Oxford reunion

I had a little Oxford reunion in Uppsala the other day. Malin decided to come and visit me and Laura, so we explored Uppsala a little bit, ordered take out (sushi) to Lauras dorm, and headed out to live up the remaining part of 2012. I had such a great time and boy did we fool a couple of guys at V-dala nation big time. I love the fact that people don’t understand when you’re joking and they believe every single word you’re saying. And you all know that I’m not the type of person who jokes about things that actually could be true. My stories become more exaggerated than the MacGyver show.

 

Sweet sweet Malin!

Santa Claus in the house!

Look what I got in my mail this morning! My dear best friend, Lisa, sent a Christmas present all the way from Munich. Isn’t she the sweetest thing?

 

Did anyone say mistletoe?! I'm kissing Lisa from distance (with my duckiest duck face)!

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Ohh, girl, look at these glasses! Ohhh, girl, look at these glasses! Ohhh, girl, look at these glasses. I-I-I I'm santa! I'm Christmassy and I know it DU-D-DU-DU-DUU-DUU, DU-D-DU-DU-DUU-DUU! (In case you're still in 2011, this is my Christmas remix of LMFAO's Sexy and I know it).

Mr Sandman - where you at when I need you?

They say that when you can’t sleep, you’re awake in someone’s dream. Does that mean I’m sleeping in someone’s dream when I can’t wake up? Because I’m like an owl at night and like a sleeping bear in the morning! Would people just stop dreaming about me?!?! It’s messing up my flow!
 

My fortune cookie tells me that shit’s about to go down

I never told you that I was offered a place to study law at UppsalaUniversity, did I? They’ve done a major cut-down and went from accepting almost 300 students to offering only 140 places. I guess my department (of governance) isn’t the only department which suffers from cuts. I don’t get it. Aren’t we supposed to be the future of this country? If so, how are we supposed to take over if we don’t get the high quality education that we need? This is a major set back for Sweden, I tell you. The smell of a rotting system becomes stronger for every day that passes. Soon this noble, caring, giving, role model nation will only be just another memory, a memory that will fade and soon be… forgotten!

 

It sounds dramatic, doesn’t it? Haha, I should be a play write! Or a well paid oracle..?

 

Without all of the discusting men with leprosy feeling me up... of course!

"Heeeeey sexy ladies!"

Of course they just have to air Victorica Secret Fashion Show on Christmas Day, when you feel like a gigantic whale who’s about to give birth to a massive baby which has ben conceived in pure love to food. As it's not enough that you're in a food coma. Seriously, it’s like they have a sensor that feels exactly when people are least likely to feel good about themselves. And then they juste happen to show these skinny ass angel like supermodels walking around with their gorgeous hot slim and tanned bodies, dancing around in luxurious lingerie with their huge wings and high heels. "Oops! We didn't mean to F up peoples confidence. Nope, not at all!" Haha, some might call it psychological torture!

 

Luckily, I feel like a little angel today myself, so I can’t wait for the show to begin. I better go prepare some sweets, puff my cushions and lay back and relax in my sofa with my sister. We're just minutes about screaming "Daaaamn girl - work that catwalk!", "Ooh, I'm getting that bra for New Years Eve!",  "Look at her hair, how does she do it?", " I've got to start working on my abs as well. That woman's like 40 and has got 5 kids, and still she looks like that? Gym, please!"

 

So, to all of you girls who are feeling a bit blue because of these smoking fine ladies on the catwalk: Don't beat yourself up, you're beautiful as well. Just enjoy the show and stop feeling sorry for yourself. After all, you probably ait food in such huge portions, it could have saved an entire village of starving people yesterday.

 

Haha, here's a funny pic in the meantime!

 

Merry Christmas

Us Swedes, boy! We don’t just celebrate Christmas one day earlier than the rest of the world. We also get our presents one day before everyone else! However, presents are not something we value too much in my house (even though presents are fun to open). The most important thing is that the whole family is gathered, healthy and happy. Though, we do like to cook good food, haha!

