tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17937239504905863512024-02-08T10:53:54.881+01:00twenty two to twoZanzihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13218162636195021654noreply@blogger.comBlogger167125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1793723950490586351.post-71323051272109321952012-06-11T18:14:00.001+02:002012-06-11T18:14:35.713+02:00Old pics :)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Some old pictures that make me happy. :)<br /><br /></div>
</div>Zanzihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13218162636195021654noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1793723950490586351.post-25137623677954058022012-06-11T18:09:00.001+02:002012-06-11T18:09:19.221+02:00New start<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Looks like this blog is coming up again. Or at least a try. I was given this lovely portrait from my sister from my birthday. <3<br />
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<br /></div>Zanzihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13218162636195021654noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1793723950490586351.post-44125933408476811312012-05-29T12:02:00.002+02:002012-05-29T12:02:32.196+02:00En uppdatering<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<strong>1. Vilken är den jobbigaste egenskapen hos en annan människa?</strong><br />Det beror lite på vad jag själv är på för humör. Ibland orkar jag inte med pratiga människor (när jag själv är introvert) och ibland orkar jag inte med tysta människor. Man skulle kunna sammanfatta det hela till folk som inte är lyhörda och kan känna av situationen.</div>
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<strong>2. Vem skulle spela dig i filmen om ditt liv?</strong><br />Jag ska vara lite klyschig och svara Audrey Tautou. Jag gillar hennes energi och har fått höra flertalet gånger att vi är lika, vilket jag har svårt att förstå, men tar som en komplimang såklart! (Detta var dock när jag hade page)</div>
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<strong>3. Är det poesi eller bara banalt när Bruce Springsteen sjunger “Wrap your arms ’round my engine”?</strong><br />Ehm.. förstår inte riktigt frågan. Springsteen har gjort bra och dåliga grejer. Men kan inte se varför den textraden skulle vara banal? Så poesi blir väl svaret.</div>
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Roschach från Watchmen blir ett självklart svar.</div>
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<strong>5. Berätta om en gång då du gjorde bort dig rejält. Alltså REJÄLT.</strong><br />Hm. Tror min hjärna suddar ut sånt i självförsvar.</div>
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<strong>6. När grät du senast?</strong><br />Några dagar sedan. Jag hade sönder en ägodel som betydde mycket för en person.</div>
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<strong>7. Hur känner vi varann egentligen?</strong><br />Plockade denna från en random blogg så inte alls blir mitt svar.</div>
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<strong>8. Har du en theme song?</strong><br />Nynnar alltid på "I thought you were my boyfriend" med Magnetic Fields. Vet into om jag skull säga att get är min theme song dock... hm...</div>
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<strong>9. Kan du några vitsar?</strong><br />Får bita mig i tungan ibland. Min hjärna komponerar gärna ihop dåliga ordvitsar vid olägliga tillfällen a.la. göteborgshumor. Men annars är jag ganska dålig på vitsar och skämt i överlag.</div>
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<strong>10. Om en affär snodde 300 kronor av mig och vägrar erkänna det, har jag då rätt att sno varor i denna affär till ett värde av 300 kronor?</strong><br />Jag skulle nog mest sura. Men sno grejer skulle jag aldrig göra,</div>
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<strong>11. Vad läser du just nu?</strong><br /><i>The Virgin suicides, </i>perfect sommarläsning. Såg filmed för 1000 år sedan, men första gången jag läser boken. </div>
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<strong><br />1. Om du vore en bil, vilket märke/modell och varför?</strong><br />En tidig Volvo. Min favvo är 1953 Volvo Philip. En grön.</div>
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<strong>2. Vilken radiokanal är din favorit?</strong><br />P3 eller Vinyl. Men lyssnar aldrig på radio nu för tiden..</div>
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<strong>3. Hur många par skor äger du?</strong><br />För många<br /><strong><br />4. Vilken sajt är den första du surfar in på när du går in på internet?</strong><br />Facebook. Jag erkänner.</div>
