Oh, its on like donkey kong. In others words.. my visa is FINALLY granted. So is school. Four days before departure. Oh em gee. So see you on Sunday, Melbourne!

Aah.. new years on the beach, anyone?

Dinner with my aunt and dad after my arrival.

Solving world problems with gran over coffee.

As a kid I could sit by this clock for hoours, getting myself carried away. Reminded me of Beauty and the Beast, you know the beast´s rose that had glass cover like this. Anyway. Lol.

Me and gran had pa & aunt over for lunch. I made them all eat VEGAN soup. Outrageous!

Aw! Since Ive already touched the subject, my gran looks like Thumper from Bambi! Doesnt she!? When I saw Bambi couple of years ago I realised and began a weep-sesh. Lol2.

If there was a sport in the olympic games called kjuteZt coUpLe we’d win it. SO HARD.

Photo kudos to Nai Zi Yeap

Haha, omg I cant let this whole munting thing go. Seriously I NEVER do that. I thought since Ive got the day off and not really anything to do but watch old South Park eps, drink my pepsi and browse the world wide web I could take the time to let you know about my munting history!

The first time my bowls decided to revolt on me in a drinking related matter was new years eve, probably 2005-2006. I was a girl on the beer. Strictly beer in the belly. But since it was new years I though Id spice it up and treat myself with something like 8 Bacardi Breezers. All that rum and sugar started up a circus inside me. I did ofcourse go mental, cried for hours about who knows and when I woke up my eyes were so swollen I couldnt open them. And I felt sick! So I had to crawl, grabbing the walls, trying to lead myself to the bathroom where I spewed up thos fuckin watermelon and lemon breezers. UH! It was rough. Surviving  that horrible incident probably made me the tough cunt I am today.

And the second, and former last, time I spewed was at a music festival in the woods of Sweden. If my memories arent fabricated I was with Linda, Hannes + random chick playing dare. And someone, pretty sure it was Hannes, dared me to spew. A very hard task for me since I had only done it once before and I did feel like S.H.I.T then as in comparison to my then very happy, sunny, tipsy state. So I did what anyone would have done, fingers down the throat. Nathin. The other players had there go. Nathin. I decided to let random people have their go, so I sat down on a trail and asked passing dudes and dudettes to give me hand. Down the throat. And while this young man was giving his go I realised that the trail I was sitting on came from all the portable toilets. Now, most guys go number one in the woods ofcourse seeing how these portable toilets are pretty godamn awful, so when you do see a male in line you can assume hes going number two. And the problem with this I might add is the absence of water taps to wash your hands. Meaning his hand went straight from his anus to my mouth.  And thats when it happened. Mission accomplished.

So me, Amy & Lauren saw this vampire flick from the 70’s yesterday, Vampyros Lesbos. I am now in love with Soledad Miranda (the brown haired one), seriously the hottest and most beautiful honey ever. The gay-theme continued when I later that night met a nice and cute (and gay) Filipino woman. God, love Filipinos (hello, Leo)! We talked about and watched her girlfriend kissing this boy (in front of us) and had boogie. She texted me this morning, laaal hihi!

In other news I SPEWED this morning! First time in four years! I thought I was absolutely unable to munt but I guess I finally met my match. Touché, shittest beer ever Carlton Draught, touché.

Well all this talk about munting, homosexuality and blood sucking makes me wanna watch vampire flicks all day long. I wanna try and find this movie. Looks hot as, David Bowie is starring (wawawewa), shot in the 80’s (interesting times for horror) AND it includes a lesbian love scene between Sarandon and Deneuve! Such an inviting title too, The Hunger.

And for tonight I have prepared for my love and I to watch good old classic; Bram Stoker’s Dracula! With best och most believable actor in the world *drums* KEANU REEVES (is there anything he can’t do!?)!! Also Winona Ryder, Anthony Hopkins and Gary Oldman.

Life is good isnt it, Winona? Only one way to make it last forever mwhihihi.

