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Category: Reading

  • Victoria Bergman – Erik Axl Sund

    Since I spent some hours in the planes and waiting at the airport on saturday, I managed to rea a book. This was the first of the trilogy of Erik Axl Sund (duo of swedish writters) about Victoria Bergman.

    Well, what to say… The book is pretty easy to read, with kind of a twist around Victoria but I am right now growing sick of reading about people with problem in their heads. The vocabulary is not very rich either, so it makes the whole a little poor and I won’t read the other parts of the trilogy.

  • La délicatesse – David Foenkinos

    My sister forgot this book at home when she came to visit for Xmas, so I read it. La délicatesse. Its a short book (around 200 pages) that I read in few hours. It was well written, with a little bit of humour, but somehow, I found the history a little poor. I don’t know why, maybe it’s because my last reading was much more powerfull with feelings or because I am not a romantic person, I don’t know.

    One thing I liked though was the few description the author made about swedish people: they made me smile.

    The book gets a 3 of 5 from me. Nice to read to spend few hours, but not the kind of book that will make a revolution in your head.

    Note: this book is to be found in english as well, google “delicacy book” (the first results come for the film, that I haven’t seen).

    And is there something more delicate than a feather?

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  • L’amour et les forêts

    I received tons of french books from my lovely mother for xmas and the first i read was this one: L’amour et les forêts, by Eric Reinhardt. I choose to read this book first because of the title, that I found poetical. I read the book in 2 evenings, so good it was. I was sceptical at first: the 20 first pages were boring, long descriptions that were not getting anywhere and suddently, POUF the story began and I couldn’t stop reading.

    This is a book about the destructive relationships, self-esteem, moral torture, pride and above all, a story of today, thousands of women fighting in silence to survive within a golden cage. The main character, Bénédicte, lives a life in the shadow of a strong and bad man, and the story is all about her way to make it look normal. The story seems easy at the beginning but it grows harder and harder, making the book hard to lay down, you just have to finish it and know how it went.

    I liked very much the writing as well: this book seemed almost modern, with meetic, sms and internet but I think that this feeling will dissapear in 2 years. It was a real step toward modernity though that Eric Reinhardt made in this book, when you compare to other french litterature from 2000 and now: when I read them, I often feel like they were written in the 90’s and this is boring. It seems that litterature is too pretty to be willing to be modern. It often doesn’t describe how it is for real, but keep on thinking that people still use phone attached on the wall to communicate. I liked L’amour et les forêts a lot for this try of getting more modern.

    The langage as well was modern, even if I disliked the fact that the author wrote the “young” words in italic. I don’t know if it was an help for older readers or what, but it was unnecessary to me.

    At the end of my reading, I was happy to have read this good book, talking about a difficult topic without any taboo but I also felt sad for all these women living this kind of life.

    The topic of this book reminds me of the podcast I listened to the other day, from Les Pieds sur Terre called Allo Ménie! -I listen to tons of podcasts and I wrote about it the other day, if you want some inspiration yourself- Allo, Ménie was a radio program, sent between 1967 and 1982 when people could anonymously write or call to ask questions, often about relationships and sexuality to Ménie Grégoire, who was the program leader. I had never heard that program live, since it stopped the year I was born. In the podcast, they just introduce what the program was about and they just play extracts from it, without commentating any of it. When I began the listening, I thought “oh, cool that there was a program to talk about sexuality and stuff, so early” but then, I changed my mind.

    In a couple of extracts, women call and ask questions, where they often are kind of victims, and don’t know how to say no to their husband in a proper way. This is often about getting pregnant all the time and not willing to have 10 kids to feed, at this time where the contraceptive pill was not very common. The women calling were mostly talking about men that did not care how they felt when making love, or if they wanted to make love at all.

    There is also this woman, talking about how she desires her husband and how he refused to sleep with her at all after they got their 2 children. This woman had so far lived 15 years without any sex with her husband and without being able to talk about it with anyone. The answer that Ménie gave to her was pretty chocking to me. It was, in a short version, “you have a problem with your sexuality and may be a nymphomaniac”. I thought of this poor woman, who was trying to make everything work, called the program to get any help and instead, she got a ton of debts, and the advice to go to the psychologist to cure her mental trouble. I mean, isn’t it normal to get love by her husband, when you are married?

    In the podcast, you hear just a few parts of 15 years of program, but these few parts let me think that I would have switched the radio off, if I had been an adult at this time. The answers the “specialists” gave to these women were so conservative, degradating and so on.