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<strong>5. Prenumererar du på någon morgontidning?</strong><br />Nej, brukar läsa på nätet. Då blir det Expressen, DN, Aftonbladet.</div>
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<strong>6. Har du röstat i alla val du varit röstberättigad i?</strong><br />Ja</div>
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<strong>7. Är gardiner egentligen nödvändigt?</strong><br />Jag tycker väldigt mycket om gardiner, men har inga just nu tyvärr.</div>
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<strong>8. Är du bra på att passa tider?</strong><br />Ja. Det är snarare motivationen som tryter ibland. (läs skolan)<br /><strong><br />9. Vad känner du för Facebook?</strong><br />Det är väldigt praktiskt när det gäller att få tag i folk, speciellt om man skall ordna någon tillställning och vill bjuda många. Men jag har perioder upp och ner.<br /><strong><br />10. Vilken är din favoritsport på teve?</strong><br />nej.</div>
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<strong>11. Vilken var den senaste boken du läste?</strong><br />Minns inte när jag läste ut en bok sist... eller JO! <i>Going out </i>med Scarlett Thomas.</div>
</span></div>Zanzihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13218162636195021654noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1793723950490586351.post-87068531318535078792011-05-19T20:25:00.002+02:002011-05-19T20:33:44.516+02:00The end<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9DVAvzyd8S8/TdVic8lyEmI/AAAAAAAAA4c/uvOjMSD1WTw/s1600/tumblr_ll1r8kPfFH1qhk1ano1_500_large.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9DVAvzyd8S8/TdVic8lyEmI/AAAAAAAAA4c/uvOjMSD1WTw/s400/tumblr_ll1r8kPfFH1qhk1ano1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608497160400278114" /></a><br />Hos mamma nu ett tag. Här har jag utsikt åt två håll. Ut över de grå höghusen i öst och den mest fantastiska solnedgången, skog och Mälaren i väst. När det blir varmare är det bara fem minuter ner till vattnet. Jag älskar att vara så högt uppe, 6e våningen. Min syster spelar piano. Jag ångrar att jag slutade. Jag insåg idag att jag slutat blogga. Det kan nog bli så framöver. Jag vet inte om jag har så mycket att skriva längre. Det var nog aldrig min grej att blogga. Jag blir för personlig. Jag ville ju skriva någonting roligt, men jag vet inte hur bra jag lyckades...<div><br /></div><div>Bloggen kommer finnas kvar, och det kanske kommer en uppdatering då och då. Men tillsvidare inte mer än så. Tack för mig, det var roligt så länge det varade. :)</div>Zanzihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13218162636195021654noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1793723950490586351.post-19155056362735238492011-05-02T17:10:00.001+02:002011-05-02T17:11:53.493+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fxLR_edyvP0/Tb7JrgBEdeI/AAAAAAAAA4U/e1Wqh2iDoxI/s1600/these%2Bdays.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fxLR_edyvP0/Tb7JrgBEdeI/AAAAAAAAA4U/e1Wqh2iDoxI/s400/these%2Bdays.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602136735661454818" border="0" /></a><br />Hurra hurra för hemtenta! Nu kommer jag stänga in mig i en vecka. Hejdå världen!Zanzihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13218162636195021654noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1793723950490586351.post-17171023135908367812011-04-19T10:36:00.004+02:002011-04-19T10:46:51.965+02:00Erase and rewind<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I6mBjgQPGG4/Ta1LugqjkCI/AAAAAAAAA4M/v-WyzV2kKzM/s1600/JAG.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 261px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I6mBjgQPGG4/Ta1LugqjkCI/AAAAAAAAA4M/v-WyzV2kKzM/s400/JAG.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597213174305886242" border="0" /></a><br />Jag är så trött på att försöka ta hänsyn till folk och bara få skit för det. Det händer alltid och jag borde ha lärt mig vid det här laget att det inte är någon idé. Folk verkar i allmänhet köra över andra människor och inte ge det en andra tanke (Här kommer min svengelska "second thought"...). Jag har lite grann svurit inför mig själv att jag aldrig skall göra så, att jag alltid skall lyssna på andra människor, fråga om deras åsikter och föra fram andras röster. För att folk tenderar att sitta och hålla käften och sedan gnälla efteråt. Man fan nu är det nog med mitt hänsynstagande. Jag skall sluta bry mig om vad andra människor tycker. Sluta fråga om lov och be om andras åsikter.