Queenstown and my big jump
Sunday, May 31, 2009
I woke up in the top bunk bed at my backpackers that morning in Queenstown and I must point out - I'm NOT scared of height's but looking down and realising that I would be jumping of something a lot higher in a couple of hours, no thanks!! I hardly ate breakfast and was way to nervous to think for more then a few seconds on my way to the office. Luckily I meet a sweet guy there who also agreed to help me get some pictures if I were to jump. Can't back out now, I never back out! But oh, I wanted to. Secretly.

I finally got to the bridge and the waiting began. A lot of others jumped before me and it was freezing cold that morning. As I walked out on the bridge, after the guy in front of me just screamed his head off I wasn't sure at all any more. Fuck no, I do not want to go dwn that way. But at the same time, just please let this be quick and painless. The music was pumping at the same rate as my heart while the guide took my camera and another one tied a towl (yeah, a freaking towl!!) around my angles and the harness on top. That was all there was to it then. Now it was up to me. I stood up, wobbled to the edge and made a huge mistake. I looked down. A big no, no. The guide behind me said "Just look at that other bridge and jump towards it!" What? Its ages away!!! I can't do that. But I knew I just had to do one thing - not think and jump. But In my case I more or less fell over the edge trying to get back in when it was almost to late and screamed all the way to the down. But as soon as I was over the edge it was great! One of the best things I've ever done!!

Later on that night I finally fell in love with Queenstown, even though we (the Swedish girl who'd sky dived instead of jumping of a bridge) declared it to be a ski resort by hitting town on a Tuesday night and discovering that the clubs were packed. Both of us also found someone to dance with, ;). In my case I didn't actually want anything more then to just dance with this guy, he had great moves but it turned out after we hit the second club and he tagged along after a while - that he was from Hongkong and a great kisser. But I was a good girl that night and went "home" alone and hit the road again the very ext morning with a heart filled of dancing and fee filled of jumping.


The film the guy I meet that morning caught of me jumping,
wrong angle but here I go!


The Original AJ Hacker Bungy Jumping bridge.


Walking out there, I don't think I'm to keen anymore?


The towel, the harness and my fear. And oh, yeah. I had pink hair at the time.


No, I can't jump to the other bridge!
I can't jump!!


I can jump? No, no... but I can faaaaall!! gaaaaaahhhhh.....!


Please take me up there again, please please let me jump again!!
D and the Canadian girl in as we past through Dunedin
(and stayed for the night) at the world famous steepest road ever.


How anyone would wanna live here and carry their groceries home
is a mystery. Dunedin, Baldwin Street. There has even been
stupid drunk students racing down in shopping carts and such -
and yes, some of them have died.



So as you probably know by now I've been travelling and living in New Zealand for the better part of a year and am now back in Europe - at least for the time being. And I've started to write about my adventures down under, like this one. My first ever Bungyjump! Cause when you hit New Zealand - you just have to jump!

I caught a ride with a Canadian girl that I meet in Oamaru to Dunedin, crashed a night at a sweet couchsurfing friend and went on to Queenstown with her and D who came along too. As we hit town its already getting dark, raining and looking like a fucking (in lack for better word and so fitting for the description) Swedish ski resort. WTF? Why did everyone say that I absolutely HAD to come here? Why? Well, I don't know. I found a rather expensive backpackers ($26 per night I think) and booked my bungyjump for early next morning, there just had to be at least one reason for me to be in town.

Later on at night I had a sweet reunion with a Swedish friend who happened to be in town and we ate porridge, found "Swedish" hard bread and cottage cheese. While drinking tea we had a huge "we hate this fucking town/country/rain!" talk that all of us backpackers need once in a while. Then we fall in love all over again.


Queenstown, a wet ski resort in Sweden?
Elephant rocks, december 2008.
Friday, May 29, 2009
A making her way towards the big Elephants.


The Canadian represent and our driver for the day,
showing us how to get on top.

I can't really remember the movie (Narnia???) - I think I must have fallen asleep again - but visiting the Elephant rocks with a bunch of girls I got to know at "Chill-a-while" backpackers in Oamaru (New Zealand) was pretty cool. Five girls from the states, Canada, Germany and me representing Sweden for the day happily climbed up on top of some of these gigant rocks and had some pretty interesting discussions about Obama, Bush, the finacial crisis and everything in between.The gang of Girls.


