Karolina.

Time flies when you are having fun. I live flying.

2011-08-18T01:22:00.005+02:00

More than six months have passed since I last wrote. Translation: Too little dull time infront of Mr MacBook. oh, and we actually got divorced, or no, I got widowed and got myself a new lifepartner, a new MrMacBook unibody edition. He too satisfies all my needs.
From Mexico I flied to Buenos Aires, celebrated the last Xmas there, with just my family. As not my family grannys and aunts, but JUST my family ma, papa and brother. Cute. (dont know)
I flew back to Europe and Stockholm, was supposed to be un- and re-packing south america for the alps but ended up in series of casestudies for some interviews I wasn't really planning, got myself a job, and bam! landed in amazing Val Thorens where I got stuck somewhere outside the slopes and in the park for two months. i love skiing. it is the only place where i think i could stuck.
Finally making it back to Sweden I got back to school. First time at Handels in a year. A whole ten 10! weeks later I passed my exams, achieved getting summer holidays, felt like time stood still and just had to LEAVE and do something new! (notice the tragic irony of rootlessness). Me and Rebecka bought interrail tickets, left for europe final desination surf camp Biarritz and explored Europe in lots of trains. Amazing how well trains cross europe nowadays. You would imagine they were better "before" (bättre förr!) when there were not so many flights but really, you can get anywhere by a train at anytime anytime soon!
Confession 1: I have to apologize to ze gerrmanns! sorry mein hertz isch has bin macht gefürdomsfüll against your culture, language and generally everything. Berlin is my new favourite city (among 50 others -but still), the german language is crazy funny and I now believe that I am a native speaker, and the food isnt that bad either! Ich bin apologize-ful.
Berlin -> Prague ->Vienna -> Salzburg -> Amsterdam -> Paris -> Bordeaux -> San Sebastián -> Biarritz and hello we are now surfers! amazing. surfing is sooo hard, so annoying your patience and soo soo soo much fun! Following this very exhausting trip I have now been resting (not synonymous to recovering) on the swedish westcoast for the past 6 weeks tanning, boating, playing cards, wakeboarding, drinking beer, getting fish shots, sailing, worked as a maître de hôte at a restaurant a few times, eating way too much sweets and refusing to aknowledge the coming semester when I will have to get my thumb out of my * and write some kind of final thesis. So instead I am maturely ignoring it and planning some going to France-thing in three weeks and wasting my time looking for impossible ridiculously huge chalets for my coming season i Verbier.

Confession 2: Hello I am fleeing reality like a mouse running amongst traps.
Well my time flies and so do I and I think like it. (but i cant think when I fly so how would I know?)

I shall not stop and stop being curious until I am a grown up. An adult. And that I shall not need to become until I eventually have a child (and that transformation's only because a child can not have a child itself).

Hello navidad?!

2010-11-28T19:34:00.003+01:00

Christmas is here. At least they say so. Felt like I just got here. Feels like it is still September. Feels like Rudolf is far far away with santa and the gang on some pacific island still. Do they even make it to Mehhiicco?
Today is first of Advent. I have Xmas deck'ed my room here. Tiny lights, red glitter balls and four plasticish synthetic smelling candles on a plate that is kind of supposed to be an Adventsljusstake. People laugh at me. But how are we supposed to get oriented and set on Xmas mode if December, like here, just feels like an awful lot of exams, goodbyes and some Piñatas in between on a normal jeans and long sleeve tshirt day?
First of Advent. Queeee? No entiendo nada. When did this happen? And why do I have so awful incredibly lot to do now?
The answer is a long and kind of pleasant-scary word:

Procastination.

Like a very wise mexican once said, procastination is just like masturbation. Kind of satisfying and feels quite good for a while, but in the end you realize you're just f*cking yourself.

Mehhicco, Tequila and Tortillas!

2010-11-24T07:36:00.006+01:00

I have been bad. But I am amazingly good! I have been in Mexico. For many months now. But no blogging. But que puedo decir - mañana mañana mentality! Me encanta Messiccoo. Its a fabulous country. And as I firmly stated this is not a diary of what I eat.. It is not really the sun-palm trees-pool trio place I thought, but it has way more magic than I predicted.
The food is VERY strong. And with mucha variacion - tortilla with meat, tortilla with pork, tortilla with cheese, tortilla with pigskin, tortilla with fish, tortilla with steak, tortilla with beans. Red salsa, or green salsa? And Coriander all over. What are we having today?
The people are extremely friendly. Helpful. Open. Fun. Generous. Me encanta. MacStore didn't sell the converter I needed. Neither the cable extension. Two blocks later I hear a razzling sound of keys in the pocket of someone running - I have a cable here, its a bit old if you dont mind but you can have it. Generous sporty people. I like.
School is reviving the kindergarden concept again. No-brains. Homeworks, attendance, controles, class-participation, teacher naming you randomly to answer during class, exams every month.. Hello responsibility and freedom. You gotta be a heavy daydreamer to not be able to know by heart every tiny decimal of the lovely churros accounting exercise. The guys of sombreroland are extreme gentlemen. Let's hope I don't get used to it since it will be very hard to get back to reality outside princess-world. I think I have lost my arm muscles by now. Haven't opened a car door or pulled out a chair for months. Always ladies first. First out the elevator. First up the stairs. Always ladies always everything. Very respectful. Talk well. No pushing. No stalking. Taking the time. And definitely no action. The wine is terrible. The tequila is not that bad. The lemons are green. The tomatoes as well. The party is excellent, at human hours. The air is dirty, and so gets the hair and face in no time. The beer is golden. The accent is funny, but listen to me now and my Argentine boludoing is far far gone :(
And I have made amazing friends.