<br />Kör över dem bara. Det verkar vara attityden man skall hålla. Det kanske är dags att jag slutar låta folk köra över mig och börja ha samma inhumana attityd tillbaka. Eller så säger jag bara det här. Det låter bra i teorin, men jag är sjukt dålig på att bry mig om mig själv. Jag bryr mig alltid om andra i första hand. Det är någonting jag skolats in i sedan jag var liten och är ganska svårt att ändra på. Men jag är så jävla trött på att bara få skit tillbaka. Jag blir bara mer och mer bitter. Jag ogillar de flesta människor nu för tiden. (bild: Daniel Eyre)Zanzihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13218162636195021654noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1793723950490586351.post-940461504723419312011-04-10T00:35:00.003+02:002011-04-10T00:39:29.422+02:00Battlestar Galactica<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O7wLcVrN6mo/TaDf9MFjmSI/AAAAAAAAA4E/PAlNXjsMccU/s1600/bsg4.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O7wLcVrN6mo/TaDf9MFjmSI/AAAAAAAAA4E/PAlNXjsMccU/s400/bsg4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593716979503700258" border="0" /></a><br />Just finished the last episode of Battlestar Galactica last season (4)<br />Maybe I can start living again... haha... I really liked it though. Made my dreams very interesting too... I am so fracking (haha) tired. I am going to bed and will hopefully dream of cylon wars... nightZanzihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13218162636195021654noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1793723950490586351.post-50075517972317520762011-04-06T20:04:00.001+02:002011-04-06T20:05:26.455+02:00Beth Gibbons & Rustin Man - Funny Time of Year @ Paleo 2003<iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/3AmKkz5-lyA?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" width="425"></iframe><br /><br /><br />I know I am posting all this music all the time. But it explains what's going on at the moment with me. It's a kind of manic happy/sad/angry desperation and I can't really put my finger on it. I'm just waiting for the next phase. At the same time it feels like I've given up.Zanzihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13218162636195021654noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1793723950490586351.post-90089290643668688562011-04-05T00:34:00.002+02:002011-04-05T00:36:11.049+02:00Jimi Hendrix - All Along The Watchtower<iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/bng3agUOYiI?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" width="425"></iframe><br /><br />When you realize that you are actually alone. It scares the shit out of you.Zanzihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13218162636195021654noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1793723950490586351.post-36152258962268802222011-04-03T12:14:00.003+02:002011-04-03T12:45:04.703+02:00freeStill waiting for somewhere to move. I am so sick of this by now. I know it's only been a month. But I can't keep moving in and out every other week much longer. All my things are in boxes. I don't have a place for myself, I don't have my things around me, the things that make me feel at home. (Yeah I know I'm a materialist, sure)<br /><br />But what I miss is a place called home, and that is freedom to me.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://tinypic.com?ref=6f9n3k" target="_blank"><img src="http://i52.tinypic.com/6f9n3k.gif" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_tZ1Xn8ClU4/TZhPOLraIqI/AAAAAAAAA38/z8Il296hKko/s1600/hopp.gif"><br /></a>Zanzihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13218162636195021654noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1793723950490586351.post-17705778424415744942011-04-03T12:00:00.003+02:002011-04-03T12:11:17.517+02:00emptylooks<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6eVT7c0eHUs/TZhGAtGvxFI/AAAAAAAAA30/auaqgPC1_RY/s1600/jona.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 358px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6eVT7c0eHUs/TZhGAtGvxFI/AAAAAAAAA30/auaqgPC1_RY/s400/jona.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591295915302306898" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jXzMgaeNYS4/TZhF8arp16I/AAAAAAAAA3s/ikbk_BmUUhs/s1600/jonas%2Bmattsson2.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jXzMgaeNYS4/TZhF8arp16I/AAAAAAAAA3s/ikbk_BmUUhs/s400/jonas%2Bmattsson2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591295841637357474" border="0" /></a><br />Photo shoot with Wonderful <a href="http://www.subvertmedia.net/">Jonas Mattsson</a> again.