'till next time...

Eat. Pray. Love.

Personlighetstest

Din personlighetstyp:

Kreativa, handlingskraftiga och snabbtänkta. Duktiga på många saker. Tycker om att debattera och kan vara angelägna om att få sista ordet. Entusiastiska över nya idéer och projekt, men kan brista i förmåga att hantera vardagliga rutiner. Oftast frispåkiga, uppriktiga och bestämda. Uppskattar att umgås med andra och är själva stimulerande sällskap. Utomordentlig förmåga att förstå komplicerade koncept och finna logiska lösningar på problem.

Karriärer som skulle kunna passa dig:

Entreprenörer, jurister, psykologer, fotografer, konsulter, säljare, skådespelare, ingenjörer, forskare, uppfinnare, marknadsförare, programmerare, komiker, analytiker, kreditrådgivare, journalister, psykiatriker, PR-ansvariga, designers, skribenter, artister, musiker, politiker.

Tack Elsa! Personlighetstetet hittar du här.

Valentine

Someone really made my day. I got home, cold and with a kind of "fuck the system"- anger. (I think it had something to do with talking about classes in society, and the fact that the speaker on the train was on really loud, and the driver kept shouting at people to stay clear from the doors. So I listened to "Common people" with pulp which made me more angry.) Anyhow, got home, opened my mailbox to find it full of crap (bills, advertisement and stuff...) but on the bottom of the pile was a mysteriously anonymous valentines card addressed to me! I've been sitting and admiring it and smiling and trying to recognise the handwriting, waiting for some sort of give away on whom might have sent it. But I have absolutely no idea. Someone just made my day. Who ever you are. Thank you so much!
And to the rest of you: I hope you have the best valentines. <3

Oh Yoko!

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Masquerade

In one hour I am leaving for Niclas cousins birthday party, and then to Toves birthday masquerade. You get to guess who I'm going to be...
I'll give you some pictures later. X

Dress

One of Gurlis dresses that I wore yesterday. <3

Lazy old sun

Good morning! Yesterday some friends came over and what whas meant to be a small get together suddenly turned into a party. A lot of people whom I haven't seen for ages, it was really nice. Awoke with the sun in my face. I'm noticing how much more happy I am now. I guess it's a combination off things, the sun is one of them. I hate winters. My muscles don't hurt as much any more. Which means I am getting stronger. I'm amazed because I didn't think my body would get used to training this fast. I am sitting in the sun drinking coffee from my new tiny coffe cup. I am so happy for it. Someone had thrown it away so I rescued it. Isn't it pretty? It makes me happy. :) Lazy old sun - The Kinks

Damn You Auto Correct!

I just have to recommend a page for you. Damn You Auto Correct!
Some of these just make me laugh until I cry. I started following them on reader the other week, and they make me crack up every time. Some of them are so funny!

Day 11: My sisters

My sisters are two of the most important people in my life. No one can make me so happy or so sad. I love them both in different ways. In many ways they are complete opposites in many ways quite alike.


When my sister My was born, Clara was only two years old. When our parents didn't have as much time for her with a new baby in the house I took care of her most of the time. She always slept in my bed and I always played with her. I think that is why we got so close, and are still really close today. I chose the name Clara. There was an older girl at my school that was really nice and she was called Klara. I guess I looked up to her, so that's why. My grandma wanted her to be called Adolf, but she was voted down. Haha. I remember being so excited when she was born. I had dressed up in my favourite dress and there are loads of pictures of me posing in the hospital corridor.



For some reason My and I never really got as close. She always wanted to go her own way, I never really felt I managed to influence her (I always used to give my sisters cd compilations that I'd made for their birthdays and stuff). In many ways I really recognise myself in My. Like I was when I was her age. I think we are more alike than she knows and I really want to get to know her better. If you compare pictures of me and of My when we were baby's you can hardly tell the difference. We look so alike it is a bit scary. I miss her most of the time. I want to see her more often. I can't remember who chose the name My. What I remember is that no one could decide what to call her so I guess she was just "the baby" for a while. But some how we all knew she´d grow up to be a mischievous little girl. So My only seemed right. Like Lilla My in Tove Janssons stories about Mumindalen. Somehow I think Clara and My grew into their names. Like Clara is still the sweet diplomatic one and My is still the mischievous rebel. Love you two. <3 onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vo1YOkZgkf0/TVPm_EIbJ_I/AAAAAAAAAw8/IzfufS7ML1M/s1600/Moy.JPG">