Hola Mexico, me espantas pero me encantas!

The year without Summer

2010-09-23T21:41:00.003+02:00

2010. Summer collection came. Then Autumn clothes filled up the stores.

What happened? Where was the sun? The ocean? The holidays?

I got bank-spanked all summer. Slaving 15-17 hours a day. Learned more in two months than in two years of university. Found a carreer that I want. A goal. And finally understood the meaning of the skin colour "English Blue".

I got the JOB. THE job. The job that I will start the day I finish university. The job that is not just get-a-shitload-of-cash-really-quickly-to-spend-even-quicker-on-travelling-and-shopping-job, but THE-job-my-life-carreer-job.

Accepting it would mean taking the first step into a fourty year long tunnel.

Do I really want to enter that tunnel at the age of... 22?

Working for about 40 years. Interesting. Challenging. No exams. No holidays. No 3 hour coffee brakes in the middle of the day. Growing up. Working for living. Being an adult. Having a carreer. It is the start of a new era. A new life-phase. The phase that my entire life so far has being preparing me for. The purpose of my experiences and knowledge. The tunnel.

But I am claustrophobic.

Action! Cut!

2010-06-11T22:22:00.004+02:00

My life has been cuts.

Movies. Films. Sequences. Episodes. And in between all of them there has been firm cuts.

Many of you live your movie. A still going on movie where you are the star. I feel more like some series actress. Like in Friends. Or SATC. Or any other DVD box with episodes. Or maybe more like some thriology, some serie of independent movies like Stieg Larsson or Lord of the rings?

The more episodes you have been through, the more eager you get to explore even more of them. The first episodes were longer, calmer, stable. Now they are short, intense, hyperactive, at a speed of 220. (I actually had my quickest car drive today ever, Göteborg-Stockholm in less than 4hours).

Today I am in the end of an episode, or actually in between. I am in the middle of the cut. I have never managed to actually find myself here. In between. And I feel cut out of reality. I ended my life here, but havent started the new one yet. I cut myself out of my own life. Strange feeling. I feel like I am living in the middle of a huge vakuum. Weird.

Maybe its like when suddenly the World cup games replace your favourite Tuesday-serie one week. And you just have to walk around in emptiness and wondering about the future for another week.

Are you a movie cutter? Please call me. I am definitely interested.

Sommarsval.

2010-06-03T01:36:00.005+02:00

Sommarsval smoothie. I walked past a sign today saying sommarsval smoothie. "summer chilled smoothie". Which is supposed to sound, and actually does, really tempting. Refreshing.

But how cold is sommarsval? Summer chilled? Summer cold smoothie? My summer isn't (hopefully!) that cold. Refrigerated. Shouldn't it be wintercold in that case? Or maybe spring fresh? Summer cold doesn't really sound right, but still quite tempting!

Just a thought.

Argentina drives crazy.

2010-05-18T01:50:00.004+02:00

Argentine streets are planned. Every block is a perfect square. All the streets are perfectly planned parallel and perpendicular. All of them are one-way streets organised every second going the same way. There are no lanes whatsoever, you drive next to as many vehicles that could possibly fit in the poor width of the street. And why use signal lights when you swich lane on a 12 lane wide highway?

Each day is a plane crash in the city of Buenos Aires. Every day more than 200 people are killed in traffic.

The biggest car survives. And with a big black blingbling jeep I need some heavy beats.

Latest playlist 2010

http://open.spotify.com/user/karolinalv/playlist/0iNhmyRuAltHO6NqLkWgSo

Keep rollin!

spring's in

2010-04-30T23:48:00.003+02:00

Spring. Autumn.

Today is Valborgsmässoafton, the welcoming of the spring. And what welcoming it gets in the nordic country of Sweden. Guys you have been out partying the whole night yesterday, and today you are keeping the %level up all day out in parks all over the country. And you all gather in the huge student cities, spraying sparkling all over eachother. People light huge fires and sing songs about the new season. Hello spring. The return of the sun. Worth celebrating!

Here the seasons are few. There is summer. And then there is three months of rainy'coldish.

No wonder people don't feel guilty for having lunch indoors. Or staying in watching a movie on a sunny day. Back at home its a crime staying in while the sun is out. I do feel terribly guilty for sleeping in on a sunny saturday. Today I played tennis with the sun making me blind for the whole hour just to not play on the shady side. I am so swedish. As soon as the sun shines and the spring is around the corner, the whole country just rushes out. People fill up the parks, steps and stairs, the sidewalks get full of people outside resaturants, eating with four layers of clothes and huge jackets on. But the sun is out. So is the people. And the happiness. It's like the energy just found its way back into people's mind.