<br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emptylooks" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"><span>http://www.flickr.com/phot</span><wbr><span class="word_break"></span>os/emptylooks</a><br />It's so fun to hang out with him. I always learn a lot about photography. And I am always amazed. Thank you Jonas! <a href="http://twentytwototwo.blogspot.com/2010/05/working-with-jonas.html">Here's</a> some pictures from our former photo shoot.Zanzihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13218162636195021654noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1793723950490586351.post-77883051261400268352011-03-30T01:16:00.018+02:002011-03-30T01:30:40.185+02:00England<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-abe93Nk2x0U/TZJqliq5U_I/AAAAAAAAA3U/WGL60WbDUjY/s1600/DSC_0144.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-abe93Nk2x0U/TZJqliq5U_I/AAAAAAAAA3U/WGL60WbDUjY/s400/DSC_0144.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589647280714634226" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P0r-yUp0Z_M/TZJqwvDp50I/AAAAAAAAA3c/vPt8KQj6kIg/s1600/DSC_0072.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P0r-yUp0Z_M/TZJqwvDp50I/AAAAAAAAA3c/vPt8KQj6kIg/s400/DSC_0072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589647473018267458" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aJaIPUJT0f0/TZJq2rci4-I/AAAAAAAAA3k/Xwxd8SPs2hU/s1600/DSC_0044.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aJaIPUJT0f0/TZJq2rci4-I/AAAAAAAAA3k/Xwxd8SPs2hU/s400/DSC_0044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589647575128138722" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P0r-yUp0Z_M/TZJqwvDp50I/AAAAAAAAA3c/vPt8KQj6kIg/s1600/DSC_0072.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P0r-yUp0Z_M/TZJqwvDp50I/AAAAAAAAA3c/vPt8KQj6kIg/s400/DSC_0072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589647473018267458" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-40n4haIN1gE/TZJqdn8E8rI/AAAAAAAAA3M/EClU1PoxlVs/s1600/DSC_0189.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-40n4haIN1gE/TZJqdn8E8rI/AAAAAAAAA3M/EClU1PoxlVs/s400/DSC_0189.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589647144689922738" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H9bbyaoJw4E/TZJqW8b48bI/AAAAAAAAA3E/_vW8nADCO04/s1600/DSC_0211.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H9bbyaoJw4E/TZJqW8b48bI/AAAAAAAAA3E/_vW8nADCO04/s400/DSC_0211.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589647029932978610" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6aexKVq5Cg8/TZJqRF4Q8yI/AAAAAAAAA28/1vJ4Ea3O5To/s1600/DSC_0258.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6aexKVq5Cg8/TZJqRF4Q8yI/AAAAAAAAA28/1vJ4Ea3O5To/s400/DSC_0258.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589646929388696354" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ijgnixXD28o/TZJqF3kCwBI/AAAAAAAAA20/5z9zIQ9SaA8/s1600/DSC_0353.JPG"><img style="display: block; 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margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tRgGbqtrDG0/TZJo4ZkvD0I/AAAAAAAAA1s/5eTcya6_iqc/s400/DSC_0610.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589645405667135298" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j2s3JI5hSbM/TZJovztLgnI/AAAAAAAAA1k/Jqa9SUtQtBc/s1600/DSC_0633.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j2s3JI5hSbM/TZJovztLgnI/AAAAAAAAA1k/Jqa9SUtQtBc/s400/DSC_0633.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589645258063053426" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cbZIK2w1I5Q/TZJopw4jGrI/AAAAAAAAA1c/shrKYkZVJhk/s1600/DSC_0638.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cbZIK2w1I5Q/TZJopw4jGrI/AAAAAAAAA1c/shrKYkZVJhk/s400/DSC_0638.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589645154226215602" border="0" /></a>Zanzihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13218162636195021654noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1793723950490586351.post-31822266888892844622011-03-30T01:14:00.001+02:002011-03-30T01:16:43.883+02:00Jag är med i en tävling hos otroligt duktiga makeup artisten <a href="http://natalylopezz.blogg.se/2011/march/utkast-mars-28-2011.html">Nataly </a><br /><br />Gå in och var med du med!<span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"><span class=" down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_CreateLink" title="Link" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 8);ButtonMouseDown(this);"><img src="img/blank.gif" alt="Link" class="gl_link" border="0" /></span></span>Zanzihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13218162636195021654noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1793723950490586351.post-77327311811873345172011-03-20T13:09:00.008+01:002011-03-20T13:14:50.860+01:00Norwegian Wood<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xdvqJq5GsQc/TYXvThU67mI/AAAAAAAAA1U/NnEERv74CUc/s1600/norwegian%2Bwood%2B4.