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​"Follow your heart" 

I have heard and read so many times through out my life, and interesting enough, if you actually do you can end up in the most amazing places and/or events. But for me, the saying "Follow your heart" led me straight to the hospital last Saturday...

To be honest, I have experienced so much stress lately it's crazy.
One thing after another has just come into my life and triggered stress reactions in so many different ways and aspects. Economy, work, family, things that has to do with my relationship with Hendry, things that has to do with my relationship to myself, trying to choose a healthy lifestyle etc. And on top of that I haven't been sleeping enough either.

So I started Saturday off at work. A pretty long day, and full on speed from the moment I clocked in til the moment I clocked out. I think I also slept 4 hours the night before.

Before I continue, there's one thing you need to know about me: I tend to put 120% into everything I do. When I'm not in balance, I become a stressed perfectionist who thinks she cannot relax until everything is 120% perfect and sorted out. And god forbid if I have to rely on other people. (I'm not sure how good it is to expose myself like this for possible future jobs, haha! But anyway, here goes...)
This is a habit that has been with me since I was very young, and my theory is that it comes from the appreciation I got from others when I DID something good. Meaning that I realized that "people loved me more when I did good things". And don't get me wrong, it's good that people "do good things" but that does NOT define them as people.
I couldn't be more sick of the saying:
"What you do defines you"
You could NOT be more wrong! But that's a whole other provoking (and probably liberating) discussion.

So, what happened was:
I was very tired after a long day at work, mentally and physically, but despite my whole body telling me NO I still wanted to go to the gym. Not because that felt inspiring at all, because "I have to get that perfect body and I have to work hard for it". And even though I love going to the gym and I get energy from it (when I'm not exhausted) I should have stayed home that day.

I went to the gym, and my plan was to workout my shoulders and chest.
I started off with warming up 10 minutes on the treadmill running/jogging and then I got upstairs to start my routines. I got to do three sets with three different exercises when all the sudden my heart "jumped" and I suddenly felt very dizzy. It was like turning on the light switch. All the sudden my heart went from 50-10000 in half a second. My whole being told me to just quit and go home, and I am so glad I actually listened to that.

When I got back downstairs, heading towards the locker room I found it harder and harder to breathe and got more dizzy. I got so scared, called mom and told her to pick me up because I couldn't breathe. And she did. I took my things and made my way out to the parking lot.
In the car we decided it was best for me to stay at her place for the night, but since I was working the next day I wanted to go back home to our apartment to get my stuff for work.
Despite my heart still racing like hell I insisted on coming up with her to get my things because she would have no clue of what to get.
I stepped out of the car and had to squat while holding on to the railing at the apartment entrance and focusing on my breathing.
After a while mom helped me up the stairs to the apartment, and it felt like I had been running a marathon. When we got inside I just crashed on the floor. It was a mix of exhaustion and a panic attack, and I was scared and I cried and I was tired and dizzy. Suddenly I just laid down on the floor and told mom to call an ambulance. She called while sitting down next to me. I had to hold her hand so tight to focus on something because it felt like I would pass out any minute. I remember thinking to myself "I have to look at her, because if I die, she is going to be the last thing I see". This might sound a bit dramatic, but I freaked out and since my heart wouldn't slow down at all I thought it would suddenly explode or something.

When the ambulance came (after what felt like forever) they staff checked my pulse. 200.
Without further questions they helped me into the ambulance and took me to the hospital where they took a few tests. Blood, blood pressure, my heart, my lungs, my sight, my stomach etc.
Thankfully my heart rate had gone down dramatically and was almost back to normal and when the test results came back everything looked just fine. They asked me about any diseases and if I'm healthy and well in general and I said yes. They asked me about my current life situation and when I told them they would all just agree on one thing: stress related!

