Friday, July 31, 2009
time for bed
Lying in bed newly showered and with new bed linen. Isn't it just one of the worst feelings?
Thursday, July 30, 2009
indian for home delivery
Apparently I am now discovering all the food places around here. My last month here. Why did I not start earlier? Today I tried out this EuroAsian place where I tried the butter chicken. Why oh why did I not check out all these places earlier? I have some catching up to do. Good food too. And very decent prices. The best part is that they have delivery for only 20 DKK. Awesome.
(Perhaps I should just skip mentioning the fact that the place is only a 5-10 min walk away from here but I preferred paying 20 DKK for home delivery. Blame it on my lazy fat ass? No I blame it on being busy cleaning the apartment... hmm...)
(Perhaps I should just skip mentioning the fact that the place is only a 5-10 min walk away from here but I preferred paying 20 DKK for home delivery. Blame it on my lazy fat ass? No I blame it on being busy cleaning the apartment... hmm...)
laundry day
Actually managed to be a bit good today. Maybe not as good as I hoped, like always. My plan was to get up at 9 am. But I got up at like... noon... I kind of got to bed late yesterday.
At least I got some stuff done. Laundry. Vacuuming. Tidying up. Now I just have the dishes left. And to fold all put the clothes away in the bedroom. Still have some hours left of the day so I should manage. Want to have it all done today.
So I can go shopping tomorrow.
No, I am not going to waist the salary on a whole bunch of shopping now when I am unemployed. Just want to check out some second hand stores. And you know, that is cheap stuff. So I am practically saving money.
At least I got some stuff done. Laundry. Vacuuming. Tidying up. Now I just have the dishes left. And to fold all put the clothes away in the bedroom. Still have some hours left of the day so I should manage. Want to have it all done today.
So I can go shopping tomorrow.
No, I am not going to waist the salary on a whole bunch of shopping now when I am unemployed. Just want to check out some second hand stores. And you know, that is cheap stuff. So I am practically saving money.
known stranger
Don't you just hate it, when recognizing someone and you cannot for the life of it remember who it is. I saw someone on the flight to Copenhagen today from Stockholm. An older (middle aged?...) man that I think is famous for something in Sweden. Or at least know if not famous.
The first thing that came to mind was that he is somehow involved in politics. Then Bosse Ringholm was the only one popping into my head but it was not him. Because I know how Bosse Ringholm looks like. This was not him. But he had the greyish hair and glasses. Still, Bosse was the only one keep popping into my head. Damn, who was he?
It is not like you can start googling it when you have no idea where to start. And it will haunt me. Til forever. Well maybe until I fall asleep and tomorrow morning I will have forgotten all about it. Then I will remember it again at some point and it will start haunting me til forever. And we do the routine all over again.
Hopefully I will see him in the papers or something so it do not have to haunt me. Til forever.
The first thing that came to mind was that he is somehow involved in politics. Then Bosse Ringholm was the only one popping into my head but it was not him. Because I know how Bosse Ringholm looks like. This was not him. But he had the greyish hair and glasses. Still, Bosse was the only one keep popping into my head. Damn, who was he?
It is not like you can start googling it when you have no idea where to start. And it will haunt me. Til forever. Well maybe until I fall asleep and tomorrow morning I will have forgotten all about it. Then I will remember it again at some point and it will start haunting me til forever. And we do the routine all over again.
Hopefully I will see him in the papers or something so it do not have to haunt me. Til forever.
tomorrow
I am back in Copenhagen to enjoy my last days here. To enjoy this apartment. Living by myself. Having a couple of minutes only downtown. Shops around the corner. Food around the corner. Living by myself. (Yeah, it is worth mentioning twice.)
Although I forgot in what stage I left my apartment in. It is an utter mess here. Ground zero. Chaos. Disorder. Clutter. Turmoil. Whatever you may call it. It all fit to describe how I left this apartment two weeks ago. Started by watching some TV. Then I ordered and picked up some sushi. Then I finally got around to fold some clothes. Then! Then... I popped myself some popcorn and watched some Scrubs.
Damn.
Tomorrow!
Although I forgot in what stage I left my apartment in. It is an utter mess here. Ground zero. Chaos. Disorder. Clutter. Turmoil. Whatever you may call it. It all fit to describe how I left this apartment two weeks ago. Started by watching some TV. Then I ordered and picked up some sushi. Then I finally got around to fold some clothes. Then! Then... I popped myself some popcorn and watched some Scrubs.
Damn.
Tomorrow!
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
are we there yet?
Sitting in the train heading to Stockholm. 36 minutes with the train is not that bad, but them you also have to remember the 15 km car ride you have to take to the station. So all in all it takes approximately 1h which is quite long, and it costs 80-90 SEK round trip. I am so going to love living out here again. Good times it was when you got the bus card from school and you could go into town for free. But anyway, it is worth paying to get into Sthlm. And now I am also meeting up with J and J for some shopping and dinner.
voice mail
I had the alarm on my phone this morning just because I did not feel like wasting the whole day. And since I kind of ended up in bed quite late I decided to do it this way, otherwise who knows when I would have woken up.