 

I didn’t wish for anything this year, but my family decided to surprise me with jewellery from Swarovski. It felt like I was being bathed in Swarovski crystals, haha! I even got headphones decorated with Swarovski crystals! Can you believe that? Thank you, my lovelies!

 

You know how some families make room for one extra soul for dinner during the Christmas holidays (a beautiful tradition if you ask me)? Well, my family and I got some company yesterday. I’ve never had that happen to me, but there’s always a first for everything right?

 

 
 
 
 
We don't really eat the typical Swedish Christmas dish. We just pick different sorts of food inspired from all over the world (mostly the Mediterranean and the Middle East)
 
Refreshments
 
Say cheese!
 
Holy apple pie with crunchy toffee!
 
Just for fun!
 
My precious'!!! (Gollum)
 
And there was lots of more, but this isn't a cook book, this is my blog! Haha!

F Pringles

Who invented crisps? It’s the worst snack ever! First of all, if you take one it’s impossible to stop eating. Second of all, you can’t even hear the TV because of all the noise it’s making in your mouth! Third of all, you never know where to wipe your hands. You try to lick the salt off your fingers, but really – it doesn’t go away until you’ve wiped it off on your jeans or someone else’s sleeve… I’m just being honest here!

 

Robin the rabbi, going all munchies on the cheese doodles.

Pics

Here are a few pictures, which were taken on the night of the Winter gasque.

 

It looks exclusive, but really, it tasted like heartburn.
 
The making of the towel hats!
 
working them hats!
 
Polkapella
 
hahaha I absolutely love this picture. From Mr Nice guy to Mr pedo!
 
My cheeks were hurting after all of the laughing.
 
I don't know why, but these guys remind me of a few people I would like to say that I know quite well. From the left we have Nick from Hick, in the middle we have Callejed, and last but not least we have Seth Rogen.
 
 

Doomsday party!

What ever you do, mates, BYOB (Bring your own booze). You’ll never know what kind of suicidal maniacs that will attend the party. Someone might spike the punch with poison, sine they think that we’ve reached our final destination in life.

 

This isn’t the last stop for me. I have a few things to take care of before I leave this earth. Xerces will have to wait.

 

Listen up all you bad DJ:s out there!

There is something that really has been on my mind lately. It’s been happening all over the world and it recently happened at a club I went to… and that was the final straw, so I thought I could write a post about it. So here’s what’s been going down. For example, I’m listening to the radio, feeling the music. And all of a sudden, right when I’m waiting for the epic drop and just want to start pumping my fist in the air like an Upper East Sider douche bag at a posh club, the song gets interrupted witha “nananaaaa DJ song interruption, boom boom boom boom…”. What the fudge, man? I was listening to that! And the friggin’ DJ just continues with “wicka wicka wicka wow, wicka wicka woom woom waaa”, ripping that CD to max. Five hours later you’re still wondering if he’s done already…

 

And every time I go out dancing at the clubs, DJ’s will always be “nananaaaa wicka wicka wow! I’m here everyone, look at the DJ table, I’m the DJ, wicka wicka, look at me wicka”. Yeah, we get it DJ! You’re there, we don’t need to know. The vibes in the whole party were just completely ruined thanks to you. Everyone thinks that the fire alarm or something went off!

 

Do you know what my favourite kind of DJ is? The ones that just plays the friggin’ songs. Because by the time that they are done with their little “nananaaa wicka wicka”, the dance floor has been cleared.

 

Do you know what I do to bad DJ:s? I shoot them. Yes, I shoot them with my imaginary magnum 45. If there’s a whole crew of bad DJ:s I upgrade to an AK47 or a fashionable mauser. And then I just blast the s*** out of them. Do you know how many DJ:s I’ve shot until today? I’ve lost count. The saddest part is that innocent people come in the way some times and get to taste a bullet or two… in the back of their heads! DJ:s, you can save lives. Just stop ripping the CD so god damn much!

 

So next time you’re at a party and the DJ finds it necessary to interrupt the fantastic song that you love so much with one of his unnecessary “nananaaa wicka wicka”, leave the party, get the f out of there. Then one day, one day those DJ:s might come to realize that no one likes it when they do that.