This was a total wake up call.
All the things I'm stressing about, some of them are actually not important at all. And for what reason?
So that people would love me more? So that I would "seem awesome" in someone elses eyes? To feel more secure?
I don't have to. In fact no one has to. And if the people you spend the most time with don't accept and/or love you for WHO YOU REALLY are, then there are more than 7 billlion other people on this planet to hang out with. No, but seriously. The only reason for you to change would be if it INSPIRES you to do so in any way. And true security will always come from within...
And this I say to anyone who needs to hear it, and probably mostly to myself:
What you do does NOT define you!
Relax, slow down, enjoy, do the things that makes you happy, spend time with people that gives you energy, remember you are PERFECT, just the way you are and for every reason and no reason at all...

Mom! You will be my forever hero and angel. 
I love you, so incredibly much. 

Peace out!


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​Holy smokes! 
I just realize how long it's been since I last posted. I think because I have experienced a lot of strong emotions ever since I left Indonesia and when I do, I tend to wanna run away from it and not touch it, and so writing about it (or just the experience the feelings are related to) becomes the last thing I want to do. 

I said I would write about some funny stories that happened while visiting Hendrys family in Sumbawa, but honestly I think I'.ll save that for later. 

A lot of things has happened since I came back to Sweden. I got a job, a part-time contract but I'm working almost fulltime (thank god). I (we) have my (our) own apartment, and I just love it here! 
It took some time to make it feel like home because before I left for my first backpacking trip I left basically ALL my things in Oslo. Just dumped it and left. So when I came back home I stayed with mom since I was only gonna be home for a few months working to save up money for a new trip to Indonesia to see Hendry. 
And so starting a new life really requires time and some assets. And me, with my sometimes very inspired and less patient spirit, find that extremely challenging every now and then, haha! But now it actually feels like home, and I am so excited about Hendrys thoughts and opinions about it. It is after all OUR place. 

Being back in the village where I grew up feels suprisingly good.
And karma!! Moving back here has always been the last thing I wanted to do in life. For what reason? "There is sooooo much more to see out there! I wanna be something GREAT, and for that to happen, you CANNOT live in this place". Thank God I get older and wiser, hehe. At this point, I couldn't be in a better place.
 I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be. That doesn't mean I won't be traveling and doing stuff outside my mailbox radar, it just means I'm finding peace in where I currently am. 

And I'm so excited about the future! Hendry is coming here this Saturday and wow, it's like I'm falling in love all over again. I miss him every freaking day we are apart. 
Leaving him and Indonesia last time was aweful. I cried like a baby on and off for days before I actually left. And even though we have a plan for our future together and going back this time felt more "safe" then last time, I still hate being apart. Thankfully it was "only" for two months. And when he's coming on Saturday he's going to stay for three whole months.
I couldn't be more happy! 

So, to sum it up a bit: 
It's been two crazy months since I came back. 
A roller coaster with super highs and super lows. I have forced my self to learn to have faith in the unkown, have faith in people and have faith in myself. It has required an enormous amount of energy, so much that I actually ended up at the hospital last Saturday (I'll post more about that later) and I'm still learning. But when this lesson is over, damn I'm gonna be stronger than ever. 




Okey, so before I continue with all the yummy stuff that's been going on since we came to Sumbawa (and trust me, it's goooood) I just have to say: Parents!
No, I'm not pregnant. Yet...

But thanks to the Internet (yeah I know, sounds like I'm 70 years old and just discovered the fine art of Internet and phones) I still get to experience a bit of home. And this goes out to a certain woman that I call "my Mom", whom I LOVE dearly, for sure, but she, as the busy and efficient woman she is, has developed a new habit on how to reply messages on Messenger. Well... at least MY messages.

So here I am, on the other side of this beautiful planet Earth and stuff happens, and sometimes I just feel like I want to share it with my family, and especially mom, because well... she's my mom.
So I send her a looooong (sometimes only half-long) message about this event that's taken place, I tell her about what happened, how I feel about it, sometimes what she thinks about it, bla bla bla.
And, you know when you have a conversation with someone (because come on, it's 2017, that's pretty much what we are having, only through our phones) and you want some feedback on what you've just shared because where I come from, that's how you have a conversation (a k a dialouge). But what she does, and I don't know if this is part of her being more "efficient" as she puts it, is to send me 4-5 emojis with either a heart, a thumbs up or a laughing face... WHAT?! What does that even mean?
Sure, if I asked her "can I call you at 5?" and she sends me a thumbs up, I get it, but here I am, exposing myself to one of the people I trust and love the most. I put my soul into writing about this event, and all I get is a freaking emoji!