My phone rang, or the song since I have a song as an alarm signal. Being really tired, and the volume disturbingly high when being really tired, I just pressed a button on the phone to make it stop. Make it stop as soon as possible.
One second later I realize: hey wait a minute, that is not my alarm ringtone. That is my normal ringtone. Crap, I just pressed away someones call. Sure, if it was just any other day I would not have cared because who calls that frickin early (it was not really early but anyway...). But I expected a call. From the guy from the recruitment firm my beloved former employer is paying for. Damn.
I am lying in my bed deciding what to do for some seconds. I should go up and call him. Then I get a text message saying I have a message in my voice mail. In the text message there is a phone number for the voice mail so I just press it to call. Then I hear the oddest message (in Swedish): 'Yes this is Gustaf. Hello? Hello? Hello?'. Is this man stupid or what? is my thought, did he not hear that he recieved the voice mail? I know Danish can be tricky (I do not have a personalized voice mail message) but come on, it must be obvious that you reached voice mail. He then hangs up. He finally realized it, I think.
Then it hits me. For crying out loud. I did not call voice mail. The phone number in the text message was Gustaf's phone number and NOT the number to voice mail. Damn.
Now I am wide awake. In a sense, but my head is still up in the clouds somewhere trying to realize what just happened. So I run down the stairs to get hold of a phone and I call Gustaf from the land line. And it was okey. It felt okey. Because what can you do? It is not like I was going to excuse myself and start telling him all kinds of excuses or stories of what happened. Better just to let it go and act as if nothing happened and that the connection was bad on my cell phone.
It is funny what you can do when you are sleeping, half asleep, or barely awake.
My phone rang, or the song since I have a song as an alarm signal. Being really tired, and the volume disturbingly high when being really tired, I just pressed a button on the phone to make it stop. Make it stop as soon as possible.
One second later I realize: hey wait a minute, that is not my alarm ringtone. That is my normal ringtone. Crap, I just pressed away someones call. Sure, if it was just any other day I would not have cared because who calls that frickin early (it was not really early but anyway...). But I expected a call. From the guy from the recruitment firm my beloved former employer is paying for. Damn.
I am lying in my bed deciding what to do for some seconds. I should go up and call him. Then I get a text message saying I have a message in my voice mail. In the text message there is a phone number for the voice mail so I just press it to call. Then I hear the oddest message (in Swedish): 'Yes this is Gustaf. Hello? Hello? Hello?'. Is this man stupid or what? is my thought, did he not hear that he recieved the voice mail? I know Danish can be tricky (I do not have a personalized voice mail message) but come on, it must be obvious that you reached voice mail. He then hangs up. He finally realized it, I think.
Then it hits me. For crying out loud. I did not call voice mail. The phone number in the text message was Gustaf's phone number and NOT the number to voice mail. Damn.
Now I am wide awake. In a sense, but my head is still up in the clouds somewhere trying to realize what just happened. So I run down the stairs to get hold of a phone and I call Gustaf from the land line. And it was okey. It felt okey. Because what can you do? It is not like I was going to excuse myself and start telling him all kinds of excuses or stories of what happened. Better just to let it go and act as if nothing happened and that the connection was bad on my cell phone.
It is funny what you can do when you are sleeping, half asleep, or barely awake.
Monday, July 27, 2009
pay your taxes
Coming to think about Punk'd in the previous post I remembered my all time favorite Punk'ds (apparently Mr Kutcher's as well). It was the one with Justin Timberlake where he gets all his possessions seized by the fake Tax Enforcement Agency.
It is that good. Very emotional. (I also read that he supposedly was high from marijuana during the prank)
Check it out, about eight minutes into the episode.
It is that good. Very emotional. (I also read that he supposedly was high from marijuana during the prank)
Check it out, about eight minutes into the episode.
the beauty and the beast
Since I have been in and out of the country the latter years I have not seen several of the Swedish TV shows that have been created and aired. So today there was a rerun of the show 'Ett herrans liv' where Swedish celebrities are interviewed. The celebrity this time was Bert Karlsson who is known to be very upfront and says what he thinks about everything.
They made a sketch with him in the show which I laughed so much at. The intention was to fool Bert Karlsson but it was switched to fool the interviewers instead. Hilarious.
My infatuation with these kind of scenes bloomed with Punk'd. Loved that series on MTV. And of course it did not hurt that the host was Ashton Kutcher. My secret crush. Well, it is not that secret. I must admit that I have a small handbag that says 'Ms Kutcher' on it that I got as a goodbye gift from my friends when leaving USA. I have worn it everyday since, together with my 'Ms Kutcher' earrings.
One day...
They made a sketch with him in the show which I laughed so much at. The intention was to fool Bert Karlsson but it was switched to fool the interviewers instead. Hilarious.
My infatuation with these kind of scenes bloomed with Punk'd. Loved that series on MTV. And of course it did not hurt that the host was Ashton Kutcher. My secret crush. Well, it is not that secret. I must admit that I have a small handbag that says 'Ms Kutcher' on it that I got as a goodbye gift from my friends when leaving USA. I have worn it everyday since, together with my 'Ms Kutcher' earrings.
One day...
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