    Anyway, read this book, L’amour et les forêts, by Eric Reinhardt, it gets a 4,5 of 5!

  • Le cas Eduard Einstein – Laurent Seksik

    I am not sure if the english translation exists, but if or when it does, just go and borrow/buy this book: Le cas Eduard Einstein. This is the story of the second child of Albert Einstein, and the story is told both by the mother, the father and the son himself. Between the line, you can feel the fear of nazism growing in Europe before the WWII. The version of the son is very poetic, and tells us a lot about imagination, how situations can be lived, about the need to be seen by the parents. The version of the mother is kind of desesperate, but mostly because of the loves she lost in her life. And Albert in all that, it seemed like he had most global fights to win somehow.

    Read this book, this is full of poetry and melancoly.

  • Weird feeling fo reading something I’ve already seen

    Sunday on earth, rainy and grey. Perfect for reading and fill up the mind with inspiration. Last night, I finished to read Svarta lögner, rött blod from Kjell Eriksson and during the whole reading, I felt like I knew the story. This was so close from the plot from The Killing, Tv-show that we watched this summer. So I thought that this book was the origin of the show, but it seems that it is not that obvious. Of course the story doesn’t take place in the same geographical area but the names of the characters are really similar, their life situations and actions as well, this is disturbing.

    Whoever came with the ideas first, it doesn’t take off this book the action and it was entertaining to read it. I recommend it!

  • Morning smile

    I woke up for a little while and read this funny book about what dog think:

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    Short but some smiles came.

  • Easy reading

    Holiday is synonimous with reading. Tonight, i laughed with this book:

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    A really quick readen book and pretty funny. Gave it an hour, you will enjoy it!

  • How to enpower your every day life

    I am wondering. Oh, big time!

    Everything began when I came back home from work tonight. I disturbed all my colleagues with coughing and our new room (we are 6 people sitting in here) is freezing cold. I was totally Miss Icecube after the day. Big problems = Big solutions! Mine was to take a bath.

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    When I was plouf-ploufing in my bath, I had nothing to listen to, just my own breath, heartbeat and the noice of my claps in the water. I wondered: when was it the last time I had such a silent moment for myself? I actually live a life full of noice pollution and I am responsible of it. Of course. (This is my theory of You-always-have-a-choice-in-life-either-you-change-it-or-you-accept-it ). Anyway. I woke up with the horrible sound of the alarm clock. I put the radio on and listen to the swedish news (intellectual ones, but noice anyway), I eat breakfast with some stupid radio programs when I am in a hurry, or with a CD if I take some time for myself, I brush my teeth with the mechanical noice of the toothbrush, I put my headphones on the ears and walk to work with some french news directly input in my brain. I arrive at work and hear and talk to colleagues. Since we are many in the room, I put again my headphones on and listen to some random radio, just something that is enough loud to cover the talks of the others on their phones. Then, I walk home and then, I feel lonely. I feel lonely as quick as I am in our appartment without any noice.

    This was what happened tonight in the bath. And I pushed the reflexion a step farther: When was it the last time I listened to some music I really like, with purpose? Answer: Ages ago.

    Back in the 90’s, when I was a teenager, I received Remaster I and II by my father as a bday gift (and some other CD, but I don’t remember which one, sign that the 2 firsts named killed the emotions for the others for a long time.). At this time, in the 90’s in the middle of nowhere in France, I was closer to life as a hippie than to the internet. I had no cell phone (who had?) and I spent most of my time smelling horse shit and have clay on my clothes. And horse shit. To me, it was the paradise. A typical day was going up early, take care of the dog and the horse, take a shower, then my breakfast, walk some kilometer to the buss, wait for it, sit in it for almost an hour and then school the whole day. After school, I had the reverse trip in buss back home, a quick kiss to my horse, half liter of warm chocolate and after some changing of clothes, I spent the evening riding and taking care of horse shits. It was lovely. I always felt so calm after that, when I took my shower. I had spent time wiht my best friend, told her my secret stories about boys I would never get and about the things we would try to achieve together. And then, hop, bed and I HAD TO listen to both remaster I and remaster II every single night. I just had to. If I was not making it, I was sleeping bad.

    The difference with today was it was the only moment during the day when I was listening to something. Something I liked very much, without understanding why actually. I think I like the multiple of sounds that are happening in every song. Almost every night, I felt asleep during this song:

    This is to my ears a song that conditioned my dreams during a long time: sounds of beach, coolness and happiness somehow. Of course, I translated every single text I found from Led Zep (which made my english education) and let me remember that it was not easy at this time, without google, to find some. They had the bad taste to have no text in the vinyl records, so I had to plan trips to the library in the closest city and pray for the lyrics book to be in. Which was not a security, I think we were more than one trying to escape in thoughts with the help of poetry and songs. Anyway.