Ok, maybe not so alike in this pic though. Sorry yo embarrass you My. I'm your big sister, it's my prerogative... x /G

For the student

So yeah I'm on a new lifestyle. Haha. Well this evening I looked around for exercises to do whilst reading and stumbled across this link with some inspiration for non mobile students. ;)

Fancy doing "The Scorpion" while studying?

I had to do one more just because it was fun. Sorry to bore you. Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

A 1960's sweater from Gurli. <3 My sister taught me how to do this flashing photo thing, so I had to try it out. :)'

Day 10: Book review: The End Of Mr. Y by Scarlett Thomas

I think this is the best book I read last year. And one of best books I have read. It is a complete mind fuck. It turns you world upside-down for a couple of days. Unfortunately it only lasted a couple of days for me, because I couldn't put it down. Like an addiction. I just felt empty after finishing this book. I wanted to start reading it again the second I'd finished it, but I knew it wouldn't be the same thing. There is so much I love about this book. The way it is written, the way it fucks you up, the characters. Well I don't want to give it away. I would say it is highly interesting for someone studying philosophy as for someone studying biology or religious studies. But I think you have to have an interest in life's mysteries in one way or another. You could say that the book is about mind experiments. But I'm not sure if that explains it all. I really love this book. You should read it and find out for your self.

30 Days

30 Days

Ok, if you remember started this thing in December and never finished it because I was in Egypt half the month. I came to day 9. My beliefs. So I'll go from there. I will also try and tag them alla as "30 days" so you can find that in that category if your interested. I can't promise to wright every day though. But I'll try my best ok? x/G

Day 01 – About me
Day 02 – My first love
Day 03 – My parents
Day 04 – About love
Day 05 – Dreams
Day 06 – My day
Day 07 – Friends
Day 08 – A moment
Day 09 – My beliefs
Day 10 – Book review
Day 11 – My sisters
Day 12 – In my bag
Day 13 – This week
Day 14 – Today's outfit
Day 15 – My future
Day 16 – My first kiss
Day 17 – My favourite memory
Day 18 – My favourite birthday
Day 19 – Regrets
Day 20 – This month
Day 21 – Another moment
Day 22 – Things that piss me off.
Day 23 – What makes me feel better
Day 24 – What makes me cry
Day 25 – The first
Day 26 – My fears
Day 27 – My favourite place
Day 28 – Something I miss
Day 29 – My ambitions
Day 30 – A last moment

Dresses!

Had dinner last night at Niclas grans place. Unfortunately I didn't have a camera with me. She had made herring with potato mash, carrots and broccoli. I love herring. I'm thinking of making some pickled herring. There is a place at Slussen in Stockholm where you can get herring on hard bread. I definitely recommend it, it's just outside the tubestation on the square. Maybe doesn't sound much but it's a typical Swedish dish.

After dinner Niclas gran Gurli brought out a big sack of clothes for me to try out. I've always loved old dresses and used to dress up in my grans old dresses. Problem is she is really tiny and I am quite tall so none of her dresses fit me today. Anyway the dresses I got from Gurli and her sister Dagmar fitted like a second skin! Every single dress fitted me! So I now have over 10 new dresses for the summer! I am so happy! They are wonderful! Most of them fantastic designer dresses from around the 60's and a few of them handmade especially for Gurli when she was younger. Niclas and I went out for a drink last night at Little Quarter (Best cocktails in town by the way!) and I wore a black 50's dress that is one of my favourites. I'll have to try them all out again and take some photos. But today is a really cloudy dark day, and I hate taking photos with flash, so you will have to wait I'm afraid...

A couple of my new dresses. Most of them have floral prints. Aren't they beautiful? <3 /G

Le sportif!

Me and Edith playing badminton, drinking Powerade. Yeah!


