Re: bye.

Now, this is the last time I will write on this blog.

It is strange how my inspiration for creating this blog was after seeing my old flute teacher in March 2006. Now it's August 2007, and I met her again - today. It is about time I finish this blog off. Not that the incidents are in any way connected. She did not tell me to do so. She doesn't even use the computre. But. It feels right, somehow.

I've got myself this place for now:

momo et toi

where i've attempted to write more story-like.
and you thought it was over? Haha, my blogging days are far from over...

Thoughts from a house(dotter)wife

Never go onto internet before bedtime. I never learn.
I was just suppose to check my email. Just. Then I saw a long email that my buddy in Brussels sent me (the mere fact that I have a buddy makes me smile). She wrote this long email suggesting which modules for me to take, and p.s. bring an umbrella, and p.ss. bring old clothes and shoes for their traditional "TB".

TB? What's a TB? I asked her. I have a eerie feeling it's like egg-throwing or some thing in those lines. I've heard of some wild stuff Belgian students do, apparently there it is REAL crazy.

Somehow I ended up on flickr, and started re-arranging and organizing my photos. I think I live a hasty life. I update without even commenting. Such head-ache now after 3000+ photos. I nearly deleted them all. Then start over. But. When I started looking at the old photos, I was awed! Things were so different back then, and I couldn't do it. However, I do need to start being more qualitative. Quantity makes my head spin.

And now with my new video camera... GOD. What am I going to do? The sheer size of videos will kill the high-tech operations. The pain. The gain?

Back to baking maybe. I was very successful today in making a birthday cake for my mom, and this italian bread. I also made pasta sallad for lunch and took Mimmi out for a bike-ride and picnic. AND I grilled. Like a house-wife, without the marriage. Perhaps a house-daughter. Wow. That's a new word I think I'll rather not use again.

because we're here for changes

Wow, I'm like properily restructuring my whole virtual existence. Advancement in technology such as picasaweb for photos cannot be ignored. I shall know use it for the majority of my photo uploads. I will keep flickr for my more artistic ones. As for blogging. The coming year deserves its own existence, so I shall be leaving here for a while. Big changes in belgian housing, screw that other place (due to unreliable ownership), I managed to convince my initial choice to pick me! The owner (a chinese guy) did not want to give the place to me because of my short lease, however I insisted. And it's so worth it. I shall probably never ever find another place so beautiful. Smack in the middle of old town, cute little building, my room with a loft.

Here's a very high-tech kind of slide show that people have nowadays :)

I'm riding on a heat wave!

It's good to know when you're in a good phase. Yesterday spent a beautiful day driving out to Lidingö with Emelie and rediscovering photography and swedish bryggor. Today I went to see a awfully funny movie with Julian, "Knocked up", which really makes you think about having a baby (or not having one). Then, just a two hours I ago I finally made up my mind to take this studio in Brussels! After sending Nathalie to see more or less 10 different places, I've finally settled! It's by far the newest one, with own bathroom and kitchen, and in a perfect location. As Nat's email put it:

"Near (10 mins away, that is) the very posh and expensive area of Avenue Louise and Toison D’Or where you can find all the designer shops, lots of ‘terraces’ and bars/food places. The actual street Jean d’Ardenne is a normal city street and the building of flats doesn’t look amazing from outside, but inside the rooms are lovely! There are 9 rooms in the house, mostly taken by students, both Belgian and international."

So, this time I will really be alone! With my own flat! Much better than sharing, even if it will cost me bomb.. 425 euro/month.. but I'm determined to find a part-time job so it will be ok. Also, much hassle with housing is that they're not very keen on international students coming and going, so I'm very lucky to get a lease of 5 months.. if by any chance I do end up getting a job in Paris in January. But with my own flat, I will really be free. The mere thoughts makes me a tingly inside.

Here's some photos:


My own kitchen!!

yeah.. not very beautiful building.. but at least it's clean. you should have seen some of the other houses!

The first signs of senile-ity

Oof. I should sleep. Everything about me is schrieking for sleep and rest, but somehow I can't make myself turn this computer of and crawl into my bed 0.5m away from me.

Last night was perfect, undoubtedly the reason for anticlimax the following day. We celebrated Simon's birthday in style and ventured into a realm of partying with younger siblings. It does make you feel old, yet not older than them because they seem to have caught up now or maybe we just stopped growing. At least definietly physically, as proven by Simon tackling me and Emelie with his unstoppable strength. But it was rather fun. And sometime later, considerably much more happier, I convinced the bouncer of Chinateatern that we're on the guestlist for their eminent nightclub. Once inside I thought I was in Berzilii, and continued thinking so for the rest of the night till we re-emerged into the sunlight at 4am with a bit more packing, and I was like "wow, we are by Berns!"

But even the morning was grand. Waking up in St.Eriksplan with Vurma just next door where food was consumed sitting in the fresh air, and walking around in the sun till we stumbled upon the best Myrorna in town where I bought new shoes, belt, bag and cardigan.. is a good ending to a good night. So, goodnight.

Sheepish thoughts

I saw a dead sheep today. It was very bizarre. As me and my dad walked back to the university after lunch in Stora Skuggan (my childhood wood) we passed by a big field where there was a bunch of sheep loose, and one dead on the ground. Some teenagers proceeded to lift it into a truck. They asked us we saw four men dressed in work-men clothes. Apparently the sheep was scared to death by those people. How sick. I never knew sheep could die of fear. Guess we learn something every day.

There is something very special about sheep. A bit Haruki Murakami "Wild Sheep Chase". They are very fateful objects that kind of creep me out. There eyes are so dull, it is like they're not really real. I'm not sure I like them.

I also discovered that I may have necrophobia. Dead things really scare me. I couldn't go near the sheep, and if I was in the teenager's position I don't think I could lift the dead sheep into the car. I'm not sure if this is because I've seen too little of death (a part from the nightmare on Iceland with the beach covered in bird bodies), but surely most people can still remain calm. I can't. This little panicky feeling starts to grow...

Well, our lives are too sheltered I guess. Hopefully I will never have to handle a dead body. Ever.

let's do hope things happen twice.

One whole month since I updated last. Time DOES fly. I had so much free unwanted time during revision, and once the last exam was done I was crazying. First turning into my 2o years of age, and then nearly two weeks of continuous intoxication for celebration and goodbyes. I barely had time to rest my feet at home, before it was time for Roskilde.

Roskilde. What a experience. I've got so much to write about it, but I think I will save it later and express myself video style. I think if there was utter freedom, that's something close. But there are always constraints, such as rain and its consequences: mud. I don't really mind not having water, electricity and bed. As long as I'm free and have don't have to worry. My mind has really slacked.. all over my head there is a big blinking CHILL. Maybe a bit too much.

Now, continuing from my last entry. I will be on my way to Iceland very soon. I just wish I could make things last a bit longer, a bit stronger, and bit more clearer. The twenty year old head is a hazy little thing. Only The Flaming Lips un-numbed me and I was properly alive and crying. Nothing else seems to touch me too much. Am I growing old and cold? How exciting.