    This song, D’yer Maker was pretty interesting to me: very easy, no need to find the lyrics and I was able to understand it. The most curious was actually the titel, but I did not care, the most important was “oh baby, I still love you so”. There were in these words some a hidden wish of me, average teenager at this time: to be left by a boyfriend. You may think it was an horrible wish, but it would at least have been the proof that I’ve had a boyfriend, once! I was successfull at school, at riding, with my friends, but it was catastrofical with the guys. On the outside, I did not care too much (or tried not to show it) but I spent maybe hundred of lonely evenings in my bed, wondering if one day, I would meet some boy who would see something in me. I understood though that it was not so much to make about it and decided to live life as I wanted to and I made it. When I was 15, I saw myself around 30, being an independant and strong woman, but I was not able to see a guy by my side.

    With the years, I experienced pretty much the part being left by a boyfriend. Almost hundred of times. Once in 2003, I saw this very handsome and cool guy. Whatever what happened then, it was the first (and only) time of my life I ever felt that this guy had something, something really worth to discover. Very strange since I maybe was 30 meters away from him and couldn’t hear him, or talk to him at this right moment. Rich of my experiences of being left, I just thought it wouldn’t lead anywhere, I was nor handsome  or cool enough. I just kept this magical thought for myself and had fun with the other parts of my life. Some months later, this handsome and cool guy looked at me and… Oh well, I was living my whole Led Zeppelin dream.

    And then, ups and downs like all the time, years have gone and one down that actually appeared to be an up to me: the flat tire event. I met this handsome and cool guy again and you know the rest – well not all but enough to understand my gratitude: Thank you M! Thank you to see me, to be kind to me and to be with me, just the way you are. I am almost a 32 years old woman and I am very happy that you crossed my vision of being an independant and solo woman. I grow stronger with every day in your company.

    If the sun refused to shine, I would still be loving you.
    When mountains crumble to the sea, there will still be you and me.

    Kind (wo)man, I give you my all, Kind (wo)man, nothing more.

    Little drops of rain whisper of the pain, tears of loves lost in the days gone by.
    My love is strong, with you there is no wrong,
    together we shall go until we die. My, my, my.
    An inspiration is what you are to me, inspiration, look… see.

    And so today, my world it smiles, your hand in mine, we walk the miles,
    Thanks to you it will be done, for you to me are the only one.
    Happiness, no more be sad, happiness….I’m glad.
    If the sun refused to shine, I would still be loving you.
    When mountains crumble to the sea, there will still be you and me.

    This post was pretty intimate, sorry for that. Some other day, I will tell you the story of why I like this song:

     

    Oh and if you wanted to have the answer to the question in the titel: music can enpower your every day life. Music makes you travel in your dreams, but choose it carefully: you earn to make beautiful dreams!

  • Tuesday and new rutines

    When I came home yesterday evening, I was a little fed up of getting to walk 30 min to and 30 min back from work. I don’t want to take the bus because I find it lazy so far I have no time to respect but one hour of my day to walk in the darkness is not my favorite activity. I also realized that I haven’t been running in a week and when I saw my clothes ready to be used, I thought that I needed to take a run. The streets are now in Linköping snowfree and the temperature is around 0, so these are no bad conditions for some winter running. But as you may guess, I was lazy. I also needed to wash my hair, but since I don’t like to wash them “for nothing”, I want to sweat before. So the genious that is in me found a perfect compromise: I would run to and back from work today!

    The idea was to drink a glas of juice at home, to jump into my running clothes and to pack proper clothes and things for the shower and a breakfast in a backpack and to run happily to work. Said and done! My first comment is that it is not as easy as it seems to run with a backpack. Even if it only goes down. I ran a little more to have a round about 3,5km and I felt pretty good after that, but with heavy legs.

    When I arrived at work, I took my things up to the shower and oh the noes: they are fixing some thing upstairs, so no one can use the shower. It was 7 in the morning, I had as I wrote my bad hair day and I was smelling fresh sweat. The thing with sweat is that it smells almost nothing as long as it is warm, but as quick as it gets cold, it stinks, specially with this kind of sport clothes. I used again the genious that sleeps in me and decided to wash my little self in the bathroom for diseable people. I could put my head under the water, but it was a question of millimeters. I may have a big head, or the tap is not dimensioned for washing head. Anyway, I managed even if it was acrobatic.

