It doesn’t matter when you go to bed. Really. An hour here, three there.
What matters are those crucial minutes before dawn.
Everyone knows that.
And today I went up half-an-hour earlier than usual, “because that’s what we do every Tuesday”.
And all you can do is put a big smile on that face and go, “lovely”.
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Monday, February 9, 2009
Örebro mania
Big brother turned 30 beginning of last month and decided to take the boys up to Örebro to celebrate it all.
Kicked off with Paintball (humiliating team) and Sumo wrestling. Back to the hotel and der sauna+beer for some and football+beer for others (moi). Followed by dinner and nightclub.
Never saw a smile leave anyone's face.
But just before dinner-out was a go, we all gathered in the hotel-lobby to give Staffan his birthday present.
Kicked off with Paintball (humiliating team) and Sumo wrestling. Back to the hotel and der sauna+beer for some and football+beer for others (moi). Followed by dinner and nightclub.
Never saw a smile leave anyone's face.
But just before dinner-out was a go, we all gathered in the hotel-lobby to give Staffan his birthday present.
Friday, February 6, 2009
Thursday, February 5, 2009
Irony
Just as I put on my shoes with the plastic shoehorn I reflected about the absurdness in breaking it – while thinking about breaking it.
The loud crack quickly interrupted further thoughts about the subject.
I decided that from now on I would only think about living in NYC instead of this very, very snowy Stockholm.
Win/win.
The loud crack quickly interrupted further thoughts about the subject.
I decided that from now on I would only think about living in NYC instead of this very, very snowy Stockholm.
Win/win.
Up at dawn
Was out way too late yesterday (yes, Riche ♥) and only caught a half-decent four hour sleep.
But did that stop this new reinvented runner from completing his run this morning as a glorious comeback from yesterday's ’s disaster-decision? *
*It’s a very rhetorical question.
But did that stop this new reinvented runner from completing his run this morning as a glorious comeback from yesterday's ’s disaster-decision? *
*It’s a very rhetorical question.
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Didn’t run this morning
And I’ve felt appalled by myself the whole day. Like this burning ache that doesn’t leave your body. Or it does, but you keep scratching just to annoy/remind yourself.
Terrible decision.
It will never happen again.
Or if I manage to do it after work today – I might consider it.
Terrible decision.
It will never happen again.
Or if I manage to do it after work today – I might consider it.
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
Aquarius
Did I mention what my horoscope read about this year?
In very short summary for you who haven’t read about the constellations in last year's edition of Klick!
It’s my year.
Win/win.
In very short summary for you who haven’t read about the constellations in last year's edition of Klick!
It’s my year.
Win/win.
Friday, January 30, 2009
Another year aged
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.
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.
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.
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