Archive for April, 2010

April 24, 2010

Important about boobs

I’m sorry. I’ve been on a break. A break from most things internet. Except for twitter. Because that I have access to in my phone (@LuceViktoria). Actually, it’s mainly just facebook. Yeah, I know, I’m weak.

Anyway, this is a break from my break (or perhaps a full comeback, I don’t know) to deliver an important message.

Monday is a very special day. About 130 000 breasts are going to make the earth quake. Or at least that’s what muslim clerk Kazem Sedighi should be very afraid of.

“Many women who do not dress modestly … lead young men astray, corrupt their chastity and spread adultery in society, which (consequently) increases earthquakes.”

Wold YOU like to participate in this scientifical (?) experiment? More about it right here.

Boobquake! courtesy of BlagHag

April 21, 2010

change

I’ve decided to do some things today, that I’m not going to put off. Miz Procrastinator will be no more!

I mean, such behavior isn’t well suited for a student of the University of Hong Kong, is it? (:

makes me work a little bit harder…

April 20, 2010

tangled


I’m a procrastinator. If that’s even a word.

In school I used to get homework, go home, leave it on my desk and then my phone would ring and I’d get deep into conversations about… I don’t even remember. But it just seemed so important back then and there was my homework, lying cold next to the computer. Then after a while I’d turn the computer on to check vital stuff. Like… msn. The homework was a nice place to roll the mouse over…

Then I’d sit up all night before deadline, cramming it like never (many times) before. I’d beat myself up for not doing things right away. Just a little bit. But it worked pretty well for me. I got pretty nice grades from both elementary and high school.

So I guess I didn’t really learn my lesson…

Last year, something I had, was lost. Someone I cared about lost touch. Something unknown became missed. Something I knew became unfamiliar. Someone I loved passed away.

And every which one of these times, I stayed true to habit. I brought it home with me, I put it aside and then allowed myself to be swayed by the various distractions in everyday life. But this time there’s no deadline. No cramming.

Still, somehow, the school of life is closer than real life school ever was to teaching me a lesson. And just for the record, in case you didn’t know, procrastinator IS a word.

April 20, 2010

moi, je joue

colorful cupcakes, romantic dress, granny-bike and a handful of helium balloons.
Now that’s how you roll.

Marina Linchuk by Tim Walker 09/08

Sans tricher, je vous le promets
J’ai gagné, tant pis c’est bien fait
Vous êtes mon jouet
A présent, ce ne sera plus vous mais toi
Et tu feras ca t’apprendra

N’importe quoi pour moi

bonne nuit (:

April 19, 2010

the colder water

and so it is,
just like you said it should be,
we’ll both forget the breeze,
most of the time

I can’t take my mind off of you…
I can’t take my mind…
my mind… my mind…
’til I find somebody new.

April 19, 2010

bluh

I woke up with teary eyes and blurry vision this morning. Unfortunately not with this view. It’s just one of those days where a major hug would be in order. Or a cuddle. Yeah, I think I’ll go downstairs and cuddle dog.

Truth be told, I forgot to wash off my mascara last night. My eyes kind of sting and my eye lashes are mega-curved. Why do they always curve like that the day after? Now I’m just going to have to wash the curves off. Stupid make-up.

Now off to cuddle.

April 18, 2010

it’s just that it’s delicate

So why’d you fill my sorrow
With the words you’ve borrowed
From the only place that you’ve known
And why’d you sing Hallelujah
If it means nothing to you
Why’d you sing with me at all?

April 18, 2010

blast from the past


Once upon a time I had a best friend. We hung out a whole lot sometime in middle school, and we were inseparable. But at some point she moved away and slowly, we drifted apart. The few times we’ve spoken since have been awkward.

This isn’t that best friend.

This is Munira. She’s one of the most beautiful friends I’ve had throughout my life – inside and out. Never too far from a smile, always caring and refreshingly positive. We said goodbye to each other after 9th grade, and lost touch for most of high school. But we’d text each other twice a year, on June 11th and December 11th, our birthdays. We’d never forget. Whenever I’d lose my cellphone (all four times) I’d call her home one day (because hers was one of the few landline numbers I still remembered) and catch up. One day after graduation in the summer of ’08 I was in her neighborhood and gave her a call – she came down and we strolled around for hours – laughing, talking, laughing.

Today, one slightly windy day in the spring of 2010, was no different.

I love that with some people, no matter how much you change as a person, your friendship remains the same. As if time stood still, and you can just pick up where you left off…

April 17, 2010

some things happen for a reason…

there’s always a silver lining, no use crying over spilled milk etc.

blah, blah, blah.

I’m cool. Taking it easy. And wishing my favorite Danes a wicked weekend with a classic :)


多爱去你的方式

April 16, 2010

restrictions

Good morning.

Or is it?

I don’t know about you guys, but this shit is really bothering me. It’s not okay. Why did some attention whoring volcano have to go BOOM and then just ruin holiday for all us Northern Europeans? Really?

Okay. It had natural reasons.

They say flights might be cancelled for weeks. WEEKS. How will Sweden’s blogging sweetheart be able to go to Rome for a romantic weekend with her love? How will the Swedes be able to make their annual pilgrimage to Thailand (althought it’s most popular in winter)? And how on earth will Maria make it to Denmark this weekend for a reunion? HOW?

Like I said. This is not cool. It might not affect me directly, as I haven’t planned to go away for the next three months or so. But I would’ve liked to have had the option. I could have wanted to fly down to Barcelona and visit my brother from another mother Jo. Or fly up to Norway for their National day to get pissed with some of the coolest people ever. What if my longing for China and the good friends I made over there got the best of me, and I really, really, really had to go? Am I being told to stay put?!

FINE. I won’t touch the vacation money I just discovered I’ve had for over a month and thus have played it extremely safe and cheap for no reason at all. It’ll all go to Uni. Bore.

Hey, can anyone remember the pin code for my Danish Credit Card?

Suppose the skies aren’t this clear anymore. Sob.