    Then, I worked. The whole day. Actually cleaned my mailbox too and it gave me a wonderful feeling!

    And then: the run back home. Dark and uphill, this was a proof for my body that life isn’t always easy. But it was so good to go through the door at home! Think: I reunited an mandatory transport with a mandatory sport. TRAN- SPORT. I am very satisfied with myself tonight and will soon go to bed to read one comic I bought in France last week: Quai d’Orsay.

    To make you dream, here you get a picture of last week:

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    This picture fits well with the spleen from Beaudelaire (the traduction is on this page)

    Quand le ciel bas et lourd pèse comme un couvercle
    Sur l’esprit gémissant en proie aux longs ennuis,
    Et que de l’horizon embrassant tout le cercle
    II nous verse un jour noir plus triste que les nuits;

     

    Quand la terre est changée en un cachot humide,
    Où l’Espérance, comme une chauve-souris,
    S’en va battant les murs de son aile timide
    Et se cognant la tête à des plafonds pourris;

     

    Quand la pluie étalant ses immenses traînées
    D’une vaste prison imite les barreaux,
    Et qu’un peuple muet d’infâmes araignées
    Vient tendre ses filets au fond de nos cerveaux,

     

    Des cloches tout à coup sautent avec furie
    Et lancent vers le ciel un affreux hurlement,
    Ainsi que des esprits errants et sans patrie
    Qui se mettent à geindre opiniâtrement.

     

    — Et de longs corbillards, sans tambours ni musique,

    Défilent lentement dans mon âme; l’Espoir,

    Vaincu, pleure, et l’Angoisse atroce, despotique,
    Sur mon crâne incliné plante son drapeau noir.

  • Expeditionen, min kärlekshistoria – Bea Uusma

    This is the last book I read and it was mervellous! A  really exciting reading about an expedition of 3 Swedes who wanted to fly over the north pole with a baloon. It did not go how they wanted and more than hundred years later, a young woman, who was fascinated by this expedition tried to find out what they died of. It was really well done, with a lots of facts, very beautiful pictures and story telling.

  • I have a plan

    The end of the week has been pretty chaotical. I have been helding a course the whole thursday, coming home very late and sleeping almost directly. Friday was busy by busy at work and I repeated the same as the day before: I went to bed around 21 and slept the whole night. M is in Ljungby, having party with his colleagues and I am using the time to sleep, run and son study. I have a lot to read, so I may be boring (aahah I meant more than usual) on here.

    For the running part: I bought a book, called “running int the middle of the life” löpträning mitt i livet which gives advices on how organise runtraining. This is actually pretty smart and I have been trying to make it for the coming weeks. This is actually good to plan, because the coming weeks are full of a lot of travels or work, so this is quite a precision work to put some kilometers between trains and work.

    The plan for the coming week looks like this:

    Sunday – 7 slow kilometers with low pulse.

    Monday – home work out with exercices for the legs, back, stomach and bowl

    Tuesday – 6,2 km at the gym after work, intervall kind of 2km warming up, then 200m + 400m + 600m + 800m + 600m + 400m + 200m with 60sec pause inbetween and 1km cool down

    Wednesday – maybe 4km with a colleague from work. This is pretty unsure, it depends on our program for the day.

    Thursday – home work out or 4km depending of the day before

    Friday – well needed restand bubble friday!

    Saturday – 11km with low pulse in town after a sleeping morning.

    Now, let’s shower and read about association and stuff!

  • Like a candle in the wind

    Oh my… A monday that went quick, once again. But today, I received a book that I think will be easier to read than my law books! “löpträning mitt i livet” it is called. Like running training in the middle of the life. I plane to live a little longer than 64 years, but somehow, I needed motivation and this book seems to be extremely good!

    For the rest, we finished to watch the serie Breaking Bad and it was a good one. 5 Seasons almost in a raw, it took some time. Now, we are almost free to… study and stuff.

    The hollidays are coming pretty soon, a little more than one month, and it will be a lots of nights at hotel for work and travel here and there. I am actuall looking forward the first morning when I will be able to think: no need to put an alar clock!

    I plane a little morning run tomorrow. Not that I like to get up early, this is more that if I don’t make it, I will be pushed to rest unvolontarely. By the way, I was feeling no pain today at all. The half an hour of squash on friday left more marks than the 21 kilometers from yesterday. Strange, huh? Maybe I was running too slowly yesterday? I don’t really care, I am happy to have done the distance, now the goal is to run 10K a little faster and the next goal is to run the half mara a little faster as well. I may find some inspiration in the book.