 

You do not want to see this, DJ:s!

Glasses go clink

I was on a social gathering the other night, I had just bought a drink and somebody comes to me and says “Begonia, may I please have a sip of that alcohol that you have in your hand?” Well, yes! I want you to have some of this, please help yourself! Then this guy takes the glass and gulps down the whole thing. Haha, wow bad ass! Cheers to you too! I didn’t realize that you were the kumbaya of chugging vodka, but I kind of like to have that back. Or at least give me a sip or something? Buy your own friggin' drink next time!

 

Guns in America is beyond control

The school shooting in Newtown isn’t the first gun violence tragedy in the world, and certainly not in the US, where more than 11 thousand people died due to gun murder last year. The deadliest shootings of modern times have included such contrasting corners of the world as Dunblane in Scotland, Utøya in Norway, Port Arthur, Tasmania(I could go on). But even before the latest shooting, the cinema massacre in Denver, Columbine, Virginia Tech and Tuscon had already given America more than its share of gun related tragedies.   

 

There’s simply no winning argument for normal people to be gun owners that can defend these numbers of death. Where are we? In the nature state where only the fittest survives? It’s 2012 for crying out loud – It’s time we stop acting so god damn conservative and act as the modern people we truly are. Arms should be worn by no one else than professionals, and by that I mean defenders of the state, such as the police and the military force.


Some suggests that there should be a background check of the person who wants to buy guns, because clearly all the shootings have been caused by mentally unstable people… Seriously? That argument can’t even be taken seriously! The problem isn’t that guns get in the wrong hands. The real problem is that guns are even AVAILABLE!  

 

Guns don’t kill without people getting involved. And it’s about time the authority takes some responsibility for their gun laws and makes sure that no more guns are sold to civilians. Having that said, I hope that the United States of America introduces a weapons ban. I truly hope Obama can push this forward.

 

Winter gasque

Last night was incredibly fun! UPS had arranged a winter gasque, so all of the political science students suited up, had a 3-course dinner with lots of drinks and a hell of a lot of laughing and dancing as well. I’m satisfied with the evening to say the least!

Starter
 
Frida and Isabelle looked lovely
 
Lukas and I

Looks like it's "fuck this shit" o'clock

My first semester in uni has officially ended.

 

Australia, do you copy? I repeat; do you copy?

I’ve got a Skype date with my bestie, Louise. She’s currently living in Melbourne and one of her friends there hooked up with Gale from The Hungergames when she was fourteen once. This almost makes her famous… Haha, no I’m just kidding!

 

Louie, sign in for crying out loud!

 

When you move to Australia, you have to grow a mo or go the F home!

When you know that things are about to get down

When you text someone and get a response that says “kk” you know that stuff is about to get nasty. What’s the double K all about? If you just text a single K, that could be translated “F off”. But with a double K it’s like throwing a freaking curve ball. I don’t really know what to expect. Did I mess up? Am I about to get beaten up?

 

 

Douchebags at the gym

You’re at the gym and all of a sudden you hear someone groaning. So you look over and see who? The biggest guy there, coincidentally! We get it, your biceps are bigger than my head, and everybody is looking at you now! Happy?

 

Girls – why do you have to wear so much makeup when you go to the gym? This isn’t a beauty pageant.

 

I feel that some of the guys are under the impression that they bought a full mirror membership that happens to have waits. Some guys are literally just checking out their triceps for hours, just standing there… in front of the mirror… wasting space which someone who actually wants to work out could use. It’s so funny, because some of you guys think that you’re being discrete about it. “Oh, let me just wipe this sweat off my face. Oh, look at that! My abs are showing." Congratulations, you’re ripped! Can we move on now?

 

And then there’s the tip guy! If I wanted tips when I go the gym I would hire a freaking Personal Trainer. “Oh, can I step in here? Yeah, you’re doing that almost right! But if you would go with a 90 degree angle instead of an 89,9 degree, I think you would get more out of your work out”. And then he try to put your arms in the correct position. What are you? A protractor? You’re bringing up some very valid points here, but I don’t think your muscles are coming from a 90 degree angel as oppose to my 89,9 – I think they come from steroids! And how do I know that? Well, your upper body is in the size of the freaking Hulk and your lower body is in the sice of Spunch Bob Square Pants.

