Posts tagged ‘life’

September 3, 2010


So Nikki would like to share what little she has experienced from life around here.

1. Went on the Star Ferry for the very first time last wednesday with a cool companion 2. Freshness Burger have hairs in their salads, give you the wrong drinks and forget to give you a $10 Student discount. Was a one time thing though, so we still go there. 3. If you’re ever in the hood. Get on the 23, go up the stairs to the second floor and sit at the very front. That’ll be a nice rollercoaster ride all the way to Admiralty/Wan Chai/Causeway bay.

From Hong Kong with love

September 3, 2010


I feel like a bad mother.

My Nikon D60 has been resting in one of the closet drawers for over a week now. And she still doesn’t have a lens-cap. I even got some dust residue on my fingers when I picked her up just recently. I guess if this blog could hang out in a drawer it would be pretty dusty too.

In short, student life in Hong Kong rocks.  An a la carte menu of courses in different disciplines, cheapest Starbucks in town, meeting new awesome people everyday, LKF, Wan Chai, shopping in Causeway Bay or Mong Kok (the former I might see less and less of as my ka-ching runs out), having oats for breakfast (I settle, I do) and basically just chilling. True, I’ve only had two days of lectures so I haven’t really savoured the dark side of university life, but I’ve had a scare or two already.

Having been out of school for the past 2 years kind of makes this a terrifying experience in a way, but all the more exciting. I never thought I’d use the words “fun” and “class” in the same sentence to describe my first lectures, but indeed they were. Getting through course selection (aka the choosing of meals of the à la carte menu) was a bit of an itch, and still pretty much is. But hey, if we wouldn’t be complaining about choices, we would be complaining about the lack of them.

I finally decided that I most probably will do Comparative Literature as my second major and to kick some psychology in my spare time (as I still need to brush up on my mind-reading). The decision is made, there is no turning back. Je ne regrette rien.

Oh, and in case you’re curious, here are my  ponderings for the next two semesters (as it seems now).


Academic English for Social Sciences (3 units, compulsory)
Principles of journalism and the news media (6 units, compulsory)
Statistics for journalists (6 units, compulsory)
Ways of reading: film, literature and culture (6 units, prerequisite course for second major)
Hong Kong cinema through a global lens (6 units, common core course)
Body, beauty and fashion (6 units, common core course)

Practical Chinese language course for social sciences students (3 units, compulsory)
Professional writing for the media (6 units, compulsory)
Economics for journalists (6 units, compulsory)
News reporting and writing (6 units, compulsory)
Ways of thinking about society and culture (6 units, pre-requisite course for second major)


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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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 ;)

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.

March 19, 2010

Eat, pray, love

Or in one word: Live.