According to the online translation site that I always use my "knäck" [kn:ek] is translated into "toffee". I don't like that. It's not toffee, because it's not really that chewie or dry, so I just translate it literally into "crack". Mostly for the fun of it. 'So what did you do today?' 'Oh, you know, just some crack in the kitchen'. Yeah, I know, someone told me earlier. I'm weird.
I hate fireworks. They're loud and stupid and I know that I'm still gonna stand there like a moron and go "oooh" and "aaah" at midnight. Suppose I'm a moron too.
Time to get ready for the party - let's make this year end with a boom!
Wednesday, 31 December 2008
Tuesday, 30 December 2008
Gimme, gimme, gimme...
- Make him smile.
- Make him agree with you.
- Flatter him.
- Give him something.
- Take what you want and get out of there.
I borrowed this from a book and I've actually never tried it... I'll put it on my to-try-list for next year, I think.
Monday, 29 December 2008
Sunday, 28 December 2008
Saturday, 27 December 2008
Morons everywhere.
There's a person on my roof. I have no idea why he's there, but apparently he's walking. On my roof. That's a bit weird.
When I got up this morning there were one ambulance and two police cars outside my window and the first thought that springs to mind is "what have I done now?". After realising that they're not here for me, I wondered if my house were on fire and looked around. "No, the apartment seems rather unharmed." So no fire. And not me. What a wonderful opportunity to combine curiousity with business - I need to buy food and I have to find out why there's so many people outside my window.
And here I am now. And there's a person on my roof. I've been on a roof once. It's not all that it's cracked up to be, really. Of course this was the roof of a house with only one floor - but you get the point, right?
Oh, new info - apparently the roofman was high as hell according to the ambulance people. Well, I suppose that explains it. Jeez... See - this is why I don't do drugs.
When I got up this morning there were one ambulance and two police cars outside my window and the first thought that springs to mind is "what have I done now?". After realising that they're not here for me, I wondered if my house were on fire and looked around. "No, the apartment seems rather unharmed." So no fire. And not me. What a wonderful opportunity to combine curiousity with business - I need to buy food and I have to find out why there's so many people outside my window.
And here I am now. And there's a person on my roof. I've been on a roof once. It's not all that it's cracked up to be, really. Of course this was the roof of a house with only one floor - but you get the point, right?
Oh, new info - apparently the roofman was high as hell according to the ambulance people. Well, I suppose that explains it. Jeez... See - this is why I don't do drugs.
Friday, 26 December 2008
Exhale.
I've said it before and I'll say it again. I am shallow. Men usually get the blame for being shallow, but women are the same. I am almost 100% sure that every woman on the planet scan a new man and decide if she'd 'do him' within the first five seconds of their first meeting. Fine, the first ten seconds then.
January 23rd 2004:
"Imagine if you could change who you are. Change your whole persona and become someone else. Today that's actually not impossible. You can already get new fingerprints, new personal security number, change hair colour, eye colour etc. You can change your length, distort your voice or operate your face so that you don't look like yourself. Maybe you should take it one step further? Change your blood type or extraction. Or maybe you should just be happy with being the one you are? Happy about not being like everyone else without that extra something that makes you different? Do you really want to be perfect? I don't. I'm proud of my flaws. Even if I'm ashamed to admit it I would, if I had a child today, belong to the kind of poeple who would exclude certain possibilities. How would I exclude there? Well, with a certain kind of genetic engineering. It's possible to see, already before the baby is born, if it has some kind of damage, what gender it has, if it's more than one and so on... The question is only if you really want to know all this. Aren't you suppose to be surprised at birth and love your child no matter what it looks like?
Don't believe that I think genetic engineering is bad, because I don't - at least not in all areas. Research on stem cells that can help patients who suffer from haemophilia is very good, so is reasearch that helps people in suffering, for example HIV-infected. Research used to grow big tomatoes and other berries and vegetables does feel a bit pointless. So does cloning. I think you should let nature deal with that, like it does with for example potatoes, and not interfere.
No, let everything have its' due course. Although, you can change a little... Just a little..."
