remain seated" at Erik’s. continue "doing nothing".
This is to be taken very seriously, I reckon.
That’s why I won’t leave it to none other than the hands of the one-and-only-master.
Chance, what do you say, is it my destiny to go out tonight or is it by sheer accident I’ll go out?
And remember, as far as we know it, despite what anyone else says about rebirth, reincarnation and yadi-yadi, (no one in the world really remembers their past life anyway) we only live once.
Sunday, November 30, 2008
Friday, November 28, 2008
I’ll do one
Had dinner at 'the Frog' yesterday. Some sort of bye-bye dinner for Mats, who's flying back to Shanghai on Sunday.
Then we went to 'Riche' (just for a beer). And David got really excited and ordered more and more drinks and topped it with some Jaeger.
Then he left. He had to go up early. So did the others.
And only Mats and I were left after a while. Slightly bored.
So we went to 'Spy Bar'.
And danced. I never dance.
Then we went to 'Riche' (just for a beer). And David got really excited and ordered more and more drinks and topped it with some Jaeger.
Then he left. He had to go up early. So did the others.
And only Mats and I were left after a while. Slightly bored.
So we went to 'Spy Bar'.
And danced. I never dance.
Thursday, November 27, 2008
Underestimated
Lately I’ve been having a lot of…spare time, so to speak. Not doing anything forces a great deal of strange habits. Watching the Ellen Show to mention one.
Which isn’t so weird to be honest. It’s actually amongst the top talk shows in the US. Letterman, unquestionable first, Conan of course, the guy who fucked Ben Affleck, but I mean she beats Jaws by far.
So what’s so strange about it then one might ask and refer to my opening of this note.
Well. My friends and I were sitting talking, and for whatever reason the Ellen Show came up as topic of discussion. And everyone unanimously agreed she was a second-class talk show host and everyone who came to her show was either a second-class celeb, or being cruelly punished for something they’d done in their career, at a celeb-party or having humped the wrong spouse of someone top-exec somewhere.
And I quietly nod my head in agreement. Like a lousy, coward dog I didn’t step up (or spoke up) and told them they were wrong. That the Ellen show is actually one of the most underestimated shows in television and way better than Jaws and (probably) only beaten by a few better shows.
But I didn’t. I never want to experience that chap again.
So here’s her redemption. At a widely read blog. This one’s for you, Ellen.
You’re funny.
Which isn’t so weird to be honest. It’s actually amongst the top talk shows in the US. Letterman, unquestionable first, Conan of course, the guy who fucked Ben Affleck, but I mean she beats Jaws by far.
So what’s so strange about it then one might ask and refer to my opening of this note.
Well. My friends and I were sitting talking, and for whatever reason the Ellen Show came up as topic of discussion. And everyone unanimously agreed she was a second-class talk show host and everyone who came to her show was either a second-class celeb, or being cruelly punished for something they’d done in their career, at a celeb-party or having humped the wrong spouse of someone top-exec somewhere.
And I quietly nod my head in agreement. Like a lousy, coward dog I didn’t step up (or spoke up) and told them they were wrong. That the Ellen show is actually one of the most underestimated shows in television and way better than Jaws and (probably) only beaten by a few better shows.
But I didn’t. I never want to experience that chap again.
So here’s her redemption. At a widely read blog. This one’s for you, Ellen.
You’re funny.
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Whose bitch
Been doing laundry all day long. That includes both my brother's and my dirty undies.
In shifts with my own comfortableness I've been transporting myself down all seven floors and hanging, washing and separating white from color and what temperature each item can handle (I've even folded his socks).
Like a sweet, loyal, submissive housewife to a rich baron in the late 19th century.
And who says men can't be anyone's bitch outside a prison?
In shifts with my own comfortableness I've been transporting myself down all seven floors and hanging, washing and separating white from color and what temperature each item can handle (I've even folded his socks).
Like a sweet, loyal, submissive housewife to a rich baron in the late 19th century.
And who says men can't be anyone's bitch outside a prison?
Saturday, November 22, 2008
Glad I’m alive
Usually I run at least five times a week, and most of the times I complete them during the weekdays (i.e. weekends off). This week was slightly different.
I've been absurdly jetlagged, and this Tuesday I was in the same shape as a decapitated man and simply caved in skipped the run. And Friday was a gruel tired-day where I spent the entire day horizontal. But I knew I had to reimburse for the long lost runs this weekend.
I woke up piss-early today and geared up. Today was the long run. Then I looked outside. Blizzard. "But then again, how cold can it be", I brightly thought to myself and went out.
After five meters the snow drenched me and I froze to ice with every step I took, and the rest of the one-hour run was horrific.
Not the run itself, that went surprisingly well.
But my hands. I didn’t wear gloves and it proved to be my first poor decision of the day. When I returned I couldn’t even get my keys out and my brother had to open the door and attend to me.
