... but I can't move the mountains for you

Timshel - Mumford & Sons






Last winter.



 

My best friend

I'm pretty curious of how this will turn out in the end. I just wanted to say, nothing of what I've written in this challenge has been thought-through from before, I come up with the next thing to write whilst I am writing, so pardon me if it becomes slightly confusing.

"People are like stained glass windows.  They sparkle and shine when the sun is out, but when the darkness sets in, their true beauty is revealed only if there is a light from within."

Elisabeth Kübler-Ross

My best friend... I really dislike the label and have tried to avoid is as well as I have been able to in my life. When I was younger I used the term a lot. I have been told I had a best friend called Celine in kindergarden, I can't say I remember her that well. Then I had another one called Nicklas. Then it was Andrea. Then I was a member of a "fantastic four" for almost three years in primary school, with yet another, one year older, best friend on the side. (Sounds like a dish doesn't it?)

After that, I would like to say, I stopped with the labelling. If something, I would distinguish friends from other friends through calling some of them "true friends".

I think that term is more fitting. A best friend seems like something only aimed for one person at a time. True friends are those who will just be there for you, and that is what matters, it has nothing to do with competition, which makes it possible for more friends to fill the spots. Does that make sense?

  I don't have a general definition of what exactly a best friend is, nor what qualities they would have to have. All I know is that, one should;

• Be able to show all emotions possible to them. Laugh, cry, yell.

• Be able to keep silent with them without feeling awkward about it

• Be able to tell anything to them without

- having to fear feeling stupid or silly.

- having to fear they will turn their backs on you for it, as they will rather stand by your side and fight / help you get through whatever crazy stuff you're going through, than abandon you for it.

- having to fear they will pass on your secrets, as they will respect your wishes.

 “The best kind of friend is the kind you can sit on a porch and swing with, never say a word, and then walk away feeling like it was the best conversation you've ever had.”

Unknown 

Best Friend - the Drums

Today, I do believe I have a few true friends. They seem pretty solid to me at least. True friends are worth the effort of keeping, and I appreciate mine very much. So thank you for sticking around!

Let the rain wash away all the pain of yesterday

Coming Home - P. Diddy feat. Skylar Grey

Should I?

My day - Last Nite

Okay. My day. This was a tough one. How do you put an entire day in one blog post? I will have to take away all the fun descriptive stuff and just go for the bite. Rawhr!

Haha okay, so I was planning on getting up fairly early (meaning 12.30-ish) and I ended up waking up around 14.00. Failed attempt! Next up was going to my mother's neighbourhood to pick up a parcel containing my "grown-up" cash card. Yesterday I also used it for the first time! I feel so mature!

I came home and ate some dinner with my brother, and shortly after left to meet with a friend on the tube. We were headed to a karaoke pub to meet up some friends. The place was however crowded and we left it around midnight I think. Some people sang Last Nite by the Strokes which was like. Respeeect! Iffie and I sat shouting along to it by the bar, it's soo good!

Last Nite - the Strokes (Karaoke Version)

Last Nite - the Strokes (Actual Version)

Well, we left to go to this indie club; Baba Sonic, the queue was soo long that none of us felt triggered to stand there waiting to get in so we walked around in the snow for a while trying to find someplace else to go and my shoes were slowly but surely filled with water.

C, A and I left the guys at McDonald's and went so seek luck at another club with higher age limit. Again, the place was so crowded, that the original law of "pretty girls" didn't work on the guards. Finally, we ended up at a latino club; Mango Bar. We got to dance some, and that felt really nice! There were 2, and only 2 good looking figures at that place. One of which I danced with. But damn, was he bad at dancing! Quite off turning! Guys!      Learn to dance if you're going out, because a pretty face won't do! I also bumped into my DJ cousin and another familiar figure. Where else would they be on a wednesday night when this place was obviously quite vibrant and quite latino!

Wow, I can see how anyone reading this would be yawning by now. I can assure you I am almost finished now! Finally we left for the tube and whilst waiting for the right one to come C and I acquired the quote of the day by some random stranger. He asked whether I knew a pair of guys who saluted me and I said;

 -Yes, they're my homeboys (Total lie, I didn't know them for shit)

- Oh, so you live with them?