Did you know that it used to be fashionable to smoke? Doctors used to order 'a pack à day' - they even have commercials about it. That was about 70 years ago though. It's not really fashionable anymore. I think smoking is mostly seen as disgusting and a smoker is seen as someone who destroys him-/herself and the surroundings.
In the 16th century people used white powder on their faces. You've probably seen the pictures. Being pale showed that you were rich enough to stay out of the sun. Only workers got tanned. The white powder contained led, which was not only poisonous, but also irritated the skin and made it red. So what did they do? More white powder of course. I'm sure you laugh now, but think of all the people who have powder in their faces today. Oh sure 'it's tested', but you can never be sure. You can never know that in long-term it won't do damage.
January 28th 2006:
"I realised something when I brushed my teeth just now. People complain about today's ideals of the the 'beautiful person'; you're suppose to be tall, good-looking and have that extra special something. Reason number 1 to why people complain about this is that it's not a real ideal. Most people aren't tall, beautiful and grand and they don't have size 2 in clothes. The people who do are called 'models'. The thing about models are that they don't last very long in their business. Gotta be boring to be out after just a few years, well, if you don't become super-good. You know, get on covers, get booked for shows etc. etc. etc. into infinity. The fun thing about models are that it's the regular people who do something of them. Sure, they have to be 'discovered' by someone, but we're still the ones to decide. Let me take an example. Assume that an incredibly beautiful girl/boy walks somewhere. An agent sees this person and before she/he knows it, she/he is booked for a runway show and on the cover to a big fashion magazine's February number. Assume that the number sells incredibly bad. Bye bye model. With this I'm just trying to say, say - not defend, that today's regular people, you and me, really accept this sick, thin, strange ideal because we choose to buy the magazine. Did you know, by the way, that it in the old days was considered beautiful for a man to have a big stomache? It showed that he had welfare and wealth. If a woman had wide hips and break in the skin just where the stomache ends she was considered attractive, since it showed that she was good with producing babies. The world has come a long way since then some people say. I am not one of them.
/'New Maybelline Mascara - opens your eyes.' Yeah... maybe I should just stop closing them?"
Women shave everywhere and for who? Most of them claim that it's for themselves, but is it really? 'It's fresher without hair'. Says who? You? Why do you say that? The hair is there for a reason. A few thousand years ago you were completely covered in it. Would you have shaved yourself then too?
I suppose the only thing that never really got out of fashion are white teeth. A toothbrush and some toothpaste and I'm set for life. I think I'm gonna keep to that. That way I'll still be fashionable in a hundred years.
January 23rd 2004:
"Imagine if you could change who you are. Change your whole persona and become someone else. Today that's actually not impossible. You can already get new fingerprints, new personal security number, change hair colour, eye colour etc. You can change your length, distort your voice or operate your face so that you don't look like yourself. Maybe you should take it one step further? Change your blood type or extraction. Or maybe you should just be happy with being the one you are? Happy about not being like everyone else without that extra something that makes you different? Do you really want to be perfect? I don't. I'm proud of my flaws. Even if I'm ashamed to admit it I would, if I had a child today, belong to the kind of poeple who would exclude certain possibilities. How would I exclude there? Well, with a certain kind of genetic engineering. It's possible to see, already before the baby is born, if it has some kind of damage, what gender it has, if it's more than one and so on... The question is only if you really want to know all this. Aren't you suppose to be surprised at birth and love your child no matter what it looks like?
Don't believe that I think genetic engineering is bad, because I don't - at least not in all areas. Research on stem cells that can help patients who suffer from haemophilia is very good, so is reasearch that helps people in suffering, for example HIV-infected. Research used to grow big tomatoes and other berries and vegetables does feel a bit pointless. So does cloning. I think you should let nature deal with that, like it does with for example potatoes, and not interfere.
No, let everything have its' due course. Although, you can change a little... Just a little..."