    For now, you will get an old picture that I took in Eskilstuna and that I found back on my FB. There are a lots of things on the internet…

    lampa

  • Serious day

    My day began this morning quite strange: I had forgotten to put my alarm clock and woke up by myself, asking myself where I was. This feels so empty when M is not here, even if I had my big plaid on. When I realized what happened, I just ran out my bed, ate breakfast (on the way to the kitchen, I thought and lucky me, I had plenty of time to the first meeting!). I walked to work and listened to laugh-french-radio on the way. Several times, I laughed out loud, like LOL, and people aroudn on the street where like “is she craxzy?!”.

    The day at work was pretty intense, I made a lot but my brain was totally empty at the end of the day. Pretty accurate to go to the gym and run intervalls. I took 10 times 200m at 14km/h. For me, it is light velocity. I made then a 400m at 13km/h, and pretty happy with myself, I went home, with a smile on the lips. Think: I left home with laughs and came home with smile on the lips, even if I gave more than myself during the day. I may have a pretty good energy and happiness production in my body!

    Then I have been pretty serious and read for my study the whole evening. Yeah for me. I am now doing a little break and soon, going to bed. The day tomorrow may be activ as well, let’s see if I miss my alarm clock!

    For your eyes: an old pic:

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  • Changes

    Changes are the best to make one think!

    Citation from me. Ok, not very high level, but I need to explain you some changes. Also, a short story in a big post.

    I have beein blogging since august 2005 and it results in a little more than 1700 post. Not all of them are interesting and to be honest, I am not sure that 10% is valuable for anyone else than me. It’s a lots of memory and a lots of pictures that I saved through the years and despite computers crasches. I have a strict policy of privacy on here though, so you will never see a name or a people around me in picture, I choose to protect people around me against the evil internet that has a too good memory. And myself too by the way. Even if I am a boring people, it would bother me to expose my name and everything. There is something scary in it.

    Anyway, back to the story!

    So, the blogging platteforme I was using until the past days had a big update and we, with blog with low visitors numbers, we would have migrated our blogs like in 50 years or something, so I tried to find a way to save all my stuff somewhere and to find a platteforme which has much more possibilities to export and save the content of the blog. I landed here, at Spotlife, that is using WordPress in the bakground. It feels safe so far and I have much more possibilities to blog from my phone and to put some pictures and so in the posts, so maybe it will be a little more life on here.

    I like the simple design as well. No Trams on here, only text. The less good thing is the publicity you may see between the post. I hope it won’t disturb you too much.

    Have a good reading and I -sort of- promise to write more interesting things and a litle more often! Instead of playing at candy crush, I will tell you my life, nice, huh?! :)

  • So much

    I can’t even remember when I wrote on here last time but it feels like it was ages ago. This week end was special: no one of us was in a train on Friday and we spent a nice evening together at home. M was pretty tired and almost sick after a rough week so we went to bed pretty early. So it is when you get older! Saturday was the day when we discovered the real face of our common living room. All the boxes are now empty and in the basement and we like it. It feels cosy.

    We had some nice visit on Saturday evening and I made a chocolate dessert that you can see on the picture. It was good, I tell you, but I can’t tell you how much butter, and such things there is in! During the afternoon we also went to wish a happy bday to a friend of us. Sunday was the day I lost four matches again H at squash. I will take my revenge someday ;) but even if I did loose so much, I really enjoy this time together, I somehow find back te child in me.

    Today was a productive day at work. The only stupid thing was that I lost all what I did because of an idiot system, so I worked the whole evening tonight. It may have been a trust of being alone, gräsänka as it is called in Swedish. This is now really strange to lay alone in our bed. I need a blanket and I will try to read my first book of this filosoph from Poland, Zygmunt Bauman, about work, consummation and the new poverty. Good night!

  • Birds

    Hello my fellow readers!

    i have not been very active on here but it is more because of a lack of inspiration than anything else. When was it the last time i wrote? Oj! Last wednesday, almost one week! Ok, let’s check what happened.

    Thursday, i think i worked and then came home, with the determination to go to bed early and i failed. Prolly because of the internet.

    Friday, i worked and travelled south to M. The travel went well and my sweet M was waiting for me.

