(American pancakes and syrup, with frozen berries,
coconut flakes and icing sugar)

I pretty much spent Saturday in an amazing buzz from Friday night's concert at a local club. (A concert that was remarkable and I'll make a post about it later tonight). It was sunny all day and after my friend Marcus and I made this tasty looking breakfast (mine looked amazing, his looked like crap) we went for a walk. We ended up at the mall. Where I, like always, took the liberty to pick out different sets of clothing that he never would wear and force him to wear it.

I was very close at convincing him to buy a pair of jeans. Which he in the end didn't. But I'm trying to keep my hopes up that he somehow will wake up next week and realize how cool they were. So that he will come back and buy them, so I later on can laugh in his face and say: "I told you so."

I left Marcus at the train that took him back to his little town, then I went home and crashed, face-down, in my bed. I slept through half Melodifestivalen, which is a big deal if you're Swedish. And when I woke up I decided that I didn't want to watch half the show...so I didn't watch it at all. I'm waiting for a letter from the prime minister about my deportation, god knows people have been deported for less in this country.



Today I marched. Today we marched. And it was cold on the streets of Norrköping and I couldn’t feel my feet after I walked that short march. But I did, with a torch in my hand and I couldn’t stop thinking about how many women who passed me that resembled the the Statue of Liberty with it’s long arm and sense of freedom.

It’s the 8th of March. which is International Women’s Day. So I, and so many others around the globe, marched for feminism and women’s rights.

Why do we need to do this? Why can’t we just sit at home and watch TV? Because we need to be seen. Our wishes need to be heard. We need to fight. We need to fight for our rights that so many women before us fought for. The women that are so invisible to our textbooks because history was written by a man. Do you even know who made it possible for women to vote in your country? Maybe you should google that.

Maybe we should google a lot more. I’m so tired to have a debate with someone, especially about feminism, when you realize, just a second in, that they have no idea what they are talking about. But they are so sure about their thing. That feminism is man-hatred. Even though men who rape, abuse and silence women never get the question "Do you hate women?".

Feminism has never been about taking over society or taking over the ruling stick, it’s about the right to be equals in this world. Mary Wollstonecraft wrote in the 18th century; ”I do not wish (women) to have power over men; but over themselves.” It’s been more than 200 years and people still don’t listen to women whom explain what feminism is. People still don’t listen, people still don’t research. Not even in our time when knowledge is just a few taps on an iPhone away; where you can read and check sources on the content. You never have to guess, but still there are people sharing pictures that promote racism, sexism and pure stupidity on Facebook.

We need to stand up for our rights; because we have started out 2017 with electing a person who says grab them by the pussy. Who wants to build a wall. Who bans people because of their ethical background. The world elected him and the world will follow him, and that’s why we need to stand up to those who try to walk in his footsteps.

Just a few days ago Janusz Korwin-Mikke, who is an independent member of the European Parliament (founder of the right-winged party, the Coalition for the Renewal of the Republic -- Freedom and Hope) stod up in parliament and said "women must earn less than men, because they are weaker, they are smaller, they are less intelligent while debatting on the pay gap between genders. Yup, someone actually said that in parliament and were totally serious. But there will always be someone that will call you out, this time it was a Spanish socialist MEP; Iratxe Garcia Perez. Who said,

“According to what you're saying and your theory I wouldn't have the right to be here as a member of parliament.

”I know you're very upset and very concerned about the fact we women can represent citizens on an equal footing with you.

“I think I need to defend European women against men like you.”

Korwin-Mikke is also Polish and if you don’t know about the brutal abortion restrictions they are making there you should look that up. Women, and I mean all women not just white upper-class, are effected by the decisions that people make about our bodies every day. Making abortions illegal will not make abortions disappear; it will just make them life-threatening.

Feminism is needed, and feminism is equality- and people who are too afraid to call themselves feminists because it’s a ”feminin word”. Please, grow up. I have never asked you to rename ”mankind” or tell you to stop referring to me and my friends, while in a group, as ”guys”. It’s a word, this time it’s feminine because it’s the feminine side who has been fighting for the rights that should be very simple. To own their own bodies and lives, make their own decisions.

