Begonia

I’m glad to say that… THE FINAL EXAM’S FINALLY OVER!!!!!!!! That my mates, calls for a Carlsberg!

To cut a long story short: I am going out celebrating tonight! For those of you who are still revising – C ya, wouldn’t wanna be YA!

Giulia and I decided to take a break from our insane revising at the library, so we went to George & Denver opposite to Christ Church to have some ice-cream while lying in the grass! Life is good... When you're not busy revising for your life! I'd like to dedicate my treat to my lovely big sister who turns 25 (+1) today, congratulations my love!

Ps this is yesterday's late ass post

Today Ana and I were sent on a vox pop mission in the city. We interviewed a couple of people and did some recordings for Jack FM, which was a quite fun and hot challenge in the boiling summer heat.

After work I headed strait to the library to meet up with Giulia for a study date. I'm still not finished revising for this bloody exam, so you won't be seeing me out in the sun any time soon. I'll be hiding in the library all day long, pale as a vampire, with unbrushed hair like a warewolf (not with unshaved legs though)... Soon they will be calling me a hybrid!

... Sounds like a pretty normal evening to me? Or NOT?!

Tonight I went to meet up my Brazilian "avion" (hottie) friend, Jessica, at G&D's for a study date. Everything was great... Until we headed to our bus stop and got attacked by some old drunk. Luckily the bus came right on time (thank you karma) and saved us! Otherwise, things could have turned very ugly (for him).

Well, I'm home now, nice and safe! I've just taken an ice cold shower (not to wash away the shame from eating too much ice-creamsundae or being attacked, but because it's boiling hot in my house. It's like being stuck in a sauna) and I'm about to crawl into bed.

Today I did some voice over for Glide FM. It was really fun. I was told I had a perfect radio voice, haha yey!

The weather has been great all day. I changed clothes strait after work, changed into a pair of Nike shorts, DC t-shirt and Vans shoes, bought 1 litre Tropicana juice and walked home looking like a skater without a skateboard.

Ok, I'm kind of soaking wet of sweat right now so I'm going to hit the shower in any second now. Peace!

I recently saw ”As if I am not there”, a film based on true stories from the 90’s Serbian – Bosnian war, which have been revealed during the International Criminal Tribunal of The Hague.

The film is about a modern schoolteacher from Sarajevo named Samira, who takes a job in a small village far away from her home. As the war is getting tense, the village gets invaded by Serbian soldiers. They shoot the men and keep the older women as labourers and the younger women and children as sex slaves.  

I must say that I wanted to vomit at some points during the film. It’s not just because some of the scenes were horrific, but because what people are actually capable of doing to each other. But that’s our reality – There are no rules during war times. There’s only anarchy to the fullest. It’s an order dictated by maniacs. It’s a field of madness.  

People cry when they see movies which tell the story of a war. Sure, I do that too. But the truth is that what we see on film doesn’t mean a sh*t. What we see on film is nothing like what actually is happening out there. It’s not even comparable. Yet, we are the lucky ones. We can just turn off the film whenever we have had enough of the horror, and then continue to live our happily ever after. If only the ones who actually lived through hell day in and day out, years in and years out, could turn it off as easily as we can.

Today I worked with Paul Darraw again. I love recording with him. He’s such a professional and talented actor and I feel that I’m learning a lot from him.

I also worked on some upcoming music quizzes coming up on Jack FM.

I usually love it when it’s boiling hot outside. I want to feel like hell has risen to earth and surrounded us with its eternal fire to fry us all alive (maybe that was a bit exaggerated, but you get the point. I’m tired of feeling cold and looking like a corpse. My skin is not meant to be this pale) That’s the kind of summer I want… just not when I’m fully armed with winter clothes. Goodness, it was literally like hell to walk back home after work today.


I managed to take a quick photo just before I melted through the ground and dripped down to hell where I boiled along with the entire population of Oxford in satan's spicy sweat. I'm NOT in a good mood right now!

I just watched The Crown Jewels, a Swedish film directed by Ella Lemhagen. I must admit that it was a beautiful film. The setting was absolutely amazing, almost magical at some points. I don’t mean magical as in Harry Potter magical, but more like fairy tail magical.

My favourite character must have been Jésus, and it’s not because his name was Jesus, but because he reminded me of some people I used to know, some very special people. My father used to work right by a community centre for young adults with special needs, some with Down syndrome just like Jésus. Sometimes these kids went to visit my father’s workplace to get an idea of what his and his colleagues’ job was all about. During the coffee breaks my father always used to sit with them, play games with them, just hang out with them… For them he was a friend. They could rely on him, talk to him, and he listened like no other would listen to them. For others these kids were just people with special needs, they saw them for what was written in their medical report. My father saw them for what they were; intelligent people just like you and I. I know this is true, because I’ve met them (I used to go there during some long gaps in primary school, sometimes with friends and sometimes alone just to hang out with my dad), and I must say that some of them have incredibly creative ideas that none of us would ever come up with.

Something I couldn’t get my head around was how bitter and self-centred some of the workers were. It was like they were looking down at these kids. It disgusted me. It really disgusted me. The ones who really felt it was these kids. But they never seemed to care about it. It was like they had no worries in the world what so ever. They were all so full of joy, of course in their own little way, haha! And they knew who were their friend and who were not. Do you know why? Because they would mock and tease the workers who they didn’t like. But the way they did it was yet so innocent and funny. I was laughing and saying “in your face” inside of me.  

