- Hagaparken
- Kungsholmen (around the island)
- Norrmälarstrand-Södermälarstrand (with the amazing Västerbron)
- Liljanskogen
- Södermalm (around the island)
4/27/09
Where to go running in Stockholm?
4/26/09
Work hard, play hard
I love love love working hard. After working hard the best way to wind down sometimes is to play hard. Here are some play hard pictures.
My friends and I
Trying our best to be serious
Kickeli and Mioli
My favorite words
Why do some words just make you feel all cosy and happy inside? I don't mean lame ass (ooops, I mean lame buttock) words like baby, pumpkin, sugar or whatever. I mean words like:
- MÖGEN (to like, in German)
- BÖSE (angry, in German)
- MÖK (very stinky fart, in Swedish)
- JUUSTO (cheese, in Finnish)
- GAU LAA (enough, in Cantonese)
4/25/09
Mioli, The Road and The Defender
This little (when I was thinking of what to call myself, just now, I started thinking of Puff Daddy for some strange reason. My second thought was that if Diddy were a girl, would he have been Puff Mommy?) Mioli the Muff (because that would totally work, right? Give me street cred and all? Oh yeah, def.) hit the road today. Had to drive to Västerås for work. No prob.
So off I went. And not just in some crappy stationwagon minivan, but in a Land Rover Defender from like...the sixties or something. It is fantastic. You could camp up there on the roof if you wanted to.
I was minding my own business, cruising in my leopard shades and just, you know, enjoying my coolness (which was ICE cold of course, I mean look at this baby!). All of a sudden I hear honking. I'm all excited.
Maria: oh they love my car (read: ME)
Whereupon the Volvo people overtake me (!) and give me a face AND obscene gestures.
Maria: oh no they didn't
And at that moment I realize I'm driving kind of in the middle of the road. Ha ha. Just for a second or so, no real danger, but this car is no Smart we're talking about. It's the Belgian Blue of cows. And I mean, I could drive in the middle of anything and it would keep going. But still, I was brought back to reality. Back from my übercoolness to just plain enjoying the Land Rover drive.
So off I went. And not just in some crappy stationwagon minivan, but in a Land Rover Defender from like...the sixties or something. It is fantastic. You could camp up there on the roof if you wanted to.
I was minding my own business, cruising in my leopard shades and just, you know, enjoying my coolness (which was ICE cold of course, I mean look at this baby!). All of a sudden I hear honking. I'm all excited.
Maria: oh they love my car (read: ME)
Whereupon the Volvo people overtake me (!) and give me a face AND obscene gestures.
Maria: oh no they didn't
And at that moment I realize I'm driving kind of in the middle of the road. Ha ha. Just for a second or so, no real danger, but this car is no Smart we're talking about. It's the Belgian Blue of cows. And I mean, I could drive in the middle of anything and it would keep going. But still, I was brought back to reality. Back from my übercoolness to just plain enjoying the Land Rover drive.
4/22/09
Blabbermouth
So I learnt a lesson today. When you are up to your ears in sh** (poo), it's better to keep your mouth shut. That's it.
4/20/09
Don't give it all away!
We were out bouncing in Stockholm on Saturday. We wanted to listen, and dance to some electronic music, so we went to grodan ("the frog"). They had some problems with the descant sound, which was a real bummer, but when they got the soundsystem up and running again the party was ON and twice as good. BUT the thing that hit me this evening was the appearance of the girls there. Call me old, call me oldfashioned, but OMG. Girlies, don't give it all away at once! It's just too easy! I'm no prude myself. I like to show some skin, but still keep it stylish and interesting. It felt like their cheap look (and I'm not talking about my intended cheap look, I'm talking about the cheap cheap look) made them act cheap too. They totally sold themselves short. Is it due to a lack of selfesteem or lack of a sence of style, I don't know.
4/17/09
Expensive to be fat
Now some airlines have started to charge fat people extra. Airlines like Delta, Continental, Jet Blue and United Airlines now charge fat people for two seats. I think they should have let thin people bring twice as much luggage instead! ;)
What pisses you off?
One thing that really gets me mad is injustice. And that we have plenty of in this world. Take this one case that has been given a lot of attention in the press here in Stockholm, Sweden: A swedish 15-year-old girl was repetedly sexually abused by a 42-year-old man, and then right before the court proceedings she killed herself, because it was all too much for the already so broken girl. Well now this man is going to be set free. Read an article about it here (in swedish). Set free! I just want to scream!