Dopehead!



Well, finally, we got on the subway and a pair of guys started talking to us. As C left pretty early I was left alone with these people and it showed out they were actually really agreables. Lyckad dag!

A t-shirt so lovely it turned all the history books grey

Suddenly I got so much to do in the middle of the night. When the clock struck 1.00 I got an energykick from out of nowhere. Need to write my lab report, need to do this, need to do that. After having started ever so lightly on my lab, I realised I needed my biology-book in order to be able to finish it off, or even get 25% started. Bummer! Running around like a maniac in my fathers' apartment I still didn't find it. Even more bummer! Instead I thought I'd display what I have put most my money on these past days.



I know it's a bit silly to be bothered, but, was it really necessary

for the lip venom container to be pink?



New Year's outfit

And my personal favourite, I call it "Mickey Mouse"

a black, cocky, elegant jumpsuit. Perfect for...

Holiday - Vampire Weekend

...jumping!

I have for the record been jumping around to this song for the past few days. Literally!

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What is love? (Baby don't hurt me)

The first definition of love on google is; a strong positive emotion of regard and affection.

But love is undefinable. However, as we all probably would agree, love is a strong tool. In fact, I think one of the things that defines love is that we are unable of defining it properly. Love is not merely an emotion. It is more. Love is more.

Love is what makes mothers lift cars to save their children in sudden adrenaline rushes. Love is what we read about in classics such as Romeo & Juliet, or Tristan & Isolde, but it is also what we can experience on a daily basis. A smile, a gesture. Love can be found in friendships and between couples. Love can be towards objects, actions, places, you name it! Love is something we all can identify with, and if we have not felt it, it is something we strive for. Love can be both eternal and short-term.

 

But in simplified terms, love is more, and it is strong enough to influence the way we act. Love is in that sense somewhat like a director, or a composer.

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Word

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I heart Agnes

I am officially IN LOVE with this girl. In love! (Not in a creepy way though!)..



... She is however in love with unicorns.

I vindens vagga vill jag stanna

Almost precisely a year ago, with a difference of a few hours, I wrote this poem about a friend of mine.
It described exactly how I felt at that moment, without actually saying a thing And it seemed to be appreciated as I was offered to read a few poems in a national radio channel due to it. It might seem really corny and all, I'm using a quite old Swedish language, but I want to emphasise a quote I have posted instead of a description of myself in the sidebar.

"I'd rather be hated for who I am, than loved for who I am not"

Kurt Cobain was a wise man. And it is actually true. Why be loved for someone who you are not? I love writing, and I will be proud of who I am, so here goes;

I vindens vagga vill jag stanna

Timotej i mången hage sig betro
I dalarna förseglas byarna av en bouquet
Åt vinden skänka de särpräglad sinnesro
den ena parten ur denna duett.

Lövet som faller från en ensam lönn
På ängen där de nakna kornen frodas
Och inger löften om en vacker dröm
där hjärtans fröjd på landet flodas

skiljer sig icke mycket från de andra löven
men bröt sig loss för att få fart på glöden
I planlös plan för att sen finna
sig inom gränser av en bräcklig hinna

Och akvilejan under lövets vingar
som ännu ej fångats av vinden
sin stilla gråt sakta förklingar
här nöjs jag med en puss på kinden.



Och vindens sus får löv att yra



Och jorden löv och gräs förenar
Vinden kan drömmar ej besanna
Men för sin trygghet över livets grenar
Ja, här i lugnet vill jag stanna.

What I ate today (a.k.a yestuhrday)

• Two slices of bread ornated with butter, cheese and "cognagsmedwurst"/salami

                        Tea and carrot/mandarin/apple-juice with that

• A slice of chilean "pan de pascua" without the nuts and all that. I have absolutely no idea of what it's called in English, but this is somewhat what it looks like;

• A side plate with a slice of meat dunno how to describe it, but it's from a stew-like thing) and a few potatoe-slices.

                              Remember the juice?

• Three chocolate creams, one with almond paste filling, the other two with hazelnut.

                              Remember the tea? 



Yeap. Think that's it! (I woke up at around 16.20 by the way. Don't hate on me for not eating too much.