    Saturday, it was a typical november day: all grey and dark, like if you sleep too long, you miss the whole day! It almost happened but i went outside to kill myself a little bit with 5 km in the wood. Also, this with sport, it’s not getting better with the years, i tell you! Then, i think we went to the restaurant to eat dinner, but it was like the middle of the afternoon so the choice
    for the place was limited. Nice though, i had a very good time and i am still astonished by the way we always find something to talk about. We then watched a novegian movie huvudjägarna and it was lagom scary. M is alway slaughing at me when i am shouting and hiding myself when it becomes scary in a movie.

    Sunday was a slow sunday, but i love them like it. We were invited for dinner and had there a good time too. Then we tried to watch Blade runner for the thousend times. Not finished yet!

    Monday, creepy monday, i had to come back to Linköping. I like my life here, but i hate so much not t live with M. This distance is slowly taking me down! All these scary birds were still sleeping in the tree when i took the bus and the sun was going up as well.

    And today, it was tuesday. I tried to find some passing clothes for the party we will attend on saturday, but i did not find anything. My last hope is a colleague of mine who promised to borrow some things. We may see if he doesn’t forget.

    And i was to the gym today. No idea to be weak, i ran 5 km but was about to die also there. Hush, so heavy, so slow and so lazy! that is not a good combination, i tell you. The challenge of the evening is to switch off the computer in about max 1h30 and to go to bed to read 1Q84. I am so slow at reading it that soon, i will need to reread everything since i will have forgotten the beginning… Boring!!

  • University

    It was a week end full of things! I met M on Friday evening at the station in Alvesta and we made the rest of the travel to Malmö together then. We enjoid the tv in the hotel room and I did not need much more than Ms company to feel happy. No sleeping morning for me on Saturday since we went there for me to write this test in English, I felt horribly old in this room with only people born in the 90s. All the people there were writing the test in order to go to the us and study. For me is abroad breakfast food since 9 years, so all their excitement was like a really old déjà vu.

    Pretty bad conditions to write the test, I made it quick (4 hours) since I was angry att all this thing. I then met M who was sitting outside drinking a coffee and we then went in some shops and finally to the restaurant.

    Champagne of the week there and slowly we went back home, long trip back to Ljungby. Sunday was a slow day and we enjoid a dinner with Ms mother. I went back to Linköping yesterday morning, worked and got depressed by the darkness coming so early now, with the winter time. I am right now standing at the university, today it’s time for me to prove that I understand something in Swedish . Exciting! The campus is empty and the door are closed. Very nice to wait outside by 0 degree. Have fun today!

  • English

    Trying to prepare myself for the toefl on Saturday, I am lying in my bed, reading loud for myself from this book. Think if I get a bad result on Saturday? All thus energy and money and time for nothing? Would be a pity. The test in Swedish will take place on Tuesday. I will spend the whole day at Linköpings university. Think if I would fail there too? I took a run tonight, when the light was between grey and black. I feel really well in my body after that, this is crazy how even my little me got addicted to endorphins and other good hormones. Another thing I noticed is that I feel a waaaay better when I regularly get some hugs from M and 5 days are definitively too much. I am really looking forward Friday evening, when we will go downtown in malmö and take a drink. Can’t wait! For now, some reading!

  • Long time no see

    We had 3 days and 4 nights together M and I and it always goes so quickly. M had to work though so it was a different week end. I haven’t been able to run since i hurt my feet with my new shoes and i have been eating pretty much, so i feel enormous. This was for the “body” part.

    For the head part, i have read maybe 10 pages of 1Q84, only 1200 something left. I dunno, i need some focus to read and udnerstand the story. Usually, when i go to bed, i am a way too tired nowadays to be able to read more than 2 sentences and fall asleep.

    Automn is coming, it was actually a real automny day today: fog this morning and sun with yellow trees tonight. It is all dark around 7 and i have some candles everywhere in my living room, giving some warmth here. I wish i had M here instead!

  • Dead tired

    I came back from uppsala tonight and after a tomatoe soup, I am lying in my bed with a news paper and a book. I guess I will fall asleep within 30min so let me say good night!

  • On my way

    I am sitting on the train to Stockholm and a young lady also had a paper from the half marathon tomorrow. I will not be alone! The pressure is growing and I hope that the weather will be better than today, it’s raining as hell!

  • Bourne and stuff

    This Saturday was full of things: running (very slow, this may be my last week alive since I may not survive the half Mara next Saturday…), breakfast with love and friends, wind ( all the cows lost their horns today in småland), trip to växjö, romantic dinner (m did not propose because I suggested I should pay the bill, he did pay at the end but too late for proposal. Hum, you got it?) and cinema ( we saw Bourne legacy and it was ok, not the best movie ever but ok), road trip back home, and now, Christer is on the side of the bed and tells us how to be a better human being. Actually, I think that M and I are doing pretty good, some affection and laughs make it going far! But before to read some of christers words: twin peaks :)

  • Wonderful day!