The Canadian girl.
D also inspired me immensely, he'd been hitch hiking around the world for nearly 2 years now. Wow! With almost no money at all, sleeping outside or depending on others to help him when he needed food or shelter. Ok, I don't wanna be a burden but I really want to travel more and more. I'd thought about hitching before I meet D but didn't really have the guts to do it for real, not until I got to know him. He taught me some of the most important things to think about while living on the road and I owe him big time for some of them. Like - never conciser yourself as a bum, you're not even if people might think you are at times. You've got the choice to be out there living of the road, they don't. I never considered myself as a bum, a homeless person, until I got confronted with some of my old friends and family back in Sweden asking me where I was living now and I said - on the streets. Or on my best buddy's couch for the summer. And no, I don't have a home. I have the road. He also taught me a few hitching tricks that really work and are well known amongst the "professional" hitchers.
  1. Never stand/walk with your back to the traffic, they want to see you and some of them are more likely to pick you up if you are walking - showing them you do really wanna get to your destination however far it might be!
  2. Never ware anything that will cover your face, no sunglasses or hats!
  3. Trust your instincts! If you don't wanna accept the ride, then don't!
  4. Try to get the sun out of your face so you can smile and look the on coming traffic into the eyes.
  5. However tempting, never curse a driver that just went past you. They might come back and pick you up or the car behind them will see that you're no fun and games at all. (Several people have come back to pick me up!!)
  6. Have clean and nice clothes, not to dark and not to freaky.
  7. The stretch of road you're standing on has to be strait so that the on coming traffic can see you from far away. Preferably low speed.
  8. Always try to hit the beginning of the big roads outside of the city's - on the right side of the city! Even consider taking public transportation to get to a good spot, ask local people for help with finding one but know that they aren't always experts when it comes to knowing how a good spot for a hitcher is all about.
  9. Travelling alone as a girl you might not wanna have a sign. That way YOU can ask the driver where he/she is going before accepting the ride. This gives you a couple of seconds to decide if you wanna get into the car or not.
  10. Look like you are a traveller, not to much luggage so they don't think they can fit it but not to small - you haven't just missed your bus home.
I've seen a lot of hitchers that haven't applied to these guide lines along the road but if you all keep to them we'll be getting a better reputation then the one us hitchers are having now. And a huge thanks to D that inspired me to really start my adventure. I hitched for about a bit more then 3 months in New Zealand before I flew up north again and I loved it. Even though hitching isn't always fun and games. Everyone who's ever done it can tell ya that.

And oh, as you might have guessed by now - I did have a small crush on D but he had to much of an ego for me to even wanna act upon it, besides we stayed at Chill-a-While for a week and I soon noticed that it was just a pure fascination for all his adventures. In fact many - far to many - of the New Zealand guys have a huge ego that is extremely annoying, they seam to think the world of themselves. Not all of them of course but a lot more then I'd first thought, looking back at it. Girls on the other hand didn't realise that there could be something else then just "oh, we're drunk kissing other girls" - action. None Heterosexuality is not that common, not the places I've visited or I might just have always missed the more "open minded" people while on the road. But hey, you weren't easy to find!!

The happy gang at Chill-a-While, USA, Me, D, Germany -
I think A is taking the picture while
the Canadian girl hadn't turned up yet.
Chill-a-While Backpackers

As I was looking for work during my summer in New Zealand I found out that there was a thing called wwoofing. Willing Workers On Organic Farms. This means that you'd work for a number of hours each day and depending on what it agreed up on you get boarding and sometimes even food. The second one being more common on farms. I never got around to finding a good farm though but spent at least a month on different backpackers (who had a small organic garden or otherwise were trying to recycle or something like that) around New Zealand. My first and best experience was in Oamaru, where I booked in at Chill-a-while backpackers. The owner was real sweet, work was rather easy and the people were absolutely great! I've made friends for life at that place.

I worked for about 2,5 hours per day. Cleaning up, doing the recycling and some garden stuff. Nothing to bad and I had at least one person to help me. That's how I meet T and A, two German girls who I consider "my German sisters". We soon became the gang together with Sam, a girl form the states, D a guy from Dunedin and a Canadian girl. I've since then meet up with T&A on several occasions, we spent Christmas and New Years together for example. =) Love y, guys!

