Eat. Pray. Love.
2011-02-25
2011-02-15
Personlighetstest
Din personlighetstyp:
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.
Karriärer som skulle kunna passa dig:
Entreprenörer, jurister, psykologer, fotografer, konsulter, säljare, skådespelare, ingenjörer, forskare, uppfinnare, marknadsförare, programmerare, komiker, analytiker, kreditrådgivare, journalister, psykiatriker, PR-ansvariga, designers, skribenter, artister, musiker, politiker.
Tack Elsa! Personlighetstetet hittar du här.
2011-02-14
Valentine
Someone 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! 
And to the rest of you: I hope you have the best valentines. <3
And to the rest of you: I hope you have the best valentines. <3
2011-02-13
2011-02-12
Masquerade
In one hour I am leaving for Niclas cousins birthday party, and then to Toves birthday masquerade. You get to guess who I'm going to be...
I'll give you some pictures later. X
I'll give you some pictures later. X
Lazy old sun
Good morning! Yesterday some friends came over and what whas meant to be a small get together suddenly turned into a party. A lot of people whom I haven't seen for ages, it was really nice. Awoke with the sun in my face. I'm noticing how much more happy I am now. I guess it's a combination off things, the sun is one of them. I hate winters. My muscles don't hurt as much any more. Which means I am getting stronger. I'm amazed because I didn't think my body would get used to training this fast. I am sitting in the sun drinking coffee from my new tiny coffe cup. I am so happy for it. Someone had thrown it away so I rescued it. Isn't it pretty? It makes me happy. :) Lazy old sun - The Kinks
2011-02-11
Damn You Auto Correct!
I just have to recommend a page for you. Damn You Auto Correct!
Some of these just make me laugh until I cry. I started following them on reader the other week, and they make me crack up every time. Some of them are so funny!
Some of these just make me laugh until I cry. I started following them on reader the other week, and they make me crack up every time. Some of them are so funny!
Day 11: My sisters
My sisters are two of the most important people in my life. No one can make me so happy or so sad. I love them both in different ways. In many ways they are complete opposites in many ways quite alike.
When my sister My was born, Clara was only two years old. When our parents didn't have as much time for her with a new baby in the house I took care of her most of the time. She always slept in my bed and I always played with her. I think that is why we got so close, and are still really close today. I chose the name Clara. There was an older girl at my school that was really nice and she was called Klara. I guess I looked up to her, so that's why. My grandma wanted her to be called Adolf, but she was voted down. Haha. I remember being so excited when she was born. I had dressed up in my favourite dress and there are loads of pictures of me posing in the hospital corridor.
For some reason My and I never really got as close. She always wanted to go her own way, I never really felt I managed to influence her (I always used to give my sisters cd compilations that I'd made for their birthdays and stuff). In many ways I really recognise myself in My. Like I was when I was her age. I think we are more alike than she knows and I really want to get to know her better. If you compare pictures of me and of My when we were baby's you can hardly tell the difference. We look so alike it is a bit scary. I miss her most of the time. I want to see her more often. I can't remember who chose the name My. What I remember is that no one could decide what to call her so I guess she was just "the baby" for a while. But some how we all knew she´d grow up to be a mischievous little girl. So My only seemed right. Like Lilla My in Tove Janssons stories about Mumindalen. Somehow I think Clara and My grew into their names. Like Clara is still the sweet diplomatic one and My is still the mischievous rebel. Love you two. <3 onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9jl4qQoEuc4APWUlH3zAgiYba9USjui4GRZaCIVDa9WxHuVmECm98X3Jhl37Rd1JI1VUkLtWJynls_I4QCUgDkPhbyQszst6eRCmVceRmIzkF4D1Qu-7QGrk9cCo5R8yCXvKXgmGadY8/s1600/Moy.JPG">
Ok, maybe not so alike in this pic though. Sorry yo embarrass you My. I'm your big sister, it's my prerogative... x /G
When my sister My was born, Clara was only two years old. When our parents didn't have as much time for her with a new baby in the house I took care of her most of the time. She always slept in my bed and I always played with her. I think that is why we got so close, and are still really close today. I chose the name Clara. There was an older girl at my school that was really nice and she was called Klara. I guess I looked up to her, so that's why. My grandma wanted her to be called Adolf, but she was voted down. Haha. I remember being so excited when she was born. I had dressed up in my favourite dress and there are loads of pictures of me posing in the hospital corridor.
For some reason My and I never really got as close. She always wanted to go her own way, I never really felt I managed to influence her (I always used to give my sisters cd compilations that I'd made for their birthdays and stuff). In many ways I really recognise myself in My. Like I was when I was her age. I think we are more alike than she knows and I really want to get to know her better. If you compare pictures of me and of My when we were baby's you can hardly tell the difference. We look so alike it is a bit scary. I miss her most of the time. I want to see her more often. I can't remember who chose the name My. What I remember is that no one could decide what to call her so I guess she was just "the baby" for a while. But some how we all knew she´d grow up to be a mischievous little girl. So My only seemed right. Like Lilla My in Tove Janssons stories about Mumindalen. Somehow I think Clara and My grew into their names. Like Clara is still the sweet diplomatic one and My is still the mischievous rebel. Love you two. <3 onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9jl4qQoEuc4APWUlH3zAgiYba9USjui4GRZaCIVDa9WxHuVmECm98X3Jhl37Rd1JI1VUkLtWJynls_I4QCUgDkPhbyQszst6eRCmVceRmIzkF4D1Qu-7QGrk9cCo5R8yCXvKXgmGadY8/s1600/Moy.JPG">
Ok, maybe not so alike in this pic though. Sorry yo embarrass you My. I'm your big sister, it's my prerogative... x /G
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