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Friday, 29 October 2010
THINGS THAT I HATE
1. People who blindly follow rules without questioning anything. Just accept everything how it is. Old shitty rules that I always question and refuses to follow if I think they are inapropriate. ( Can be at work or just in general)
As long as people behave like that it would never be any change or democracy in society.
2.The old fashion hierarchy system at many french workplaces. Perversely designed to torture life out of the employees. In Sweden your boss is someone nice that helps and motivates you and that you have fun with. Someone that does not only help you to grow in the company, but also as a person.
In France your boss is (often) a sadistic pervert that want you to know your place. A very small person with 0 knowledge in management in any form and so, so afraid to loose even a tiny bit of he's power.
Absolutely ridiculous.
3.Prejudices and preconceptions about people you absolutely don't know and never met.
(As long as they haven't done anything to you personally, such as seduced your boyfriend, etc)
My rule is: never judge someone before you met and talked to them personally, no matter how much bullshit you've heard about the person before.
4. Rude, dumb people you absolutely don't know and never seen in your life that disturb you, claim your precious time by starting to talk to you in inappropriate ways and places like in the street, in the metro, etc. (This almost exclusively happens in France)
Leave me the fuck alone! I dont want to be bothered by some ugly lowlife trying to hit on me everytime I walk around alone in the street. What do they think? That I'm gonna stop, talk to them, smile and take their number?
I wouldn't even touch them with a stick even if they were the last person left on earth. It's just so extremely rude to force yourself into another peoples private space like that. Occupy their time with pure bullshit. The only thing I feel like doing in those situations is to fountain puke on them.
5.Liars and cheaters- No comments.
6.People who are standing still on the left side in escalators. Comeone! We had escalators for about 100 years now, what is it that is so hard??
7. When people try to tell me what to do, and try to know my life better than I do.
"You shouldn't wear so much make up" and stuff like that. Comeone, YOU shouldn't wear that ugly shirt, those yellow teeth and that attitude. Thank ya'. I am a grown up woman and can decide for myself. Thank ya again.
As long as people behave like that it would never be any change or democracy in society.
2.The old fashion hierarchy system at many french workplaces. Perversely designed to torture life out of the employees. In Sweden your boss is someone nice that helps and motivates you and that you have fun with. Someone that does not only help you to grow in the company, but also as a person.
In France your boss is (often) a sadistic pervert that want you to know your place. A very small person with 0 knowledge in management in any form and so, so afraid to loose even a tiny bit of he's power.
Absolutely ridiculous.
3.Prejudices and preconceptions about people you absolutely don't know and never met.
(As long as they haven't done anything to you personally, such as seduced your boyfriend, etc)
My rule is: never judge someone before you met and talked to them personally, no matter how much bullshit you've heard about the person before.
4. Rude, dumb people you absolutely don't know and never seen in your life that disturb you, claim your precious time by starting to talk to you in inappropriate ways and places like in the street, in the metro, etc. (This almost exclusively happens in France)
Leave me the fuck alone! I dont want to be bothered by some ugly lowlife trying to hit on me everytime I walk around alone in the street. What do they think? That I'm gonna stop, talk to them, smile and take their number?
I wouldn't even touch them with a stick even if they were the last person left on earth. It's just so extremely rude to force yourself into another peoples private space like that. Occupy their time with pure bullshit. The only thing I feel like doing in those situations is to fountain puke on them.
5.Liars and cheaters- No comments.
6.People who are standing still on the left side in escalators. Comeone! We had escalators for about 100 years now, what is it that is so hard??
7. When people try to tell me what to do, and try to know my life better than I do.
"You shouldn't wear so much make up" and stuff like that. Comeone, YOU shouldn't wear that ugly shirt, those yellow teeth and that attitude. Thank ya'. I am a grown up woman and can decide for myself. Thank ya again.
Thursday, 28 October 2010
Tuesday, 26 October 2010
BIG IN JAPAN (ANE BRUN)
Winter's cityside
Crystal bits of snowflakes
All around my head and in the wind
I had no illusions
That I'd ever find a glimpse
Of summer's heatwaves in your eyes
You did what you did to me
Now it's history I see
Here's my comeback on the road again
Things will happen while they can
I will wait here for my man tonight
It's easy when you're big in Japan
Aah when you're big in Japan-tonight...
Big in Japan-be-tight...
Big in Japan... ooh the eastern sea's so blue
Big in Japan-alright,
Pay! -- Then I'll sleep by your side
Things are easy when you're big in Japan
Oh when you're big in Japan
Neon on my naked skin, passing silhouettes
Of strange illuminated mannequins
Shall I stay here at the zoo
Or should I go and change my point of view
For other ugly scenes
You did what you did to me
Now it's history I see
Here's my comeback on the road again
Things will happen while they can
I will wait here for my man tonight
It's easy when you're big in Japan
Aah when you're big in Japan-tonight...
Big in Japan-be-tight...