We spent the days reading, talking/exchanging travel stories/adventures/tips, playing music, talking to the tourists and getting them to drive us to all the exiting things close by. Like Penguins, Elephant rocks, The Boulders and so on... More in Part 2.


There was an art gallery inside too!


Our little dinner table upstairs, compfy and cute.
In a typical New Zealand hippie style which I've come to love.


The owner and her somewhat crazy daughter,
also living at the backpackers.



Haning and gathering the laundery was one of our chores each day.


Getting closer to Christmas time while summer time is hitting us all, WTF?
As we (the artist and I) talked and talked about the obvious subject of art we noticed that the sun was about the show her pretty face and looked at the time. Almost 6 am. Hmm if I went back to Angels car to sleep now I'd get about 2 hours of shut eyes until he was gonna get of the night shift and hit head on home. What to do? The artist, I shall give him a better nickname - Sunny, said that we should check out the sunrise at the beach. Wow, yea! Lets go! I picked up my bag and a huge hug for Angel (I'm forever grateful for all your help) and we hit the beach and played in the sand for a while.

Sadly I didn't take the picture but found it here
on the net but its from Christchurch, besides
I was way to busy to even think about taking
my camera along!

Then went back to his place while the sun already had shown us her pretty face. And wow, what a house! He was actually making it as an artist and living in a posh area in Christchurch. His paintings all over the place, a sweet garden and a cool studio. He was into realistic paintings but made them look surrealistic cause of all the details. Lots of fine landscapes but with a curtain edge that I respected and have come to love even though I normally hate landscape paintings.

Secret part (?):
And yes, with a pick up line from a cool artist like "wanna check out the sunrise with me on the beach?" you very well know what happened next. I'm not that innocent even though I might - uhm no? - look that way. He was about 10 years older then me (I've seamed to have been with way to many younger guys lately, not a good thing) and even though I rather not get together with guys he was not one of the typical ones - only knowing one way of satisfying a woman. Oh no! He was different, good and had a lots of sweet kisses to share.

I had an absolutely fabulous morning and at lunch we finally found some breakfast at a posh café close by. Ha, I'm used to finding some - if I'm lucky - oats in my bag and adding some water. Cold porridge - my main source of food while being on the road. So a fuchsia was PURE luxury. I even got to dry my tent in the garden and at night I made it into the city again to check out a free cool acrobatic show with some friends. Afterwards Sunny kept his promise that he'd made in a weak moment the day before - "of course there's Drum&Bass in Christchurch, I'll show ya!" Me and C (a German girl I knew) + Sunny went clubbing and simply owned the dance floor all night long. Ending up for another night at Sunny's place but this time as "just friends" which was rather nice.

And if he wasn't such a typical New Zealander I'd probably crush real hard on him. Now its just another sweet box of memories. =) Next day I managed to hitch all the way from Christchurch to Picton - about 5 hours on the road - where I'd booked my ferry towards the North Island. Hitching under time pressure isn't something I can recommend.

At the Drum&Bass club, which was actually a billiard one where they every Wednesday (?) had a D n' B night, they did some Beatboxing. I've never heard or heard of beatboxing D n B so I was really surprised and loved it! Of course my video's way of quality for any type of internet viewing but here is a guy who's got almost the same style as the guys did on stage that night, enjoy! And you'll just have to imagine a sweaty, dark, pumpin' dancefloor around you.

A job!
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
I was just about to write even more applications and these immensely embarrassing personal letter that have to accompany them each time. I've been NOT doing this all week, I've been needing to but as you all know the syndrome "not doing what your suppose to do", I've been blogging way to much, sleeping, reading and all sorts of shit. And today, my final day at my computer I was gonna devote myself entirely to this horrible task - pleading for a job, any job. When out of the blue my old work calls me, I've sent them a letter but hadn't heard back from them and guess what... they want me! So I'm back as a truck driver in Stockholm for the summer, if everything goes according to both my and my employers wishes, yay me!

Photo is taken inside my last truck, with a rear camera and all.

