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Existence is still brutal!
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Sat, Nov. 26th, 2005 08:23 pm
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Travelling is one of my favourite pass-times. To experience other places, their food, their music, their smells and sounds is fantastic. There is so much to see. There is so much to learn. I have liked mose places I've been to but here are my top-5 places that I recommend: 1. Tokyo. Oh what fun it is! The ultra-modern meets the ancient in a fabulous mix. The food is delicious and you can shop til you drop. A must see and do! 2. London. Someone once said "When a man is tired of London, he is tired of life." Great place for sight-seeing, shopping, clubbing and just hanging out in pubs. 3. Dublin. A friendly and very easy going city. Lots of nice bars. Great atmosphere. 4. Nerja. A new favourite of mine. On the south coast of Spain lies this little cute town with fabulous beaches, great restaurants a set in a beautiful landscape. 5. Stockholm archipelago. My childhood summers. Fresh fish and wild strawberries. The glittering blue sea, the green grass and the sun-warmed rocks. Very beautiful. Very relaxing. I found a site where you can fill out your own world map that shows the where you've been. This is what my map looks like: create your own visited countries map or vertaling Duits Nederlands Current Mood:  content  
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Mon, Sep. 19th, 2005 09:28 pm
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Ok, I've had more than my fair share of granny tit viewing. I mean really.... At first I was at the beach and went *doh* *doh* *doh* *doh* (that was me looking in four directions) unable not to see granny tit. Big granny tit, pale granny tit, tan granny tit, wrinkly granny tit, saggy granny tit, very saggy granny tit. You name it, I've seen it. Me like a little prude keeping my one-piece bathing suit on at all times (apart from when I'm in a sun top and shorts). It must be the bad influence of the Irish catholic spouse. *nod self* Anyway, as the week progressed granny tit became part of the scenery and now I'm kind of more thinking "Good on yis grannies! Fair fucks to yis!" (in me best Irish accent) Why should it be that topless sunbathing is only for women aged 15-25 with slender figures and perky boobs? Huh? And besides, god knows I've seen enough middle aged men with larger boobs than I have. Hairy at that! (No, not mine!) So there! I'm not gonna take my kit off, don't worry, but I think the grannies on the beach are probably doing the world a favour. They remind us that the whole world isn't 22 years old and size 36 and that's ok. That's the way it should be because invariably it is. Current Mood:  thoughtful  
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Mon, Sep. 12th, 2005 06:54 am
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Friday afternoon. Me and Magnus were assigned to bake muffins. Mia had happily told us it would take about 2 hours to bake 300 muffins. We started at 16:30. We baked. Melted butter, cracked eggs, whisked, stired, added flour, baking powder, vanilla sugar, baked baked baked. The clock struck 19:00. We baked. The clock struck 21:00. We baked. At 21:37 we stopped baking. Bleh! Then we met up at 08:00 in pouring rain to fix the coffee. Delivered coffee and muffins to Patrik and then we headed off to the meeting we were going to. Gah!
We brought our Irish friends to a Swedish crayfish party on Saturday night. Very pleasant. I was impressed by their ability to peel and eat the crayfish. Slightly fortified by good old Absolut. Then they left for Stockholm on Sunday. *sniff* Sunday the 11th of September. The planes. The orange, red and black clouds of fire. The collapse. I was home sick that day. I was walking past the tv in the sitting room when I first heard. I'm sure you can recall where you were too, at that time, on that day. Then two years later Anna. Our clearest voice in the world and our future leader killed in an inane act of violence. Oh Anna, so many hopes died with you.
Monday today. Off to work in a minute. Workity work. Workity work. Workity work tomorrow too and then on Wednesday we go to Spain! Wheeee! :D Current Mood:  tired  
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