I've been reading a book about rapists, I know, pretty heavy stuff. The book is called "En riktig våldtäktsman" In english: A real rapist. It's about the society's view on rape. In the book the author tells about real cases and rapists and their stories of what happened. It gives me the creeps. As it is supposed to, I guess. It is fantastic in that way. It is time to openly discuss these matters and get the clearly needed changes done.
In several cases the rapists have gotten a milder sentence due to the woman wearing black underwear, red lipstick or a short skirt. The court has determined that that is a sign of the woman clearly wanting sex and the screams, struggling has not been enough for the man to understand she does, in fact, NOT want to have sex with him. This is OUTRAGOUS and makes me FURIOUS down to the bone. I mean, what kind of animals do we take men for? Do we think they are some kind of Neanderthals who, after seing a bit of black underwear, or heaven forbid, black lacy underwear, are incapable of stopping themselves. That it will make them see red and their brains go syntax error. I think we should give men more cred than that!
In one case the prosecuter wanted to quit the case, due to the woman wearing thongs. That made him believe that she wanted to have sex that night. Luckily the policeofficer was smart enough to tell the prosecuter that his wife wears thongs everyday but that hardly meant that she wanted to have sex everyday.
I can't imagine what it would be like to be a rapevictim and sit there at the policestation being questioned for hours about what kind of clothes I was wearing and about my choice of underwear that night. Who's the victim here? In media, the society and in the justice system it seems the answer to that qestion is the men. The men are victims under their penis. As soon as blood rushes to their limb they lose control. That, my friends, is one ancient myth long overdue. Once again, I give the men more credit than that! That would mean all men are ticking timebombs of becoming rapists. The problem lies much deeper than that.
I've been reading a book about rapists, I know, pretty heavy stuff. The book is called "En riktig våldtäktsman" In english: A real rapist. It's about the society's view on rape. In the book the author tells about real cases and rapists and their stories of what happened. It gives me the creeps. As it is supposed to, I guess. It is fantastic in that way. It is time to openly discuss these matters and get the clearly needed changes done.
In several cases the rapists have gotten a milder sentence due to the woman wearing black underwear, red lipstick or a short skirt. The court has determined that that is a sign of the woman clearly wanting sex and the screams, struggling has not been enough for the man to understand she does, in fact, NOT want to have sex with him. This is OUTRAGOUS and makes me FURIOUS down to the bone. I mean, what kind of animals do we take men for? Do we think they are some kind of Neanderthals who, after seing a bit of black underwear, or heaven forbid, black lacy underwear, are incapable of stopping themselves. That it will make them see red and their brains go syntax error. I think we should give men more cred than that!
In one case the prosecuter wanted to quit the case, due to the woman wearing thongs. That made him believe that she wanted to have sex that night. Luckily the policeofficer was smart enough to tell the prosecuter that his wife wears thongs everyday but that hardly meant that she wanted to have sex everyday.
I can't imagine what it would be like to be a rapevictim and sit there at the policestation being questioned for hours about what kind of clothes I was wearing and about my choice of underwear that night. Who's the victim here? In media, the society and in the justice system it seems the answer to that qestion is the men. The men are victims under their penis. As soon as blood rushes to their limb they lose control. That, my friends, is one ancient myth long overdue. Once again, I give the men more credit than that! That would mean all men are ticking timebombs of becoming rapists. The problem lies much deeper than that.
4/16/09
Being cheap in Stockholm
It's hard having a shopping ban in Stockholm. I mean it's especially hard here. It's not like I can't do anything else than shop (I can, I really can! And I do!). But (there's always a BIG BUT!) here in Stockholm there is just too much fancy stuff out there waiting to be bought. Plus everybody else buy them, it feels like. Everybody in Stockholm is fabulous. I'm not kidding. So I'm taking a different approach now.
Thank you Anne Taintor. If I have to be cheap, I might as well look cheap, right? :) And maybe I want to, right?
Thank you Anne Taintor. If I have to be cheap, I might as well look cheap, right? :) And maybe I want to, right?
What is sexy?
One of the most attractive features in a guy, in my opinion, is a sence of humor! I would die if I couldn't laugh with my husband. Sometimes I can't fall a sleep because I'm laughing so hard. Our neighbours must think we smoke crack or something.
I found these bike streamers on sale on Urban Outfitters. Could you imagine if, let's say the Prime Minister of Finland would ride a bike equipped with these puppies on the handlebars to work? How sexy wouldn't that be?!
I found these bike streamers on sale on Urban Outfitters. Could you imagine if, let's say the Prime Minister of Finland would ride a bike equipped with these puppies on the handlebars to work? How sexy wouldn't that be?!
4/15/09
Positive thinking vs. Pragmatism
Dirty Harry said: A man's got to know his limitations.
