2011, what a year!
As today is 30 December I thought it would be appropriate to summarize the year that in 28 hours will be over.
JANUARY
Started the year working at Micky Finn's. The very same night I got to know Mark Smith, a legendary charmin English guy who became a very close friend in the city of Christchurch and whom I hung out with more or less every day.
FEBRUARY
My sister Erica travelled all the way to New Zealand and we met in person for the first time since 5 July 2010. The same day, ironically, my high school friend Erika and her boyfriend also made their way to the land of the long white cloud, and we all stayed at Kelsey's apartment, whom I lived with in Christchurch. Mid February I moved back to Auckland and started uni again. Two days after leaving Christchurch a 6.3 earthquake struck and killed 181 people.
One of my first days back in Auckland I made small talk in the courtyard to an American boy with a cap and sun glasses on. He, Christopher, soon became a very good friend of mine. His flatmates turned out to be great people as well, and I soon began to hang out in their apartment about as much as I did in my own.
One of my own flatmates, Christian from Germany who was traveling when I moved in at Wellesley Student Apartments, turned out to be a cool dude. Faith brough us together a few months earlier though, as he contacted me with a million of questions regarding New Zealand as he was about to move there. Neither of us though we'd end up living in the same apartment with our bedrooms right next to each other.
MARCH
Wanted out of the big city, so myself and my German friend Mario (whom I share the love for sarcasm with) packed our bags, borrowed a tent and wrote signs saying "COROMANDEL" and went hitch hiking for a weekend. We ended up seeing more than we thought we would, and had a great time traveling.
APRIL
Two weeks after that we went on another mission: Tongariro National Park in which we did a 12 hour hike which included climbing a 2300 km mountain. Myself, Eirik, Andy, Stephanie, Mario, and a couple more people suffered though the agonizing hike together. Well, it was agonizing for me at least.
The mid-break in April was not as exciting as the previous one in September 2010, but I spend two weeks house and cat sitting in the beautiful area of Mission Bay.
In April I also bought my tickes back to Sweden, and therefore made it official that I was coming back.
MAY
An interest for electronic music deleoped iunside of me. I blame German and American Chris.
I also went to my first Auckland Blues rugby game, my final exams took place and I was freaking out about being accepted to Linneaus University in Växjö, I wanted to go there so badly! In May I also hung out in Kingsland a lot with all the lovely ladies, which resulted in a lot of wine, lots of great people and many good memories.
JUNE
My final two weeks in New Zealand I spent most of my time in apartment 2E and partying.
27 June Tomo and Lua went to the airport with me and I sais my final good bye's. It wasn't easy, and I spent several hours on the flights from AKL to LA and from LA to London crying. I did however recover as Klara picked me up in Copenhagen on the 28th and I realized it was, in the end, nice to be back.
JULY
I spent basically the whole month hanging out with people whom I hadn't met for about a year, which cheered me up. I also went to Copenhagen for a few days to hang out with Elin.
AUGUST
Moved into my current apartment in Växjö as I started studying here.
SEPTEMBER
Got my job at the student pub.
OCTOBER
Nothing in particular happened really except from my family coming up to Växjö to celebrate my 20th birthday.
NOVEMBER
Linnéa Porathe came to Växjö - reunion!
DECEMBER
Went to the Netherlands to see Esme and Dominik which was great!
In summary, my 2011 consisted of 6 very intense and exciting months, and 6 less intensive and exciting. However I am pleased with what has been and I hope 2012 will have at least as much to offer. Over n' out.
JANUARY
Started the year working at Micky Finn's. The very same night I got to know Mark Smith, a legendary charmin English guy who became a very close friend in the city of Christchurch and whom I hung out with more or less every day.
FEBRUARY
My sister Erica travelled all the way to New Zealand and we met in person for the first time since 5 July 2010. The same day, ironically, my high school friend Erika and her boyfriend also made their way to the land of the long white cloud, and we all stayed at Kelsey's apartment, whom I lived with in Christchurch. Mid February I moved back to Auckland and started uni again. Two days after leaving Christchurch a 6.3 earthquake struck and killed 181 people.
