Coming back to Sweden made me realize just how much I miss being home. Yes it's cold but it should be cold during this time of the year. I had so much fun though except for when I travelled with my plastic bag of clothes between friends (my new nickname is baglady). We went out clubbing, shopping and went to dinners. There was a lot of wine drinking may I say (I think I still carry those sexy purple lips). Everything is so easy at home.. chilling or just meeting up for coffee, god I miss living there. In the end of my trip I came to the conclusion that before summer hit Sweden I will move back..
So what happened in Sweden? Well, without being mean to my family, I had more fun away from them then what I had with them.. It was nice seeing them but my mum worked the whole time and when she did my brother was asleep, hmm.... So my only company was either the dogs and cats or my grandmother who is becoming severely dement, which meant that she kept forgetting everything after half an hour or kept talking about the past. SO I packed my bag and ran away to stockholm to hang out with my friends.
We didn't do much.. We mostly just hanged out and drank wine. Talked about old times and what everyone is doing now. To my surprise, everyone (almost) is having kids. I noticed that when I went to a friends birthday hang. Everyone there except for on of my closest friends had kids. They either had kids or were about to pop any time soon. I told one of the girls there that maybe I should leave cuz I feel so missplaced. I have been gone for 3 years and it seems like that during this time people have been occupied getting pregnant and raising kids. And of course, they started asking questions about when me and my bf is going to have kids.. Excuse me??? Kids?? No thank you.. I just finished university and my first plan is not to have kids. I want to travel and enjoy my life before I have to take care about someone else's life. So my reply to them were " I just need to watch you guys with your kids, changing diapers etc. to know that I won't plan for kids just yet. I can do whatever I want atm and I want to do just that".
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Monday, November 24, 2008
My trip to sweden
On my way home to Sweden, haven’t been there for almost a year.. ATM I’m sitting in London at heathrow.. I hate those long flights.. arrived here a couple of ours ago after almost 14 hrs of flying.. so tired, feel so disgusting.. Atleast I have been able to brush my teeth ;). I am so bored, and because my phone is locked to my Australian simcard, I can’t even call or text anyone.. On my flight here I sat next to two girls in the same age as me.. However, they were idiots.. so rude.. I tried to help them put their bags up in the cabin but they just looked at me like I was lost.. Anyways, I helped them put their luggage up, they didn’t even say thank you.. Like my friend Crystal says “How rude”. I boarded the flight in Singapore, which is the best airport I have been to.. You can pretty much do anything on this airport.. I had told crystal when I was going to be there so she was coming to have dinner with me (apparently you can leave the airport on a temporary tourist visa). When I got off the plane I just ran out to the customs, asked them how do I get that visa so I can have dinner with my friend before my next flight.. With a very strong singlish accent he answered that I could not leave because they are starting to board my flight within the next 3,5 hrs. So, because I had a kinda hard time understaning his no la, its not working here la, I just bought a simcard that I though I could use to call my friend who so kindly and excited was waiting for me at the airport..
This is how I came to realize that my phone is locked to bloody Australian Vodafone.. hmmm… not what I hade in mind.. During the next 40 m inutes I exchanged the simcard to a telphone card so you can make calls on the phone in the airport, only to find out after that apparently you can call for free.. great, I have spent 50 sing dollars on a simcard that my phone couldn’t use, and then a telephone card that I didn’t need.. I was so upset and mad that I called crystal on the free phone and told her what happened.. I felt like a blond bimbo (no offense to all my blond friends, still love ya).. Crys was laughing so much.. she told me to try to come out.. This time I did not give in.. I was going to have dinner with crystal even if I only had 20 minutes.. So I finally talked myself out of the airport and met Crystal.. It was so great to see her again, after all, she is my old roommate and work colleague.. She was also one of my closest friends in Brisbane..
When I arrived in London I was so tired, my body was aching after the great seats on Qantas flights, and I needed a cigarette so badly hahha.. can’t you tell I am addicted? Because us smokers are now one of the most unliked group of people in the world (next to terrorists and other groups) we are not allowed to smoke anywhere on this bloody aiport, no we have to go through customs and everything else so we can get out of the aiport to have a cigarette.. I so know that you guys are asking yourselves if I did it, and why I did it.. Well, I had 5 hours to spend on this lovely airport which meant that I so need a coffee to stay awake and not miss my last flight.. With this I want a cigarette, so yes, I went through customs and everything else just for that coffee and cigarette.. And we all , or atleast people who have been flying, know that the food on the flight is so horrible, I would not even feed my dog with that processed shit.. SO I was sooooo hungry that I bought myself a sandwich with my coffee.. There I stood in the cold by myself with my coffee (finished my sandwich first) and smoked 3 cigarettes in a row just so I can survive another 6 hours with smelling people on the flight, yes they are smelly, and it is not like you can get away.. Now I am writing on word because its not like I can log on to the internet and blog, don’t have any card that works hahaha.. My next blog will be about me finally coming home to Sweden and the lovely food.. Til next time, take care and please don’t hate smokers., we can’t be worse than other groups..
This is how I came to realize that my phone is locked to bloody Australian Vodafone.. hmmm… not what I hade in mind.. During the next 40 m inutes I exchanged the simcard to a telphone card so you can make calls on the phone in the airport, only to find out after that apparently you can call for free.. great, I have spent 50 sing dollars on a simcard that my phone couldn’t use, and then a telephone card that I didn’t need.. I was so upset and mad that I called crystal on the free phone and told her what happened.. I felt like a blond bimbo (no offense to all my blond friends, still love ya).. Crys was laughing so much.. she told me to try to come out.. This time I did not give in.. I was going to have dinner with crystal even if I only had 20 minutes.. So I finally talked myself out of the airport and met Crystal.. It was so great to see her again, after all, she is my old roommate and work colleague.. She was also one of my closest friends in Brisbane..
When I arrived in London I was so tired, my body was aching after the great seats on Qantas flights, and I needed a cigarette so badly hahha.. can’t you tell I am addicted? Because us smokers are now one of the most unliked group of people in the world (next to terrorists and other groups) we are not allowed to smoke anywhere on this bloody aiport, no we have to go through customs and everything else so we can get out of the aiport to have a cigarette.. I so know that you guys are asking yourselves if I did it, and why I did it.. Well, I had 5 hours to spend on this lovely airport which meant that I so need a coffee to stay awake and not miss my last flight.. With this I want a cigarette, so yes, I went through customs and everything else just for that coffee and cigarette.. And we all , or atleast people who have been flying, know that the food on the flight is so horrible, I would not even feed my dog with that processed shit.. SO I was sooooo hungry that I bought myself a sandwich with my coffee.. There I stood in the cold by myself with my coffee (finished my sandwich first) and smoked 3 cigarettes in a row just so I can survive another 6 hours with smelling people on the flight, yes they are smelly, and it is not like you can get away.. Now I am writing on word because its not like I can log on to the internet and blog, don’t have any card that works hahaha.. My next blog will be about me finally coming home to Sweden and the lovely food.. Til next time, take care and please don’t hate smokers., we can’t be worse than other groups..
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