Stay happy amigos. The sun is back, spring is here and the country just woke up from way too many months of hibernating.

Sun is out. So are we. Smile.

MASTER PLAN

2010-04-02T16:07:00.002+02:00

Here we go. Master plan. The biggest plan of my life.

My dreams are supposed to come true. This is it. This is what I have been wanting. This is what I want to do instead of being locked in in some boring economist-plant.

I remembered sitting down at dinnertable with my family in december. Presenting it. The masterplan was written.

Winter '10 - Studying SSE until end march.
Spring '10 - Then apply for an internship in buenos aires or if not just study spanish here until june.
Summer '10 - Apply, do a thousand of,interviews and hope to get an investment-banking internship in London during the summer.
Fall '10 - Apply and try to get an exchange semester in Mexico, or Sydney.
Winter '11 - Go skiing for three months in the alps.
Spring '11 - Get back to SSE and study my last courses of 2nd year.
Summer '11 - Travelling the world
Autumn '11- - II -
2012 - Get back to SSE and finish my degree and get a cool flashy well paid job.

This is what I wanted. I didn't know wheather it would ever be possible. I just arrived in Argentina. I am starting my internship at Ericssons financial division on Monday. The 21st of June I start my internship in London at Goldman Sachs. Going straight from there in mid-august to Mexico and leaving for the alps around Christmas. Let's doooo this!

All my plans came true. Everything I hoped for just turned out the way I wanted them.

Still my feet are ice-cold. I can't even feel my toes.

Life of a chatoholic

2010-01-31T15:23:00.008+01:00

An ordinary night online...
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Karolina wooopa!
00:11 Martin haha !
00:11 Karolina wataaup?
00:11 Martin jag tyckte jag var rolig lördags, men du var roligare
00:12 Karolina Hur sa?
00:13 Martin du var roligare!
00:13 Karolina vad begrundas detta påstående i för kall (rumstempererad och avslagen) fakta?
00:14 Martin you went full retard man, never go full retard
00:14 Karolina hu? i went to party en la rotonda. where did you go?
00:15 Martin var där ett tag, men drog till v sen
00:15 Karolina snälla berätta nu vad jag gjort bort mig nu igen? jag klarar inte av dessa påståenden längre. du var ju jätteskoj
00:16 Martin haha, ashkan kom fram till mig igår och påstod att det fanns nån film m mig och log
00:17 Karolina vad gör du på denna film, är det artonårsgräns på den?
00:17 Martin följande konversation utspelar sig mellan oss:  M- Hur går det med raggandet?  K- bra, jag vill ha nån av er i röda hängslen  M- Härligt, här, här är Jonas, Möt Karro!
haha det hoppas jag verkligen inte! nåt från puben. äh, jag tror ashkan hypa den, jag var inte så full i puben
00:18 Karolina vad hände mellan mig och jonas, och vem är jonas?
00:18 Martin värre på middan. hhaaha!!!!. underbart citat
00:19 Karolina middagen var typiskt olugn. ett bättre fylleslag. haha usch de där meningarna såg inte så fina ut ihop. men jonas? "vad hände mellan mig och jonas, och vem är jonas?"
00:19 Martin haha. den är underbar
00:19 Karolina hahahhaa argh. ibland du, ibland galopperar alla hästarna ut ur stallet samtidigt
00:20 Martin rakt genom mun-hjärna filtret
00:20 Karolina ...?...
00:21 Martin haha aldrig hört det förut?
00:21 Karolina. hästarna är ute på ängen just nu.... så nej, jag är lite tappad. inte fysiskt, men jag hänger inte med i konversationen riktigt
00:24 Martin vad hände mellan mig och jonas, och vem är jonas?
00:24 Karolina berätta!
00:26 Martin jag tror inte nåt hände mellan er, men ni stod och prata ett tag
00:26 Karolina vem jonas?
00:26 Martin jag gillade din stil. ahlgren
00:26 Karolina min stil? herregud martin vi har ett och annat att ta igen här
00:28 Martin inga konstigheter liksom - jag vill ha nån av er i röda hängslen - vad kan du göra för mig? lite så. haha absolut
00:29 Karolina ibland så... jag gillar din stil. lite gott och blandat goes center, polly -vad gott!
00:31 Martin haha va! sa jag det?
00:31 Karolina nej, jag tycker du är det! like your style. men så försöker jag ta det lite lugnt med sötsakerna nuförtiden
00:32 Martin haha - både ja och nej ! de gångerna du är nykter i godisbutiken
00:33 Karolina hmm???
00:33 Martin vad hände mellan mig och jonas, och vem är jonas?
00:34 Karolina den här konversationen har spårat. känns som att vi är uppe i några andra dimensioner där muttrar och skruvar lossnat och godis blandats med hästar och jonas. jorden anropar och likaså min säng...
00:34 Martin haha. Im way ahead of of you på den fronten, men det är sant den har spårat
00:35 Karolina jag tappade bort tråden för en bra stund sen, och way ahead as in sleeping? förklarar ju oklarheter
00:36 Martin som sagt många trådar som ska rätas ut tvinnas ihop, flätas mm
00:37 Karolina ja kors i taket, en hel trasmatta
00:37 Martin center gott och blandat och polly en stark kombo känner jag
00:37 Karolina helt klart en riktig sötnos. mångfald. nattinatt polly! vi får bygga vidare på detta i framtiden, tills dess sov sött!