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xdvqJq5GsQc/TYXvThU67mI/AAAAAAAAA1U/NnEERv74CUc/s400/norwegian%2Bwood%2B4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586134031465639522" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4KG3PdXQtKM/TYXvN0vcRQI/AAAAAAAAA1M/Bj1oPHf5lFs/s1600/norwegian%2Bwood2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 255px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4KG3PdXQtKM/TYXvN0vcRQI/AAAAAAAAA1M/Bj1oPHf5lFs/s400/norwegian%2Bwood2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586133933597934850" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UE-L686cw5o/TYXvHRPrL4I/AAAAAAAAA1E/UcW1Lj_sAmA/s1600/NORWEGIAN_WOOD_01.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 218px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UE-L686cw5o/TYXvHRPrL4I/AAAAAAAAA1E/UcW1Lj_sAmA/s400/NORWEGIAN_WOOD_01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586133820990238594" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AHVy5C9jjKo/TYXvC8QwZAI/AAAAAAAAA08/Dtq6iWXJCNU/s1600/norwegian%2Bwood5.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AHVy5C9jjKo/TYXvC8QwZAI/AAAAAAAAA08/Dtq6iWXJCNU/s400/norwegian%2Bwood5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586133746638152706" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IV8Gj42Khf4/TYXu8Lri6rI/AAAAAAAAA00/N6Z7RoMeNC0/s1600/norwegian%2Bwood.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IV8Gj42Khf4/TYXu8Lri6rI/AAAAAAAAA00/N6Z7RoMeNC0/s400/norwegian%2Bwood.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586133630517963442" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ri3Ne6Gduso/TYXu1mDgYbI/AAAAAAAAA0s/Rm4qKPOU7R4/s1600/norwegian%2Bwood3.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ri3Ne6Gduso/TYXu1mDgYbI/AAAAAAAAA0s/Rm4qKPOU7R4/s400/norwegian%2Bwood3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586133517338698162" border="0" /></a>I am speechless. If there is any beauty, this is it.Zanzihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13218162636195021654noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1793723950490586351.post-18643315600651050822011-03-14T21:11:00.002+01:002011-03-14T21:18:57.582+01:00twentytwototwoI've had this blog now for more than a year. (Jesus!) So I guess I can count myself as a "blogger" now, though I don't really feel like one I can tell you. Anyways, I know that what you have all been wondering now for ages is: Why twentytwototwo? No really, I'm actually quite amazed no one has figured it out yet. Or maybe you just haven't dared to po the question? Anyways. Think about it for a while....<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />...<br /><br /><br /><br />...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />...<br /><br /><br /><br />twentytwototwo?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Ok, those of you who know me should have guessed by now. Yes when writing twentytwototwo in digits it spells. 13:38. I have loads of explanations for that one.<br /><br />The time I have top catch the bus tomorrow.<br />The time I broke my leg<br />The time I shaved only one leg<br />The time I was captured by pirates<br />The time I married John Lennon<br />The time I got the swine flu<br /><br />No to be completely honest with you (cause I seldom am nowadays) It's the time I was born. And also the tattoo I have on my neck.Zanzihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13218162636195021654noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1793723950490586351.post-91766022659903651362011-03-14T17:30:00.004+01:002011-03-14T17:35:06.742+01:00Family<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ef8ASAofbzc/TX5DYtWEilI/AAAAAAAAA0k/ZMHc-AOUyMk/s1600/wedding%2Bphoto"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ef8ASAofbzc/TX5DYtWEilI/AAAAAAAAA0k/ZMHc-AOUyMk/s400/wedding%2Bphoto" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583974679754082898" /></a><br />My grandma sent me this wonderful picture of her mother and father getting married in 1919. And to the right my grandmothers grandmother and to the left my grandmothers grandfather. (ps. click for enlarged photo!)Zanzihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13218162636195021654noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1793723950490586351.post-45817325073280969312011-03-14T16:46:00.006+01:002011-03-14T17:30:36.986+01:00PopCo and my non functioning love life.