take me out tonight...

The train into stockholm was full of partygoers, which was a great start to the evening!

and I was already in my best party-mood.

Åsa and Sophie drinking fancy cocktails at Åsa's place. with frozen rasberries. not bad!

Åsa and me at Marie Leveau at söder, mariatorget. Expensive cocktails but cute bartenders.. for those who want to check it out. Afterwards we headed to Metro near Skanstull where we met some aristrocrats and a bearded man who followed us through a historic tour of stockholm!

Sophie and me posing with the very handsome Karl-Johan.. at Slussen! Yes his throat may be cut off. but we can assure you he's handsome.

I however found my love in Evert Taube. Åsa wasn't too impressed by the male presence.

All in all, a great evening that ended at 7 when we finally got home with the notorious bus 690.

svenne-kramar! /maja

sweden, a part of norway..

.. it might be true, since expressen (http://www.expressen.se/index.jsp?a=799931) is such an estimable newspaper. however, do we have to change our language now? will i start to speak like vegard? and can i have some oil?

so, to change subject. my first days back home have been fine, what about yours maja? how is the great vallentuna? put up a pic for you so you can remember our glorious days back then (see above), i was 18 and you 19 (tihi) and babo was our queen. those were the days.. ska vi spana på tk:are i spåret när jag kommer? men de kommer bara att se oss som stavar.. utan stavar:-/
enought about that. also came across a pic from my one-day-trip to prague in november, put that thing up too.. cus i dont have any others for the moment.. i got lazy (to take photos) , to quote a good turkish friend of ours.

gonna harass kalle now. et henri, tu fai koi?

and not to forget: HAPPY BIRTHDAY SANDRA!!!!!! 24 rocks! according to bernie;-)

puss på broskbiten med blod på.. ahhhh.. o kanske en gammal artär.. (elr hur va det malin?) /Fia

arrrrghhhh..

.. morrrr.. grrr.. madness.. insanity.. lunacy .. arrrggghhh .. or let's just call it financial market.. why did i sign up for this ridiculous course, im a marketing student! im sure it was malins fault.. ?or maybe irina..? or was it actually jens.. ? hmm. anyway, since we're partyin here tomorrow nite ill have to finish it.. öhh.. i mean start with it thursday nite.. moahahahha (crazy desperate laugh..)

so, the good news.. just 5 days left.. so happy. but dont misunderstand me now, im extremely happy 'bout going home but that doesnt mean that i wont be the same 'bout coming back. just thought it might be nice to not see raab-heim for a while, go for long walks with my yellow wolf in the forest instead of havin running competitions with myself up 5 stairs to malins room (cant control it) and not to forget, to see my darling stockholm again. however, i do know that ill get restless after a while.. so coming back to linz wont probably be so bad.. actually, not bad at all:-) in any case, have you lived in a moulded room in galway without heat once.. everything else is heaven. (no offence against ireland tho, it was just my room.. i think.. but it was green).

aja, need to get some beauty sleep, meeting my group in the "cross cultural management" course later tomorrow, just hope we wont sit inside chat.. damn how much people smoke in this country, u get poisoned wherever you go.. such lack of consideration for others. besides, it's scary that students does it.. arent they suppose to be the educated ones? aja, i guess it's a question of culture.. so i stop here before i start to get rude:p but please, tell me..

okey, gonna do some interesting researches now.. about stuff.. hmm.. zzzzz

puss och kram
/fia med f

i will see you in far off places...

Ahh.... well... it seems like theres never a better time to blog than the night before a test! so here we go! the pictures posted are from the new fancy place in canterbury called cuban, nice mix of sleezy old men and students who cant really afford to buy anything in there, plus they play nice latino music and there are interesting guys on the drums.

i met my quite mysterious myspace-friend who ive also met at cuban before... hmm hmm... small and cute, which is a personal theme. (and no he cant trace this blog..haha..) will probably see him for coffee or so when my working load for the week is done :/
(even tho he might be related to "jonas")

so, sweden in a week, nice to get away from canterbury for sure, but im not as much of a patriot as certain others, hum hum :p so after 3 weeks i think ill be dying to leave. well, maybe this is just the vallentuna blues... but all those tall, blonde people... when you can have fat pale english chavs?

and me and eli were also dancing on the couches which was quite amusing but trickier than one might imagine. altho abhi in the foreground probably takes the bendy-dancing-prize...

ok, im back at jamaican ginger cake overdosing and dyadic sets. god this test is gonna be a complete disaster. maybe i could have an epileptic seizure halfway through... if not, i think ive pretty muched failed...

bisous och kyssar

/sartre feat. tarkan

we have to get out of here..