Haha, I'm sorry mom, I love you, til and after death, and this is of course written with an enormous amount of humor and love towards you, but I just find it so hilarious. It really just adds more to the typical image of you. I guess that all I want to say is: I miss you mom, and I can't wait til we actually can spend real time together and talk, about anything on Earth and beyond.

So, I guess I'll just find a heart and a thumbs up in the comments below from you after you've read this but that's alright ;) Regardless, I love you! See you soon

Your Vicki



Photos from the times I've been to Lombok, with and without Hendry. The last ones are from one of our "heat escapes", on our way back to Gili Trawangan. It is so beautiful to travel (especially by scooter) along the coast from Senggigi to Bangsal, at least if you're a nature freak like me. And along the way there's a few food places like the one you see on the picture where you can stop and eat fresh fish (notice the two fishermen in the photo to the right in the middle row), overlooking the ocean. And that's exactly what we did - best fish I've ever had. And as you aslo can see, we sit on the floor and we eat with our hands. Indo-style! I just love it. This was together with our dear friend Ghani, and his friend that I can't remember the name of (I'm so sorry!).

I think I've mentioned this before but one of the best things about Gili T, if you stay for a longer period of time, is definitely all the people you meet. Short-termers, long-termers, locals and anything in between. I have had the pleasure of getting to know so many new friends during this time and I am truly grateful for all of them. And I also got the opportunity to show some of them around the island a little bit. The best thing you can do when you come here as a tourist is to get a bike and just go around the island. It's really cosy, but also very dirty in some places. The first photo is taken in the middle of the island where there's a huge "trash-hill", and cows walking on and around it. The second photo is together with some of the great people I met at my favourite (VEGAN!!!!) restaurant Pituq Café (third photo is also from Pituq, but together with my dear friend Dani who I mentioned in my previous post). Seriously, a return flight ticket to Indonesia is worth all the money just for eating there. If you ever go to Gili Trawangan - DON'T MISS IT! When I was in Gili last time I think I ate at Pituq at least once a day for alsmot a month.
The two last photos are from the incredible sunset side. A great place to chill during the evenings with different bars, restaurants, sweet music (sometimes live music and live drumming) etc. And the view... oh my god... The mountain you see on the right photo is actually Mt. Agung in Bali. You remember the volcano that was about to erupt about a month ago in Bali? That's it!

Oh, I almost forgot! Halloween. It was a loooooong time since I dressed up, but this time my friend Dani (YES, there she is!) and my friend Jill convinced me to join them in painting out faces. And so we did. Had a nice evening, but no party despite the drinks we had.
The bottom photo is together with some of the best people I know. Remember the Swedish girls that I was talking about? That's them, and Dani :D Rakel, Nikki, Ottilia and Dani. We spent an afternoon at a place called Casa Vintage (also Gili Trawangan). It's a cosy clothing store mixed with a cafe on the second floor. They have an amazing Oreo cheesecake for those of you who are interested. Unfortunately we discovered last time we were there that, to our disappointment, they've made the pieces half the size from what we usually get... But yeah, still really good!

So, the last photos on this post... The first part of our stay in Sumbawa.
My lovely sister in law runs, together with her mother a wedding shop. The make and sell/rent out clothies for wedding, and that's the first thing you see when you enter their house in the small village Labuhan Mapin. Very colorful with lots of beautiful handicraft. The net room you enter is the living room, and that's what you see on the last two photos. Since they almost just started building the house there's a lot of things left to do. When Hendry and I arrived I think they'd just gotten water and electricity for their home. But even though there's a lot more to do I really like it here.

The young people on the left photo are Hendry two nieces, his nephew and his younger sister. The man next to Hendry on the right photo is his dad. I haven't gotten a good photo of his mom yet, but when I first met her I instantly felt that I wanted to know more about her. Some people just have that energy about them.

