Archive for May, 2010

May 24, 2010

lazy mondays

I was supposed to do 10k on my bike today. And call to reschedule my doctor’s appointment. And go to the library. And do a an hour at the gym. And then have two showers (one before entering the sauna and a quickie after). Then I was supposed to finish the day with a cup of double mocca latte with hazelnut or caramel syrup (it’s always such a difficult choice to make). Hey, I exercise to be able to reward myself.

However, I wasn’t supposed to watch tv-series for several hours straight. Or spend too much time on facebook tagging people and accepting friend requests from almost-strangers. Or upload pictures to my Flickr-account. Or devour 200g of candy and a smaller bag of peanuts while watching the finale. You know what I mean.

In conclusion, productive things I’ve done today are narrowed down to; planning smaller events and get-togethers the next couple of weeks, having extremely realistic dreams about my future, watched an animated teddy do the Waka Waka quite a few times, somewhat made my peace with Lost and lost (ha!) a few pounds in muscle. Tomorrow will be interesting…

Now watch this teddy and tell me it isn’t just a liiiittle bit mesmerizing.

May 24, 2010

carnival colors

As soothing as that may have been, 3 fucking hours to go through pictures and delete/crop/edit them is way too long for voluntary work. No place more comfortable for this than my lovely persian rug lying on the – you guessed it – floor. Meanwhile, this damn Devil’s cake managed to make its way to my tummy, and brought along a whole lot of milk with it. I feel violated.

Anyway. Enjoy a taste of my favorite part of carnivals…. COLOR.

As for my chopped up clothes and the intention of remaking the Max Azria piece, I had a flashback. 2004, crafts class, elementary school. Took a whole semester to make a pattern for a strapless dress and another semester to actually not make the dress. I blame the spinning chairs though, and not my ADD light…

In other words, I came to my senses.

May 23, 2010

sleepy eye

I wouldn’t mind lying in bed like this for a while. A very long while. Even though one of my eyes is smaller than the other. And I really should get a hold of my tweezers. And I should clean my room. And mum’s yelling from downstairs to come down and eat.

As I am, despite being of legal age, somewhat reluctant to disobey mami, I’ll just do what I’m told. Photo editing therapy session later, and after that, some treats from yesterdays incredibly long shoot might just pop up.

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May 23, 2010

substitute my mood

I’d choose this over the crankypants any day. I’ll just go rip some clothes to pieces and try to sow the pieces together as beautifully as soon as I get home. Let’s see if I’ll put the results up later on…


May 23, 2010


I’m wearing them. The crankypants. It’s funny how I was all peachy just under 48h ago, but after a long, long, looong day at the carnival yesterday, 600+ images and the discovery of a forgotten card reader I’m not all juice anymore. I just want to go home, grab my card-reader and perform some image editing therapy on myself to relax. Then perhaps read a book.

Ponder of the day:
Why do random people keep trying to add me as a friend on Facebook? Who are they? What do they want? And why don’t they at least send a message along with the request to explain themselves? Why?

May 22, 2010

impossible is nothing

Simply because I just found my camera charger. WHOOPIEDOO! Also, it was pretty much in the ‘nick of time as I will be covering the Copenhagen Carnival all day tomorrow, from the very colorful train on Strøget in the morning to the gracious performances in Fælledparken in the evening. I’ll just be a very professional-looking people watcher. A very pleased one too, as I’m going on my first proper photo spree for this summer. No more worrying about insufficient batteries. It might amaze and astound you that I managed to forget the charger at the very bottom of my China-backpack for almost four months now. Such confusion is totally unlike me…

Doesn’t matter. Nikki and I will now be reunited once again. The perfect finish to an imperfect summer day. I am indeed ridiculously happy at the moment. I even have this uncanny grin plastered on my face. But then that might also be partly due to my very conscious will to fall asleep on the floor…Ah, sleep.

If anyone needs me, I’ll be just across that bridge.

May 21, 2010

wake up in the morning feeling like…

well, it’s not P Diddy. How would I know what P Diddy feels like anyway? I wake up in the morning feeling like I probably could sleep a little more. But then I don’t. Like today. Woke up before 8, not by choice though, and have now come to realize that I didn’t have to cancel my yoga class. How silly? I’ll just have to do some yoga whilst I watch the exciting finale of Grey’s Anatomy. Yay!

Imma be changing my profile pic on facebook soon. Ha.

May 21, 2010

who the fuck is alice

Just spent a chillaxed couple of hours by the ocean snapping some pictures with someone other than my Nikki, due to her present state of complete, uhm… deadness? My not so imaginary friend was kind enough to share her bb and thanks to this little excursion we found – you might’ve guessed it – Alice.

Familiarizing myself with Alice, captured by Sibel

The explanation is simple. Being the ingenious person that I am, as I climbed up on the ridiculously tall and unstable bench my thoughts went to the good old Disney character (or modern Tim Burton, whatever) and voilà.
So Alice is a bench in real life, just so you know.

Oh, and it’s nice to finally feel like summer really is around the corner. Joyous June and July, I eagerly await thee.

May 19, 2010

a tune to keep me on my feet

… and quite possibly on any dancefloor further than 7km away (my faith in Malmö’s club scene isn’t the strongest).

Imma party and party and party and pa- and pa- and party and party and party

But since this bootyliciousness isn’t moving anywhere further than 7m away at this point, this is good night.

May 19, 2010

com uma força

I’m really not that into sports. At least not the team sports we were forced to do in P.E. class back in the day. Killerball, fieldhockey, handball, basketball… major yawn. I wasn’t a particularly athletic kid. Nor was I physically competitive. So I just put up with everything because of the power of compulsory exercise and did most things half-heartedly.

In the end I just learned to skip P.E. or “forget” my trainers at home. Or complain about the marvels that occur to a woman. You know.

But there’s another side to team sports that has always appealed to me. The cultural aspect of it all that makes it intriguing. I don’t like doing most sports but I actually quite enjoy watching some. Why?

Take for example the FIFA World Cup anno 1994. Sweden was digging gold in the USA (which by the way is the best Swedish football-related song EVER) and even though we didn’t quite make it, we got pretty bronze medals and a whole nation in euphoria. Everytime I hear that song I just think back and smile.

Okay, I was 3, but I do remember the song and can imagine the joy -.-

Point is, I love how football (in its only true form) gives people the sense of we and us. Not that I encourage hostility towards other nations, but I do encourage familiarity within one. Being a child of an ethnic background different from the country I’ve grown to know and love as my home, I have encountered some personal difficulties identyfing myself to one culture alone. Something as simple as being in a park watching a game live on a huuuge flat-screen TV along with hundreds or thousands of other people just makes it so easy.

Unless your team plays really shit and they don’t make the cut… But then you’ll just have to be a football enthusiast and actually know what good play is. Luckily, I’ve got that covered.

Henrik Larsson FIFA World Cup 1994 S.

Bring it on South Africa FIFA World Cup 2010! Waka waka!