<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bLaiFLidi6A/TX5Bdmf5Q3I/AAAAAAAAA0c/fSG-lr5LVJ8/s1600/PopCo_Paperback.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 260px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bLaiFLidi6A/TX5Bdmf5Q3I/AAAAAAAAA0c/fSG-lr5LVJ8/s400/PopCo_Paperback.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583972564792329074" /></a><br />At the moment I feel this world is just going crazy. Everything I'm used to is gone. It feels sad in many ways. Mostly I feel a bit lost at the moment. Like I have nothing to really rely on but myself. I don't even have my own space, and that is really starting to make me frustrated now. The most reliable thing in my life at the moment is school. I could just stay there for ever. It's whats's closest to me at the moment. School and the people at school, the ones I meet almost every day, two people: Edith and Andreas. I don't see many other people at the moment, except for weekends. I miss always having someone to talk to. I miss that really badly. I'm not used to being on my own anymore. I need something to take my mind off things. What ever it may be.<br /><br />Started reading PopCo today. Another book by Scarlett Thomas. Can't help loving her so much. The book starts off with a quote be Stanley Milgram. Isn't that just wonderful? It's so funny how these things happen. Just after reading "The end of Mr Y" (Another book by Thomas) that refers loads to Derida, I had to read a bit of Derida at school. Made school work loads more fun I can tell you. And now I start reading PopCo that I understand is a lot about mathematics and we are reading about statistic methods. It's just a really nice coincidence.<br /><br />Otherwise I am walking arround this earth feeling extremely bored, irritated, unmotivated and unsatisfied. I need some action. I need some drama. Jesus, I am tired of this situation....Zanzihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13218162636195021654noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1793723950490586351.post-77886097145448711572011-03-13T19:32:00.005+01:002011-03-13T21:09:19.258+01:00The day after...<div> </div><div><br />Jeeez, not good today I can tell you... Had a great night out yesterday though which I really needed. I ended up at a party with my friend Peter. I don't remember the last time I was so drunk to be honest. It was just mad. Walked home with Peter, arm in arm and with a bottle of Jack. Rock'n'roll! Hahah. Just got home from Peters place. I am going to die now. Just a little bit. I have to do some school work though. Lovely stuff.<img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583635791612863106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2a0vYy8LluM/TX0PK0o94oI/AAAAAAAAA0U/Ucl-vn0rn3Y/s400/DSCN0471.JPG" /></div><br /><br />Just found this wonderful picture on my grandmas computer. It is her old bathroom, how it looked befor they tore it allo appart and modernized it. Oh how I loved their old bathroom... A bath wold be nice now I guess, but I will have to bring my school book with me...Zanzihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13218162636195021654noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1793723950490586351.post-87508368180510752482011-03-10T21:56:00.008+01:002011-03-10T22:55:32.585+01:0010.9.6.3.2.1.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lJgHGhKG8dc/TXlIQSrfCNI/AAAAAAAAA0M/X2-xYRgG_lw/s1600/77.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 330px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lJgHGhKG8dc/TXlIQSrfCNI/AAAAAAAAA0M/X2-xYRgG_lw/s400/77.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582572657831774418" border="0" /></a>
<br />10 FAVORITER
<br /><em>Färg: Kastanjebrun</em>
<br /><em>Mat: </em>tapas
<br /><em>Band: PJ Harvey</em>
<br /><em>Film:</em> Tala med henne
<br /><em>Bok: The wind up bird chronicle</em>
<br /><em>Sport: </em>Badminton
<br /><em>Årstid</em>: Hösten, för jag älskar färgerna och ljuset.
<br /><em>Veckodag:</em> Jag vet inte varför, men jag har alltid gillat torsdagar.
<br /><em>Glassmak:</em> Saffran
<br /><em>Tid på dygnet:</em>Kvällar, jag har alltid varit en kvällsmänniska.
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<br />9 FÖR TILLFÄLLET
<br /><em>Humör: Tr</em>ött och orkeslös.
<br /><em>Smak: </em>syrlig
<br /><em>Kläder</em>: Min gröna tröja som varit min favorit i 8 år, svart kofta, grå kjol, svarta tights.