.. lämna linz och raab-heim.. bara för nga veckor. galenskapet kommer smygande.. långsamt men säkert. det kan ha att göra med alla tunnhåriga men dock pubertala österrikare or due to the fact att det finns ingen snö:-/.

well, some english now.. but just for a while. sunday now, the weekend was fine except that i live in fear for my neighbour and yesterday malin and i almost got poisoned in a bar downtown, see pic above. they call it a cocktail, i call it a witch-drink. so disgusting, the smell and the taste.. and the colour.. uhhhh. so we went back to our favourite place where we got cocktails with the very least 80% alcohol and where i could flirt with the barman, a "love b look-alike".

about the neighbour is another story. started with he knockin on my door thursday nite askin if i wanted to join him and his russian friend to the mensa.. ihha. i said that i could consider it and then i hide in malins room the rest of the nite. ive nothing against him, even if he's the first ukrainian i even spoke to and he looks like putin.. i just dont like people knockin unannounced on my door.

ihha.. someone is comin, gotta go.. xmas in 2weeks and im goin home in 1.. heaven..

/raskolnikov

santa lucia, new years and more happiness..

so, our stammtisch took place tuesday eve.. most say it went fairly good. the food was enough and the music.. ehh.. good.. with some revervations. hmm, afterward we had our lucia-train.. interesting indeed.. put up some pics later on, no time right now.

so, thursday now and the sun is shining and xmas in 2,5 weeks.. yea. goin home in 1,5 weeks.. soooo lookin forward, i gonna ski n hug caspian till he cant breathe:p and haha.. maja.. pappa is goin to get tickets for "World Junior Hockey Championships/Junior-VM 2007" .. probably the sweden-canada game, they are playin in leksand. we can go and look at the youngsters at the very best 19 years old.. i mean, if we are bored. maybe we can kidnap them n head to lucky house afterward.. ehhh.. the only "niteclub" in leksand.

so, new years.. la fete chez irene is perfect but just if we can be dressed in a burka and if tarzan is comin.. or joel varginger or jesse varis.. damn, i really like those names even if they probably are the sterotypes of chavs from åkersberga. however, good good with the party.. petter and michaela are goin to israel so they wouldnt have a cosy bohemian dinner anyway.

alright, need to write an essay now.. so i can go out for a walk with the girls later on. btw, punsch at 6.45 (after the german).. do not forget.. no, not u maja.

bisous to you all and see you pretty soon in a suburb close to stockholm/dalecarlia.

/existentialism is a humanism.. hmm.. /henrik svensson

ps: forgot, ive a new phone + a new austrian nr now.. pure happiness.. i can almost make out with it.. the phone i mean.. not the number of course.. im not insane!

sausages, 1 phone short and hangover..

.. malin never became a leberkäse, since we were selling sausages instead. maybe that was a pity, might had been quite an experience. but it was 2 fun hours.. even if it was just irina and i working:p since we didnt have so much to do, we had the possibility to drink too much tequila instead.. which be naturally did.. i mean, we were thirsty! after our shift we continued the party and there.. things start to get indistinct;-) but i remember malin and i sitting on a table talking to vegard, matthias and some other guys.. and matthias, i think i danced a lot with u.. hoho, alcohol is funny:p anyway, got home in the morning.. woke up malin (who doesnt remember that) to get my key and phone since she had them in her handbag.. but there were no phone just the key. so it seems like that my phone felt out her bag during the evening/nite.. gonna look for it but im not very hopefull. so people, dont text me on my austrian nr cus i wont get it anyway. gonna try to buy a phone + simcard next week.. and in the meantime u can use my swedish number.. will check in once in a while, if im allowed, in malins phone.

so, it s now friday and short after 6 pm.. im still dead but less dead than for some hours ago. goin to LUI at 8 to meet tom and check out some stuff for the stammtisch.. hmm.. it includes candles. btw, my arm hurt and ive a bruise.. what really happen last nite;)

allez, hav to get dressed now.. might be good before im leavin the house.

bisous à tout le monde.. /fia