One of my first days back in Auckland I made small talk in the courtyard to an American boy with a cap and sun glasses on. He, Christopher, soon became a very good friend of mine. His flatmates turned out to be great people as well, and I soon began to hang out in their apartment about as much as I did in my own.
One of my own flatmates, Christian from Germany who was traveling when I moved in at Wellesley Student Apartments, turned out to be a cool dude. Faith brough us together a few months earlier though, as he contacted me with a million of questions regarding New Zealand as he was about to move there. Neither of us though we'd end up living in the same apartment with our bedrooms right next to each other.
Except from all the new people at WSA whom I became good friends with I also got to know some people who stayed there before at the same time as I did, but whom I never really got to know that good. Tomo, Tash, Hailey, Mak, Elise, Sarah, Natalie, Lua, and the list goes on (and it goes on and on and on).
MARCH
Wanted out of the big city, so myself and my German friend Mario (whom I share the love for sarcasm with) packed our bags, borrowed a tent and wrote signs saying "COROMANDEL" and went hitch hiking for a weekend. We ended up seeing more than we thought we would, and had a great time traveling.
APRIL
Two weeks after that we went on another mission: Tongariro National Park in which we did a 12 hour hike which included climbing a 2300 km mountain. Myself, Eirik, Andy, Stephanie, Mario, and a couple more people suffered though the agonizing hike together. Well, it was agonizing for me at least.
The mid-break in April was not as exciting as the previous one in September 2010, but I spend two weeks house and cat sitting in the beautiful area of Mission Bay.
In April I also bought my tickes back to Sweden, and therefore made it official that I was coming back.
MAY
An interest for electronic music deleoped iunside of me. I blame German and American Chris.
I also went to my first Auckland Blues rugby game, my final exams took place and I was freaking out about being accepted to Linneaus University in Växjö, I wanted to go there so badly! In May I also hung out in Kingsland a lot with all the lovely ladies, which resulted in a lot of wine, lots of great people and many good memories.
JUNE
I finished all of my exams and was officially DONE with my Certificate at Auckland University of Technology. The last two weeks were excruciating as I wasn't sleeping, not eating properly, studying all the time and I was worried out of my mind about my grades. It did turn out well however and I did good on all of my exams.
My final two weeks in New Zealand I spent most of my time in apartment 2E and partying.
27 June Tomo and Lua went to the airport with me and I sais my final good bye's. It wasn't easy, and I spent several hours on the flights from AKL to LA and from LA to London crying. I did however recover as Klara picked me up in Copenhagen on the 28th and I realized it was, in the end, nice to be back.
JULY
I spent basically the whole month hanging out with people whom I hadn't met for about a year, which cheered me up. I also went to Copenhagen for a few days to hang out with Elin.
Except from that, I got my letter of acceptance from Linnaeus University, and the search for an apartment began..
AUGUST
Moved into my current apartment in Växjö as I started studying here.
SEPTEMBER
Got my job at the student pub.
OCTOBER
Nothing in particular happened really except from my family coming up to Växjö to celebrate my 20th birthday.
NOVEMBER
Linnéa Porathe came to Växjö - reunion!
DECEMBER
Went to the Netherlands to see Esme and Dominik which was great!
In summary, my 2011 consisted of 6 very intense and exciting months, and 6 less intensive and exciting. However I am pleased with what has been and I hope 2012 will have at least as much to offer. Over n' out.
Calorie count: 10 000 000
Just struck me that I've been consuming a lot today since I woke up. Well, no wonder really regarding the Christmas party at work last night. Things went pretty crazy. However, since I woke up I've eaten:
1 omelette with leek and tomatoes
1 portion potato gratin
1 rye sandwich with caviar
1 (whole) fish gratin
1/2 pack of marie crackers
1 risifrutti (rice meal sort of)
0,83 cl of coke
2 glasses of lemonade
A few nibbles of Venco Salmiak Rondo's (Dutch liquorice)
..and counting. Considering seconds of potato gratin. Might even throw in some herring as well?
Tomorrow I shall eat sushi until I burst. Oh yeah, I might even bring some home and just live out of it for a few days. Ah, if only there was a good sushi diet. Great food and weight loss, oh heaven!