 

BOOM, said the bomb of the day!

Happy Lucia

Every 13th of December, we celebrate Lucia (after saint Lucia). She originates from Sicily, but has become one of the most important icons of Scandinavian tradition. Youngsters dress in white gowns, holding a lit candle, while marching through the city until they reach the great church where they sing the most heavenly songs we know. I absolutely love this holiday! But there’s something that I’ve never quite got my head around. Why is it that the leading star of this march (the one who portraits Lucia and has got a crown with lit candles) always is a white blond girl with blue eyes, when Lucia actually was Italian? I’m not saying that all Italians look like the douchebags from JerseyShore or that they are exotically tanned with dark hair and brown eyes who happens to be a part of the mob – I’m just saying that Lucia was said to be a beautiful olive skinned girl with hair as dark as the night.

 

I mean, people find it controversial when a black actor portraits Romeo in an adaption of Shakespeare’s Romeo & Juliet (because of the reason that he wasn’t black) – so why do we accept a white Lucia? “Well, it’s tradition” the conservatives’ say. No, it’s not tradition! You’ve made it into a racially based topic when you try to make something which isn’t Scandinavian your own. Don’t get me wrong. I love the fact that we embrace cultures all over the world. But don’t try to steal an icon and make it into something it’s not. I’ll accept a blonde Lucia the moment society accept a coloured to portrait any of the western icons. It’s not more than fair!

 

What? Do you think Jesus was white too? Oh, that right – the western world believes he was white. Some of you maybe think he was American too? Well, sorry to break it to you, but he wasn’t, okay! He was born in the Middle East, people. It’s time you accept the fact!

 

What I wanted to say is that I hate the fact that conservatives’ of the western world believes that they can just steal icons from all over the world and call them their own. And then they won’t even let people with a different background portrait the icons. They leave us with nothing: everything we’ve got left is a bad history filled with cannibals and terrorists. Aw, you shouldn’t have, you’re all just too kind, thanks a lot! How about you look at your own history and take a look in the mirror? As it wasn’t enough robbing the entire world of their wealth, you also had to skin us alive and steal our souls as well? It’s not a tradition if you exclude minorities!

 

You don’t see Saudi Arabia stealing Captain America, calling him Captain Arab do you? In 50 years from now, people will probably start believing that Ghandi was white too.

 

I didn’t mean to be negative. I actually saw something today that made me happy. In Uppsala they had a dark skinned South Asian girl portraying Lucia. But that was just Uppsala. Sweden as a country has still not chosen a girl with another ethnical background than Scandinavian to portray Lucia. Hopefully, we’ll see a Lucia who can represent a multi cultural Sweden next holiday!

 

Happy Lucia everyone!

 

Happy Lucia

Every 13th of December, we celebrate Lucia (after saint Lucia). She originates from Sicily, but has become one of the most important icons of Scandinavian tradition. Youngsters dress in white gowns, holding a lit candle, while marching through the city until they reach the great church where they sing the most heavenly songs we know. I absolutely love this holiday! But there’s something that I’ve never quite got my head around. Why is it that the leading star of this march (the one who portraits Lucia and has got a crown with lit candles) always is a white blond girl with blue eyes, when Lucia actually was Italian? I’m not saying that all Italians look like the douchebags from JerseyShore or that they are exotically tanned with dark hair and brown eyes who happens to be a part of the mob – I’m just saying that Lucia was said to be a beautiful olive skinned girl with hair as dark as the night.

 

I mean, people find it controversial when a black actor portraits Romeo in an adaption of Shakespeare’s Romeo & Juliet (because of the reason that he wasn’t black) – so why do we accept a white Lucia? “Well, it’s tradition” the conservatives’ say. No, it’s not tradition! You’ve made it into a racially based topic when you try to make something which isn’t Scandinavian your own. Don’t get me wrong. I love the fact that we embrace cultures all over the world. But don’t try to steal an icon and make it into something it’s not. I’ll accept a blonde Lucia the moment society accept a coloured to portrait any of the western icons. It’s not more than fair!