Tack till Martin S för att du är ytterst professionellt härlig.

A new decade.

2010-01-01T15:32:00.003+01:00

Happy new year and all that amigos. May this year be better. Happier. Crazier. Easier. Harder. Better. Faster. Stronger.

This is a new decade. I still remember the new millenium. It's been TEN years. Half of my life. Time runs quicker and quicker, does that mean we are getting older and older? aaah.

2010. A new decade.

Is this the decade when we will grow up? Us, the late 80's?

The decade when I finish uni and get thrown out head first smash down in to real life and get a job. A job of my own where I use my so called skills to perform and earn money? A job and a carreer that I will do for the rest of my life? Or atleast for a good 40 years, double of my lifetime so far.

Is this the decade when I will meet the love of my life? Is this the decade we will all start to get married? And oh my god might this be the decade when two not only becomes one but three or four? The decade we will start getting k. i. d. s?

Is this going to be a more serious decade? The decade when we will finally behave, take responsibilities for our actions, think before doing and be adults?

Let's just wish everyone a happy new year. Let's hope this will be a year with more champagne on Tuesdays and less Sunday-depressions. Cheers!

Feliz Buenos Aires Navidad

2009-12-26T03:13:00.004+01:00

Friday night. Christmas celebrations over and out. And I feel like a melted down swedish marshmallow-santa.

It's fascinating how much we do for our traditions. A month of preparation for a day of constant eating. People have been flying in since the tenth. My gps and the two Xmas hams got here first, then me, two days later my luggage and a whole family with two years of chocolate consumption including the Alladin-boxes (of course!) got here Sunday. Ever since we have been cooking. Making gingersnaps. Gingerbread house. Rice porridge wrapped in a blanket. Ham. Meatballs. Three homemade herrings. Jansson's temptation (who the hell was this oh-so-famous jansson?) All these things that you just have to have on this other side of the earth for that, at most, one hour long extremely special dinner.

We had it all. A complete julbord drinking julmust, mumma and julsnaps. Homemade glögg, gingerbreads, saffran buns. A super-size-me-style table with christmas-sweets. An ocean of "foam-santas". We even managed to sling-box-stream-whatever-its-called Kalle Ankas, donald duck's, christmas show to argentina to watch with our 11 am-coffee.

I am in Argentina. 12 518 kilometers from home. And I am still sipping my glögg with amazingly soft saffran buns without even thinking about the 40C heat and the sunshine. That's taken care of by the air conditioner. No strangenesses.

But it would have been nice with that once in a decade white christmas you all had back home... there is stangely weirdly nothing else i can really whine about missing out on here, twelvethousandsfivehundredeighteen kilometers from my advent calendar back at Ynglingagatan 19..

Karina Lund och Andreas Nordman

2009-11-21T01:45:00.003+01:00

Once upon a time, in a land far far away... The sun shined and the birds sang this hot summerday. Out of the woods walked a little girl, and in her hand she had a Norwegian shrimp. When they ran into the Swedish shrimp Fleming, the Norwegian shrimp said - Jeg er en hommer! (I am a lobster) A bit more posh and a little bit better. Later the same night at the dinnertable, garlic gratinated lobster was served. No strangenesses said Goran Persson with a troubled face, but promise to never do it again!

He then took a big chew from the lobster and slurped greedily until finishing it. After the dinner he went out to the car and drove towards the Sherwood's forest despite his slightly high promille concentration of alcohol in his blood. Suddenly the car bumped and the bottles of wine flew out through the window and landed in the blueberrybushes. Little John pulled the emergency brake and ran back in despair. But the wine had been soaked up by three friendly mushrooms. Wettexmushrooms. Little John gathered the broken bushy bottles, but thought that it would be stupid to waste nice wine so he picked the mushrooms and walked back to the carriage. According to Haakken Waller at Deutche there is a big upturn in the mushroom industry so Goran took his car and drove to the commodities-market and started offering the mushrooms to the highest bid. Party! The smallest dwarf, the biggest wallet, got himself drunk and bought mushrooms. Funny in july. Suddenly the dwarf got tired and went back home to his family. After having a nice dinner he ended the day exactly the way dwarfs do - by beating his wife a bit. When she finally was yellow and blue he felt satisfied for the night and fell asleep with a smile on his face. Snipp Snapp Snarka, dwarfs shall not knarka.

Snipp snore snugging, dwarfs should not be drugging.

And he never woke up again...

Autumn

2009-09-27T22:31:00.003+02:00

So school's been in for a while.

Stress is back. Self disappointment in every wink.

Let's go for the books.

Let's fall asleep.

And wake up when spring is back and exams are over.

But then we would miss all the parties. Let's let them keep us awake til dawn.

s o m m a r

2009-07-02T01:55:00.001+02:00

Summer.