Did you know that it used to be fashionable to smoke? Doctors used to order 'a pack à day' - they even have commercials about it. That was about 70 years ago though. It's not really fashionable anymore. I think smoking is mostly seen as disgusting and a smoker is seen as someone who destroys him-/herself and the surroundings.
In the 16th century people used white powder on their faces. You've probably seen the pictures. Being pale showed that you were rich enough to stay out of the sun. Only workers got tanned. The white powder contained led, which was not only poisonous, but also irritated the skin and made it red. So what did they do? More white powder of course. I'm sure you laugh now, but think of all the people who have powder in their faces today. Oh sure 'it's tested', but you can never be sure. You can never know that in long-term it won't do damage.
January 28th 2006:
"I realised something when I brushed my teeth just now. People complain about today's ideals of the the 'beautiful person'; you're suppose to be tall, good-looking and have that extra special something. Reason number 1 to why people complain about this is that it's not a real ideal. Most people aren't tall, beautiful and grand and they don't have size 2 in clothes. The people who do are called 'models'. The thing about models are that they don't last very long in their business. Gotta be boring to be out after just a few years, well, if you don't become super-good. You know, get on covers, get booked for shows etc. etc. etc. into infinity. The fun thing about models are that it's the regular people who do something of them. Sure, they have to be 'discovered' by someone, but we're still the ones to decide. Let me take an example. Assume that an incredibly beautiful girl/boy walks somewhere. An agent sees this person and before she/he knows it, she/he is booked for a runway show and on the cover to a big fashion magazine's February number. Assume that the number sells incredibly bad. Bye bye model. With this I'm just trying to say, say - not defend, that today's regular people, you and me, really accept this sick, thin, strange ideal because we choose to buy the magazine. Did you know, by the way, that it in the old days was considered beautiful for a man to have a big stomache? It showed that he had welfare and wealth. If a woman had wide hips and break in the skin just where the stomache ends she was considered attractive, since it showed that she was good with producing babies. The world has come a long way since then some people say. I am not one of them.
/'New Maybelline Mascara - opens your eyes.' Yeah... maybe I should just stop closing them?"
Women shave everywhere and for who? Most of them claim that it's for themselves, but is it really? 'It's fresher without hair'. Says who? You? Why do you say that? The hair is there for a reason. A few thousand years ago you were completely covered in it. Would you have shaved yourself then too?
I suppose the only thing that never really got out of fashion are white teeth. A toothbrush and some toothpaste and I'm set for life. I think I'm gonna keep to that. That way I'll still be fashionable in a hundred years.
Thursday, 25 December 2008
Bombshell.
No man, no madness
Though their sad power may prevail
Can possess, conquer, my country's heart
They rise to fail
She is eternal
Long before nations' lines were drawn
When no flags flew, when no armies stood
My land was born
And you ask me why I love her
And you ask me why I love her
Through wars, death and despair
She is the constant
We who don't care
And you wonder will I leave her -- but how?
I cross over borders but I'm still there now
How can I leave her?
Where would I start?
Let man's petty nations tear themselves apart
My land's only borders lie around my heart
Imagine standing on a scene in some country god forgot and just sing a number like this at the very top of your lungs.
You enter the stage and the audience is completely silent - you smell their expectation. The lights blind you, but the adrenaline is intoxicating and you don't really mind. The music starts and you start singing. While the song last it's all about the music. The tunes, the words, the feeling they bring to you.
I'd love to be in a musical. Of course, seeing as I can't sing so other people like it, being in a musical isn't really an option for me. Dancing is, I suppose, but I want it all. All or nothing - I've always been like that. Ah, and I suppose my extremely poor acting talents would keep me away too. I actually thought I was pretty good at acting and then in 2005 I saw myself in As You Like It. It wasn't good. It was rather painful to watch - but that might've been because it was me. (My English was great though, so I suppose that's always something.) Great or not, it was fun anyway and I did get the most pathetic part of them all - which was my only request. Hrm, I think I lost myself here...
Ah right - singing is fun! People really should do it more often. I'm gonna do it more often. I'm gonna end this year with one big fat ballad at the top of my lugns. Put the crystal away! My singing's here to stay!
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