 

What? Do you think Jesus was white too? Oh, that right – the western world believes he was white. Some of you maybe think he was American too? Well, sorry to break it to you, but he wasn’t, okay! He was born in the Middle East, people. It’s time you accept the fact!

 

What I wanted to say is that I hate the fact that conservatives’ of the western world believes that they can just steal icons from all over the world and call them their own. And then they won’t even let people with a different background portrait the icons. They leave us with nothing: everything we’ve got left is a bad history filled with cannibals and terrorists. Aw, you shouldn’t have, you’re all just too kind, thanks a lot! How about you look at your own history and take a look in the mirror? As it wasn’t enough robbing the entire world of their wealth, you also had to skin us alive and steal our souls as well? It’s not a tradition if you exclude minorities!

 

You don’t see Saudi Arabia stealing Captain America, calling him Captain Arab do you? In 50 years from now, people will probably start believing that Ghandi was white too.

 

I didn’t mean to be negative. I actually saw something today that made me happy. In Uppsala they had a dark skinned South Asian girl portraying Lucia. But that was just Uppsala. Sweden as a country has still not chosen a girl with another ethnical background than Scandinavian to portray Lucia. Hopefully, we’ll see a Lucia who can represent a multi cultural Sweden next holiday!

 

Happy Lucia everyone!

 

 
 
 

We all fall in love eventually

Goodness! I’ve been working my back off these past couple of days. My body is soaring from this weeks work outs and perhaps a little bit from yesterdays baking. Tonight I’ll be celebrating Lucia with the political science students in Uppsala and we’re all bringing a dish which we eat in our homes/countries on Christmas. I hope that everyone likes what I’ve done – it’s my special pralines and so far, everyone who has ever tasted them has fallen in love with them, literally! One of my best friends read one of the pralines a love poem, before wolfing it down, haha!

 

Pre x-mas

Yesterday was so much fun. We had a snow ball fight, we baked, we had some pizza. drank some mulled wine and just cozed up in front of an open fire and lit candles all over the place. I’m satisfied with the night to say the least.

 

The making of the rocky road
 
The making of the... "Knäck"? I don't really know how to translate that into English. It's almost like caramel fudge, only a bit more chewy, haha!
 
Munchies!!!
 
Haha, judging by the look of this picture the bakery coudln't have been successful. But don't let this picture fool you. it looks like everyone is hesitating to try the goodies. Trust me when I say that there was no typical Swedish awkwardness. As you know, in Sweden, no one wants to be the first one to dig in (not to mention, no one wants to be the one who takes that last piece of cake/candy/or what ever either). Haha, we couldn't wait to start the feast, even though we were still in a food coma from eating pizza.
 
 

Number 12

Guess what everyone! It’s 2012-12-12 and 12:12 pm right now! Do you know what this means? It’s probably the last time in my entire lifetime that I will ever get to see this, unless I find myself the philosopher’s stone and live for an eternity (or at least long enough to see 3001-01-01 plus the time 01:01), but I don’t see that happening any time soon…  

 

Has the countdown begun?

Today I’m meeting some of my friends in Uppsala for a little Christmas pep rally at Michael's place, haha. Not really, but almost! We’re going to be doing some baking and stuff like that. It’ll be great!

 

You know who you are

So I was on Facebook the other day and one of my so called “Friends” had been in Las Vegas. I noticed that one of her friends had written “What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, baby” (Okay, so I was doing a little Facebook stalking… I had nothing to do and I was waiting for my tea to get ready). Well, not any more because now everybody that sees that will know that you got messed up in the same time. I’m just being honest. And if (I’m just saying IF) I wouldn’t figure out what you did in Vegas, I would just check out the album that you just posted called “What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas”, where I can basically follow your whole Vegas trip play by play… But nice strategy anyways, ladies!

 

That's right

I went to the gym for a work out and now I really need to start reading… But first I’m having a mini spa!

