Hahaha, I couldn’t believe it : D I’ll tell you one thing: I am not the master of killing time. I’ve slept on a couch-looking thing in one of the terminals since I got the devastating news, haha. Suddenly Mom called, “Hey, SAS Radisson Hotel at the airport offers a relax section and anyone can get in for 200 crowns. Aaaaah, awesome! I headed to the hotel and pampered myself in the shower and sauna. I feel like a newborn child : D
Ok, like another 2½h to kill… Haha, when I first realised it actually said “DELAYED” on the big screen, it got me so pissed. You should have seen the departure hall. Like a hundred turks yelling and being upset, talking in their cell phones to inform their relatives or whatever that they would be a little late… Haha. And me of course. A Swedish girl on her way to see a new part of the world. Now I just laugh about it
Bläää, I’ve just had the worst bus ride ever from northern Sweden to Stockholm. Going with the night bus to the airport seemed like a good idea at first and I’ve done it once before but seriously… never again, if I don’t have too. : P When we’d been on the road an hour, this alcoholic type of person decided to sit next to me. His body was huge and he had a big lump on his chin. I absolutely loved the way he smelled. Not. Haha.
So, I just arrived grumpy like never before at the airport and decided I’d sit down a minute and write something here to kill some time. The check-in disk opens at 7:30am and my departure is scheduled at 09:30am. Woho. I really love airports but I hate waiting when nothing is going on. Some airports are busy all the time - Stockholm Arlanda Airport is not one of them.
However, I will arrive at Sabiha Gökçen International Airport at 1:50pm local time. Ozan has promised to pick me up with some kind of airport shuttle service. His Dad was in need of the car today and maybe that’s for the best - Ozan hates driving in Istanbul and I can understand why; people say that it’s one of the worst cities in the world to drive in. Why? Apparently, people in Istanbul drive like people in Rome. Haha. Rome has a little more than 5 million inhabitants. Population of Istanbul? More than 11 million! Haha : D
Ok, so I’m starting to sense some acitivity around here. I’ll head back to my terminal. I am so freaking excited! Goodbye Sweden, yet again. Hello Turkey! Hello Istanbul! BE THERE : D
My little brother looked into my wardrobe and found the pair of absolutely amazing high-heeled shoes I bought at Zara in Berlin three weeks ago.
“These are so pretty”, he said and put down one knee in front of me, as if he was going to propose. “Give me your foot, sis”. I put my foot in front of him, well aware of the fact that he wasn’t going to manage to put the shoe on - they are so new and I still have to coax to be able to slip into them. He tried his best but I could hear him sigh and then laugh at himself: “Damn”, he said, “I’ll fail the test to be a real prince!”
HAHAHA, so sweet! I might have the world’s cutest little brother!
I’ve posted this video once before… and it’s worth getting posted yet again. If it wasn’t for the nights has got to be ABBA’s best song. Ever. Not only is the music itself absolutely fantastic - I also think anyone can identify with the amazingly beautiful lyrics. This is for you, F. I miss you. : )
IÂ got appointments, work I have to do
Keeping me so busy all the day through
They’re the things that keep me from thinking of you
Oh baby, I miss you so, I know I’m never gonna make it
Oh, I’m so restless, I don’t care what I say
And I lose my temper ten times a day
Still it’s even worse when the night’s on its way
It’s bad, oh, so bad
Somehow I’d be doing alright if it wasn’t for the nights
(If it wasn’t for the nights I think that I could make it)
I’d have courage left to fight if it wasn’t for the nights
(If it wasn’t for the nights I think that I could take it)
So, Ozan told me his Mum will cook lots of Turkish food… so I’ve decided to bring some “typical Swedish food”, hahaha!
For Ozan’s family: some typical Midsummer food such as pickled herring, Swedish liver paste, Gene tunnbröd (thin, flat bread) and Kalles kaviar (caviar we eat with eggs).
For my turkish friends: Ballerina cookies (which you can eat in hundreds of different ways…), Absolut vodka (now, we all know what that is), Kexchoklad (waffle chocolate), Bilar (popular candy in shape of small cars, as typical as it can get!), Marabou mjölkchoklad (Swedish milk chocolate) and ginger bread biscuits (we eat TONS at Christmas).
Academic grading in Sweden:
VG - Passed with distinction
G - Passed
U - Failed
I just got the results from the last exam of spring semester - VG. Not bad. Not bad at all. When it all comes down to it, I’m pretty damn proud of myself. I’ve completed my first year at university. YAY! Fall semester - bring it on!
I am emptying my old room in my parent’s house and therefore, I live in a constant mess of cardboard boxes at the moment. My dog Jas thought I paid him too little attention and decided to jump into one of them. Haha.
Well… at least when it comes to buying alcohol legally in my own country. Customers at the Swedish government-owned liqour store chain, Systembolaget, have to be 20 years or older in order to buy alcohol. I turned 20 in the end of May but didn’t go to “systemet” until today (still, I’ve managed to be a student for 10 months, haha…). However, I was there shortly after opening, found what I was looking for and headed to the checkout desk. I gave the cashier my credit card and my identification card. And behind me… close enough for me to smell the wonderful scent of old beer, dirty hair and cigarettes… an alcoholic who said scary random things to me. Haha. Welcome to Systembolaget.
Jag är på stand-by hos mor och far mellan resorna så jag passar på att rensa ur mitt gamla flickrum och lite lådor med saker från när jag var liten. Håll till godo - här kommer några favoriter ur kategorin barnkonst.
4 år tror jag. Och precis likadan. På alla sätt och vis.
Ett barn med svenska föräldrar i ett tyskspråkigt land.
Det färgade av sig i min konst…
Efter att jag hade sett Snövit och de sju dvärgarna ritade jag en grön far, en Snövit och ja… nio dvärgar (?). Lägg märke till mammas roliga kommentar.
Min personliga favorit… Ett lila spöke (?) med halverat huvud, svart klänning (?) och ihÃ¥liga ögon. Scary.