I disagree. Thinking about your limitations will only take you half way. Believing you can do anything will take you higher than you ever imagined possible. Being naively positive pays off sometimes.
When I was an elite runner my coach always had us run 10 metres extra. So whenever the finish line was at the actual finish line, he put our finish line 10 metres away. He knew that once you see the finish line, you automatically start to deccelerate. This way, he made us think the finish line was 10 metres later, so we would give 100% all the way. Not just 95% of the way.
My mother has always made me feel I can do anything. I'm grateful for that. Visa laughs at me sometimes, because I think I can do anything. Like sing, ha ha. Well maybe I can't, call me stupid or a massochist (or sadist, I hope my singing isn't THAT bad, though), but I still think I would make it to the second round on the Finnish version of Idol.
The first and best victory is to conquer self. Plato
I disagree. Thinking about your limitations will only take you half way. Believing you can do anything will take you higher than you ever imagined possible. Being naively positive pays off sometimes.
When I was an elite runner my coach always had us run 10 metres extra. So whenever the finish line was at the actual finish line, he put our finish line 10 metres away. He knew that once you see the finish line, you automatically start to deccelerate. This way, he made us think the finish line was 10 metres later, so we would give 100% all the way. Not just 95% of the way.
My mother has always made me feel I can do anything. I'm grateful for that. Visa laughs at me sometimes, because I think I can do anything. Like sing, ha ha. Well maybe I can't, call me stupid or a massochist (or sadist, I hope my singing isn't THAT bad, though), but I still think I would make it to the second round on the Finnish version of Idol.
The first and best victory is to conquer self. Plato
Two kinds of people
I've noticed there are two kinds of people. Firstly there are the ones, my favorite kind, who whenever they enter a room it just fills up with this nice vibe and the second kind is the ones who just kill everybody's happiness wherever they go. I'd say it's all about energy. You have the ones who bring energy and then there are the ones who just suck the last bit of energy right out of you.
4/14/09
Does love die?
I've been thinking about love lately. You hear a lot of this "we drifted apart" stuff going on and see a lot of relationships breaking up. Sad, but true. There are a bunch of people getting divorces now a days. Why?
Is it because we don't have time for each other anymore? Probably. Is it because we are too self centred? Most likely. Is it because love fades? I don't know. That's my thought and question for today: Does love fade? change character? die? Or is it like energy in the laws of physics: it just changes form but never fades? As an optimist I'd go for the last one. I think the problem now a days is that love is just not enough. We want more. We always want more.
4/10/09
Are women whiny?
I read about a swedish poll that was done by a magazine. The target group was men aged 40+ and the subject was: "What do you wish from your partner?" And the answers were:
1. Be more satisfied with yourself 55%
2. Surprise me sometime 25%
3. Stop whining at me 19%
4. Ask me how I like it in the sack 17%
5. Laugh more at my jokes 13%
6. Start to excercise so you get a nicer body 10%
7. Be sexier 8%
8. Be better at courting me 7%
9. Be better at talking about our relationship 7%
10. Be smarter 5%
1. Be more satisfied with yourself 55%
2. Surprise me sometime 25%
3. Stop whining at me 19%
4. Ask me how I like it in the sack 17%
5. Laugh more at my jokes 13%
6. Start to excercise so you get a nicer body 10%
7. Be sexier 8%
8. Be better at courting me 7%
9. Be better at talking about our relationship 7%
10. Be smarter 5%
4/9/09
The best way to give your mother a heartattack
I, once again as the scheming little broad I am, decided to surprise someone. This time the victim was my mother. I took the ferry over to Finland where my sister and her husband came to pick me up. They have the keys to my parents building, so we let ourselves in. Luckily we decided to ring the doorbell instead of barging in...She opened the door still very sleepy and looked straight in my eyes and said "yes?" Like I was the janitor or something. BUT THEN it hit her and she almost fell over. Literally. It was fantastic. Her eyeballs jumped out off her face and made a loop before they got sucked back in again. Sneaky, sneaky!
Darn this shopping ban of mine!
Oh my oh my...
Free People Drapey Scoop Muscle Back Top
Urban outfitters £35.00
Get that laid back look in this double layer drapey jersey top from Free People with scoop neck and wide short sleeves.
4/8/09
Are blondes stupid?
I took an IQ-test today. I had to. Before I never had the guts to do it, because I was afraid I would make the above statement true. But hey it turns out: I'm not stupid! (I knew that, but I just thought I had my own kind of smartness that wasn't measurable). My result was actually better than 91% of the population. Go figure. Blond AND smart. I could take over the world. ;)
4/7/09
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