The hot water I poured over my iced hands turned out to be the second poor decision and I knew amputation was close.
As luck turned out, I haven’t had to amputate and football is on the menu.
God bless ‘white’ weekends.
I've been absurdly jetlagged, and this Tuesday I was in the same shape as a decapitated man and simply caved in skipped the run. And Friday was a gruel tired-day where I spent the entire day horizontal. But I knew I had to reimburse for the long lost runs this weekend.
I woke up piss-early today and geared up. Today was the long run. Then I looked outside. Blizzard. "But then again, how cold can it be", I brightly thought to myself and went out.
After five meters the snow drenched me and I froze to ice with every step I took, and the rest of the one-hour run was horrific.
Not the run itself, that went surprisingly well.
But my hands. I didn’t wear gloves and it proved to be my first poor decision of the day. When I returned I couldn’t even get my keys out and my brother had to open the door and attend to me.
The hot water I poured over my iced hands turned out to be the second poor decision and I knew amputation was close.
As luck turned out, I haven’t had to amputate and football is on the menu.
God bless ‘white’ weekends.
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Eerie thoughts
I think a lot. Some people think I think too much. But that’s alright. People can think what they want about my thinking.
The thing is lately; I’ve been having some weird, nasty thoughts that I tend to fulfill (the story about what whatever subject or matter) in my head once they pop up.
I’m not talking about reaching a closure on every thought or so, but annoying enough to make you feel like a creep.
A friend popped the every-guy-must-answer-question the other day, what would you rather do: blow a guy or get stripped in the ass by a guy, until ejaculation on both of course.
And I started contemplating about the options, I don’t mean giving any serious thought which answer (ass, of course), but picturing myself in the situations…
Or whenever old couples pass me by, I can wonder if they still have sex, then I get all eerie pictures in my head of their naked bodies colliding while still strapped to their wheelchairs…
Must. Stop. Now.
The thing is lately; I’ve been having some weird, nasty thoughts that I tend to fulfill (the story about what whatever subject or matter) in my head once they pop up.
I’m not talking about reaching a closure on every thought or so, but annoying enough to make you feel like a creep.
A friend popped the every-guy-must-answer-question the other day, what would you rather do: blow a guy or get stripped in the ass by a guy, until ejaculation on both of course.
And I started contemplating about the options, I don’t mean giving any serious thought which answer (ass, of course), but picturing myself in the situations…
Or whenever old couples pass me by, I can wonder if they still have sex, then I get all eerie pictures in my head of their naked bodies colliding while still strapped to their wheelchairs…
Must. Stop. Now.
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Post Vegas…
After a splendid time over in the big country far east, Sweden seems (if possible) even smaller than usually. It has taken me about two days just to adjust to actually being at home again. Well home.
At my brother’s apartment where he’s kind enough to let me crash on the bed-sofa.
But it works perfectly fine; after all, it’s only temporarily.
I plan to leave the country before soon.
At my brother’s apartment where he’s kind enough to let me crash on the bed-sofa.
But it works perfectly fine; after all, it’s only temporarily.
I plan to leave the country before soon.
Sunday, November 9, 2008
Time difference
Been sitting in front of my computer and doing some work (ok, idiotically hung-over too of course) for a few hours. Erik and Gustav have been sleeping in the two beds in our room and the rest of the gang has probably been on the ferry to see the statue of liberty. Again.
Then I decided just now to head out to town “it’s such a lovely weather and we are in New York after all".
And precisely now, Erik told me it was eight pm.
I thought (was pretty damn sure) it was around two-ish.
That’s six hours of wrong.
But at least we took a stroll in Central Park this morning, so I don’t feel too bad about it.
Then I decided just now to head out to town “it’s such a lovely weather and we are in New York after all".
And precisely now, Erik told me it was eight pm.
I thought (was pretty damn sure) it was around two-ish.
That’s six hours of wrong.
But at least we took a stroll in Central Park this morning, so I don’t feel too bad about it.
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
NYC boy
It’s amazing. I feel so at home here. I think it might be home. In another life I must have lived here. And to connect to my past-life I should therefore live here again. That simple.
We started our first day at an English sport bar and watched Champions League. Soon Oskar, Peter and Per with his American wife Melissa joined.
Then we taxi’d around town to experience the craziness of election night and to be a part of history.
Nutty Americans consumed with alcohol and high on patriotism in public areas and hidden away places.
I just love my imminent hometown.
We started our first day at an English sport bar and watched Champions League. Soon Oskar, Peter and Per with his American wife Melissa joined.
Then we taxi’d around town to experience the craziness of election night and to be a part of history.
Nutty Americans consumed with alcohol and high on patriotism in public areas and hidden away places.
I just love my imminent hometown.
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