Music of the day: Budspells - Ruckus (The video is horrible and don't pay attention to the rap but rather the great rythm!)
I was gonna meet up with a friend (for lack of better description) in Christchurch, we were gonna check out Mount Cook together and even though I wasn't quite sure about the situation I'd been persuaded with the "sugerdaddy" method (which means "Come along, I'll pay for all and don't want anything form you"). But as I hitched into the Christchurch I found out that he'd already left which I was quite grateful for in the end expect I didn't have anywhere to stay - again. Free camping in the middle of the city? Auhm, let me think about it... No!!

Couch surfing seamed to be the only way but no one replied, of course, on such short notice. And once again I contacted Angel, my former couch surfing host and friend in Christchurch. But he sadly didn't have anywhere for me to stay since he was living with his family again, sharing a room with his brother (one was working a day shift and Angel was working nights). Shit! What to do? But just a few minutes later I got another txt from him saying that if I wanted I could crash in his mums car that would be parked outside his work while he was doing the night shift, awesome!

Angel and me went to a party before he had to go to work and I decided that hitting the dance floor would be a perfect idea on a Friday night so when Angel surfed he night shift I surfed the clubs. But gah! No good dance club do be found, no drum&bass! What the fuck? I think I tried something like 5 places until I gave up. I was just about to leave when I saw someone that looked, by the way he dressed, like he might know just the club for me. He didn't but persuaded me to stay by dancing real cute and NOT hitting on me, or well he was but not in the heterosexual guy aggressive manner. And we danced until the club closed at 5 am. Puh! After finally being able to talk and hearing the other person, without the music that is, I found out that he was a working artist who actually made his living painting. Cool! Of course I got very inspired and we talked heaps of art stuff... More in Part 2.

The stage at Phat 09, a drum&bass festival I went to at New Years. Dancing barefoot in the mud with beer cans everywhere, freezing cold wet, camping, drinking and pure love.

Best DJ on Phat 09, even though I was almost completely beat at the time - being the last one I saw on the festival: Skream! - Rutten


Thought I mix a somewhat boring blog post with a couple of cute
memories from Thailand, Ayutthaya. This is one of the ancient temples,
don't ask me which one. I stayed in the small town of Ayutthaya
for a few days and loved it.


I rented a bike and in a matter of minutes I was lost. Of course.
This is in Ayutthaya, Thailand. I fell in love with the place!

What's gonna happen next? What are my big bad cunning plans? Well, some travelling in Europe but after that? Well, I am - naively - like everyone else looking for a job. And again - naively - I didn't think it was gonna be such a big problem. I've got a truck-drivers-license and there used to be heaps of jobs around but last summer the Swedish government wanted to get rid of the shortage and educated heaps of people. Which means no work for me. Gah. I'm of course looking for everything else as well. But nothing seams to be out there. No work, no money. But why hang around in Stockholm, I have to eat any ways and travel doesn't really cost that much - I hitch hike and stay at peoples couches. Visiting friends and family. Yay.

So what's going on after the summer? Uhm, I don't know. I'd like to stay in Sweden at least a few months, so I can get real tired of the country and I also wanna play with all my cute friends here for a while. I've missed them so bad. Do some larping, which can only be done here in northern Europe to my likings. Love it!! But to stay up here while winters coming and making us all into ice cubes? I don't know. I've been looking at some places in east Asia or Japan, I thought I'd give English teaching a go. Yeah, I know I still got lots to learn. My spelling is not the best one, I've got no teaching experience and don't even talk about grammar - don't know shit. But I can learn? And even though its not a dream of mine to become a English teacher. Not like "Yay, this is what I wanna do with my life!" - thing. But it should give me the chance to explore the Asian continent, get work and travel. And that I don't need to come back to Europe to earn money.

Now I just have to figure out where in Asia I'd like to go. They've got some courses over there that would make me qualified and I could start teaching strait away. And if I'm lucky or rather I need to find some that are supported by he Swedish student loans, that way they'll pay for my ticket and I'll get some money for food.

But for now I need to find work or school for the fall term. I really'd like give English a shot at the university here in Stockholm but I'm not sure if I get the chance or can keep my feet based in Stockholm for that long. And I don't have anywhere to live either. Hmm. Ah, well. That's just me and my life I guess - I'll get by somehow. I always do, or don't I? And oh, I do really wanna keep going with my art thing, I wanna study more! But this time around I'd like to give it some more time, check out the school first and start my bachelors when I'm sure that that's gonna be my country and school for the next 3 years. NMIT, the school in Nelson I attended turned out to be shit, half the courses I had to take weren't even art!! WTF? At the moment, I can't seam to keep still for even 2 weeks. Oh yeah, that could become a problem while looking for work. I'm not used to this month to month business any more, I like the weekly system of New Zealand.

