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I'm not really that homesick, but it's a beautiful song.

This is Leonard Lonnborg and Clara Mauritz

God. Damn. Seriously.

Home ♡

Didn't miss Sweden today. Then I watched this. Thank you Hanna for the sending the video and Riccardo Tagliabue, for making it.


Stockhome from Riccardo Tagliabue on Vimeo.

Some of my best friends are in Munich for Fredrik's bachelor party

I miss them very very much.

Good times in Stockholm

On my last evening in Stockholm we ate crayfishes once again. It was the third time during my vacation. We love that.

For some reason I started taking pictures only after they'd cleared the table of our lovely red fuckers, but this is Bjorn and Martin.

Mattias, Claes and Tess.

Victoria won the most stunning contest that evening. Erik, Filip and Victor shared the last spot.

"Naaaaw. So cute"

Patriotic? Yes. Will you cry? Most fucking definitely.

Ok it might be 10 min long and that might scare you, but I double dare you to watch this and not sob afterwards. It's not a good decision to try to talk to me even now, 10 min after I've seen it. Just got a little something in my eye.

Lé best crayfish party eva

So I came back to Sweden this Friday for the first time in 9 months and it was a bliss. Even though my bag didn't make my flight I was beyond excited.

My friends and I went straight to my country house in the best archipelago in the whole wide world.

Sitting by the water aaaaaall Saturday was beyond pretty much everything. I SWAM IN THE OCEAN. (I haven't done that since 2007). This is buff Johan by the way.

We were also lucky enought to catch th best weather in the history of Swedish history.

More people arrived and we started making it pretty for the evening's festivities.

Fred and Petti.

Erik and the best (only) view you want.

Then we sat down and enjoyed all the balloons I had blown up.

Nom nom nom nom nom. Classe and Richard.

Eating, drinking, partying with your best friends like this is exactly, exactly, exactly what I needed. Mattias and Gustaf.

Best part is that it was probably the best weekend ever.

And best party that continued all through the lovely night. Tres fucking bien this is how home coming should always be.

I'm leaving for Sweden today

t's been 9 months since my last visit. I've never been away for so long at once before in my entire life.
I can't even begin to describe how excited I am.
GHAAAA!

Yes, updates will be severely poorly during this time.

Awesome Tiger

My animal has always been crocodile. Cause it is the most awesome animal in the world. My brothers animal has always been the tiger. This is for you bro. Can't wait to see you. The pic is from none othr than awesome Jon. You should check out his latest blog. It's about animals. Awesome animals. Awesome.

Off to Vegas

Going to meet up with my lovely, lovely, lovely friends. Pretty much everyone is coming. Since I missed London due to the fucking volcano, this is some sort of comfort. I'd obviously had preferred both, but you can't always get what you want here in life. It will be tres tres tres bien!

This is 100% me: (god damn! he was beautiful)

I don't care I posted this a while ago - it's always ok to post/watch this commercial: because it is the greatest commercial of all time

It brings back memories sweeter than honey.
Amsterdam
Jon & Barry.
Our apartment. Five steep, steep flights of stairs and no elevator.
The office. The move.
The room.
28 Weeks Later.
Insanity.
Rikki.
Proactive.
Wall of photos.
Johnny, Nadege, Dan, Mini-Martin, Xtina.
Martin.
Aouh.
Football.
No balls, no brilliance.

DECISIONS

Bachelor party in Munich on September 17th.
Wedding on October 2nd.
Who da fuck schedules these two things so you can't combine one trip and catch both.
I missed last year's bachelor party and I don't like to make it a habit.

I also want to go back to Stockholm sometime during the summer too. Because I like the Swedish summer.

PLUS - we can't forget the looming annual trip to Vegas during 4th of July.

Who is made of money nowadays.

Fuck.

Just as Lost

Everything ends.
And you have to let go.
This is just also beautiful, agree with the dude who sent it, "this soundtrack is the new requiem for a dream soundtrack. coming to a trailer near you." We should always listen to more soundtracks.

Swedish invasion again

Don't expect to much from me here. I'll be out on the battlefield. Dodging bullets, serving drinks, drinking beer. Couldn't be happier that Erik + very much more are here.

I am the most depressed man in New York

I have been planning for and looking forward to this trip for three months. No detail's been too insignificant. Still remember annoying the shit out of my friends from back home about which outfit to wear, plans for day activities and how (where) we'd see all the football games (rustic British pubs). I've just been beyond excited. New and different goosebumps discoveries every day.

Don't miss Stockholm that much but am dying to see my friends. This was the perfect opportunity. Molly & Thomas epic 30-year old party in London that everyone was going to. No must-do's (like going home means) just enjoy being guest and spend time with the people you love the most. All while having the best time of your entire life. Funny (not really) how I was texting Erik on my way up Broadway to meet Ludde and Philip for beers yesterday and just contemplated on that exact fact; wonderful night in New York with good friends - but that all I could think of was that I was soon so soon in London with them.

Then fucking Eyjafjallajökull woke up. Big time. Then I. With a clustered inbox. Nothing made sense. Volcano. Ash. Planes. Airport. Fucked. Iceland. WTF!?! First I couldn't even grasp it. Whatthefuckisgoingon. And why. Then I slowly started to understand that the trip would probably be canceled and mentally started preparing for not going (this is the worse part). But I still brought my damn bag to the office - optimism travels with me. Called the airline, who - this is true - two hours before I had to leave the office gave me green light. "Your flight is scheduled to depart. You're good to go, Mr. Beckett." Well thank you very god damn much, I remember thinking before I was absolutely crazily amped up again. Motherfuckingyeshurrah! Started texting, chatting and typing emails quicker than a shagging rabbit - and again true story - seriously thought I was going. I am now mentally already traveling, touched ground and sitting in a shady pub anywhere in London with my friends drinking pints of beer. Just a minor physical transportation was now required.

Five minutes before I should've left the office I called them again - just to verify - not to ask - that all was going OK and that my flight was still departing as miraculously planned.

How to find/buy/wear a perfect vintage leather jacket

He came, he saw, he conquered. Miss you already Fred.

Packaged (bachelor) food

Robinho and I

Having hard time typing this down without concealing my anger/frustration/disappointment. The mammoth football tournament of the year; Tåpajen, is taking off as usual this year and I have proudly been representing AC Fruktkaka, past years winners; I was the posthumous winner while I was in Shanghai, and was eagerly looking forward to rejoin my brothers in arms.
Then it happened. Just like it must have felt for Robinho a year ago. Drafted from Los Merengues, winner-mentality Real Madrid to some blueberries from the shore of Manchester; – Tre Älgar, in the very last second. I’m crushed. Just like Man City, it will probably take a year before more stars; within Robinho’s caliber arrive to Tre Älgar. I’m absolutely gutted.

World's cutest Bonnie

Courtesy of aunt Anna. I think she's the only thing I miss from home. Like, really miss.

#1 girl in the world