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quelle surprise, we had sushi again today, i will never grow tired of sushi
so we went to shinjuku and had le sush and scanned the area a bit in the slight rain.
tonight ive been to shibuya, which is the most amazing part of tokyo (you can see it n practically ever film that features tokyo, lost in translation, babel etc) it also homes the worlds biggest crossing that i have now walked down. it felt amazing. the lights, the 10 000's of people (all young scensters) hanging out. i loved it, an its 2 stops away from where we live, practically magic.
i met up with kayo, terumis best friend who i havent met before but who was adorable. we went to a place in shibuya and had din dins tokyo style (order about 15 different dishes and share total) and severa cocktails, so writing a bit tipsy as i (blog) speak.
kayo
chicks in lift
its now passed 1am and a frickin idiot guy is speaking so loudly that we can all hear what he's saying in the room opposite us so excuse me for a moment whilst i go and dropkick him in the face!
today it was mens choice for the day so natrually (!) said decided that we would go to geek-mecka (ill let you know its name later cause ive forgotten it)
if you imagine like 5000 tech shops and then add a few hundred more in skyscrapers + plenty of otakas (japanese geeks) then you still cant imagine this area.
every building is covered in huge manga posters and other fun japanese little cuties.
everywhere there are manga figurines and comics and games and pink computers and shops that sell maid/sailor/schoolgirl/whathaveyou outifts. natrually that part i liked.
the little chap in the yellow hat was hilarious.
we went to 'super potatoe' which is apparantly a famous geek (ehm excuse me i mean game) shop filled with retro games. now that part was actually loads of fun. i played some crazy retro games and laughed about loads of stuff. i mean seriously, anyone up for a game of manhole? i dont know about you but i sure think that sounds like time well spent. 
ive started to realise that not a day will probarbly pass when we wont visit an arcade so i surrendered to the pressure (that is a hystericly dancing said) and i a. danced b. played guitar hero c. drove a 'car'. we did dance to cesaers palace - jerk it out which is pretty hysterical. i pretty much sucked and said is ofcourse king at anything geekalicious (oh did i mention he used to OWN a machine like that?)
in yet another tech shop
wherever there are geeks there will be plenty of geekporn - hentai
lunch as amazing as expected
cute schoolgirls
find the odd one out!
when we went to get some food from the supermarket i realised they had miffy sushi! MIFFY sushi! ofcourse i went nuts, then they also had 80 cal icecream (ok so its only a tiny cup, but still) so natrually i went straight for the strawberry one
shinjuku - our hood
sakura house in sedagaya - our house
pretty happy (and pretty tired) to be here after traveling for about 20 hours
late sunday night sushi. yo! sushi go fuck yrself!
said is obsessed with playing geeky games, so this is pretty much his mecka
what can i say? after having traveled for about 20 hours we arrived in the most amazing city in the world. we've been out eating the most delish sushi ever! i go around in a state of complete delerious happiness. this city is just absolutey frickin mind blowing. and we've only been in it for a few hours (slept of the jet-lag to go out to get sushi at 10pm, and shinjuku is still completly crowded, but not in an annoying way, the city is so completly alive) gonna try and get some sleep so that i can get into tokyo time.
