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