Woke up this morning an could hardly move. Yesterday Edith and I hit the gym and played some badminton. You know me right. Firstly I'm tall, so I'm not so lithe and usually have a back problem. Also I quit smoking in december and used to smoke about 20 cigarettes a day. I thought I'd be completely dead after two hours (one hour badminton and then one hour at the gym) but strangely enough I had even more energy. I thought that was a myth. HAHA! Today I can hardly move. started my day with a hot bath which made it a bit better. But not much. More badminton tomorrow! I must me crazy...


ps. Stole the pics from Edith. Thanks! x /G

My

Visit from my sister yesterday. I haven't seen her for ages. Since the beginning of December I think. I miss her. I probably won't be blogging much today. I'm off to play badminton with Edith and then to have dinner with Niclas mum and grandma. x /G

Pancakes!

Last night was wonderful. The fantastic Mr N and I had the best conversations ever. Up until half past one talking about Webers' theories, Lady Gaga, cheese, and weather praying or facebook statuses counted as social actions according to Weber. Went to bed and just kept talking. In the end he fell asleep and I lay thinking about bits and pieces (oh the caffeine...). Woke up this morning to the smell of pancakes. I must be the luckiest girl in the world to have the best boyfriend ever... We always end up talking about philosophy of politics, and I love it....

Now a bit too full of pancakes to function I am off to meet Edith at school. Really glad I met her btw. She is really great and I think we have a lot in common. We attended the same high school, but never knew each other, she was in the year under me. So much love to Edith!

Manic Street Preachers - Motorcycle Emptiness

Oh I do I do I do love this song. So much.

One more cup of coffee before I go...

It's interesting to have a seminar teacher that doesn't want a discussion. And of cause it's me and a guy in my class that are the only ones talking through half the lesson and arguing with the teacher. Oh I love to argue with teachers. The rebel... sigh....

Also had a coffee with Edith today. Or a couple, got to school quite too high on caffeine, it was pretty bad actually. I hate drinking too much coffee. It should be illegal. I cant help feeling a bit sick and laughing at myself for getting in this state at the same time. I should have learned by now.

And yes you are probably roling your eyes and shaking your heads and thinking "Really? On coffee? What did she really take..." And yes I feel a bit weak and stupid, but I confess here and now that I get very affected by caffeine and probably won't sleep for three days. Ok, not that bad, but close.

Note to self: one cup per day maximum!

Good night friends! X/G

Gabs the geek. Looking pretty smug...

Nanook of the North - Little guardian

This morning when I woke up Niclas broke the news that the video is at last on Youtube!
This song is by my friends Olle and Mattias aka Nanook of the North. On this particular song I am guest singing, so listen carefully... ;) The wonderful video is by Mark Pettersson Kjahart. I love it! Check it out for your selves. x/Gabrielle

Dreams...

Ok, before I forget I have to review my dream for you. I had the weirdest dream about living in a country really controlled by the government, think North Korea'ish. Like there was no internet or TV and no one knew about the outside world except for me. The dictator had his "home base" in Osaka, so I had to blow it up. The country was organized so the whole population worked at factories making trains. The dictator had control, not only over the country, but through out the world by using a secret underground train to get around. This is why the whole population worked with train manufacture. So anyhow, i had to blow up Osaka. Though it was really far away. I tried to shout out in a megaphone that I had blown up Osaka, but no one in the factory would believe me so I ended up taking the tube home from Fridhemsplan and being in a bad mood.

The scenery changed, I was on an old train from the sometime in the 50's. I was about 17 and I was a boy going to boarding school. (yeah cause these things happen in my dreams). But we had to change trains at a terminal. So we did, and then I realized I'd forgotten one of my school books on the other train. For some reason it was "Oliver Twist". It was to late to get it back though so I couldn't do much about it. So we kept going on the train. I had a really cute 50's girlfriend that i was kissing, and she was giggling. Can't remember getting to the actual boarding school. But next I realized I had been expelled for some reason. (I think it had something to do with Osaka, so maybe I blew it up after all...) I was in my room and my parents were there (except these were not my real parents, but my parents in the 50's, and i was still a school boy of 17). They were helping me pack my stuff. For some reason I only had girls clothes, but it didn't bother me thet much.