I used to know a boy with special needs. His father called him stupid in front of me because he broke a glass. Do you know what he said? He said “I’m not stupid? Why do you call me stupid? You’re the one who’s stupid”. I could see the regret in his fathers eyes as we left. We left him speechless.  

Yesterday when we woke up at noon (okay, we woke up at 14.20. So what?) Louise, Victor and I went to have some breakfast at a really simple but cosy place at Willesden Green. I loved it – but our lunch was a bit overpriced judging from how much we got (or should I say ‘how little we got’?).

Later on Emma came by to hang out. Well, we didn’t do too much. We ate some birthday cake, sang some birthday songs, apologized to the rest of the flatmates for last night’s madness (We blamed Louise. She was all over the place!), and just lied in bed and laughed all day long.  

As you may remember I went to celebrate one of my best friends in London last Saturday. First I took her out for some dinner at an amazing (#totz amazing, haha) Indian tapas restaurant in Soho. Then we went to Prince Charles Cinema for the Sound of Music sing-a-long, which was a gift from her brother (thank you again, Wille).  Mates, that was some experience! Haha, at first we didn’t know what was happening. People were screaming and making animal sounds, and when she sang “The Hills are alive” we all just stood up and screamed the lyrics with her. Haha, it was c r a z y! Since we were new to this phenomenon it took a while for us to get the hang of it. I thought we would never be able to compete with those sing-a-long veterans at the cinema, but when we were half way into the film we suddenly became experts at the different crazy noises!

Anyway, there was one rule and that was “THERE ARE NO RULES”, which explains the crazy atmosphere at that place. But when we were at the bar we noticed that there actually was a rule – not to take in the glass bottles into the cinema. That was the one and only rule of the whole event, and we broke that rule by taking in not one, not two, but six mini bottles of wine into the cinema! Haha, talk about living the thug life.

Afterwards we went to one of the best gay clubs in Soho (according to Louise), where we met “Victor come to the store” (aka Victor).  We had so much fun, until the DJ started to play horrible music (if you can call what ever it was he was playing music) and I had to shoot him with my invisible gun which for your information is especially designed to shoot bad DJ:s. (They call me the DJ hunter so you better watch out DJ:s. You can run, but you can't hide! I will, and mark my words, I will find you) Since he refused to change the music (was it just because I'm a girl? Smells like discrimination… Haha, If that wouldn’t have been a gay club the DJ would have changed music instantly…) we headed back to Louise’s flat to continue our party until 6 or 7 in the morning.


At the Indian tapas restaurant in Soho, which I can't remember the name of.

Can you see what's wrong with this picture?

Yes, that's right! We sinned... We walked around in London with trainers (as in those kind of trainers sprinters wear for a marathon... aka fast shoes) The sickest part is that we actually went clubing in these shoes after the sing-a-long! CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT WE GOT IN WITH THESE SHOES?! Haha, they can't have noticed us. We were probably too fast in our shoes. "Swosh!" and we're gone! 


At Louise's flat.
Victor: "Louise? There's mould in the wine..."
Louise: "Really? Well, you know what they say - what doesn't kill you only makes you stronger"
Victor: "Except that this can kill you..."
Me: "I ain't drinking that shit..."
Awkward silence. 

THEN THE PARTY STARTED AGAIN!

Hey! I just wanted to let you know that everything that possibly could go wrong has already gone wrong! Before I went on the tube I had to go for a last minute shopping spree since my specially designed birthday cake for Louise, which had the funniest quote written all over it, hadn't been made. Panic penetrated the cake shop and they begged for my forgiveness... I was so angry. I was furious! I wanted them to suffer for what they had done (or should I say not done?) so I shed a few tears in front of them and said "I am the worst friend ever! This is her most important age... I have ruined everything for her". Now, I kind of feel a bit bad for that since I really made them feel miserable. I mean, it's graduation time here at Oxford. They obviously have a lot to do now! They offered me other cakes and gave me some discount but I refused it and went to buy two pieces of double chocolate gateau at Patisserie Valerie instead.

Now, I'm at the London tube and it stinks sweat here! I had a great spot, but of course two stinky men had to sit in front of me. I don't know... Maybe they haven't heard of a shower before? Gosh, it stinks! And it's not that kind of smell that just stays in one place - no, this one spreads across the whole tube and works itself inside everyone's system. If this was a horror movie it would be called "28 minutes later" and everyone would be stinking sweat thirsty zombies.

I have to be in London at 5 o’clock today! As you may know my lovely friend, Lollo, turned 20 a week ago. You may not get what’s so special about this age, so I thought I’d cut a long story short and make it a whole lot simpler for us: It’s the legal age when you can by your own booze in the liquor store in Sweden. We’re aloud to drink alcohol at clubs at the age of 18, but it’s illegal for us to drink outside pubs before we turn 20. But since she lives in London the law doesn’t really affect her… Haha!    

Last night I went to meet up with some friends for an Iranian night out. Well, it was a middle eastern/Spanish inspired night with Sangrias and a whole lot of fun at Kazbar. I love that place! Well, since it’s a “sister bar” to Café Tarifa it has to be great!

Later on I went to Angel & Greyhound to meet up with my roommate and her friends. I taught Sunny some facts about Harry Potter… Goodness, that guy! You can’t go to Oxford University and not know anything about Harry Potter… That’s just wrong! “Screw this, I’ll do my PhD at Hogwarts instead!” – Sunny. Haha, that’s the spirit!



At Kazbar


"'White Sangrias'?" "IT'S NOT RACIST!!!"


Scrabble at Angel & Greyhound. Go team P&B (Pimwa & Begonia for those of you whose skulls may be used as flotation devices during an event of a water landing...)!



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