Posts tagged ‘Hong Kong’

June 8, 2010

if a horror movie would take place in an airport

.. it would definitely be Moscow Sheremetyevo. I’ve had nightmares about that place. The ground crew is rude, nonchalant or perhaps just ignorant. The airport is medieval, information is lacking and there is a very, very, very small amount of English spoken amongst the employees. At least the ones who had the decency to address me when I was there.

In 1989, when my mami came to Sweden with my sisters they flew with Aeroflot and made a stopover (amongst many) in Moscow. They were treated really badly, and ended up having to sleep on the floor of the airport. Last I was there I honestly thought, for a full ten minutes, that I had missed my flight. Because they changed the gate without announcing it (at least not in English) and no one had any idea where you could find one of those boards with the gate info on.

It’s sad to see that not much has changed since ’89.

Nevertheless, I’ll be spending a full five hours on Moscow Sheremetyevo Airport on the 12th of August. If anyone would like to wave at me or more preferably come and hold my hand, be my guest. Then it’s off to the melting pot (which probably is going to be a real hot pot by then) and time for weddings and orientations and other memorable things.

Life, you better bring it.

A bit more pleasant of an airport. Even though I wasn’t really supposed to take pictures. Naughty.

June 8, 2010

love them walls

I think I might have a wall-fetisch. Is that possible?

Good morning. I have this annoying feeling that I was supposed to do something fairly important today. But other than eagerly await the release of the major GagaKlein Alejandro, I have no clue what it could be… Hmm. Well, off to do some yoga now, hoping it’ll bring me some wisdom to guide me in my poor decision-making.

June 8, 2010

thoughts on leaving


I don’t know how many times I’ve complained about making them. Or actually, I’ve kind of stopped lately. I just don’t make decisions anymore. I just do stuff, when I feel like it, the way I feel like it. Which is great, except it’s not always about what color nailpolish to brush on.

I need to decide when exactly I’m leaving my so called life as I know it. How’s that for a decision?

Bye bye hometown life. Me by Sigrid.

Hello big city life. Me by Morten.

I promise I won’t go back to that horrid hair though. It still puzzles me how it went from coalblack to redish brown from a month in Beijing. Anyway, in case it’s unclear to some, I’m moving to Hong Kong. Yup. It feels weird actually saying it. It just dawned on me that I’m actually moving, as in not coming back in a really long time. Oh snap.

I’m doing it. No question. Because it’s what my gut tells me to do. And everyone who knows me, knows that I’m a lady of the gut. Not the heart, not the mind. After mistakes made, I learned that the gut is the golden in between. What I really want to do. It’s written in stone. HK is going to be immense. I’m going to learn new things, while doing stuff I love, in a city I adore, (in abundance) surrounded by the most inspiring subjects imaginable – people.

So here’s the tricky part. Departure on
A) August 3rd from Stockholm (+ ticket not too expensive, minor chance to see FC Barcelona in HK, – pretty fucking early)
B) August 6th from Copenhagen (+minor chance to see FC Barcelona, a bit later, – pretty fucking expensive)
C) August 11th from Copenhagen (+ ticket not too expensive, perfect week before wedding, time to chill, – no chance to see FCB, short on time to travel and BLUH)

I’ll just embrace some good old escapism while sleeping on it.