<br /><em>Bakgrund</em>: Pale blue eyes, med Velvet Underground.
<br /><em>Nagellack:</em> Inget.
<br /><em>Tid:</em>22:11
<br /><em>Omgivning:</em> Röd soffa, grå filt, katt på fötterna. Mitt pop-hörn. <3
<br />Irritationsobjekt: Självdiciplinen.
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<br />6 HAR DU NÅGONSIN
<br /><em>Dejtat någon av dina nära vänner:</em> Ja, det slutade illa.
<br /><em>Brutit mot lagen:</em> Ja.
<br /><em>Blivit arresterad: </em>Haha ja...
<br /><em>Badat naken: </em>Många gånger.
<br /><em>Varit med på TV: </em>Ja.
<br /><em>Kysst någon du inte känner:</em>Många gånger.
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<br />3 PERSONER
<br /><em>Du kan berätta allt för:</em> Edith, Isak och allt som oftast Niclas.
<br /><em>Du tycker om: </em>Calle, Andreas, Karla
<br /><em>Du inte gillar:</em> Jag ogillar sällan specifika människor. När jag ogillar människor ogillar jag oftast alla människor, och då är det ingenting personligt utan jag som inte förstår mänskligheten.
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<br /><em>Kaffe eller te:</em> Jag har ett koffeinhjärta. Fast jag älskar te egentligen. Förr drack jag alltid te.
<br /><em>Vår eller höst: </em>Höst, fast efter en lång vinter vill jag bara ha vår...
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<br /><p>1 ÖNSKAN: Min egen plats. Där jag kan vara helt mig själv och sätta min egen prägel. En plats som är bara min och där jag kan återspegla mig själv.</p><p>
<br /></p><p>Tack <a href="http://interruptedfashion.blogg.se/">Jeanette</a> för frågorna.
<br /></p>Zanzihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13218162636195021654noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1793723950490586351.post-1362181130374813742011-03-10T21:38:00.005+01:002011-03-10T21:53:09.542+01:0010 x 10<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gSyh9oHfItg/TXk5tjKTzmI/AAAAAAAAAzc/YRFpEk8iC2k/s1600/jonas%2Bmattsson.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gSyh9oHfItg/TXk5tjKTzmI/AAAAAAAAAzc/YRFpEk8iC2k/s400/jonas%2Bmattsson.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582556667797818978" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Photo: <a href="www.subvertmedia.net">Jonas Mattsson</a> </span><br />Ok, so I have gotten over this "everything is going my way"-feeling that I've had these past two weeks. I've felt that things are moving. But I know me and I am the most impatient person I know. It's only been two weeks and I am already crawling up the walls thinking : where is my apartment!!!! Where is my new life!!!??? When can I go off and hide and just be on my own. It's like it doesn't count yet because N and I are still sharing the apartment. I just long for my own space sooooo much. Just give me 20 square metres, that will be enough. Somewhere where I can lay my head and rest. Somewhere that is all mine.<br /><br />Today has been a weird day. Yesterday I was out walking in the sun and smiling, today I have been wanting in the bitter wind just wanting to go home and sleep for weeks. I just don't understand how my moods swing sometimes. I keep trying to tell myself that I am being stupid and childish and to just set it aside. Hopefully tomorrow will be better.Zanzihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13218162636195021654noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1793723950490586351.post-62594710724858805732011-03-10T10:26:00.003+01:002011-03-10T10:36:38.681+01:00Berliner BitterHey, did you miss me?<br /><br />Recently I've had a lot to do. And I've been living with my grandmother for a time. It's like being on holiday from your own life. I haven't done any "normal" things. I've just been eating studying and sleeping mostly. It's been nice. This week i am back in my apartment, and so back to old bad habits. Like watching films instead of studying. I have to get a grip of myself...<br /><br />N and I broke up after tree years. We both thought it was for the best. He is the most fantastic man I ever knew. He is my soul mate and my best friend and means so much to me I hardly know where to begin. But we had to move on. No hard feelings though. We both agreed to this, and actually, I think it is SO nice to be alone. Now I just need my own apartment so I can be alone. For real this time. Hopefully it won't take too long.<br /><br />Berlin. Was where N and I met for the first time. They shut just about a month ago. This was one of their cocktails. Berliner Bitter. Not that bitter though. ;) But it is nice with nostalgia.