2009-06-17T01:48:00.002+02:00

Well we got no choice
All the girls and boys
Makin all that noise
'Cause they found new toys
Well we can't salute ya
Can't find a flag
If that don't suit ya
That's a drag

School's out for summer
School's out forever
School's been blown to pieces
No more pencils
No more books
No more teacher's dirty looks
Well we got no class
And we got no principles
And we got no innocence
We can't even think of a word that rhymes
School's out for summer
School's out forever
School's been blown to pieces
Out for summer
Out till fall
We might not go back at all
School's out forever
School's out for summer
School's out with fever
School's out completely

Superhero School of Economics

2009-06-06T03:35:00.005+02:00

Self disappointment.

Thats what our life is all about.

To all of you who thought you really were something. All of you that had goals, that you had the strenght to fight for and achieve. All of you that were not good at something, but great at learning anything. everything. Especially within studies. To all of you at Stockholm School of Economics.

Starting here, you thought you were something. Out of nine or ten applicants, you got chosen. You got a spot in the oh so famous but undeniable mostly living of its oh so old glory and reputation-school. You started here and thought you were something. You studied your ass off and tried to keep up with the high study pace. If you failed, the usual excuse from before was that you atleast had a social life and that you were out having a blast last night.

You walked through that big door and met another 299 "i am so damn good at nothing but everything"s. They were smart, fun, good looking and partied their asses off every single night. If you failed to keep up the partypace the old usual excuse was that you atleast have a future.

(Or maybe that you are good at something else. Singing. Acting. Maths. Golf. Not. In that case you would have been doing that at this very moment.)

You try to keep up with the studypace. You fail. Selfdisappointment. You put up your own goals but never reach them. Selfdisappointment. You try to get organised and put up goals that you might be able to reach. Nope. You planned to clean out your closet a month ago. eeeh. Selfdisappointment. You have been trying to walk by and pick up your dryclean for the last ten days. Havent happened (you walk by there every day on your way to school). You have to read at least ten out of those 35 pages for tomorrow. Never. Selfdisappointment. You try to get to the gym three times a week. Works for the first week, but then total disappointment. And the excuse can no longer be the usual to the smart geeks - "At least I have a social life" Or to the drunkpartyqueens -"I have a future, and its damn well paid".

The excuse you try to convince yourself its all because of your intense studies. But where are those grades? At SSE everyone is damn good att studying. Theyre invincible in the bar. Theyre the dancingqueens. Theyre professional sportsment. They play the piano and all the other instruments. They have part-time jobs with high curricular value. They volunteer for childen in Africa. They are super social. Super nice. Super fun. Superheroes.

Thats my goal. To become like them. I failed. I always fail.

Selfdisappointment. Always selfdisappointed.

Cultural differences

2009-06-01T10:16:00.002+02:00

I love cultures.

Different people from different places with different views, different language, different interests, different goals, different needs and different past.

Try to put five of those together! What would you do with them? Go for a drink?

I love cultures. I love languages. Just being able to get to know this other person and actually understand all those noises he or she makes is fantastiquee!

We are different. Thats why we like eachother. If not, we would be satisfied with ourselves only right? We wouldnt need anyone else if they were all like us?

We are different. Thas why we hate eachother. We dont understand eachother.

Cultural differences. The excuse for arguments. War. And misunderstandings.

Try to have a relationship within different cultures.

Culture. In Swedish "cul" means fun. And "tur" means luck or ride.

A funny lucky relationship? Or a fun ride?

Out of experience it is a fun ride, a rollercoaster. The different views on dos and donts are massive. What to wear. What to drink. How to behave. Who to hang out with.

Cultural differences.

I am cultural. I like museums.

Spring

2009-05-26T00:41:00.002+02:00

Spring just got to stockholm.

People are crazy, just cos the sun's out so is the skin. Shorts, tshirt, dresses etc?! Come on, its sweden! Suddenly people rush outside and leave their clothes behind. It's 15 degrees. Not 35.

Spring's in. Inspring.

Made one of those today to promote (marketing 7p's) the SUMMARFEST (an intangible product) which is going to be awesome. If i just survive these exams.

Spring's in. And so are the mosquitoes. Everywhere.

Spring's in.

Springsteen.

Thoughts

2009-04-24T11:54:00.002+02:00

A blog doesnt have to be a diary. Or a life schedule. Mine is now officially not going to be anything. Just some thoughts about life. Or death. Or just another time consuming stress reliever.

Today I finally did what a man has to do. For about four months Ive been supposed to go for a health checkup. Which means blood flooding. It took me four months to book it. And now for four weeks I have been supposed to go to war and get that blood tapped out. Monday is my checkup. Today is friday. And this morning i chose to hit the floor with that loud thump.

But its alright, im used to failures after nearly a year at SSE. No matter how load the music in my ears was, no matter how focused I was on my goal and no matter how well i tried my best to breathe. Boom. Into the floor. Meanwhile I was somewhere super comfy, nice, happy dark and warm. -Hello! hello? Are you with us?

Argh! Having to leave that nice place to wake up at a cold sterile boring laboratory again...

It's weird how our body reacts. How it takes us to a super confy party place when we're about to do something we dont like. And then brings us back again when its over.

The human being is not supposed to give away its blood. We are supposed to defend ourselves. But when the mind takes over the body weird things might happen. Self destruction. Wasted drinking. Drugs making yourself inconcious. Insane eating til you throw up. Minimized dieting making oyur body eat itself. Music so loud it hurts. Forcing yourself when your body screams of pain. Have you seen those girls in ironman? crazy.

