Archive for ‘Love’

March 8, 2011

letter to my self, if I had one

Dear Me,

There is work to be done. Notes to study, articles to read, thoughts to organize, concepts to memorize, projects to cough up.

There is a future to look out for. Creativity to find, applications to write, summers to plan, experience to acquire.

Individually. On your own.

You need a fresh start. A new hobby. Focus. Repair this regression in your process of emancipation. I know you could use somebody, but you’re on your own. That’s what indepence is all about. Pull yourself together. Stop procrastinating, find your will, prioritize. Stop dreaming, stop feeling, start thinking. Think before your act – that should be your hobby, buddha knows you could use it.

Besides, love isn’t a real hobby anyway.

Yours truly,


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October 13, 2010

weddings and that

I was fortunate enough to be invited to a Chinese wedding about a month back. It was interesting, to say the least.

Not only was good old rice tossing replaced with colorful foam spraying, it was performed as an act of war between the bridesmaids and groomsmen. There were a lot of rockets going off, minor fireworks and in the end the four bridesmaids protecting the bride (me included) were coughing so hard from the smoke attack that we had to surrender and let the groom in to take away his bride.


As the day went on the lovely bride changed into her traditional Chinese dress (which I unfortunately didn’t get a good shot of due to stupid rain) and went around to houses in the groom’s neighborhood to light incense and other things as part of a buddhist ritual. She looked stunning in it indeed, but seemed quite stressed really. Unfortunately at that point I had to leave, so I actually missed out on the best part – the dinner. Though I was relieved to finally be able to jump into a shower and wash all the sticky glitter and confetti off me, I was slightly bummed out. Hai ah.

And again, here I am, all hungry >.<

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October 12, 2010

another change of plans

So maybe I’d like to try falling in love for a change.

August 15, 2010

I’m in heaven

M&M heaven, to be precise. Almond, Dark chocolate, Crispy, Coconut, Orange crisp… Lovelovelovelovelove

August 12, 2010

Lost in time and space

Last days with never lost loves.

1. Walking it out during family badminton session 2. Nephew, moi and cousin making our very best cakefaces 3. The mobster family celebrating the “Godfather’s” 88th 4. My favorite party girl and moi fail miserably at posing 5. Bonsai comes and sees me off at the airport 6. Good old mother-daughter love.

I don’t quite know what time it is. Which is slightly annoying, as I’m supposed to catch a flight at some point. I’m currently cooking in the dwellings of Moscow Sheremetyevo Airport. I forgot my awesome surgeon mask in my check-in luggage, but luckily it doesn’t seem to be needed after all. Or is it?

So far people seem nicer than I remember them being at the airport. I’ve spent so much time complaining about being bored that I actually (if I finally got the hour straight) should be hurrying off to check my gate. With my luck, it’s probably the wrong Sheremetyevo. Ah well. You’ll know if I’m stuck here, I promise.

August 11, 2010

last supper

1. Shrooms filled with cheese and other goodies, topped with crunch. Mmmmhm 2. Aji de gallina, my favorite Peruvian dish. You will be missed.

Just thought I’d eternalize my last mami-made supper. Nomnomnom.

August 6, 2010

I’m coming home again

Trainrides make me nostalgic. You know, when you’re sitting in the window seat, looking out on all the scenery passing you by. You remember all the things, the people and the memories that did the same throughout your life. You rush through it all, because you’re heading somewhere, because you have a destination.

I miss not having a destination. Just living for the moment, feeling every bit of it all the way from my head to my toes through my heart and my gut. Stopping still, inhaling, exhaling, looking, closing your eyes. Doing this today, perhaps doing it tomorrow again, or doing something completely different. Never being bored by anything else than own free will, constantly on the move, or just standing still, not asking questions, not being asked, just talking, laughing, listening, learning, loving, living.

But sometimes, sometimes destinations are good. They pull you forward, they can grant you purpose, they give you that kick in the bum you need. They get you where you want to be, where you want to see, smell, hear, taste, feel. A new place, an old place, a familiar place, a loved place.

Choose your destination, choose it wisely. Don’t be pushed by your problems, be lead by your dreams. Love it and you will live it.

I’m coming home now. And I’m living home to the fullest until it’s time to sit on yet another one of these nostalgic rides towards my new home.


I’m sitting on a train, just sitting on a train. What a glorious feeling, I’m heading home again.

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August 6, 2010

We are family.

1. Newlyweds in Vagnhärad 2. Sisters, mum and me 3. Meza and BBQ at the most awesome Lebanese restaurant ever. 4. Sister and the Gävle beachvolley gang 5. Sis rocking the bike.

So the past week I’ve been on the move. Attended my aunt’s wedding (and that as the official photographer, o.O), visited Stockholm and jumped up to Gävle where I saw the last of my goofy sister and her boyfriend before leaving.

It’s weird to think that image number 2 will be the last of its sort for a long time to come. So I won’t.

August 6, 2010

F.R.I.E.N.D.S in Stockholm

1. Swedish crayfishparty @ Maria’s 2. Doing some honorable tourism in the old streets of Stockholm 3. Eating crayfishparty left-overs in a fancy pantsy way 4. Breakfast made by Maria with love

I don’t really like Stockholm. It’s an aesthetically appealing city, it really is. But the atmosphere isn’t for me. However, there are certain gems hidden up there. Illustrated above, really.

From Stockholm with love.

July 12, 2010

summer lovin’, had me a blast

1. photo taken by waiter at Doc Italiano 2. José the BBQ master 3. Serena and I on the cute roads of Fyn 4. Vinci just had a shower but couldn’t care less 5. the boys travel in class 6. Smiley me captured by Sibel

It’s almost mid-July. The sun is shining, yesterday could not have been any hotter (some speak of some all-time record here in Sweden), the game yesterday could not have been more intense (if so, my tummy ache would’ve been far worse) and I couldn’t be any more at peace.

Sorry, that was a lie.

Still have a paper to hand in, still fighting a constant battle against my allergies, still have a presentation due Tuesday, still finding it hard to focus in this heat and I still can’t believe I’m off in exactly one month. Oh my, I sound like Dr. Dre

Just wanted to tell you that I, despite these facts, still am enjoying my time here. Which is partly to blame for the lazy posting.

Much love. And some Furia Roja ;)