    My friend A is fantastical: she sent me a book that will be a very interesting reading. Thank you do much! It is Friday on planet earth and in order to pick up the book at the post office, I came to work around 8 which is a way later that usual. It smells like autumn here, scarf is on and the day is full of meetings, some for work and some for my personal life. It has been te second week at work after the Holliday ad honestly it almost feels like it was years ago. When I look at my calendar ahead, I am a little scared by all the nights I will have to spend at some hotel, but it also means that I will meet a lots of people and be richer of that. Have a good week end, maybe I’ll write some post :)

  • Life abroad and relationships

    Hello people!

    it has been a long and interesting day for me on earth today. It began with an early morning and a train on time. Then, a
    long walk in high heels and a successfull day with different project managers and a travel back home with the train without big trouble. Nice!

    I also got a nice mail today, from someone telling me nice things about this 7 years old blog. I write on here without any pretention, it is only a way for me to share some pictures and moments and now that i am getting old, to remember what i’ve done in my little life. This was very touching actually to get this kind of message today! Thanks M!

    It made me think of relationships and how my life abroad did change most of them. I recently lost one of my best friends. No, the person is still living and well i hope, it is just that our relationship took an end somehow. This is exactly because this “somehow” is hard to define that is makes me sad. And also because i am not the kind of person just to let it go. I got an implicit message that i have to let her be from now, but i think of it all the time, i always want to write but it would only make the things worse. That’s one thing Sweden taught me: to be more quiet, but i can tell you right now that it is not natural to me and i really have to think twice before to grab my phone and call or to write. I hate when i read things like “if someone takes moren energy to you than he/she gives, break up!”, it’s as if relationships were something you buy and when you’re not happy anymore, you just buy a new one. That doesn’t work. But obviously, it doesn’t work either to make it last through mails and digital things.

    I’ve got plenty of friends, like everywhere. I am blessed by the god of friends, who gave me a lot of them. Fact. But dear lord, why can’t you make it last too? Is every relationship a mirror of your soul? Like if you don’t give any time to it, you won’t get anything back anymore and this will happen slowly, so as you may feel the difference with a bitter feeling that yes, you did not do your work to make it live.

    You may think that i talk bullshit or incoherent foreign langage. It may be true so i give you a song for tonight and i will feel sorry for my-lazy-self in my bed instead, with 1q84, that i just began this morning and that sounds exciting.

     

     

    I could have treated you better
    but you couldn’t have treated me worse
    but it’s he who laughs last
    is he who cries first

    Sometimes I feel I know strangers
    better than I know my friends
    why must a beginning
    be the means to an end

    The stones from my enemies
    these wounds will mend
    but I cannot survive
    the roses from my friends

    When the last word has been spoken
    and we’ve beared witness to the final setting sun
    all that shall remain is a token
    of what we’ve said and done

    When all we’ve had has been forsaken
    distant church bells no longer ring
    that’s the sound of a heart taken
    and the story of tears from a king

    This may be the last time I see you
    forgive me for holding you close
    this may be the last time that I see you
    so of this moment I will make the most

    This may be the last time I see you
    but if you keep me in your heart
    together we shall be eternal
    if you believe
    we shall never part

  • Rutine

    Back on track has its meaning for real now: I am sitting in the train to Uppsala and it is too early for my body. I have a big book with me since I should not need to use my computer this morning. Not sure how far I will come in the story though, there are a loooot of pages! Have a nice day people all over the world. May the sun be with you!

  • Silver

    Even if it’s vacation time for me, my dear M has to make long evenings at work. So I am trusting myself with Zlatan, after an afternoon watching the Olympic games and Sweden taking its first medal. It was do closed to be gold! As horse rider, I love to watch this kind of competition and this made me really jealous of people able to have a relationship with a horse and build something together. The horses were tired, who wouldn’t be after a ballet, a marathon and 400m jump? They were giving it all though. Tuff. The gold medal, a German, was riding very good, preparing his horse to each moment very carefully and clearly, it just gave me the envy to ride each day of the week again!

  • Litle victory

    Today, second day of vacation, we are back in ljungby after a week end at the summer house and M is bravely working while I try to be a good house wife. Wife or wife, even if it’s our one year reunion anniversary today. I am thinking of making a little surprise for tonight, let’s see if it will be celebration.

