måndag 31 maj 2010
Joannas voice
I got a deadline by tomo and being back to Singapore makes my adhd even worse. Someone told me that my personality is "jetlagged", I am trying to swallow all these emotions with some Joanna Wang...if I could have any singers voice it would be hers. It's like Addherall to me, without the heartburn.
söndag 30 maj 2010
Five things
Five things you will always find in my handbag:
1. Elizabeth Arden 8h chapstick
2. Hands disinfectant gel
3. Tobacco crumble
4. A bunch of lighters
5. Coins
Five things beside my bed:
1. A bunch of creams I never use
2. Diary
3. Ray bans (I like to wake up slowly)
4. Concert DVDs of Asian boy bands that I am too ashamed of to admit
5. Notes
Five things that makes me very happy:
1. Anything sweet
2. Whole fat dairy
3. Smell of wet grass (the one you walk on)
4. Grass (not the one you walk on)
5. My family
Five things that makes me sad:
1. 小人
2. Alex
3. Farewells at the airport
4. Countries that are divided; South, North Korea. Taiwan and PRC.
5. Memories from boarding school
Five things I am currently crazy about:
1. Confucianism
2. Kimchi
3. Chinese dating variety tv-shows
4. Pretty Asian boys
4. Inner peace
Five things I need to figure out before the 20th June:
1. Summer travel plans
2. Why men are so annoying and so yummy at the same time
3. How to manage my time better
4. How to get rid of my fucked-up personality
5. How to gain weight
Five things you problably did not know about me:
1. My bloodtype is B-, only 2% of the Swedish population has it.
2. My great grandfather was a lawyer that was tortured to death by the Japanese during the 2nd Sino Japanese war
3. When I was 7, during my summer holiday in China, I set a part of a military base (my dads work) on fire.
4. I watch porn, sometimes ALOT
5. I am hard on the outside, soft on the inside
1. Elizabeth Arden 8h chapstick
2. Hands disinfectant gel
3. Tobacco crumble
4. A bunch of lighters
5. Coins
Five things beside my bed:
1. A bunch of creams I never use
2. Diary
3. Ray bans (I like to wake up slowly)
4. Concert DVDs of Asian boy bands that I am too ashamed of to admit
5. Notes
Five things that makes me very happy:
1. Anything sweet
2. Whole fat dairy
3. Smell of wet grass (the one you walk on)
4. Grass (not the one you walk on)
5. My family
Five things that makes me sad:
1. 小人
2. Alex
3. Farewells at the airport
4. Countries that are divided; South, North Korea. Taiwan and PRC.
5. Memories from boarding school
Five things I am currently crazy about:
1. Confucianism
2. Kimchi
3. Chinese dating variety tv-shows
4. Pretty Asian boys
4. Inner peace
Five things I need to figure out before the 20th June:
1. Summer travel plans
2. Why men are so annoying and so yummy at the same time
3. How to manage my time better
4. How to get rid of my fucked-up personality
5. How to gain weight
Five things you problably did not know about me:
1. My bloodtype is B-, only 2% of the Swedish population has it.
2. My great grandfather was a lawyer that was tortured to death by the Japanese during the 2nd Sino Japanese war
3. When I was 7, during my summer holiday in China, I set a part of a military base (my dads work) on fire.
4. I watch porn, sometimes ALOT
5. I am hard on the outside, soft on the inside
fredag 28 maj 2010
Eat Beef - The West Wasn't Won on Salad