okey so i dont think it could have passed you by that im moving to tokyo, tomorrow! lycke was just here saying goodbye (anyone who knows me knows that im not good with goodbyes, in fact i normally dont do them at all, it would be more normal for me to just pick up and leave, which in fact is what i have been doing most of my life) i just dont really see the point of a big heartfelt goodbye. i'll see everyone i care about again and in this day and age ill speak to them loads anyway. or as lycke puts it "i know yr a cold hearted bitch but im really emotional about this, gonna cry all night" natrually with a massive glimpse in her eye. and im sure i will miss her too, but ill see her in tokyo or if not then for sure in india next year. the one "person" i am going to miss is jack. my nephew, he is about to become a little boy and i wont see that. considering i have been hanging out wiht him several times a week thats who i will actually miss like crazy. but i will be sending loads of crazy toys and stuff like little totoro outfits for him from tokyo so he'll grow up thinking that he has the coolest aunt in the world. (i ripped the pic from his blog)
saw control late last night (after which i had to a have a several hours long joy division revival) it made me miss manchester but i realise now as i have before that even though i didnt live there at the time (in fact i wasnt born for the best part of it) i miss the manchester that was. i remember when i was about 13, i had this music documentary about manchester and my greatest wish in the world was to move there. i worshiped joy division and it was my dream to live in a grey industrial city where the angst was pulpable and the rain constant. as a 12year old i cut off my long wavy hair supershort and died it black. i just wanted all that was that era to infuse me. having lived in manchester for 4 and a half years i can tell you that even though the accents are the same and alot of the old timers still live there its obviosuly not exactly the same. its a ghost of its former musical superiority. i used to work at dry bar that was once owned by new order only now its become this hangout for old mancunians thinking that the buzzcocks, happy mondays and the stone roses are still the shit! i mean i am one for being a manc patriot natrually but theres a fucking limit which is pretty embarrasing to cross (which is completly erased when a dj that used to be the dogs tuxedo 25 years ago still plays the same playlist as then) reading it it might even sound great, but believe me its not! anyway i do love manchester no doubt, its my 2nd home and hearing all the gorgeous manc accents it made me go a bit wheepie. but mostly the film made me in aw, its a brill MUST SEE! the scene where sam riley walks to the emplyment centre with a jacket saying hate on the back stopping outside to flick his fag away is just one of the best looking scenes, ever! and yes boys and men all over the world, take notes, this is how you sould dress. the style of ian curtis is just disgustingly gorgeous. as it was then, as it is now! i dont think there has ever been anyone to rival my hots for ian curtis as he was but if there could be someone (except for a young bob dylan) it would be sam riley, got fucking DAMN, that man is hot!
cant find a. my frickin' ipod transfer cord (and i cant live without the kills so this sucks) b. one over knee sock ( i love those socks) c. one of the clip on braces for my high waisted skirt d. my shiny winkelpicker ankelboots, wtf? have i left them somwhere? i do have that habit of walking home without shoes but this is ridiculous!
as they would say in the dreamers, im a filmbuff!
so heres a list of films i need to see at some point, im thinking so should you.
+ lars and the real girl
+ margot and the wedding
+ the darjeeling limited
+ control
+ paranoid park
+ the tracey fragments
+ help me eros
+ an american crime
+ 4 months, 3 weeks and 2 days
+ no country for old men
+ into the wild
+ young people fucking
+ before the devil knows your dead
+ deficit
+ the exodus
+ nothing is private
+ the home song stories
+ caramel
+ captain mike across america
+ i'm not there
+ jellyfish
+ secret sunshine
+ it's a free world
+ redacted
+ persepolis
+ heavy metal in bagdad
+ my child could paint that
(wanna know what they are about? check it here - best site ever!)
couldnt fall alseep last night, lying in my bed listening to sigur ros i was thinking a little bit about heath leadger. strange since i never knew him, never met him. but its oh so tragic when someone young dies. i know they dont know what in fact did kill him but probarbly an overdose. it got me thinking about suicide, i once had this boyfriend who made a suicide pact with his best friend, the friend followed through, he never did. at the one year aniversary of his best friends death he was sitting in my kitchen drinking this liquid drug (ghb) that was his saviour at that time.
i think he felt guilty about the fact that he had some how overcome the need to kill himself as a last resort yet his friend hadn't. (ofcourse i could never speak for him, really i have no idea what he felt cause i was pretty fucked up at that time and im not sure i was the best person to lean on since i was to unstable to stand on my own two feet most of the time) i never even met his friend yet i felt completly empty inside. i remeber looking at his skunkpage (a swedish community all the indie kids had) after he had died and it felt strangely compelling. to this day i am haunted by the story of how he was found lying dead in a sleepingbag in an empty flat.
it must be odd though for the family and friends when someone famous dies or commits suicide. i mean i never met heath ledger but somehow it makes me feel sad that he is dead. i remember watching candy (where he plays a junkie who could end up dead any second that it was tragically beautiful) where is the romance in someone so completly fucked up? cause no matter what someone says, it is always more interesting with people on their way down (hello pete, amy & britney- hardly no secret why the length of those coloums) people are attracted to destruction. i know i am.
