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Yesterday I met a friend named Martin. He is a very nice guy, and a very interesting one. Some background information:
We were in the same class last semester (spring 2008).
Now, to the things that makes him so interesting:
1. Back in school, he was kissed on the cheek by a cute girl, but he didn’t even react. He explains: “I don’t know how to react…” Well, if you like her, kiss her back. If you don’t like her that way, just tell her :/.
2. He loves to talk, he always interrupts people and he can switch subjects anytime even though the others haven’t finished talking.
3. Even though he interrupts people, he is such a nice guy that no one is bothered by him interrupting them. That is dangerous, I tell you.
4. He dreams of becoming a rockstar or an artist. Then why is he on the Teacher’s Education Programme…? He explains it as some milder sort of self-torture.
5. He often refers his actions and thoughts back to his family relations.
6. I’m not sure if he can have feelings for someone. He explains this with number 5.
7. We were playing “the angry game” (arga leken in Swedish), and after a couple of minutes, he suddenly said: “Now I’m supposed to do something, right?” That was the end of the game. (No, nothing happened.)
And many, many other things. He is a very interesting guy. I would like to know him more.
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I was going to write this long post about summercamp, but I don’t know why some part of me only tells me that I don’t have enough words to describe it. I just want to say that it was fantastic. Great. Awesome. Brilliant. Excellent. I’m sorry that there are not enough words. To apologize, here’s a picture. I look so happy in it, and I am indeed that happy, maybe happier.
Thanks for always taking your time reading my blog. I know I’m being too emotional these days, but I don’t mind. I’ll stop dating and instead I’ll focus on other things that make me feel happier, things that don’t pull me down. Like being more healthy. Lose weight. Find someone else. Study harder. Save money. Show more love to my family. Change the personalities that I don’t like. And many, many other things.
To that special someone that I’m still waiting for:
Will you marry me someday?
(and no, the guy in the picture is not that special someone)
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And I have so much to be happy for! Thanks everyone.
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was a great success! Have a great time in Uppsala, Albin :D.
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I have been taking care of two cats for some time now, and recently one of them died. I have never seen someone die before, so my feelings are all mixed up. I’m shocked.
She came to me in the morning and woke me up, lying beside me in my bed. I petted her the way she liked it, but then she suddenly stopped breathing and moving. My heart stopped and my mind was racing. I panicked. I tried so many ways to revive her, but all I could do was to watch her die. I have wished for so many things, but I have never wished so much just to bring life back to this cat. Then I realized something. We don’t live in a world of magic and wizardry. There is no Life 3 and no magic life-bringing powder spreading over one’s head. When death comes, life is gone.
I couldn’t look at her. I had called the owner to pick her up. I packed her in my bedsheet and put her in the cage. I went back and forth and I cried so many times. My chest is in pain. I can hardly breathe. It hurts so much. Watching someone die is too painful. And watching the owner suffer from the loss of her beloved cat made me feel even worse. I failed to take care a cat. I deserve the greatest punishment on earth.
Scary, isn’t it? Life and death. What is life and what is death? And why are other inexplicible things such are thoughts, happiness, sorrow, love and hatred not as scary as life and death?
When someone dies, she is gone forever. You will never be able to talk to her the way you did before. You will never see her smile. You will never see her make those funny/cute expressions when she is focused on something. You will never feel her hand holding onto yours. When you see the last of a dead person, you would caress her, touch her as much as possible while you can, feel the last of her warmth. But when I saw the cat, I was afraid. I didn’t want to touch her, and I didn’t want to see her. I would bother her in her eternal sleep, that was all I could think of. And I was scared to death.
I am scared of death.
Living means dying, meaning that when we live, we are actually just preparing for our death. So why do we keep on living? Will we even bring our love, hatred, feelings and memories to the grave? And if not, what is the point?
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Why don’t people realize how lucky they are only by the fact that the ones they love actually love them back? And here I am, wishing for him to respond to my feelings.
Be myself and be patient.
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I’ve been busy for some time now, but I finally got myself time and energy to update my blog :D. You know, sometimes things from all around you just make your life busier than it already is. I’m working for the camp painting pictures, soon finished! And then I have background pictures to draw for the worship team… meh :/. And I’m currently working as a nanny.
What I really have been planning for this post is something that I’ve been thinking of for quite a while. Remember that I reviewed En festival i 8 bitar a while ago? Well, the review is here. However, I decided to be honest reviewing the artists that were playing during the festival, and my honesty must have hurt one of them. I can listen to all kinds of music, but I have to admit that I am picky when it comes to music. I didn’t like the music that this artist was playing, that’s it. But his fans seem to be a crowd of one-way-thinking creatures who have never heard of the word OPINION. Yes, that’s correct, a review is only an opinion about things, not the sweet/bitter truth. So this post is a response to you guys: I am not going to take back my opinion just because you are sorry that your beloved artist didn’t get the review that you expected.
Review of the fans of this famous artist: Their way of expressing their disappointment is far from mature and it sometimes upsets me.
Good day.