I really enjoy spending time with his family, even though none of them speaks english, but sometimes the language of energy is more than enough, and so far it's just incredible.

I will give you all updates on the crazy things I've experienced here in Sumbawa soon.
Thank for taking your time so far, and please stay tuned!




Woaah! My sincere apologies for my total absence these last weeks (yeah I know, more than a month...). I have had moments where I've felt slightly inspired to post something here but then, a moment later, something happens and my attention flies elsewhere. I think that's one of my bad habits.

But regardless. Here I am! Finally. And A LOT of things has happened since last time.

The biggest thing for me (and Hendry) is definitely the fact that: WE'RE ENGAGED!
On October 5th he put a ring on my finger. A beautiful silver ring, made by my dear friend Fran who's working at a silver shop called Yin on Gili Trawangan. You should definitely pay it a visit if you come cause they have a lot of beautiful stuff. And Fran is also having silver making classes for those who wants to learn. If you're interested, let me know and I'.ll put you in touch.

We chilled during the day and ended up partying at night in Sama Sama with our friends. It wouldn't be the only engagement celebration because a few weeks later, my dear friend Dani from England came to Gili and wanted to celebrate as well. A beautiful time spent on the beach at sunset with drinks, food and good friends!

What else... I have been to Mataram (the biggest city in Lombok) to extend my VISA at Immigration. This happened on a day when I was tired and hungover, and Immigration isn't the fastest office in the world. No offense, they probably do a great job, but it takes forever! Haha. Those of you who read this and have done it know what I'm talking about. But going to Mataram from the harbor in Bangsal is a very beautiful journey. Lombok is an incredible island with it's nature.

Hendry and I have also done a few more heat escapes. One of them was to Mataram, haha. Had a really good time and we spent all day at the new shopping mall called Epicentrum. One of the reasons was for Hendry to buy shoes for his nieces and nephew, and also for us to get away for a bit. We also went to the cinema they have there, and watched Jackie Chans new movie "The Foreigner". A really good movie in my opinion. Worth watching if you haven't seen it.

I've also spent a lot of time with my newfound amazing friends from Sweden: Nikki, Rakel and Ottilia. Three amazing girls with whom I have a lot in common. We usually talk about what we experience in Gili, our better halves (yes, all three of them also have Indonesian boyfriends), Sweden and anything between heaven and earth.
When you've spent some time here it's actually very comforting to be able to share experiences with someone who speaks your native language. Oh, speaking of which, if you want to read an incredible blog about what life if like over here you should really check out my friend Rakels blog. It's in Swedish, but damn it's good!
Here's the link: Resmedrakel

Okey, this is just a short update on what's been going on lately. I will post an entry with basically just photos for you to see, and from now on I'll be better at updating! At least I will do my best.
AND, another very exciting thing is that Hendry and I are currently in Sumbawa, in his village, visiting his family. Woohoo, it's been an adventure so far too, haha! I'll post about it!

Again, sorry for being adsent, and sorry for a rather lousy update. But more is to come!

Stay tuned




I remember one time when mom and I were talking about whether we preferred cold weather or hot weather. I told her that I, at that time, liked when it's a bit hotter, and she said one of the most obvious things. Something that really got to my subconscious mind and has been stuck there ever since. She said "You can dress for cold weather, just put on more clothes. But you can't dress for really hot weather since your naked skin is as far as you can go". I love you, mom!
While being here, that quote has become my mantra so yesterday Hendry and I actually booked two nights at this supercosy hotel called Bagaz Cottages. We're still in Gili Trawangan but just spending some time in a room with air con but escape the heat for a bit. It's sooooo nice! Not waking up swimming around in your own sweat and running to the shower just to get cool as soon as possible.
I've slept like a baby, and if it's because I was really tired yesterday or because I finally got to snuggle up close to Hendry without him informing me how hot it is, I don't know. Probably a combo.

So while he is still sleeping and enjoying the air con to the fullest, I'm outside finishing a light but nice breakfast.
Gonna go see a friend for a little while soon and then go back here and enjoy more cool air. Haha!
Seriously, I could stay here forever.