To sum things up, if you got any idea where I could stay in Stockholm for the fall, just a spot on a floor would even do, some work or school stuff. Keep me posted, will ya!
My home is the road, the one that you all walk upon and at the end of the day leave - without even saying goodbye. This is where I live, where I learn. And I'm back on it. I stayed in Stockholm for almost 2 weeks after a week at my mums, where I'm at right now (again). I do really like it in Stockholm but I suffer from a rather normal addiction which most people can handle but I can't seam to control - itchy feet. I need to feel the road under my feet. I'm addicted to it. Worse then sugar, nicotine or fucking for confidence.

So I'm back home, back on my road. On Thursday I'll be hitting Göteborg, Halmstad on Friday, Malmö on Sunday and Hamburg on Monday. Tuesday to Friday I'll be in Hanover saying hi to my aunty (and maybe even my dad? Wow, its been... a long fucking time. I cant remember the last time I saw him). Getting back on the road again to hit Copenhagen and "The cute Danish Guy" (Shit I really gotta find a better nick name for him) and hopefully participating in a larp on Saturday. Wow, this is way to much planing, I usually don't do it this way but I had the luck (my luck again, yay!) that I found someone going to both Göteborg this week and hitting Germany next week. So why the hell not? And if you're around the places I'll be hitting, come out and play!!

Crossing the north island, New Zealand and looking upon Mount Doom.

I still need somewhere in Malmö I can crash for a night? And oh, while you're ad it - being all helpful and so on - got any job or school for me?? Did I mention that I hate this fucking "not our fault you bloody idiots" financial crisis? Not our fault being us poor once and blaming it all, ignorant but true, on the idiots sitting there with huge amounts of imaginary money playing monopoly with the world economy. Bluntly but honestly - Fuck you!

I spent most of last week away from reality, hiding in a self pity place with a bad cold and once again being confronted with the idiocy of a female body, gah! I hate it! OK, I like being a woman, I've got no problem with that one - but the physical body? Well, I could have done without some stuff that always wants to act up, at least once a month and all the hormonal shit that comes along with it. Not to mention the fact of breast cancer, or other female orientated cancer. I've checked it out and with about 100% probability I'll be getting one of them by the time I hit 40 - if not sooner. Gah! I'm just glad that I never wanted children cause when I found out (about 10 years ago??) that it runs in the family I decided that I'd never get them. So its even more annoying each month having to bleed like a pig/cry like a baby/hormonal hell/pain!! without a real reason other then the pure pleasure of a (malfunctioning?) female body. I've decided that when I hit 30 or there abouts, I'll get rid of the breast - take out what's inside and put some other shit in - and hopefully get rid of my uterus too. Once I'm out they might as well take the whole lot. Enough of the whining for now.
Respect
Sunday, May 10, 2009
Respect is one of the most important things in all form of relationships, as we all know. And I've had quite a bit of trouble with that one I must admit. Not getting it or not being able to/wanting to/having it with past mates/lovers. I thought it would be the same with some new people in my life and also meeting up with old ones but somethings happened. I've come to a point when I've started to respect myself. I'm not accepting being pushed around or as it was before, easy to persuade into stuff I didn't really want to do. So I guess, a somewhat humble and out of my comfort zone honest, Thank you to those who've shown me that Respect. You know who you are.

The music that wont stop playing in my head with perhaps the cutest video ever, with humour, surrealism, "bad" camera work:
Katchafire - Colour me life
My secret weapon
Saturday, May 09, 2009
Avoiding to get ill, getting that cold thats irritating the back of my throat. After trying the secret weapon number one, A tip from Mr. E and Cat I've now moved on to my second attack strategy. Which is also known for its sometimes lethal consequences. So hang tight, and get me that Honey!

Secret weapon number 1:
Take a Zinc tablet and put it under your lip, dissolving for about half a day as soon as you feel that cold knocking on your door. Several other sources report success even if the side effects of a metal taste in your mouth and a slight burning under the lip aren't exactly pleasant.