You: OMG! He can bi-bim-bap me anytime! his undie's aren't sexy, but we can work on that. Damn.. what a great diu! I like. i'm jealous now. haha And damn, how come he's so beefy?
Me: That´s quality meat, I approve it. .. if he would be beef the equivalent would be Kobe beef: renowned for its flavour, tenderness, and well-marbled texture.
I love the fact that we can talk about boys we like to diu
why i love motherland
"No be redicurous. You buy product function good on eBay. It work fine. No refund. It good. What do you mean, I speak chinglish?"
torsdag 27 maj 2010
eat glass
spoke with jules on the phone today, we bitched until my dad came come n cooked me some ass kicking dumplings. i dunno why but it always feels very homey eating dumplings with him, it must be an thing for us northern souls. went to see Forren to get a haircut and had dinner at the most random place outside of the city. father found this new place where you can get a ginger backrub, it sounds yummy but damn that rub burns like chili on your nipple! not feeling creative nowdays, stressed about summer plans...china, bali, korea, japan...wtf? i will problably end up in Sweden earlier and not going anywhere. yes, i rather eat glass right than think about how much shit i gotta do before the end of next month.
p.s i got my first pimple on my chest. yeah! its super disgusting and i wanna tell the whole world.

Johan sent me this to cheer me up. thx dog!
p.s i got my first pimple on my chest. yeah! its super disgusting and i wanna tell the whole world.

onsdag 26 maj 2010
But I am only 27
1. travelwhore 4 up, 2 down
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-noun 1. A single woman, typically between the ages of 28-36, so obsessed with the concept of "seeing the world", that she is doomed to an eternity of singleness. The only male she will consider as a mate is one who is wealthy enough to pay for her lackadaisical lifestyle of "little work and all play", regardless of his ability to accompany her, or not, on her travels. They have an inability to correlate their relationship status with a lack of geographic stability. Typically these are women who were an only child, and/or were spoiled by their parents. They are very self-centered, and cannot conceive of finding a mate that is "stable" or "settled" until they reach their late-30s and their biological clock overrides their self-centeredness. 2. A single woman, typically between the ages of 28-36, so obsessed with the concept of "seeing the world", that she is doomed to an eternity of singleness. They generally lack foresight, and will only seriously consider a male as a mate while she is in the same geographic vicinity. As soon as they feel the need to travel again, assuming the "stable" male has a real job and cannot accompany her, a suitable excuse is manufactured, and the male is cast off, to be replaced by yet another trip abroad.
Stable Guy #1: "Did you hear about Steve?"
Stable Guy #2: "No, what happened? Is he okay?"
Stable Guy #1: "No, his Asian girlfriend turned out to be a travelwhore, and she left him, literally, for France. He was about to propose to her too..."
buy travelwhore mugs, tshirts and magnets
-noun 1. A single woman, typically between the ages of 28-36, so obsessed with the concept of "seeing the world", that she is doomed to an eternity of singleness. The only male she will consider as a mate is one who is wealthy enough to pay for her lackadaisical lifestyle of "little work and all play", regardless of his ability to accompany her, or not, on her travels. They have an inability to correlate their relationship status with a lack of geographic stability. Typically these are women who were an only child, and/or were spoiled by their parents. They are very self-centered, and cannot conceive of finding a mate that is "stable" or "settled" until they reach their late-30s and their biological clock overrides their self-centeredness. 2. A single woman, typically between the ages of 28-36, so obsessed with the concept of "seeing the world", that she is doomed to an eternity of singleness. They generally lack foresight, and will only seriously consider a male as a mate while she is in the same geographic vicinity. As soon as they feel the need to travel again, assuming the "stable" male has a real job and cannot accompany her, a suitable excuse is manufactured, and the male is cast off, to be replaced by yet another trip abroad.
Stable Guy #1: "Did you hear about Steve?"
Stable Guy #2: "No, what happened? Is he okay?"
Stable Guy #1: "No, his Asian girlfriend turned out to be a travelwhore, and she left him, literally, for France. He was about to propose to her too..."
måndag 24 maj 2010
The Tornado
I believe that I was once a quiet and shy child that would never walk with muddy shoes indoors and fold handkerchiefs like paper planes. Where did that kid go? I am at my grandmas and it is impossible for me right now to find that silent kid inside of me again. Although my parents calls me The Tornado I am still reluctant to tell them my summer plans, about bumming around Asia smoke lots of ciggarettes and write in my diary. Sometimes I do wish my parents had a another kid who could satisfy their need for some neatness. I am the ADHD kid from hell, me myself wanna crawl back to the womb that I came from. Patience is a virtue, guilt is a illusion.
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