10 lessons of today

Have you ever thought of how much you actually learn in one day? Why don't you type down 10 things you've learnt today as well and we'll make this a tag thing. ;)

Today I've learnt that

1. Cricklewood rail is on zone 3 (therefore I can't take the train from there)
2. Morrisons' Pure set Honey cost as much as the Sainsbury one (£1.73 fyi)
3. Parts of the new Pirates of the Carribbean will be filmed in Greenwhich
4. Getting a seat on the Overground is a survival of the fittest
5. Burberry might get a new suitor
6. The Good Wife runs at 10am at Channel4
7. I know the lyrics to many of the Les Miserables songs (Better than I thought!)
8. Lloyds TSB Highbury corner branch closes 5pm on Thursdays
9. It's most likely going to rain tomorrow in London
10. Listing random things I've learnt today was not as interesting as I initally thought (duh?)

Wish I could make it up by uploading this.

Ciao,
Tiffany

Facetime, good or bad?

I just saw this commerical for iPhone 4's facetime feature. Is it just me or doesn't it sort of have the opposite effect?
In the commericals (there are a dozen of them) the facetime feature is supposed to be a very useful thing and keep people connected, since they can see each other basically whenever and wherever. I on the other hand find the commercials really sad.

Rather than thinking they are lucky to have an iPhone 4 I think it's almost tragic that the father is not with them (the mother and son) on his sons's school play or whatever. Why isn't he there? He should be there, but no he's stuck at work and then the Apple people got the nerve to make them still look like a happy family smiling and making faces.

And have you guys seen the one with a woman talking to her mother while trying on her wedding dress?That one is almost even worse. Why isn't the mother able to meet her daughter in real life to see her in the wedding dress?! Why? It's horrible!

Am I the only one who think it's sad?

Whatever,
Tiffany

I refuse to be sick

So I've been in bed, in my pyjamas, watching tv series on my computer the whole day. I have a runny nose, headache and sore throat. I seriously seriously wish I'm not getting sick. I'm drinking loads of tea and honey and just trying to keep warm in my freezing room.

Please don't make me sick.

Thank you,
Tiffany

I do my best thinking offline

Guys, you have to believe that I really try my best to be a good blogger. I'm really pushing myself not only to update as often as possible but also to write about real stuff (not just whatever crap that comes into my mind)

I always take years to finish a blog post and even then it's not even a good one. It's always afterwards when I go brush my teeth or take the bus when I come up with something interesting to write about. But thne when I finally get in front of the computer I either realize it was actually kinda pathetic or I have forgotten about it. Epic win, right.

Anyway, I've been jobhunting the past week (as my twitter states) and I must tell you it's a total bitch. Where do you find one, huh? Well, then again it might have something with me not being 100% into it. Because to be honest I don't really really want to have a low paid part-time job where people boss you around like the dirt on the floor. And to be really honest I don't really really need the money (of course I could use a few more quids but I survive).

But I looked for jobs anyway, because it was the right thing to do. All of my flatmates work, right, so during these days, as my lessons haven't started yet, I've just been sitting around like a giant baby doing nothing in an empty flat wheras real people have been out there making money and getting experiences.

So far I've applied for two jobs (took some real effort I'll tell ya) and I have absolutely no hope whatsoever. Partly because I know my CV is completely shit because I basically have no experience in anything, but also because I don't really mind if I get it or not, you know, my life will go on just as well as before, and weirdly it feels really good. Why? Because I've always been this jump up person who frets over ever-y-thing! When I buy concert tickets (worried my head off), when I started uni (worried my head off), taking loans (worried my head off), buying stuff online (still worrying my head off), you need more examples? I always worry because I make them into such big deals, that if something goes wrong whether it's undelivered tickets, scams or whatever I can't imagen how I'll handle it.

I always make myself worry too much and that's why for once I feel really good (with other words, I feel kinda mature). Life would be so much easier this way, it's too much pressure to get your hopes too high or put yourself out there with nothing to fall back on.

Sincerely,
Tiffany

Not so miserable anymore

Hey, it's been a while.
As I've been recovering from the horrible fact that the Sweden Democrats made parliament, other stuff have been happening as well.

Firstly, I'd like to announce that I'm going to see Nick Jonas sing Empty Chairs in. real. freaking. life. Yup, I've got tickets to the Les Misérables Concert at the O2 arena next Sunday. I'm beyond excited! You know (you do?) I've been trying to get tickets to the concert since the tickets were released but with no luck (unless I wanted to pay £110) on top of that I was terribly depressed that I couldn't see Nick in the musical.