 

Earlier today

Negative status updates… Guess what? Nobody gives a sh**

Whenever I log in to Facebook it’s like catching an episode of Dr. Phil where everyone wines and bitches about their lives. And then people complain about other peoples annoying status updates and feel that they have to make a status update about how everyone is complaining. Why even bother? I don’t. I just de-friend those mother f******. Every de-friend that I do is like committing a cyber murder. I make this amazing shot gun sound effect as I click the button “de-friend” – BANG! Sometimes, when there are a whole bunch of negative comments on my news feed I just lock and load for my cyber drive by á la Faceboook, as I’m singing “wada dadang wadada dadang HEY, listen to my 9mm go BANG!”

 

It’s such a powerful feeling to be able to say “Do you know what? I don’t need to be fed with your negative, miserable, winy little status updates.” It’s almost like I can smell the gun powder as I’m shooting down one winer after another.

 

BAM! You all just got burned.

Life just gets easier if you're Jewish

Once, I met an Orthodox Jew. It was a Friday (read Sabbath) and we were both waiting for the elevator. I thought he had pushed the button, but he hadn’t. Do you know what he did? He turned to me and asked “Could you push the elevator button, please?” I said “sure” and pushed the button. He looked at me and said “Sabbath you know…”. Haha, what? You can step into the elevator, but you can’t push a tiny little button?  I’m sorry, do you need an advanced computer system that can read your mind and then spell it out for me, so you don’t strain your voice and jaw, while speaking? Why don’t you just kick Stephen Hawkings of his permobile and steal it while you’re at it? Haha, where’s the synagogue? I’m converting to Judaism too! I would fit just perfectly there. My father even gave me the nickname "Jew" while growing up.

 

I've got the hat already! Let's go!

Run Forest, RUN!

It feels so good to be done with the essay! We finished pretty early yesterday, so today I really got to enjoy my free Friday. I even went to the gym where I ran 7 km (okay, so I power walked for 1,5 km, but I’m still proud).

 

 

 

Pic from December 2011, back in Oxford, on my way to school.

At Dag Hammarskjöld's library

I’m early today! I didn’t dare to take a later bus because of the snow chaos (the traffic has practically been standing still since yesterday’s storm and there has been multiple accidents and warnings), so I took an early bus just to be on the safe side.  

 

Anyway, I’m sitting outside the seminar room waiting for my mates to show up. After the seminar I’ll be hanging out with Ellen and writing our essay. We’re aiming to finish it today, so wish us luck!

 

In the UK they call them "Scum of the earth"

I’ve been writing on an essay with my partner Ellen today. I think we’ve been quite productive, even though more than half of the time was spent on communist jokes and politicians making a fool of themselves. Haha!

 

On my way back home there was an alcoholic scum sitting in the back of the bus, drinking and smoking. He caused quite a scene. Well, can you blame him? After all, it is almost weekend…

 

The cat says purrr, I say brrr

Sweden’s turned into a giant igloo and it’s getting colder as we speak. The winter has just begun and I’m fearing my blood slowly is turning into ice. But do you know what? It’s okay… for now! Because Christmas is just around the corner and I’m busy baking and decorating.

 

The Botanic Garden is shining bright
 
Baking "Lussebullar" (saffron buns) and Rocky Road a la Begonia!
 
Uppsala Castle

Shake as you bake bake honey

I'm baking the shizznit out of this town right now! My partner in crime? My sister of course! If this was the 50's I would have been married by now and my husband would be so pleased with me... and obese! 

It is bad enough that people are dying of AIDS, but no one should die of ignorance

It’s the first day of the December and the countdown to one of the most magical nights of the year has officially begun. But I’d like to remind everyone out there that it’s also the World AIDS Day. Ignorance and prejudice are fuelling the spread of a preventable disease. World AIDS Day is one opportunity for people worldwide to unite in the fight against HIV and AIDS. It’s up to you, me and us to stop the spread of HIV and end prejudice.  

 

I hope that as much people as possible are getting involved in the campaigns, and perhaps continues tomorrow and the day after tomorrow... until we’ve found a way to cure everyone. Be aware, spread the word, educate!

 

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