Like Ive mentioned about 568935464 times now; I stay up to and sleep in way to late. Me and Stuart usually get our asses out of bed round 2 pm, which makes us kinda angry and disappointed in ourselfs. Haha. But it makes sense! Cause we fall asleep round 5 in the am. Just night cats!

And isnt this what everyone wants? Or at least what I always wanted.. to sleep in! I cant fucking stand alarms! I realise ofcourse that probably no one loves being woken up by an alarm per say but I get very very very angry. Annoyed to the bone! I wanna hurt its loved ones. So it is really a bliss that I these days dont have to set my alarm before work. I slowly wake from nothing in particular, cuddle around in the sheets, have brekki, cruise on the interwebs, might have a look in shops or indulge a nice lunch/coffee in the city before I put on my work pants. Instead of forcing my ass up after 4 hours sleep, try and have a little feed and then hurry off in the cold to some desk job for the rest of the day..

BUT today, thanks to Mel from accounting, I was up and about already at 930! Wawawewa! (I got a call about my pay, apparently I worked 0 hours last week! Hehe!) It felt like I had won all this time! I feel like this need to happen again.

Another nice thing about my current life situation is my Wednesdays. Off. Doing nothing. Just strolling around in my new tuxedo tights (laid-back-classy-attack) and bft (boy-friend-tee). No gods or masters around here. BUT ME!

And ofcourse make myself one or two exquisite meals! This is mash and tofu stroganoff à la Hanni!

So lovely to be able to spend the short hour before work in the sun. Its good to have a couch on the front of your house too :)

While on the subject.. very excited about upcoming Daybreakers (ohw, you know me! Anything with vampires gives Hanni a boner!) and also Boondock Saints II! However, no Dafoe in the later one.. guessing there’ll be a lot of pow pow and witty jokes to make it up though.

Sometimes I will watch a movie. And I become obsessed. So I will try and talk to everyone about it. And somehow these movies I wanna discuss for hours late in to the night, are movies that the people I met never have seen. My biggest one yet was that Shark doco, Sharkwater. Sharks are THE scariest thing I know, but the movie is showing this new perspective on sharks, how they are on their way to extinction and how their not the monster killing machines the media paints them out to be (the thought of them still makes my blood go cold though). Anyway, I would not shut up about it! Such an annoying thing, goin oon and oon about sharks! At partys, at work, everywhere! So I would have my speech for thirty minutes and the response would always be like: eehmm.. ookkeeeey. Thanks for the info. (Not)

So my latest obsession is Lars von Tries latest piece of work; Antichrist. Its not just the fact that the movie is visual masturbation, but it had some elements in it so disturbing that even I, a woman with balls of steel, found so repulsive that the images wont leave my head. And when I mention this movie (like I already have about 15 times since I saw a couple of days ago) again, no one has seen it, and then I get all worked up and try and explain how full on it is! The speech!

And if you are one of the obviously few people that actually have seen it; youd could imagine how it would sound.. Im mainly focusing on the demolition of genitalia and what von Trier is trying to say with the whole women-thing..  I dont really get it.

I know its not very pc to complain about the rain seeing how Australia needs its water! Buuuuuuuut, all this rain is turning our pretty little town to a freezing hell! Our house is a tomb of coldness. Since Im already a bit politically incorrect might as well be a tiny bit racist too, australians can not build houses! Theyre not isolated for shit! In Sweden we walk around in our undies inside even though its snowing and minus degrees outside. Thanks to good ol’ fashion isolation and proper radiators! All the houses Ive lived in here lets whatever temperature is ruling outside come inside, meaning you waste all this money on energy for either heaters or fans.

And our house is not built to resist the rain either. There are no real window screens in the kitchen or bathroom, meaning that all that cold ass air the rain leaves us with finds its way into our loving home. And the radiator thing that is meant to get the water hot, does not get the water hot. Only something similar to hot. (Reds anm. Fisljummet) Resulting in me not showering. I is allergic to the cold! Thats why I wanted to move to “warm” country! PLUS! the ceiling in the kitchen leaks when the rain is heavy! Haha! Im thinking of bringing a piece of hot male ass + small heater into the shower though. Might to do the trick.