More updates later!




Ah man, you know the feeling when everything just becomes daily life and trying to write something creative about it seems like mission impossible? Well, that's pretty much where I am right now. Haha!
But then again, sometimes it's the daily things that are the most interesting stuff to read and write about.

I could tell you about what I would like to refer to as the "toilet incident".

So this happened a few days ago when I was at the beach with me new found friend Jeanette. We had just finished some food and cold drinks (me - ice coffee!) and were about to head back home when I suddenly really needed to hit the ladies room. I think most of us are familiar with the sometimes "bathroom ASAP"-effects of coffee.

I made my way to the ladies and the first thing that got my attention was that these toilet booths didn't have doors. They had curtains... Seriously, curtains! This surely ends up as number 2 on my list of "weirdest toilet experiences" (number 1 is Vietnam at a big market where the toilet booths looked like they'd been cut in half, so you could literally watch your toilet neighbor take a dump).

Fortunately I was alone, so I took some time to scrutinize which one of them that looked the safest in case of company. I can't recall when I last felt so exposed. Probably when I ended up sitting by the bar at Sama Sama in just my bra, as a result of the brilliant idea to just wear a thicker jacket since my plan was to hang out at Silverink with my friends where they have an ice cold air con...
Anyway, back to the story.
So, after playing some kind of toilet roulette I chose one of them. Woohoo! Finally, I thought.
But as in every roulette game, someone has to take the bullet, and in this case, I did... because you see, here in Indonesia (as in many other countries) you can't flush the tissues because of bad pipes and what not, so most toilets have what people call a "bum gun".
A bum gun is basically a "water gun" attached next to the toilet for you to clean your holy parts instead of using tissues.

I was just about to finish up and leave when I realized, to my biggest fear: the bum gun is not working! And no tissues what so ever in sight!
Holy smokes...
And here I am, 2 kg lighter but stuck and exposed with no where to go. What the f*uck do I do now?
Fortunately I'm a true believer of "necessity knows no law", so in my bathroom one man show I hurry to the booth next to mine just to get bum gun clean. I then go back to say farewell to yesterday's mie goreng and the roulette punishment continues. I can't flush... it's not working.

I don't know what I have done in my life to deserve this kind of karma...

I remembered that sometimes people use tiny buckets with water to flush, so I started running around in there looking for something bucket-like, praying to the Heavens no one would come in and accidentally run into my mess. But no bucket in sight.
So in a mix of panic, desperation and frustration I realize I have two hands. I turned on the tap (thank God it worked) and started filling up my cupped hands with water and ran back to the toilet to finish my work. It took me approximately 10 rounds until the resistant fuckers disappeared into the unknown.

And as if I had just been running a marathon I took a deep breath, again thanking Heavens for keeping the restroom clear of intruders.
I walked back out, trying to act as cool as possible, but probably looking guilty as fudge, with my previous scenario playing on repeat for my minds eye.

I was safe!

Moral of the story?
I don't know, you tell me...




So I said in my earlier post that I would share some of the challenges I've been facing while being here. Because despite the fact that I'm litterally in paradise right now, life has a great way of bringing opportunities to grow within yourself. Many times I've been thinking to myself "oh, if I just go to that place I will be happy forever", but the reality is that regardless of where on Earth I am, I am still with me, in my body, yeah? So that means, even though I'm in paradise I can still face inner "ghosts" because all of what I'm experiencing is happening within me.
Many of you are probably already aware of this too, and if it's the first time you hear this idea, notice how it feels inside of you when you read it :)

So my history (which I'm working on not trying to identify myself with so much and get attached to) is that I have always had superhigh expectations on myself, no matter what I was doing. Why? Because for me, when I do something really really good the people around me usually give me amazing feedback and in my world that equals "love and appreciation".
Easily translated "if I do good, I am good". This is not a unique thing, because many people I've met have the same patterns and beliefs.