No wonder some people take drugs to disconnect their brain.... Too bad its too late tho...

Well well. I am alive. And I am happy its over. Although I wonder where I was while that needle was in my arm. That nice, dark, fun, happy, warm place. Where is that? How and when does my brain decide to take me there? And when am i going back?

Packing

2009-04-13T18:30:00.002+02:00

It's amazing this phenomenon called packing.

First you go through all your wardrobe and pick out everything you might need, from every single drawer. If you're able to close your bag remember you need space for shopping! And then shoes. They go along the sides. With socks inside.

The bag of all the toileteries whatever you call them, and they're big. Not big as flat big, but they are big in every direction, so you need to have deep space in a corner, not only flat on top. And this new thing. Cables. Cables. Everytime i travel I carry around cables. Charger for my phone. Charger to mr macbook. and the extensioncable for it. and the ipod cable. and the camera cable. and the camera charger. and the electrical toothbrush charger. OMG when will they invent the universal charger?! a cable with a plug that fits into most devices. how hard can it be to have a universal hole in all electronics?

Whatever you have packed you need to go it through twice and pick out things you're not going to wear more than twice.

Never underestimate handluggage. It can be big as an incabin-rolling-suitcase and they never weight it. Thats where you put all your 4kg books (marketing of course, never harry potter!) and jewellry with heavy diamonds.

The best way of packing would be to go pick out everyhting you need, and that goes together, instead of everyhting that might fit & u might need. But im young and blonde for some more years...

The worst thing with packing is if your bag fits more than its supposed weight.

I can stuff about 30-40 kg in my suitcase. Not good.

Good is that my dad is visiting me in two days. His suitcase (he doesnt know it's his yet) is almost full. But since he is only going to be in stockholm for three days he will never need to wear anyhting more than twice. So he has space.

Life

2009-04-08T08:02:00.004+02:00

If you don't believe me when I say that everything is so much better in Argentina, that life here is so much better than on the other side of the globe you can just look at the bottles of Coke Zero. They're 600ml here instead of 500ml.

Strong enough proof that life here is at least 20% better.

Los Classicos

2009-04-07T03:01:00.003+02:00

Manicure & Pedicure. French on my fingers and coral on my feet. Classic.

Waiting for it to dry in the sun. Classic.

Fresh squeezed juice and tostados de jamon y queso with mum and more sun. Classic.

Sushi for lunch and a box of Freddo Dulce de Leche con brownie, with some extra DDL on top. Classic.

Studying marketing in a hammock on N's balcony listening to the sound of my heart, my buenos aires. A coming classic.

A Frozen mojito on the roof of Limbo, watching the sunset on plaza palermo viejo. Classic.

"In sweden we draw penises on peoples faces when they fall asleep. That's a classic."

Cientodos punto tres (102.3) Aspen. Los Classicos.

Life is tough. Get used to it.

2009-04-06T01:31:00.004+02:00

Baires.

Lovely. BA. BsAs. Buenos. Baires. Buenos Aires. So many words of love.

Life here is easy.

Friday morning I had to get up quite early, since my masseuse got here at 9.30. Tough.

Then going to the hairdresser and get a haircut, an hour of intensive hairtreatment and a headmassage. Tough. Walking home in the sunshine, picking up empanada

s on the way and then take a nap in my sunbed. Tough. Picking out a dress for the night. Tough. Having dinner at Kansas with daiquiri nachos and ribs. Tough. Another two

strawberry daq's at puerta uno. Tough. Having to sit at the table drinkin

champagne in crobar's vip. Tougher. Sleeping til 3 on saturday. Tough. Waking up and order delivery breakfast while playing Mario Kart on Wii. Tough. Travelling in taxi everywhere, hurrying picking out a dress and make up in 15 min before going for dinner at the norwegians. Tough. Starbucks coffee before some free frozen Mojitos in Kandi bar. Tough. Getting those Vip passes for Southfest raving all nite with too much Chandon. Life IS tough.

Today we've been playing indianos paddling kayaks through the Argentine djungle. Paused on a beach to tan for a while before joddling home again. From now on please call me red sunset hawkeye.

Should prob go to sleep soon. Have a heavy day tomorrow with

massage at 9.30. Before that I gotta go out and sleep in the sun a bit, need some tan. At 11 i have manicure and pedicure, then i have to go for sushi at my darling's, shopping in Palermo viejo with a well deserved traditional after-shopping frozen Mojito on the roof of Limbo. Life is tough.

Hope everything is great back in Europe. Heard the spring is sneeking back. :)

Don't feel sorry for me, I do survive here believe it or not ;) But it's tough....

Tough.

BA BABY!

2009-04-03T04:03:00.003+02:00

So far. Incredibly good.

Thank you dear Nico for picking me up at the airport. For all my dear BA lovers, the lunch at Kansas tasted incredibly good in the sunshine! The ojo de bife for d

inner was not bad either, and so werent the lunch at La Parolaccia Dolce e Caffe tampoco. :)

Im doing a rehab / sleepcamp here accordning to my parents. According to me an ego boost camp. haha! Here I feel pretty. I am well dressed. I am special. I am the nightlife princess. I am THE Blonde. :)

And I am in love!