    More than being together with my <3 again since one year today, I can also celebrate the first km in 25 minutes this morning. Unbelievable but true, I may have ran an easy round, but quick it was. At home, I followed the good advice Ed of best http://annsanns.blogg.se/ and did 4 minutes of core, with 20sec and 10 sec pause in between. Twenty seconds are long sometimes!

    Ok, time for washing the dishes and then, horizontal position on the coach with Zlatan.

  • First day

    Hello people! I failed for my first mission yesterday. The book will follow with me and I don’t begin some other random book before this one is finished! Hum, hard for me since I always have five or six books at the same time, mostly because I am often bored by the stories. I was happy when I discovered Hellström and his friend, but I read all their books now, so I just have to wait until they write some new. I wonder though if I will buy the biography of Zlatan Ibrahimovic. I heard it was good.

    Yesterday, so, I had some friends over for ice cream and then, we went to the pub for a quizz about USA. Like how high is the empire state building? When was it built? Who is the inventor of the bulb light? What is the state Atlanta is in? When was the coca cola recipe invented? What was written before “Hollywood” ? When was the last king kong film done? How many Oscar did the film green line received? How old is Tom cruise? And so on… I was tired ( and frozen!) so I went
    home pretty early and after like 3 minutes in my bed, I was sleeping deeply. I woke up around 7 this morning but enjoied my bed. I fixed a lots of little stuff and I am soon off to work: yeah, something is wrong with my work phone: I still get the calls and it shouldn’t be like that, so I will fix it and then be free :) Next rapport a little later :))

  • First mission

    Oh you know what I hear? Give me a v, gieve me an a, give me a c, give me an a, give me a t, give me an I, give me an o, give me a n! Yes, you hear it, I checked out from work fr one month exactly and after a lunch home and a nap on my coach, I will attempt my first mission: finish this novel! It I fantastic sunny in Linköping and this is like a good sign for the month to come. My bags are packed, I even took a run this morning and I decided one thing. Since my motivation for running is low and the half Mara coming soon, I will take it easily but surely: run every two days and don’t bother about the achievement. Isn’t the most important to finish it, at least to survive it? Ok time for me to read what Malin Fors has been doing since the last time I opened this book!

  • Almost 30 and a half and i did not see anything coming!

    Hello people!

    I am sorry for the rare updates on here, it is just that the fantastic app that i used to blog with from my phone dissapeared, so i am back to old rutines. To make it simple, my laptop at home decided to die last week, so i spent more time reinstalling things than living.

    Last friday, friday the 13th btw, i went down to Småland and i got luck in th train: the train i should have taken was delaid, and the controlant let me get in an earlier train, which made that i came to Ljungby at the planned time. It ws good, because i was really tired and wouldn’t have survived some hours here and there. As usual when we have not meet since a while, we talked a long time.

    On saturday, we discovered a whole hedgehogs family in the garden. At least, onlye the babies and we think that they escaped their parents for a second. We did not see them later, they prolly were hiding.

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    The weather was lovely on saturday… NOT! So we spent a lot of time inside, reading. I also took a 7,5km run and was so lazy that i even stopped to pick upp som flowers.

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    And so was it the whole week end: rain, wind and no possibility to spend some moment outside. And a lots of bookreading for myself, but i am not finished yet so tonight, i will go to bed early.

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    Oh and i forgot! My friend J was running the Stockholms jubileums marathon on saturday, and we were getting textmessages along the way, when he was passing 10km marks and he really did impress me! Congrats J för your good time!

    And it was the french national day on saturday. I did not even sing the song, not at all in the mood somehow. Maybe the 13 degrees were a little too cold to remind me of french summer.

    On monday, M helped me a lot in my training and on his bycicle, he went out with me while i was running. The quickest 5km ever for this year! 5,10min/km which was almost 50 whole seconds faster than 2 days before. Thanks a lot for the support M :)

    We had an sunny moment and lucky us, it was yesterday evening, so we managed to grill some meat and drink some italian wine.

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    It was kind of hard to get up this morning. It is actually impressive how fast my body gets used to get up late, but doesn’t want t go to bed later though. Maybe it is a big need of hollyday?

    This long week end was lovely and the breakfast in the train this morning tasted like a monday. It was kind of a rush today, i made a lot but ran here and there too.

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    Since i am tired and my book is not finished yet, i will now go to bed, read a little and sleep a long night in order to be fit tomorrow morning for a little morning run. Dunno which kind though. It would be a shame to loose the benefits of my hard trying the past weeks…

    Have fun people and i will try to update more often, i promise!