This also means that if I go too long without "doing" anything I consider important, or feel like I bring value to the environment and people around me somehow, I can sometimes get slightly depressed. And this is what happened a few days ago. I had a really shitty morning where one ghost kept telling me how stupid I was, which triggered another one saying "you cannot do anything right, and you are such a chicken for not even trying to reach for your goals, everyone on this island is so freakin cool but you're not", and another good old friend also visited "you are not good enough, and of course no one likes to spend time with you" (this one is the craziest one because I have sooo many wonderful friends that I love to hang out with as much as they love to hang out with me). But you see where this is going, ye?

It ended up with me sitting alone at home, feeling shit and being worried about basically everything in my life, while also feeling like the smallest and most lonely person on this planet.
Haha! It's kinda amusing when I think about it now, vibrating on a totally different level.

So how do people deal with these kind of things? How do you deal with this?
I'd love to get more tips and ideas because sometimes being with myself when those moments occur is like walking down a dark alley towards a scary stranger not knowing if they are gonna kill you or not.

What I did that day was to first of all accept that I did feel this way, and then write down what I felt and all the thoughts that came up in my mind on a piece of paper, until it felt like I was "emptied". That usually leaves space for me to start telling myself other, more positive things.
Right after that my lovely Hendry came back home and sat down with me. We just talked casually for a while which also gave me new energy.
I also went for yoga the same afternoon and that was a real mood changer! There's always something refreshing about connecting with your physical and mental body, and afterwards I felt like a totally new person.

I'm sharing this because sometimes it's just so nice to be real with who you are and what you feel and experience. Too many people (in my opinion) walk around with a fake smile on their faces, pretending all is good when they might actually feel like shit. And even though it's getting less and less taboo-ish to talk about how you really feel, I still think there are a lot more we can do. First of all be real, and especially with ourselves. Everything is OK. Feeling and experiencing whatever you do is absolutely OK. At least that is my belief.

If you've read this far, thank you so much for taking your time.
If this triggered anything inside of you, please feel free to share your thoughts in the comments. I'm more than interested in hearing about your own experiences.

Until next time

All the love




I've been trying to make friends with a really bad cold and lots of coughing these last couple of days. I don't get sick often but when I do, oh, feels like the world is gonna fall apart at times, haha!

Despite that, these last days have been good!
I'll post a few photos of what's been going on.

While Hen is working I usually spend time with my friends and also his friends.
I've been hanging out with two supersweet girls from Germany, Sarah and Kira. It's been sooo nice! They went back to Bali yesterday, but we have had a really nice time together.

I have also been so spoiled by my man. The other day we went to Scallywags for dinner together. Got a table on the beach, shared a bottle of white wine, had the most amazing dinner including desert and just enjoyed the time together.

After dinner we made our way to my friend Artas tattoo studio Silverink Tattoo, and I ended up getting a tattoo! Woohoo! I just love the feeling after getting something new like this. And he is so skilled and thorough when he's working. Felt really safe having him tattooing me :)
This is the result! Almost done. Gonna add a few more things to it.

And speaking of change, yesterday Hendry got a haircut! Oh my god! It was so funny to watch, because I've always seen him with long hair and that man bun, and now he looks like a bad ass businessman, haha! But I still think it really suits him.
30 minutes after we left the barbershop, on our way to Le Pirate, he goes "oooh, I miss my long hair!" Oh babe... hahaha!

We made our way to Le Pirate where we spent the rest of the day drinking and eating, swimming in their pool, watching some people play beach volleyball. A great day!

I don't really have anything to complain about. But even though I'm currently in paradise, of course there are challenges too. But I will leave that as a cliffhanger for next post...

Stay tuned!

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Back at Wonderland after a lovely dinner with my better half.
On the way here I passed my friend Artas tattoo studio (Silverink tattoo) where they had a birthday party for his friend Chandra. Stayed for a bit to enjoy the company and music before continuing to my final destination.

This is one of the reasons I just love it here so much! If people are celebrating something and you happen to walk by, they always invite you to join! Now, I knew a few of the people here, but still.
Random people were passing by, and the ones that seemed interested in what was going on were always invited to join.

I pray to the Universe I get to stay for a loooooong time.