1 omelette with leek and tomatoes
1 portion potato gratin
1 rye sandwich with caviar
1 (whole) fish gratin
1/2 pack of marie crackers
1 risifrutti (rice meal sort of)
0,83 cl of coke
2 glasses of lemonade
A few nibbles of Venco Salmiak Rondo's (Dutch liquorice)
..and counting. Considering seconds of potato gratin. Might even throw in some herring as well?
Tomorrow I shall eat sushi until I burst. Oh yeah, I might even bring some home and just live out of it for a few days. Ah, if only there was a good sushi diet. Great food and weight loss, oh heaven!
Insha'Allah
Love rant
I'm becoming more and more aware of my emotional handicap. No, not as in "scarred by a mean boyfriend" or anything like that, I'm just not that very good when it comes to emotions and it seems to be a fact known to most of my friends.
However, I was working last week and this really really really cute and nice guy starts flirting with me. A lot. I usually don't like it when people do that to me when I'm working, so when this guy asked me for my number I just told him a straight up "No". Well he kept on hanging out at the bar, so after a while I just thought "screw it, he's cute, I might as well give him a shot" and gave him my number. He never called, which isn't surprising since I didn't show the least interest in him, the poor guy probably thought I just gave it to him to get rid off him.
So this really makes me angry with myself, why do I have to keep everyone at such a distance? I haven't bonded with anyone for so long by now so maybe I'm broken, maybe I can't?
How should I do to actually allow myself to go on dates, accept cute guys numbers and give them a chance? That shouldn't be too hard, should it? I mean, for all I know I might as well be sitting there when I'm 40 with my awesome career, but all by myself.
It makes me sad when I think about it. Am I unable to seperate independent and single?
However, I was working last week and this really really really cute and nice guy starts flirting with me. A lot. I usually don't like it when people do that to me when I'm working, so when this guy asked me for my number I just told him a straight up "No". Well he kept on hanging out at the bar, so after a while I just thought "screw it, he's cute, I might as well give him a shot" and gave him my number. He never called, which isn't surprising since I didn't show the least interest in him, the poor guy probably thought I just gave it to him to get rid off him.
So this really makes me angry with myself, why do I have to keep everyone at such a distance? I haven't bonded with anyone for so long by now so maybe I'm broken, maybe I can't?
How should I do to actually allow myself to go on dates, accept cute guys numbers and give them a chance? That shouldn't be too hard, should it? I mean, for all I know I might as well be sitting there when I'm 40 with my awesome career, but all by myself.
It makes me sad when I think about it. Am I unable to seperate independent and single?
Hola!
As i returned home from Groningen and Amsterdam last night I'm kind of knackered (very, that is). Went up 8.30 am for some uni stuff, then straight home to bed at 9.30... and then I woke up at almost 5 pm. Typhical! And I start working in an hour, so problem now is that I have to wake up, get something to eat (haven't eaten something proper since the sushi on Schiphol Airport), take a shower and put on some makeup.
Jeez, few things make you as tired as travelling. All the trains, flights and buses just kills me. Oh well, at least I had an AWESOME trip with Malin, Alexander, Esme and Dominik. Totally worth it.
Gonna make some bacon now, then get ready for work. Pics will be up soon.
Jeez, few things make you as tired as travelling. All the trains, flights and buses just kills me. Oh well, at least I had an AWESOME trip with Malin, Alexander, Esme and Dominik. Totally worth it.
Gonna make some bacon now, then get ready for work. Pics will be up soon.
Insanity by night
So I had a really wierd dream last night. I don't remember all of it but I thought I'd write it down anyways.
It's New Years and aliens comes to planet Earth to take it over. I'm sitting in a room overviewing a big city with skyscrapers and a clear, blue sky. All of a sudden we hear this message on the radio or something that aliens are on their way, and I believe it was from the aliens themselves who sent it as well. At first I don't believe it, but as I'm looking out over the skies I see an aircraft closing up, dropping things on the city.