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SgCL-L5li8s/TXibQTfiLTI/AAAAAAAAAzU/yDO-FryfKKI/s1600/DSC_0117.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SgCL-L5li8s/TXibQTfiLTI/AAAAAAAAAzU/yDO-FryfKKI/s400/DSC_0117.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582382442538478898" border="0" /></a>Zanzihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13218162636195021654noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1793723950490586351.post-69317269222827676502011-02-25T00:07:00.001+01:002011-02-25T00:10:42.630+01:00'till next time...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BXuXvqukSlk/TWblBbzo1lI/AAAAAAAAAzI/n7YYCVOzCQU/s1600/paradisbalkong%2Bo%2Bgotland%2Bmajjuni%2B08%2B053.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BXuXvqukSlk/TWblBbzo1lI/AAAAAAAAAzI/n7YYCVOzCQU/s400/paradisbalkong%2Bo%2Bgotland%2Bmajjuni%2B08%2B053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577397001351910994" border="0" /></a>Eat. Pray. Love.Zanzihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13218162636195021654noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1793723950490586351.post-81565505735210012212011-02-15T09:01:00.002+01:002011-02-15T09:06:22.415+01:00Personlighetstest<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gEemPAeZJ5U/TVoz6-wickI/AAAAAAAAAyU/4niCm2ovDhE/s1600/hej.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 329px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gEemPAeZJ5U/TVoz6-wickI/AAAAAAAAAyU/4niCm2ovDhE/s400/hej.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573824577196421698" /></a><br />Din personlighetstyp:<br /><br />Kreativa, handlingskraftiga och snabbtänkta. Duktiga på många saker. Tycker om att debattera och kan vara angelägna om att få sista ordet. Entusiastiska över nya idéer och projekt, men kan brista i förmåga att hantera vardagliga rutiner. Oftast frispåkiga, uppriktiga och bestämda. Uppskattar att umgås med andra och är själva stimulerande sällskap. Utomordentlig förmåga att förstå komplicerade koncept och finna logiska lösningar på problem.<br /><br />Karriärer som skulle kunna passa dig:<br /><br />Entreprenörer, jurister, psykologer, fotografer, konsulter, säljare, skådespelare, ingenjörer, forskare, uppfinnare, marknadsförare, programmerare, komiker, analytiker, kreditrådgivare, journalister, psykiatriker, PR-ansvariga, designers, skribenter, artister, musiker, politiker.<br /><br />Tack <a href="http://elsa89.blogg.se/">Elsa</a>! Personlighetstetet hittar du <a href="http://se.41q.com/">här</a>.Zanzihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13218162636195021654noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1793723950490586351.post-35053829226954996932011-02-14T16:37:00.003+01:002011-02-14T16:51:10.577+01:00ValentineSomeone really made my day. I got home, cold and with a kind of "fuck the system"- anger. (I think it had something to do with talking about classes in society, and the fact that the speaker on the train was on really loud, and the driver kept shouting at people to stay clear from the doors. So I listened to "Common people" with pulp which made me more angry.) Anyhow, got home, opened my mailbox to find it full of crap (bills, advertisement and stuff...) but on the bottom of the pile was a mysteriously anonymous valentines card addressed to me! I've been sitting and admiring it and smiling and trying to recognise the handwriting, waiting for some sort of give away on whom might have sent it. But I have absolutely no idea. Someone just made my day. Who ever you are. Thank you so much! <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zRzXRFQyvG8/TVlPEHrgvkI/AAAAAAAAAyM/I-DOeA8HfJA/s1600/valentine.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 392px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zRzXRFQyvG8/TVlPEHrgvkI/AAAAAAAAAyM/I-DOeA8HfJA/s400/valentine.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573572946047319618" border="0" /></a><br />And to the rest of you: I hope you have the best valentines. <3Zanzihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13218162636195021654noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1793723950490586351.post-53165247186288694022011-02-14T13:00:00.000+01:002011-02-14T13:00:22.603+01:00Oh Yoko!<iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/JP6AH1zElKg?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""></iframe>Zanzihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13218162636195021654noreply@blogger.com0