BA love baby. BA love.

Travelling in a suit.

2009-04-02T17:24:00.003+02:00

Here we go. Here we went.

Last day of banking, went straight to Covent garden with Anders and there we found Baba giving us flyers. Touristic. But when the flyer said Los Locos things changed. Los Locos suits us like our suits. Jug of Mai Tai (which suited perfectly with our suits and Anders' red hair..) for 9 quid. Eating two for one. Not bad.

quote: K: "if we carry on drinking like this somone's guna get drunk." both: "niiiiiiceeee".

Met up with Liz for a last goodbye. Like old time's love we felt like ending it with our passion strawberry daiquiri. At Dirty Martini. After lots of waiting we got ourselves drinks. They werent frozen daiquiris. But they were red and they were strawberry and it was love.

I showed up at Heathrow in suit with nice skirt, pink suitcase, red cheeks and loads of handluggage. Asked to be seated next to an empty seat, managed to get myself upgraded to four own seats, four own TV's, two toiletkits and two pair of socks. nice. slept all night after beating the whole plane in Texas Hold'em.

An australian guy was bringing me to the first class lounge, but i just realized i had to board...

In Brazil i tried to swich to an earlier flight but that fake blonde portugesespeaking bitch told me it was impossible cos i had a checked in suitcase. like if that would be extraordinary?! I told her i wanted to talk to her manager. The manager was nice, told me everyhting about his swedish trip and some swedish words he knew and asked me if i wanted any special seat on the earlier flight. I told him i like the emergency exit. and then he went to get my suitcase to the earlier flight. Got to sunny Buenos Aires at 11.20, two hours earlier.

SUIT IS POWER. POWER SUITS ME.

Final banking

2009-04-02T02:43:00.004+02:00

FT. Final time.Last days of banking were heavy. Nice but heavy.

I think I learnt more here in a week than I did at SSE for a semester.

Must have been the suit.

There is a clear cost cutting within banks these years. Lunch: Last Year Buffets. This Year triangle sandwiches. LY London Eye. TY a pubquiz.

Top of the week. I want to do asset management. He is a hot hot hansome fit australian banker around 30. all girls want TO DO asset managem

ent. I want to do Asset Management.

Trading equities is really something aswell. Putting long and short numbers and earn millions in no time. sounds good.

Now I want to sleep, just got to BA and am jetlagging....

Dear Liz

2009-03-29T23:43:00.006+02:00

Sunday in London. Waking up early, its a big day! Im guna see my best friend again. My british love. My crazy italian. My slut. My partner in crime. Liz Smith.

Managed to take the TUBE to Bond Street and Selfridges, shopping shopping! But too much talking led to lunch. Catch up. More shopping! Afternoon tea with Scones, wilkin&sons jam and Clottred Cream. Oh lord how british! Finally!

Got to see another part of london, Russel Square. Really cute. Especially appreciated the gay and lesbian bookshop!

After lots of boy talk and gossip catch up, big hugs, goodbye and kisses I went to Harrod's to buy tea. I love tea. Walked around for ages looking at the different types. Sniffing. Reading. Ended up with three metal tins - Breakfast blend, Afternoon Blend & Earl Grey and a bag of Rose Tea. I love tea. I do looove tea. (convincing myself?). Fifteen quid of tea at Harrod's.

At Primark I got eleven quid of one pearl diadem, 25 hairbands, five indian headbands, two tshirts and two pair of knickers.

Prices are different. Different value.

I wanna live in london when i grow up. If i grow up.

Fish&chips, suitcase & israeli

2009-03-28T20:56:00.005+01:00

Today I did London.

Woke up and the afterparty had left my apartment. Luckily, since it was about 11.

I met up with my Israeli friend Yaniv. Last time we met was on the Bolivian border.

What were we doing on the bolivian border by the way..? We took the subway, no we didn't. that's a sandwich. We took the TUBE to Oxford Circus, walked aaaaall the way along Oxford Street and down to Covent Garden and back to Picadilly Circus.

Catch of the day

Bikini panties (-knickers!)
Transparent ankle socks (to wear with my suit and my grannyshoes with "pussy"heals as Shenny calles them)
A PINK suitcase! A huge candypink suitcase, what a bargain!

HOW TO MAKE A GOOD DEAL

1. Once you find something you like, think of what it is about it that you really like.

Now there is two ways to go. You go out and look where else you can find a similar thing and to which price and estimate how much you think you can deal it down. Or you try to deal in every shop, when you come to a price, just tell them you have to get cash out and will come back. You only get back to the shop with the lowest price. How to deal:

2. Look at the price, and think of a price you would feel more reasonable, make sure you dont have more cash than that price visible in your wallet

3. Look straight at the seller and tell him a price a little bit below what you are ready to pay

4. He is going to say no, impossible, the story about his kids, ill take 20 percent off, the super quality, his wife's uncle, etc..