Secret weapon number 2:
This elixir can be quite dangerous, I take no responsibility for the effects.
Recipe: The juice of a pressed lemon and as much chopped garlic as you think you can handle or others close to you. Then add the secret weapon, Cayenne Pepper - Slightly more then you'd prefer. And last but not least, for your own comfort and making sure that you can drink this horrible mixture at all - honey.

Song of the day: Tool - Die Eier von Satan
Word of the Day: Skank
Wednesday, May 06, 2009
I'd never heard about this word before I hit the islands (New Zealand) and started listening to their music. Some of my favourites and first encounters were Kora, Fat Freddy's Drop and Katchafire. Which all, I've realised just a few minutes ago, use the word skanking in at least one of their songs. So what is Skank or Skanking? Reasersh shows that its a form of dance:

"Skanking is a form of dancing practiced in the reggae, ska, ska punk, ska-core, hardcore punk, and grime music scenes.

The dance style originated in the 1950s or 1960s at Jamaican dance halls, where ska music was played. British mods and skinheads of the 1960s adopted these types of dances and altered them. The dancing style was revived during the 1970s/1980s 2 Tone era, and has been adopted by some individuals in the hardcore punk subculture. The punk version features a sharp striking out look with the arms, and is sometimes used in moshing to knock around others doing the same. The striking out with the arms while traveling in a circle is also common in psychobilly "wrecking."

The term "skanking" has also been used to refer to a style of rhythm guitar playing employed frequently in reggae music as part of the actual rhythm section, commonly misconceived as a regular up stroke across all six strings of the guitar on every other beat of the measure, frequently exactly accompanied by the keyboard equivalent. It is actually mostly played with a downstroke on every second beat, rather than a up stroke on the off-beat. This would upset the common down-up-down-up motion rhythm guitarists play, with the down on the beat and the up syncopated."

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Skank_(dance)


Ah! Now I get it! So the word of the day is.... Skankin'. And can be found here:

Katchafire - Skankin'

Kora - Skankenstein

Fat Freddy's Drop

Spring trouble
Tuesday, May 05, 2009
About these spring bubbles... They are all good and so on and so forth there are just a few major issues. Not with all of the of course, I've got bubbles for the tiny little new leafs outside my window, for yet another cute flower and when the neighbours cat comes for a cuddle and so on. But when I've got the bubbles for people, that's another story all together. Being a relationship anarchist and obviously not knowing when I'm flirting or rather, according to everyone else, flirting all the time. People perceive me as a flirt where as I don't always intend to be. Hmm, I don't know how to deal with this in words, especially written once on a blog, but I guess I'm gonna give it a try.

I worry how my relationships (or as I informally prefer to call them - "to relate to people") are perceived by Normal People. This can be really good or often, especially if I'm quite fond of them, really bad if the person on the other side doesn't share my perspectives and can't tolerate how I live. (If you feel like reading about the last time I got my heart broken, look at September 2008 in the blog archive to the right. I think it even stretches into the next month after that, and whom I called "a close friend/my flatmate/Spikey" - for lack of better words and privacy reasons - and so on.)

A entirely different "problem" is the issue of gender - I'm getting way to personal here so this is the time to stop reading. I identify myself as... uhm, this is actually a huge problem - which word I use for identification. A person outside the normal gender-identity-system or simply "queer" (again in lack of better words). No this isn't quite right. Ok, once again. A person who... Hm. I keep on switch who I go out with, what I identify my self as - dike, femme, "flower power girl", political activist and the list goes on and on. Who/what gender identification I have sex with/am attracted to. But I identify myself as a woman, more about this further down.

I'm not into people who identify with the binory genders. If you're bisexual you like boys cause they're boys and girls cause they're girls, I don't. I mostly fall for the people who go beyond these catagories not necessarily meaning transgenders (in whatever way/form) but people who identify themselves as a non-gender, anti-gender or make up their own gender, not taking things as granted.

So far so good, now to the even more personal part. From time to time, I bubble (which is the simplest way for me to describe the feeling) for a heterosexual guy. Which is totally fine but if it goes further then that and some little innocent flirting - which I most probably wont notice that I've started if someone else doesn't point it out - it gets complicated. I've got no intention of being in a "Normal heterosexual relationship/relation" with someone, none at all. Despite me finding them/him interesting. I've got no desire of being put in the position of a "heterosexual woman" which I've been discussing before, getting that typically feminine role. Even though I don't have any problems with my biological gender and am quite happy identifying myself as a girl/woman/female I don't like the part that society has chosen for us and the way people treat us. This is simple enough in theory but as soon as one puts it to practice it becomes a lot harder to uphold with a heterosexual man (in whichever way he's there). So what to do? I like the people/him/them but not the script - "the game" and the part I have to "play".