By some weird force I clicked into Ticketmaster last Friday and just like Harry can fly a broom I found tickets (i.e ones I could afford)! Mixed with overjoy and nervousness I bought the tickets, resulting with me both selecting the wrong delivery method and buying a freakin' insurance I didn't want. Epic win, I know. After an hour of outrage I realized I just had to live with it and learn from my mistakes how stupid they might be.

A friend of mine from Malmö has came to London to start her studies at my Uni. She's living with me for a couple of days until she can move into her student halls. We've been out and about in London as much as we could while the weather has been so great. For example this afternoon was spent in the lovely Hyde Park.


Otherwise I've been trying to go through the huge pile of course books I've borrowed last week. I will not make that mistake to come completely unprepared to a new course again. No siree.

Cheers,
Tiffany

Swedish Election 2010

(photo via hd.se)
It's the Polling day people! Go out and VOTE! Honestly I'm really excited for the election, I'm definitely gonna stay up and watch the counting.

VOTE!

..and then I saw Zac Efron

Me: I saw Zac today.
Sis: WAS HE WONDERFUL?!

There goes my movie premiere virginity to Charlie St. Cloud. I went to Leicester square around 3 o'clock (the actual thing starts around 6) and full preparation for the premiere were at large. As I walked around to figure out the best places I was really surpised to see so many old people (26 plus) , people who have camped (yup, sleeping bag and everything) and so many....men.

Since there were still some good places on the other side I decided to take a turn around Chinatown. I returned with some snacks and were ready to wait those 2 hours for Mr Efron. I chose a place vertically overlooking the red (but blue) carpet.


I sat down against the barricades and started reading a book I'd brought. People started to fill up as the clock drew nearer to 6. I was half frozen when the "celebrities" finally arrived. Lucky me, we stood right were their car pulled up, so we were the first ones to see who it was in the cars. A few kids who apparently were really famous British TV stars were the first to come. After a few nobodies Anna freaking Popplewell came out of a cab a half meter from where I stood. It was my Narnia period all voer again, my heart was pounding so fast.

Not long there after comes Mr Efron himself and the crowd goes nuts. They were all "Zaaaa--aaahhhhh--ac!!!!"
Rather than screaming "We want Zac!" (Yup, he's a piece of meat alright) every other minute I was really jealous of the random people that were invited to the premiere. And I decided that one day, one day I'm going to be one of those having a ticket and walk down the red carpet. You know, you gotta have dreams. ;)

Toodles,
Tiffany

Dear Sweden,

I'm sitting in my room and literally warming my hands on this blueberry scented candle I bought today. British houses are not to play with. Really looking forward to next month when the landlord's turning on the radiators.

I've been settling in and wandering around the neighbourhood, which is a lot livelier than Holloway. They have a lot of small shops, restaurants, bakeries, cafes, banks and whatnot. It's nice. I'm trying to keep myself busy with news reading, keeing up the NY fashion week and such in order to not feel completely guilty for having this much free time (school starts in 3 weeks).

So I know everyone is talking about the election, which is just 5 days away. Although I've already voted, I've been trying to keep myself updated with the debates and so on. There are still a lot of buzz about the possibilities that small parties, well actually one particular, might get into parliament. I think it's scary that a party like that could even be that big. I would be hugely disappointed if the party gets voted in. Sweden for me has always been a really tolerant country, with open and nonjudgemental people.

I want to still believe that, so people of Sweden please don't forget to vote on Sunday. Thank you.

Lots of love,
Tiffany

Nine eleven

Was it worth it?

I mean, was the great mission accomplished? Did they feel proud, killing all of these people? Were they happy? Did they show the capitalists now?

Post Script. About the building a mosque on ground zero. This is the doing of journalism, folks. It's a culture centre 2 blocks from the ground zero. Get your facts right before ranting!

Yours Truly,
Tiffany

Mourning and Moving on [edited]

I would never believed if you told me 3 years ago that in on the 10th September 2010 21:08 I would be laying in a double bed with a brand freakin' new laptop while watching Brittish TV in my own room in LONDON. I would seriously laughed my head off, yeah right. But I am actually and I it feels a little bit unreal. It's a little bit too good.

So let's recap the last 2 days I've been away. Wednesday morning I started with the moving. Packed as much as I could and started my lord-of-the-rings-long journey to the new house, a journey which I would do not less than 4 times that day. Luckily one of my friends could help me. It was absolutely exhausting, dragging and lifitng the suitcase and bags. By the end of the day I had moved practically all of my stuff except the guitar and a few things.