I made this post to show you what I see, and I would like to sign off with few wise words from a few wise women;

“No woman gets an orgasm from shining the kitchen floor.”


"I myself have never been able to find out precisely what feminism is: I only know that people call me a feminist whenever I express sentiments that differentiate me from a doormat."


"I'm a feminist. I've been a female for a long time now. It's stupid not to be on my own side."


"If you want something said, ask a man; if you want something done, ask a woman."




I had a nice hang out with some co-workers this evening at a bar/restaurant called Enjoy here in town. It was kind of the first time I was there, I’ve passed it a few times and it has always looked so cozy. Which it was, and really cool . The decor was very modern hipster like and I ENJOYed it very much (ha, pun independent and it was an hilarious pun. I’m so funny).

The staff was very cool and I quickly became friends with the bartender (not the one in the photo) when he saw my camera. I somehow always find a friend in people when they see me and my camera, they always get very interested in what I’m doing and why I’m doing it.

I had an amazing evening and got to hang out with people from work, which was nice because I’ve been keeping a very low-profile and it was fun to get some friends… or acquaintances, because I’m old now and it feels like old people don’t have friends. I actually had a thought passing through my mind today about my age; I realized I’m closer in age to the smallest children at my job then I am to some of my colleagues. Some of them have children who are older than me. At that moment I felt quite young. (But I'm still old in soul)






(Yup, that's indeed scrambled eggs. I'm the worst vegan ever.)

Got home early from work so decided to make a late lunch, I have a few hours to kill before I've planned to get together with some co-workers. I'm thinking I'll get out for a jog and workout a bit...but I also know myself. So I'm probably going to watch some netflix and eat the half a jar Nutella my brother left at the kitchen counter when he left for his ski-trip this morning. Thank you Philip for your generous donation to my sugar addiction, love you.



I live with the biggest faith in my heart that mankind actually will realize that mason jars, not only are esthetically beautiful, but also are useful. I love to use them as cups and bowls, I just love them so much. Just put a lid on it and you’re good to go.

When I left work today it was rather gloomy; it looked like the depressing part of a movie. You know when the colors on the screen are colder, indifferent from the warm idyllic movie end. And also, there was this ass hat who ate sour cream chips in the tram; the strong smell made me think there was no humanity left in this world. Why would you eat chips on a tram at 4:51 a Thursday, why? Why would you do that to your fellow humans?

The worst thing, though, was when I left work and realized I had no headphones in my pocket. And I couldn’t ask anyone to borrow a pair because I recently upgraded to a iPhone 7 so there’s no 3,5 mm headphone jack to put theirs in. Great…

I’m so happy it’s Friday tomorrow, seriously. I’m soooo tired.



It takes 40 minutes from my house to my job, and it takes 40 minutes from my job to my house. Which leaves me with 80 minutes (an hour and 20 minutes) each day to think about how the day or the day before went. Did I do a good job? Did I do something wrong?

As a kindergarten teacher you kind of notice when you're doing a good job, because the children will be standing by the door when you come and they will be standing by the door when you leave. They will jump in their colorful socks with excitement when they see you.

That was what happened this morning, they were eagerly waiting for me. Probably because I, yesterday, made them think I was a magician. If you have never made the famous ”Mentos in Coke”-experiment, this is pretty much what happens:

In Coke, or any carbonated drink, there is a high level of carbon dioxide under pressure. Normally this gas, or as my kindergartners call it: ”bubbles”, leaves the beverage very slowly in phase that is hardly markable. Have you ever left a glas of coke out, and when you get back to it there is suddenly no bubbles? Yup. That’s it. However, when you put a Mentos (or more) in there the gas is suddenly released in a higher rate, which causes the drink to foam. And because the bottle and it’s neck is so slim there will be an eruption straight up because the foam dosen’t fit.

So they loved me extra much today, because I made a coke ”explode”. And it was ”fucking awesome”. Science is cool, kids.

It was still light outside when I left work which was a blessing. I even walked a couple of extra blocks, just because it was so nice out. Which is totally out of character; I don’t move. That’s me. Moving is not really my thing. And what surprised me even more today was that I, even willingly, went with my mother to water aerobics. Yup, that’s how old I am.