my friends sister commited suicide not long ago, i never knew her but she was a very famous swedish actress and i remeber getting really angry when she told me that people had been speaking to the press on her behalf syaing things that may not neccesairly been true. another famous actress (/idiot) also created a myspace(!!!!!!!!) for her after she had died. neddless to say this made me want to besh her head in. who goes and does such a thing? who is supposed to stand up for you when you arent there to defend yours and others actions against you. i was lying awake thinking about this for a few hours realising that tragic youth is what creates imortality. is'nt that incredibly tragic in itself?
here you see a prime specimine of my enemy number 1! naturecandy, i dont even know whet its called in english (satancandy?) for the sole reason that when i lived in england i never ate it. now however it has become an obsession of mine impossible to shake. i blame you sandra, i had never tasted this little piece of heaven (not mixed with an aftertaste of angst and guiltridden fatso feelings but what the hey) until i went with you to get some and got a small bag for myself. but lately it has gotten worse, i eat naturecandy every bloody day!!! i can get serious absitence from it, feeling ever so depressed if i dont get my daily dosage. ive started going to the gym and im doing pretty damn well, swetting it out about 4 times a week. but what does it matter when i come home with a bag full of that stuff? and its a massivly lie that its better for you, it may not be full of weird e-numbers or chemicals but it makes you just as fat if not worse. all the chocolate covered nuts, hello, tummys worst frickin' enemy! so me and said has decided that the day we move to tokyo (that would be saturday to you) we will stop all this candy nonsence. cause when i say that id rather be as chubby as i am now and happy with eating candy every day instead of skinny and not being able to enjoy the candy that is pictured i am actually lying through my teeth. i guess i could do with some extra excersise points (!) until then. bless this mess, naturdandy die, amen! oh and heath ledger is dead, that pretty much sucks alot!
this friday me & sara went down to malmö / swedala / lund to see various relatives, first my brother, marie and isa where we had brecky (and then a second play-brecky with isa) after that we arrived in lund (unknowingly) and hour late at my couisins and aunts. we had long discussions about materialsim, feminism and alot of other isms. always great discussions to be had in that house, and delish food every time!
after having eaten and then eaten again we though it was time to eat some more so we went to our newfound fav place 'njutbar' where the bulgursalad is to die for. we pondered on which glasses sara should get, the raybans have my vote every time! in fact i really wanted them for myself but cant exactly justify that right now seeing (no pun intended) as i have perfect eyesight.
i then went back home as i worked saturday after which a handsome man in a handsome car came and picked me up and i had din dins at sara& olle's which was a gourmet dinner and not to mention the starter (ok i will, oven made fresh figs with chevre and reduced redwine vinaeger dribbled over) followed by red wine, more red wine, some poker (i have to say i was completly whipped and lost majorly) and then to comfort myself a little more red wine. about 4am i fell asleep with a smile across my face. im gonna miss sara and olle loads when i go (not to mention a certain little offspring of theirs)
here are some of my personal fav's that i took for emilia & maria and their maginifical club ILOVE! you can see the rest on their blog here
first off ill mention that ive been editing pics for ilove (stay tuned for them) most of last night so i couldnt actually be bothered to spend any time whatsoever on the photos to come, so if your a photosnob well then a. get a life! b. stop looking!
so my last weekend in malmö started pretty abruptly with me getting none to very little sleep since i went into town absurdly early since i was getting a lift with olle who needed to catch a plane. so me, sara and jack spent a morning having brecky at espresso house of all places. and then the shopping begun. in between we felt we were worthy of plenty of lunchin', seeing as we are ladies who shop and lunch best we had sushi and then later the best bloody bulgur salad i have ever had in an italian style delicatess place.
this probabrly means nothing to you, i mean i certainly couldnt care less about other peoples babies but jack is one of the best things to have happened in my life.
and no doubt the cutest (okey enough babylovin')
i felt i needed a tophat - since they are the dogs tuxedo
some luncin' pour-vous?
babylove, my babylove
then after a looong day on the town with my partener in fabolousness, sara, i went to billie vanillie and we got dolled up as always.
i had made my own pvc skirt, you know you love it!
my new glasses were the hit of the night. kalle in glasses
pontus in the glasses
nina in the glasses
have you been bad?
billie in the glasses
us chicks
well its become quite the tradition to take accossiation pictures in black and white (any busy reader of my blog will know this) so here come the words if i can rememeber them..
dont recall
still have no frickin idea? looks like STUPID!
