We buried our secrets in the garden
We're finally rid of our dear flat, aka loppmarknaden. That was a big stne falling from my heart and mind when we saw them rip our old contract. My conscience have been better tho...
Doing this to the new girls, horrible. But there's nothing else we could do really... Enjoy !
But, since I'm still homeless, I keep taking the curry express out to Brick Lane, just to visit it's oasis, Rough Trade, with it's free internet. I get a stomach ache every time I walk down the street, and I'm glad uor old door is a blink-and-you'll-miss-it, otherwise I would feel really bad every time I saw it.
Something just hit me, thinking about Brick Lane and all. The last restaurant meal I had before I left or London was indian. I wonder, if I instead would have gone for a big night on town, havin some coke, if I would have ended up in Camden right away? possibly. Or maybe it's just a coincience. Probably.
För sent för edelweiss
and that you'll be well again, Emma.
My thoughts are with you and your family
My hair turns white and my face turns green, but my feet is still moving if you know what I mean
Koko is a lovely plase.
And the restaurant outside our hostel wasn't bad eighter ;)
Bearnaise sause and steak forever
Come with me, come with me to Lyceum
I had a great birthday, thanks guys! Lyceum will always be the no. 1 place to be, the best after-work pub with the cheapest beer! can't ask for more.
And thanks for the lovely presents Petie! Couldn't be more perfect !
den enda vägen är upp
Forget about your problems, you'll have new ones tomorrow
Will the violins be playing
I'm a bit miserable.
and homesick. The more I think about it, I just want to book the next flight to Stockholm and go to sleep in my own bed. It might sound wierd. I'm in the city I love the most, working with awesome people, and with one of the few things I really like.
But it isn't that wierd I'm still longing for Stockholm. My own room, access to a real kitchen (I know I didn't really use it when I actually was home but...) , just the safety of having somewhere to go to where you can wake up the next morning, still feeling comfortable, not having to worry, "Do I need to extend my reservation for this bed?" , not having a bunch of indians muggin around with you, making you move people in to a flat full of bedbugs.
Tierd.
I don't really wanna go home. I don't want to leave the city. I don't want to leave my job. I do want somewhere to call my home, where I can put all my things, hang all my clothes, walk around however I want to and cook my own food.
This crapfood's making me fat. I mean it. And the beer. I gotta cut down on the beer. Soon I won't need me Oyster to get to work, I can just bounce there...
Just a week left to my birthday. Sad to say, but I don't have an address for you where you can send cards. Sorry.
I don't want to spend my birthday (night) at a hostel. That's fucking miserable!
Gotta find something new now.
I might as well say it, if we can't find something in the next (maximum) couple of weeks, we'll come home. So be prepared. I hope we won't, but it seems we're not getting on that well with god at the mo.
We'll wait and see. Time will tell, that's for sure.
Til' next time,
xx
You can't always get what you want...
Är man med i leken,
får man leken tåla.
Men man får även själv spela med samma regler...
Always look on the bright side of life.
If looks could kill (and you were standing in front of me...)
cunt.
Take your lovely Camden flat (and your pussy of a husband) and shove it up your ...!
I know, you can't loose what you never had, but honey, if looks could kill...
I'll hope you have a great time in the apartment guys. Would love to share it with you.
Just when I thougt everything was going to be alright...
If I don't live today...
Learn from yesterday,
plan for tomorrow,
but live today...
(I bought some new converse today, that's what I call living! )
square one here I come...
We're back at the hostel again... I'm ashamed to say it, but it's true. But to be honest, it is acctually better then the room we live in at the moment.
Everything got fucked up with our new flat. Those fucking cunts of indians wouldn't give us our money, so we couldn't pay. Hopefully we'll b moving in tomorrow. An angel came for our rescue and borrowed us some money.
I hope everything will be allright soon, can't live like this. At least I know for sure to never trust an indian again. fuckers.
But in some way they will give us our money, and we'll make them regret they haven't done it earlier...
So, back were we started at the St. Pauls hostel. I never thought I'd be longing for that place, but it'll be good to get a real shower, clean clothes, some sleep and a decent breakast.
I'l be back with some updates in a few days, and hopefully with some pics of our new flat (it's wonderful. Heaven on earth!)
Take care while you can
x
Who could ever chain a hurricane?
Don't forget to listen to Håkans new single,
för en lång lång tid
www.myspace.com/hakanhellstrom
see you in june
<3
The life you wanted wasn't in store
cause I already got it.. !
This might be a very long post, depending how much energy I have to write all that I want.
I know I haven't been the best with updates here, mainly because I can't use internet on my computer (where I write and save all my blog entrys before I publish them). So I have written a few, but I'm just to lazy to, in some way, copy it all to some of the troubleing Imacs at Rough Trade.
And now, all the entrys I saved on my computer, are so old, it feels kinda ridiculous to publish them here.
But, the most improtant thing that I should, but haven't, written about is the Pete Doherty gig at hythm Factory, so I'll do it now: It was great. I saw god, but not in the shape of a burning bush or a hairy man on a cloud, but as Londons most famous (no sorry, that must be mrs Winehouse) crack addict.
With other words, it was one of the most amasing gigs I've ever seen.
Ok, moving on. At the moment, everything's super! At least it will be in a few days, when we got everything settled with the new flat.
Yes that's right, we're moving. No more Brick Lane. (only sundays, and the days pete palys at RF...) It's not a total goodbye.
But the new place seem absolutely lovely. sharing a hole flat (not just a tiny room) with two other swedish guys. New furniture, newly painted, everything fresh and clean. No bugs !
Hopefully, me and Jennie will succeed not to bring any bugs with us when we move.
So the next couple of days will only be meeting indians, fighting about our deposit, report our managers to the council (mostly just for fun, to get them kicked off their jobs, moahaha), paying an awfully lot of money and try to settle down in or new place (don't think that will be a problem tho! )
The new place seems great, I'll put up some pictures as soon as I can (yes, I know I've been saying that since we came here.. I totaly blame my compter an the internet access for that)
Now we just got to survive the last few days in our room. The houselord said some dude would come today MORNING to spray som bugkilling spray al over the place. Since he never showed up, we went out.
When I came back from a meeting at 3pm I met him in the door. 3 a'clock, morning? no. expecting us to still be there? Yes.
F*cking indians, can't do anything right. Doesn't really matter, it's easier for us if they just do it when we've left.
They did spray the kitchen tho (including the lockers with our soucepans and toaster) , probably in an attempt to kill the kockroaches.
Anyway, after that I went out on Whiteshapel high st. to take some last pics of our first live-on-our-own hood, when two policeofficers comes up and stop me. For some reason (something about the olympics) it's prohibited to take photos in crowded areas.
They thought I might be (you can never be sure these days) som kind of terrorist, and spend 20 minutes asking questions about me and filling in some, stop-and-search folder. zZzZz. But it's alright now. I think :) very intresting happening. I think I'm gonna write a book about it, Adventures on Whiteshapel High Street.
No.
Anyway, I'll try to stay in tuch when we've landed safetly in our new flat.
Take care everyone, I'm sorry you're not having such a great time as I do. ;)
xx
good I miss a swedish keyboard!