It was fun though, there was a moment where the instructor (who’s hilarious) told us to raise our arms and wave so big that even our mothers could see us. I mean, my mom was there- so she actually could see me… I thought that was funny. Ha.



The only thing I bought on the cruise was this foundation from Sensai; Fluid Finish Lastin Velvet in the shade FV202 Soft Beige. I was really close to buying a small bag from GUESS because it was really cute, but the price was not as cute.

The foundation is really smooth and light, and I'm a person that smell stuff when I get my hands on them so... I can assure you; it smells good. Hopefully it will be as good on my face as it seems to be in my nose.



Last night didn't go as planned. The whole ”partying with my 83 year old grandma”-thing didn’t quite work out, because I retired back to bed before my said 83 year old grandma.

Yes, it has been confirmed; I’m officially old. And boring. And tired. But mostly old.

We started out last night with a giant buffé; but even though the buffé was enormous there was just one vegan alternative. Which was horrible. So I abandoned all my morals and good intensions in the Stockholm harbor, I even ate meat. And cheesecake.

God, I miss cheesecake.

Because it was my grandpa’s birthday I did expect it to be some horrible singing involved through the sweet melody of ”Ja må han leva” (the Swedish version of ”Happy Birthday to you”). But there were none. The reason we didn’t sing was because at dinner, another table got up and sang for a person in their company. I gave the idea that we should follow that up right after with ”Ja må han leva” in 3 harmonies, a dance number and a lot sparkel. But my plan got a thumbs down by everyone else.

I don’t remember what happened next, we explored the boat, the tax-free, drank champagne in one of our small cabins, my brother shared with me some secret details about sneaking into a festival. (Then he begged me to never tell our parents. So, I’m not telling them. But if they happen to read it here it’s out of my hands.) And at one point last night I, and my two cousins, sang Mamma Mia very poorly at a karaoke stage. We were even though awarded by some noises by the audience, if it was booing or cheering I’m not quite certain.

Today before going back home we just tried to pass the hours with eating and buying tax-free alcohol, because we were all tired and the spa at the boat was fully booked. So we sat there, and existed.

But all together it was a wonderful time, I did feel a bit like the third wheel as both my cousins brought their boyfriends. But me and my brother were living it up, until I went to bed. Because I’m old. And tired. But as I said, mostly old.

I'm actually going back to bed now, because I'm old. And tired. But mostly old.



(Coconut water mixed with blueberries and strawberries, strawberry soygurt with pomegrante)

As you know I’m using this blog to practice my writing, and it’s hard to keep a content good if you can’t do it with a flow- and I have no idea what to write so far. So, let’s keep it simple and start off with following and writing about my life and my days, and see where it takes us?

Today I woke up quite late, normally I wake up at around 6 because I have this temporary job as a kindergarten teacher. But it’s Saturday; so no job. So I made some breakfast and just hung out, which I felt was necessary because I’m going to hang out with my family and my relatives all weekend. We are going on a cruise.

Yup, I’ll be stuck on a boat in the middle of the sea with people that at times drive me crazy, hopefully this will not be one of those times.

The reason for the cruise is that it’s my grandpa’s birthday; and every 10th year when he enters a new decade of life; we always do something extravagant. Last time we went to Thailand, went snorkling and swam with dolphins. This time, I guess, we took it down a notch and went for a cruise to Finland. Mostly because my grandparents have become kind of old. That’s the funny thing about your teenage years when you’re growing up; you kind of forget that other people around you are growing old.

I recently have become scared about how little time I have left with them, two of my friends have under the last month lost a grandparent. And I don’t know, it makes me sad. They probably won’t see me get my life together; I mean I’m a mess right now and my life will continue to be so for a while until I realize what I actually want to do. They will disappear without the notion that I’’m going to be alright.

But let’s cherish the time we have together, I’m going to party with my 83 year old grandma and my cousins tonight on a cruise. That will be cool.

We’re on the bus to Stockholm right now, I’ll get a post up tonight or something. Bye.