this was like ibiza or something
note how everyone seems to think theres a party going on in ibiza and i just wanna be sick (cause of all the flesh showing faux tanned belly button pierced ear licking vomit provocing girls & boys)
toothpaste
no idea but i like the boob sqeezing billie seems to be up to
drunks (well or us, you choose)
i dont remeber any(thing) of this so you guess.
ah thats helena (she aways poses like that, finger to mouth) me and billie didnt even know we were both doing it
thats me, apparantly i do the pout! WHY I HAVE NEVER!
some random (have no idea what his name was) guy in the glasses
boys, boys, boys
its hard to be this fab hahaha
and then the drinking started hitting heavy
why be happy with one when you could hvave 2, makes no sense! more is more! drunk is the new black!
met this guy from my home town (hell) whom i used to watch skate outside my school
daniel in the glasses (outside some illegal after hours club?)
and then a little obligatory after hours happenings at billie
this watches business is the stuff!
waking up at billies in my clothes after having slept for a few hours, not knowing where i was for the first 5 min we had brecky and watched easter promises, then i went to malins where i practically sted until sunday, we had yummy burgers and watched lord of the rings untl i fell asleep on top of malin snoring away like crazy. on sunday i went for delish brunch with olle, sara, jack and isa and then for some spinning which left me feeling like i was gonna be sick for the remainder of the night. mazel tov! i leave in less than 2 weeks, such is a great life!
true romance: one of my fav films, this is the way i intent to get married, in a slutty 80's alaia looking dress, a leopard jacket, runs in my stockings and with a man with an elvis look. what can i say except yr so cool! and surely no furteher presentation needed. if you havent seen this film, stop reading my blog!
the motel: this film is about a fat little boy who's mother runs a 'pay by the hour' type motel were he strikes up an odd friendship with the beaten down sung kang (who ive totally got the hots for) together they eat chicken, make prank calls to sung kangs ex and have a lonley connection. the music is great since nathan larson made it and i absolutley recommend you see this.
evening: seen the notebook? this is like that but different. end of story. utter chickflick but not in the good slutty lindsay lohan way. booring.
kill bill I & II: ofcourse ive seen them before but lisa and i had a kill bill night. natrually gogoo yubari is the best thing about these films. secondly darryl hanna's nurses outfit. other than that im thinking plagiat rather than tribute throughout. natrually anything quentin does is entertaining at least.
perfume: i watched this solely cause ive read the book its based on by patrick suskind, but this film is ehm pretty silly. the first few moments, the baby being born in all that blood, fish, dead animals, amoung rats and such is preety good. actually made me queezy. but then it never seems to get back to get under your skin all that much even though he murders about 20 women. and the completly ridiculous orgie scene in the end is just the last drop. oh and ofcourse alan rickman is alan rickman, the only role that man could ever play.
shi gan / time: ki-duk kim made this film about a couple where the man seems to have lost sexual interest for the girl so she goes and has loads of plastic surgery to change her appearance completly (!!!) without letting him know. then she starts up a relationship with him not knowing that its atctually her. when he finds out he also (!!) has plastic surgery and in the end they literally cant find eachother. pretty far fetched story obviously but turned out to be a film well worth seeing and i actually liked it.
the nanny diaries: this is a chick flick (ofcourse i knew this downloading it) but yeah if one sunday strapped in bed, bored out of yr mind you have nothing to do, then its fine. otherwise, scarlet johansson, what are you bloody doing??
samaria: also by ki-duk kim is this film about two girls who pick up guys on teh internet and prostitues one of the girls off to them to afford their trip to europe. only theres an issue when she seems to enjoy it, which ofcourse the other one doesnt like since them seem to be in love. but in an absurd turn of events the girl jumps out a window and eventually dies. the other girl then decides that she should return all the cash AND sleep with the guy in question to make up for what the other girl did (how that now makes any sense) which her policeman father finds out and goes on a killing spree hunt for the slightly pedofilic men enjoying the fruits of his dauhter. also much better film than say the frickin nanny diaries or evening, but see shi gan instead.
sisters: totally obcene 'thriller' with chloe sevigny and lou dillon (jane birkings gorgeous dauther you must know). this film starts of slightly interesting but ends so ridiciolous that i was left thining that the entire crew must have gotten date-rape-drugged half way through and accidetnally turned the film into this terrible blood splattering crappy excuse for a film. i mean chloe i LOVE you with all of me, but did you actually read this script? if this was a joke, it might be good, but since it isnt, play tetris or something instead...