It turns out the spacecraft belongs to the aliens, and that it is bombs they're dropping. As it reaches our building a small bomb comes in through the window. So what they have is small (smaller than a tealight), time-set bombs that search their way into houses through open windows, they are not big enough to blow up houses but can kill a person. The small bomb finds its way through the crack of the window and lands in the couch that I'm sitting in on my left side. I quickly use my left hand to grab it and throw it back out. There is an unknown person in my room, or more, who is/are quite releaved over my quick reflex that just saved out lives.
We leave the apartment for a house (which happens to be the house I grew up in) in the suburbs. This time it's me, my American friends Chris and Andy and perhaps someone else trying to survive and avoid the aliens. By this time the aliens have announced that in case we (the humans) do not surrender by midnight they will kill us all. The house is being destroyed by the bombs and severeal attempts to wipe us out. The neighbouring houses were destroyed and the people inside them killed, but we somehow managed to hold it all together.
Eventually we leave the house as well and goes to the city centre. For some reason there is an Eiffeltower there, even though I am quite sure it didn't happen in Paris.. Anyway, the city starts flooding and once the Eiffeltower is entirely under water I start to climb it. But it can't hold it so it falls down and me with it. This part is blurry, but there is some kind of man to man combat right there and Andy gets wounded. He falls down right where the Eiffeltower used to stand, and dies.
Chris and I leave to find some food and shelter. We end up stocking up on Billy's Pan Pizza, talking about going somewhere the aliens could never find us. My suggestion was New Zealand or the island from Lost. After eating and showering at Chris' place, mouring my dead friend Andy and planning our escape from the aliens I go to my mom's house and try out shoes.
THE END
... So isn't that a fucked up dream? I just had to write it down!
PS. My apologies for bad writing, can't be bothered to put energy into it atm.
It's New Years and aliens comes to planet Earth to take it over. I'm sitting in a room overviewing a big city with skyscrapers and a clear, blue sky. All of a sudden we hear this message on the radio or something that aliens are on their way, and I believe it was from the aliens themselves who sent it as well. At first I don't believe it, but as I'm looking out over the skies I see an aircraft closing up, dropping things on the city.
It turns out the spacecraft belongs to the aliens, and that it is bombs they're dropping. As it reaches our building a small bomb comes in through the window. So what they have is small (smaller than a tealight), time-set bombs that search their way into houses through open windows, they are not big enough to blow up houses but can kill a person. The small bomb finds its way through the crack of the window and lands in the couch that I'm sitting in on my left side. I quickly use my left hand to grab it and throw it back out. There is an unknown person in my room, or more, who is/are quite releaved over my quick reflex that just saved out lives.
We leave the apartment for a house (which happens to be the house I grew up in) in the suburbs. This time it's me, my American friends Chris and Andy and perhaps someone else trying to survive and avoid the aliens. By this time the aliens have announced that in case we (the humans) do not surrender by midnight they will kill us all. The house is being destroyed by the bombs and severeal attempts to wipe us out. The neighbouring houses were destroyed and the people inside them killed, but we somehow managed to hold it all together.
Eventually we leave the house as well and goes to the city centre. For some reason there is an Eiffeltower there, even though I am quite sure it didn't happen in Paris.. Anyway, the city starts flooding and once the Eiffeltower is entirely under water I start to climb it. But it can't hold it so it falls down and me with it. This part is blurry, but there is some kind of man to man combat right there and Andy gets wounded. He falls down right where the Eiffeltower used to stand, and dies.
Chris and I leave to find some food and shelter. We end up stocking up on Billy's Pan Pizza, talking about going somewhere the aliens could never find us. My suggestion was New Zealand or the island from Lost. After eating and showering at Chris' place, mouring my dead friend Andy and planning our escape from the aliens I go to my mom's house and try out shoes.
THE END
... So isn't that a fucked up dream? I just had to write it down!
PS. My apologies for bad writing, can't be bothered to put energy into it atm.
'Cause when life doesn't seem to go your way, you have to figure it out yourself
Homesick
Tears are running down my cheeks and I feel so homesick. I'm missing New Zealand and all my friends.
I miss you so much.
I miss you so much.
We will never be as young as we are now