5. You look at him and firmly repeat the lower price

6. He will say no

7. You look at him and give him the real price you are ready to pay

8. Whatever he says you repeat this price, firmly over and over again as only answer, but dont last for too long.

9. Either he accepts, or you just walk out of the shop.

After friday's work shadowing on the floor I decided I want to be a trader.

Trading Equities.

londres

2009-03-25T22:55:00.005+01:00

Here we are. London!

Woow! I went to bed waaay to late yesterday, got up waaay to early. Got to london on time and love it!

Havent been here for about 8 years, and it is woooow! I dont know, I think

- I have a crush on big cities. -

The pulse, the energy, the people. Its something in the air. You can breathe it. In. Out. In. Out. Energy. In. Out. There is something energic in the air. Life. (breathing IN and OUT)

Got here at about 1, bought myself one of those oyster-cards. (like if that isnt sexual..?!) Got happy as a hippo over the fact that they gave me an ugly yellow and blue ikea plastic cover for it. Found a little underground-subway thing and went to look for my apartment.

It is a b s o l u t e l y F A B U L O U S! Gorgeous! A new modern coool apartment with mostly glass walls. Windows everywhere! (im single so its not an issue...) and its got PINK sofas! :D Not like girlybarbiepink, more like cool chill raspberrypink fancyshmancy.

Started my london exploring expedition with a mandatory realdeal clubsandwich in an english pub together with a real half pint of beer. followed by another one, a whole one. Then a walk through the city. Regent Street and all those squares you know.. The big lions and the london eye. Bought some chocolate eclairs in Top Shop (my two faves at once) and a white corporatish shirt in Zara. For my lonvely 70yearoldladysuit.

Im guna get home like a mashed potato with ketchup on top. London is dangerous! The cars are coming from everywhere (especially from the right!) and the buses go waaaay to fast! Already got killed about four times...

I like london.

Now I gotta go read some articles about money and what banks do with them. To prepare for the big day tomorrow.

And yes, why am I in london getting mashed in a suit?

I got myself a little spring intern insight (whatever its called) at JP Morgan Investment Bank here.

(and to get to know new people, eat BLT, ride red buses, have fun and shop of course!)

Rest in peace.

2009-03-24T01:09:00.007+01:00

Today a big part of me left earth. My little sister, big sister and best friend decided to leave me. Rest in peace Mimmi.

You always felt what I felt. If I was sad you always got in to my room and tried to cheer me up. If I was happy you were always happy and energic. You are a dog, you are one fifth the family and we will miss you forever.

Forever.

At 22.20 today my dad called me from Argentina. He was crying. Mom was crying. My brother was crying. But Mimmi remained silent...

sunday.

2009-03-22T19:58:00.004+01:00

Today I went corporate. A 70-year old lady.

I bought a suit. Black jacket and pants. Tried about 25 skirts. Not skirts karolinaskirt skirts, but oldladylongskirt skirts. It's really exciting trying on your 22nd oldladylong-skirt that makes you look old and chubby, checking the pricetag and realize you'll need to pay for it..

But after trying for hours with my amazing granny as advice, she suddenly dropped "actually I have about 500 of those skirts, why dont you try them?" thanks granny.

So we did, I got three skirts for free including gp's tie, coffee and brownie. Nice.

Ready for London. Almost. shooooes. banking shoes. do they make black leather converse à la corporate? loafers or heels? i dont think mr morgan would really appreciate my gorgeous 10cm slutheels.. hmm. should also go read that presspack they sent me, with articles from real business-life. i dont do newspapers. but maybe it's time for me to get updated about this financial crisis everyone is talking about... and to make this even bloggier - im guna have fish for dinner. they say it makes you smart.

"Dressed For Success"
Tried to make it little by little,
tried to make it bit by bit on my own.
Quit the job, the grey believers,
another town where I get close to the bone.
Whatcha gonna tell your brother? - oh oh oh
whatcha gonna tell your father? - I don't know!
Whatcha gonna tell your mother? - Let me go...

I'm gonna get dressed for success
shaping me up for the big time, baby.
Get dressed for success
shaping it up for your love yea yea yea.

I'm not afraid, a trembling flower,
I'll feed your heart and blow the dust from your eyes
and in the dark things happen faster.
I love the way you sway your hips next to mine.
Whatcha gonna tell your brother? - oh oh oh
whatcha gonna tell your father? - I don't know!
Whatcha gonna tell your mother? - Let me go...

I'm gonna get dressed for success,
hitting a spot for the big time, baby.
Get dressed for success
shaping it up for your love.
Look sharp!

a blog

2009-03-22T00:19:00.015+01:00

So here we are. Blogging.

After all those "whaaaat, you don't have a blog? you travelling around so much, not having a blog..." Ok. You convinced me. Or I just convinced myself. After a week of studying for my finals I am absolutely fed up with facebook. And hotmail. Msn. Skype. Even the studentweb. Checking the facebook again. You know how it is. Suddenly realizing you've actually been watching photos of people you dont know, by people you never met for the past fourty minutes. It's called stalking..

So here I am, blogging on a saturday night.

What is a blog? Is it a diary? Am I supposed to write about my fabulous life? What I eat, what I do, when I sleep?! Who would ever want to read that?

I gotta think out something original. Something weird. I like weird.

I'm not weird, I'm special.