JUST CHECKIN IN! BAI!

So when finally getting that most wanted sleep; I dream that Hannibal Lecter is my unpleasant neighbour and out to kill me and my loved ones, one by one. In the end; only me, my grandmother and a random toddler  survive the terror. By moving house. Feel pwned, you cannibalistic fuck face!

I am a robe kinda gal. I heart that shit. Back in Sweden I had four or five pares of robes. One for every occasion. And boy, how Ive been missing it!

So we are very happy that I found this lovely, yellow, fluffy and simply life saving robe the other day. Livin it up!

..watch out for Milky!

Amy is coming over tonight. We are gonna cook some delish dinner and I am going to suggest we watch Batoru rowaiaru.

I made this beautiful art, inspired by the movie, about three years ago after having midnight falafel with Mikael and Filippa!

Apple jucie and cigarettes. China bar and South Park.

Found these old over exposies from May. Quite likit!

Uh, been such a hormonal freak lately! Before hand; id like to warn sensitive readers, lady over-sharing ahead, mmkay?

So I have one of those inserts, a birth control stick under the skin. It sits there for three years, liberating me from pregnancy and menstruation. All for 32.90 dollars. We like to think of it as a pretty good deal. I just swapped mine the other week (as you can see a few posts back, hehe, eh) and with the old one running low and new kickin in, ive been a wreck! Things in general are quite unstable at the moment; but this whole thing upon it has just been a very unwanted icing on the cake, man.

Going to work Saturday night I was on the verge of tears my entire shift. Took everything so damn personal and just thought everyone was out to get me. Then Sunday morning Im like fuck yeah! Sun is up, pay is good, I look amazing.. what shall I cook for dinner?

And today I was stressing heaps to get to the doctor in time (I fuckin took a cab!), get the stitch removed. I waited 45 minutes. It took 2 minutes to remove it. That annoyed me. It starts to rain, I get wet. No one is free to do things with me and I am staaarving. I want to lay down on the wet pavement and like; fuck the world. Fuck my life.

But theeeeen I jump into mag nation to take shelter from the rain and I find the PERFECT present!! I buy it. Walk down the street, pop into a clothing shop. I spot the perfect skirt! I spot a dress Ive been holding like FIVE times but been like uh, to pricey. Its ON SALE! Then I find another PERFECT present! Same shop! Also on sale! Before all this I randomly buy a book, which I read on the tram home; turns out to be pretty fuckin rad. By the time I get off my tram, the rain has stopped. I pick up some paneer from the local Indian shop and make myself the best fuckin curry soup. On top of the world, baby!

Niggah. Im ill.

So the new job’s great, Im pleased! Like Im rather far from perfect at it now, but pretty dedicated to become sweet as in the very near future.. just you wait! And I’ve got mad spending withdrawals so Im definitely looking forward to mr paycheck. Materialistic shit and delicious dinners here I cooome.

Gotsa save some dineros as well though (lycky that my rent cheaper than a night on the town) cause Im visiting Sweden soon. Yeup! Visa’s running up and it’ll take me few weeks til Im aloud to exist in Australia again. Bullies! But it’s gonna be great anyway, seeing my beloved family and friends, have some Swedish cuisine, freeze my ass off and other cool Swedish stuff. By that time it’s been a year since I had my feet on ms motherland. 12 months. 365 1/4 days. Exciting!

Other exciting news; just saw District 9 and oh yes. That was one dope ass movie. Subtlety similiar to his older work. So gory and yet so political. Two thumbs up, brotha man.

Anyway, gonna have a tea and cigarette with Stuart now and watch some more sci fi (totally in the zone) And True Blood’s comin out tomorrow. How good is that show? I know it sounds gay, but that show rocks my world!