Simply, Some of the things that are important for me in closer/intimate relationships are: To know how to have fun and when to be serious, to not put me in a heterosexual female situation (which sadly often means that I have problems with heterosexuals), people who had a WAY to sheltered life. And most importantly relationship anarchists- even if its non sexual close/intimate relationship, in normal terms "just good friends".

I of course relate to people that are not compatible with these categories and some of them I'm very close to and have been for years! But when "new people" come into my life I ever so often realise that even though I like/love/bubble them they don't know how to handle the relationship. This of course gets me into trouble.

This is really hard to write about so that others can understand so feel free to ask me directly or in my comments.

A Perfect Circle - Sleeping Beauty
(You're far to poisoned for me...)
New Zealand Humour
Monday, May 04, 2009
New Zealand dosen't have the best scene of humour, I must regretfully confess. They don't really get the dry almost cracking one which I prefer, or this I thought until I discovered "Flight of the Conchords" which are absolutely brilliant. I've already shown these 3 of my favourite clips to a few friends over here in Stockholm but I thought I'd share my new smiles with my blog.

Business Time



The Most Beautiful Girld (Part time Model)



I'm Not Crying


These are now favourites next to Eddie Izzard English, Yrrol (The movie by lorry gänget) Swedish, Robert Gustavsson Swedish and Björn Gustafsson Swedish. If you Don't know about them - its time to google or check out the links I've posted.

Deticated to all of you who need to laugh or need to think about something else, here you go TCDG! (The Cute Danish Guy)
Everything is twirling and spinning around, with bubbles as far as the tummy can feel. Spring is finally here. Now we all know what happened is isobelll's life at about this time every year? Yeah, that's right - I fall in love. Again. The only problem is that it happens a bit to quick and to often for my taste and since I haven't had a winter (with the whole New Zealand heading in to spring as Sweden was hitting Autumn in September, I got there in July when it already felt like a mild-heading-into-warmer-weather-non-winter even though it got really cold at night) spring kinda never ends. Summer comes and then its time for me to flee the country before autumn makes the leafs turn into all shades of crimson.

I know its gonna get worse too. The spring has only just arrived, sigh. Well, I guess its a good thing too. Even though it's as always a distraction. =)

Abusing tea again. When I get the chance - 3 or up to 5 litres per day. Love. And have just today found something way better then milk in my always black tea, oat milk. Vegan (a bit expensive) but yummy.

Been a good girl and have been enjoying the sun all weekend long, and it was an extended weekend even though I have a real hard time to guess what day it is anyways. (they just don't seam to exist in my world). Picnic with friends and flirts (? fucked if I know?), Demonstrating for a better world (read more anarchist/green and peaceful without these idiots ruling the government), drinking heaps of tea, getting a bit tipsy at times, dancing in the forest to pumping rave music, damage control in difficult relationship situations (yeah, just because I'm a relationship anarchist it doesn't mean that I don't get into trouble - the difference is I solve them and fall in love all over again), watching the best of "The Lord Of The Rings" with a new and "make me smile/laugh"-friend (the part about the Shire, Love it!!) while drinking even more tea and getting some sleep.

Idiot of the Day (Or maybe all together): The Swedish King. I'm sorry but this has gone WAY to far. I've never liked him or the royal family, or rather I've never liked the idea of us tax payers giving them our money, but he's just a plain and total idiot. He's hunting, which I known about for a long time but not the extent of the problem, birds with the intention "just for fun" and the worst part is - he's leaving the dead bodies in the woods. WTF?? So you're not even gonna use them, you (the King) are nothing short of a cruel murderer. (read in the Swedish Animal Rights newspaper, number 1 - 2008). Even though he is a member of Naturskyddsföreningen (directly translated as Nature/environment protection organisation here in Sweden).

Music of the day: SayCent

I can't thank you Enough, Johnny for getting me in to them. Always love your music tips!