It felt absolutely great to move into the house, into the huge room, into a place with people I knew. The world was a happy place until in the evening I wanted to talk to my family to tell them everything was fine and stuff. I plug in the laptop push the start button. Nothing. Pushes it again. Nothing. WHAAT?!

As I've mourned and moved on (herk, even bought a new laptop), the circumstances are still too weird not to think about them. The night before I was using the computer as normal (for example watching the first episode of Sherlock, which is awesome btw) and I turned it off. The next day I moved it here to the house. What is wrong?! My friend and I brainstormed numerous theories from different electricity to broken adapter. The next thing I was all over Argos website and reserved a new laptop.

I bought a new freaking laptop today and I feel so freaking guilty. I feel like that slutty widow who hooks up with her late husband's best friend at his funeral, you know.

My new lover.

Yours sincerely,
Tiffany

Attention, moving out!

So I'm back in London and I'm doing my best to move all of my things to the new house as soon as possible (my UNITE contract runs out on Friday).

As I've have whined about on my Twitter (I'm completely against it, I'm like DUDE give the workers more money, you cheap basterds!), there was a tube strike today with minimal trains running (my station, caledonian rd, was even closed) and buses jammed with people. I stayed on the safe side and didn't take any kind of transportation today. Instead I packed all of my things, went ot the bank and etc.

Don't be fooled by my relaxed behaviour though, I was freakishly stressed out two days before coming here , dead afraid I wouldn't make it fromt he airport into the city. And I thank the heavens the strike was today and not yesterday. The tube didn't go to heathrow today, not a single train. I can't even begin to explain what kind of disaster it would have been for me to come back during a tube strike.

Anyway, so I'm going to start moving my things tomorrow. It's not going to be pretty, 2 tube changes, a bus ride and hell a lot of stairs. Though I can't be more excited to move the heck out of here.

Cheers,
Tiffany

Bye bye Malmö

I'm going back to London today, going to the airport in an hour now. All fingers crossed the strike tonight won't affect me.

Toodles,
Tiffany

Crap times two

A movie title ending with a "2" is uttermost seldom a good idea and Camp Rock 2 is an excellent example of that.

When the last movie left us wondering if Disney could possibly churn out more shallow, brain-dead movies, Camp Rock 2 takes shallow brain-dead movies to an whole new level, shallow brain-dead movies times two. with a shallower story, even weaker characters (if that even was possible) and worse acting.

Our teenybop stars return to Camp Rock all jumped up on joy, hopes of romance and all of the usual PG rated things. However the smiles quickly fades as they learn that a new camp, Camp Star (I know they really killed themselves with innovation) across the lake wants to compete with them. On top of it they even convince Camp Rock staff and campers to come over to their camp.

Major pressure is put on Camp Rock to stay open and not least the sing off with Camp Star in the end of the summer.

Different from the first movie the sequel hoped to become a "real" musical movie with the characters unaturalisticly breaking out in song every other minute. With the 90 minute movie crammed with songs, it has left almost nonexistent space for a story, character personalities or even dialogue for that matter. I don't think any character spoke for more than 3 minutes at a time. Seriously.

When the first movie failed to convince us that Shane (Joe Jonas) and Mitchie (Demi Lovato) were actually romantically interested in each other. Apparently when the real world see friendship the Disney world see boyfriend-and-girlfriend relationship. The sequel also failed to show their romance until the very last ten minutes of the movie givng us all a "Oh, they are not siblings"-moment.

Although I personally thought the Nate (Nick Jonas) and Dana (Chloe Bridges) were super cute, this relationship also lacked affection and any kind of reality anchoring.

To be honest if a movie could possibly be any more shallow than Camp Rock 2, it shouldn't be classifed as a movie.

Truly yours,

Tiffany

In and out of town

It is time. I'll be going back to London in not less than 5 days.

As usual I have mixed feelings about it, that's the thing with Londonland :P. But this time I think I'm more genuinly looking forward to go back. I'm moving to another place so that's kind of exciting, though the moving in part will be everything BUT exciting. The thing is taking the tube from my old place is extremely inconvenient, i.e I have to change twice and then walk for 10-12 minutes to the house. Pwaah, I can feel the sweat coming already.

It's gonna be nice settling in though because I have another month until school starts. Woooh. I forsee a lot of shopping. Ho ho ho.

So the last few days I'm going to meet some of friends, hopefully buy a pair of new jeans, pack and take some farewell photos of Malmö. :P

Puss och kram vi ses på stan (trans: kisses and hugs, see you in town. Not as funny in English),
Tiffany