Big in Japan... ooh the eastern sea's so blue
Big in Japan-alright, pay!
Then I'll sleep by your side
Things are easy when you're big in Japan
Monday, 25 October 2010
LITTLE DEUCE COUPE BY THE BEACH BOYS
Here comes a childhood memoy I for some reason started to think about:
When I was little, maybe around 10 or 11 I had a great imaginaion, a wild fantasy and was full of adventures and crazy ideas.
One thing was that I really wanted to be a detective.
I was so little so I didn't really know what being a detective really meant, but I did my best to become one anyway. I had a friend I used to hang out with a lot at this time, a girl maybe one or two years younger than me. We started a detective club together. It was my idea. We called ourselves detectives "falköga and snabbfot" which in swedish means kind of "hawkeye" and "quickfot". I was quickfot cause I was really fast when I was little, I was slim and had long legs for my age and I could run pretty fast.
We were sitting in my room preparing interviews and plans on how to spy on suspicious people in the neighbourhood I remember. We had a few specific guys much older than us, like in their 30's maybe, that we thought were particularly suspicious and behaved very strange and mysteriously...
We had some simple equipment which consisted of a tape recorder, a microphone and a notepad. With that we went to the local grocery store and waited for our victims to either enter or come out from the store. When they entered we sometimes followed them to see what they bought as a part of the investigation and when they came out we stood there ready with our taperecorder and microphone to interview them with what seemed to be "normal questions"to them, but was for us important clues of the mysterious suspects.
We asked what their favorite food was, what they favorite color was, what their favorite TV show was and so on, but also where they lived and if they had a garage where they lived, what kind of car they were driving, etc. Everything in order to get as much important information as possible so we later at night when it was dark could look for their houses and go and spy on them some more...
This was so fun and exciting I remember and we were so sure to reveal those poor quite normal guys as some sort of massmurder freaks which had children kidnapped and trapped in their garage!
Ofcourse we had code names for all of them. It was important to never call them by their real names I remember, so that no one could know who we were talking about if they found out notebooks or something. I specially remember one guy that we called "Peter". A tall skinny man in his 30's, who lived alone and was some kind of a loner. We followed him like crazy for like a week and spied on him every evening completely sure of that he at any moment would take out a dead body from his freezer or somthing like that. Ofcourse that never happend more than in our imagination and I almost feel sorry for the poor guy that was just a normal buddy that liked american cars and girls and I remember until this day when I first interviewed him outside the grocery store one day and asked him for his favorite song:
-"Little deuce coupe by the Beach Boys!" he answered with a smile. Me and Falköga looked seriously at eachother and thought it was a very, very suspicious answer...
When I was little, maybe around 10 or 11 I had a great imaginaion, a wild fantasy and was full of adventures and crazy ideas.
One thing was that I really wanted to be a detective.
I was so little so I didn't really know what being a detective really meant, but I did my best to become one anyway. I had a friend I used to hang out with a lot at this time, a girl maybe one or two years younger than me. We started a detective club together. It was my idea. We called ourselves detectives "falköga and snabbfot" which in swedish means kind of "hawkeye" and "quickfot". I was quickfot cause I was really fast when I was little, I was slim and had long legs for my age and I could run pretty fast.
We were sitting in my room preparing interviews and plans on how to spy on suspicious people in the neighbourhood I remember. We had a few specific guys much older than us, like in their 30's maybe, that we thought were particularly suspicious and behaved very strange and mysteriously...
We had some simple equipment which consisted of a tape recorder, a microphone and a notepad. With that we went to the local grocery store and waited for our victims to either enter or come out from the store. When they entered we sometimes followed them to see what they bought as a part of the investigation and when they came out we stood there ready with our taperecorder and microphone to interview them with what seemed to be "normal questions"to them, but was for us important clues of the mysterious suspects.
We asked what their favorite food was, what they favorite color was, what their favorite TV show was and so on, but also where they lived and if they had a garage where they lived, what kind of car they were driving, etc. Everything in order to get as much important information as possible so we later at night when it was dark could look for their houses and go and spy on them some more...
This was so fun and exciting I remember and we were so sure to reveal those poor quite normal guys as some sort of massmurder freaks which had children kidnapped and trapped in their garage!
Ofcourse we had code names for all of them. It was important to never call them by their real names I remember, so that no one could know who we were talking about if they found out notebooks or something. I specially remember one guy that we called "Peter". A tall skinny man in his 30's, who lived alone and was some kind of a loner. We followed him like crazy for like a week and spied on him every evening completely sure of that he at any moment would take out a dead body from his freezer or somthing like that. Ofcourse that never happend more than in our imagination and I almost feel sorry for the poor guy that was just a normal buddy that liked american cars and girls and I remember until this day when I first interviewed him outside the grocery store one day and asked him for his favorite song:
-"Little deuce coupe by the Beach Boys!" he answered with a smile. Me and Falköga looked seriously at eachother and thought it was a very, very suspicious answer...
Sunday, 24 October 2010
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