sherry baby: maggie gyllenhaal has just come out of prison and goes to see her daughter to regain their relationship, which ofcourse doesnt go too well seeing as she is a. a junkie b. just out of prison. but she does the role of a white trash skank really well (as expected) and the film although FULL with cliches and expected scenes is ok to watch. but i wouldnt do so again
i know who killed me: hahahhaa, i just downloaded this to forward to the scenes where lindsay lohan does her striptease. which is what i did so dont know what its actually about.
stranger than fiction: i have to say it, i really like will farell, i mean i would never admit that anchor man is funny but he is such an expected man sometimes, as here in stranger than fiction, he does the role of a man who hears a running otu loud commentary to his life, by a slightly neurotic author who turns out to be wrtiting a book in real life about him. so it all takes a turn to the slightly more surreal. maggie gylenhaal does a great supporting act and emma thopson is as usual great. this is worth watching.
shoot 'em up: i LOVED this. i only like the type of action that is so fucking ridiculous that it could never happen in reality. you know when jason statham seems to never get a scratch on his car, when matt fights with a pen, a magazine, a book. he's like the fucking mcgyver of fighting. anyway this movie is such bad taste it turns into a gourmet meal at the ivy. in the opening scene clive owen takes on a massive gang, killing some of them with a carrot, whilts delivering a baby and doing the most ridiculous stunts. and on that line the action beridden line continues. the best scene is where he manages to fuck monica belucci whilst shooting up a room full of bad guys and whilst rolling around etc making it pleasureable for her. seriously this is the man for me! and oh paul giamatti is in it and I LOVE HIM. so underestimated. almost in the league of philip seymour hoffman. see it and youll understand!
reign over me: i was so sceptic to this as adam sandler tries to go 'serious' thinking it would just be another jim carry in endless sunshine of the spotless mind. but this is far better. the soundtrack is ok and the photo pretty good. adam plays a man who lost his family in one of the 9/11 planes and is in compleeet denail about it until he bumbps into old collage friend don cheadle (a black man called alan johnson which is EXTREEEMLY funny if you ever watched the brilliance that is peep show) anyway, they seem to help eachother out even though its not the easiest.. some predictability but still a completly ok film.
melina & melinda: seen it before but decided to re-see it. the new woody allen films are actually much better than the old ones i think. less neurotic and woody always panicks me out a tad. but this is a good film, a sunday film. and will farell is great in it. chole sevigny has that completly blank expression once in a while which an upper side manhattan women seem to have and that is just what woddy allen seems to love depicting in his new films. rich upper class sods.
one wonders who the FUCK allowed this to go unsued??
ive managed to loose 4 kilos somehow. just 10 kilos to go to my dream weight (and 7 to my realistic ideal weight - lets not go fucking nicole on eachother shall we). today i made to most drop dead shambolicly delicious latex skirt that ill wear on friday being the photographer at ilove. so be there!
think they might have had a bit of bowie pumping on the stereo?
well since im leaving for who knows how many years (again) i am saying goodbye this friday at my most fabolous girls emilia and marias club ilove where ill be dancing like its 1989, taking pictures and boozing it up with various miss-you's. bee there or be (not seeing me for a loooong time) somewhere else.
get a place to live in tokyo - check (pink house in shibuya)
get vaccinated - doing that today, encefalit, polio, tyfos, hep b (the nurse lady seemed scared that i was leaving this to the last minute but then was kind enough to let me in on the secret that you can "rush" the shots.
get some heavy duty sleepingpills for the plane - got a phonecall booked with my doctor who has always given me teh good shit in the past so im not worried
insurance - really i would never have thought of it until said parented me into it. im not really the insurance type of gal (neither the vaccinated typ, hense why ive left that so long thinking that its not THAT important)
sell more stuff on ebay
having said that, naturally id do kate anyday, although id spit in her face for vv's sake. 
i need to get my leopard fez for then! 
so i cant be bothered to summurise the rest of 2007 with pictures (if yr interested yr more than welcome to flip through my old bloggings) i cant be arsed with thinking about the past when i have such an amazing future ahead of me (how queezingly cliche did that sound?) anyway, all i do now i scheeme mine & saids world domination. prepare to be fucking amazed (aswell as insainly jelaous!)