Next up I am in a shopping mall shopping for groceries for my "goodbye party" at school. I am now myself again (the year 2011, female, 22 years old). I accidentally bump into my old friend Tina. So we go shopping ingredients for my party together. The problem is we can't talk about food for some reason, so we have to guess what we are are cooking because we can't communicate. So in the end we just talk about horror literature instead.

Back at the party I am drinking cocktails and saving the swizzl sticks that are really huge and in lots of neon colours. The cocktails are really huge too. My friends are laying the table weith lots of cakes. Kerem and I decide to scare our friend Boel so we grab loads of straws and swizzle sticks and waive them around pretending to be Cthulhu. (why we do this I am not sure. But it seemed like a good idea at the time) Boel gets really scared and she is holding what she clames to be a home made chocolate cake in one hand and a birthday cake in the other. She jumps back and screams, and the cakes fly in the air. I manage to catch the chocolate one, that is not at all home made but still in wrapped in plastic from the shop where she bought it. The birthday cake on the other hand flies through the air and lands in Kerems' face.

This is where I wake up feeling kind of weird...

THE HUNGOEVR COOBKOOK

After drinking a bit to much tequila at Kattis place yesterday Niclas and I woke this morning (more afternoon...) quite hungover. We decided we had the fantastic advantage of owning The Hungoevr Coobkook that I bought for Niclas for Christmas.

After completing the test to identify our diagnosis we came to tha conclusion that Niclas had the Atomic hangover and I had the Cosmic hangover. We decided to combine the recipes from both chapters and ended up with a lemon lassie for my cosmic hangover and a potato hash with avocado and bacon (except we replaced the bacon with halloumi) for Niclas atomic hangover.


True enough the lemon lassi was perfect for me. I tend to be the "cosmic" type and prefer a light breakfast/brunch whenever I'm hungover. The potato hash was really good too though. Suddenly having a hangover isn't at all that bad but actually quite nice...

Bon appétit! (click for larger pictures) xxx /G

Home is whenever I'm with you

Inspired by Lisas blog post http://flortunn.blogg.se/2011/february/lite-mer-hemma-hos.html

I thought I'd put these pictures out. I am trying to like my apartment. But I really really want to move. These pictures make me appreciate it a bit more though.



So, you want to move in?

It's.... a geek!

So... there's this birthday part I'm invited to. It's a costume party with the theme "geek". A friend thought I should dress up as Lara Croft. But that just feels like an excuse to dress up in a slutty costume. HAHA! Besides I think I would feel quite uncomfortable wearing almost nothing. My minds just gone bland though. Suddenly the only thing I see in my mind is a pair of geekie glasses. (Got thoes!) But that won't do as a costume. It doesn't have to be a video game character, anything geekie really. I just can't think of anything.

I Need

Oh Jesus! I love this! Nostalgia!

I wish I was in New Orleans...

Today I felt completely free and in control of myself. I think it must be the sun and the twittering of birds that is doing it... I found myself walking from Stureplan to Odelplan with a smile on my face. It's all going to be good. I am impressing myself with the school work I've been doing. Just reading mainly, but I have a hard time reading non-fiction. It's getting easier and easier though. I think it is all about what you are used to reading, and I think I'm getting used to it.

I met my friend Karla today for lunch. She seems to be a busy woman. I wish we would hang out more often. Today was really good. She is leaving to go back to the states and live in New Orleans for a while. I wish she would stay. I would love to come and visit her in New Orleans, i've always wanted to go. But i know I'll never get the opportunity. I can't see myself having the money, at least not if we don't move. And also, I can't see myself having the time. Now that I attend university I feel I was a bit spoiled before having 5 breaks from school per year (sportlov, påsklov, sommarlov, höstlov, jullov), now I only have two breaks. Christmas holidays and summer holidays. And I'll probably have to work...

For some reason the Tom Waits song "Oh I wish I was in New Orleans, I can see it in my dreams..." started going round and round in my head. I wonder why...

Erase and rewind cause I've been changeing my mind...

Oh yeah it's a new year. Time for a new start I think...