One week of inconsistant blogging and you start to get worried? Glad to know I'm missed. Simple explanation: tired of running to 7/11 while I'm waiting to get internet hooked up at home. The beauty of the Stockholm housing market: second hand contracts. Your lifeline (i.e. the internet) is dependent on someone else filling out the proper forms.
Oändligt bra plagg. Och just nu behövs de i Istanbul. Fantastiskt kallt här. Snön yr runt husen. Jag älskar det.
Kylan är det jag saknar av Sverige.
Förresten, Curiosa: Har du någonsin sett något land med så få TV-kanaler per hushåll som Sverige? Jag har inte träffat någon utanför Norden som tar mig på allvar när jag berättar om hur få kanaler folk har.
Hehe, that's a word and an item that I've totally forgot about, and it's been erased from my vocabulary since my 10 odd years in Japan. I wish I had a pair now though, because it's frozen-banana-hitting-needle-cold here now. They've got their own version of langkalsoner in Japan, but they are neither tight, nor elastic. After five minutes they start to crawl up your legs, and another five minutes later you'll have a nice bundle around your thighs. -Sucks! Mom! -Send me some "real" langkalsonger!
Kommissarie F. Curiosa is a female detective in her mid-twenties delving into the baffling yet somehow tantalizing mystery of the Swedish male in Sweden's chilly capital city. She's a modern-day Mata Hari, infiltrating the grisly underworld of dating in a foreign country.
During the course of her investigation, Curiosa discovered that blogs about dating are an excellent way to get dates. Of course, none of her dates were actually with the strong, silent, Nordic type. Her romantic attention was soon captivated to a fellow expat blogger, who took the interesting and unconventional approach of writing odes to Ullrick. Turns out, the way to a girl's heart is through her cat.
This resulted in a suspension of Curiosa's investigation of the strong, silent Nordic type, but not to fear, her new relationship provides plenty of 'blog fodder', much to the dismay of her significant other.
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Tycker att du bloggar lite väl sporadiskt nu, vännen. Var har du tagit vägen?
My dad gave me långkalsonger this weekend. Nice present :)
One week of inconsistant blogging and you start to get worried? Glad to know I'm missed. Simple explanation: tired of running to 7/11 while I'm waiting to get internet hooked up at home. The beauty of the Stockholm housing market: second hand contracts. Your lifeline (i.e. the internet) is dependent on someone else filling out the proper forms.
Oändligt bra plagg. Och just nu behövs de i Istanbul. Fantastiskt kallt här. Snön yr runt husen. Jag älskar det.
Kylan är det jag saknar av Sverige.
Förresten, Curiosa: Har du någonsin sett något land med så få TV-kanaler per hushåll som Sverige? Jag har inte träffat någon utanför Norden som tar mig på allvar när jag berättar om hur få kanaler folk har.
/Sven (bosporen.se)
Sven: Australien har: SBS, ABC, 7, 9 och 10.
Inte heller så lajbans.
Hehe, that's a word and an item that I've totally forgot about, and it's been erased from my vocabulary since my 10 odd years in Japan.
I wish I had a pair now though, because it's frozen-banana-hitting-needle-cold here now.
They've got their own version of langkalsoner in Japan, but they are neither tight, nor elastic.
After five minutes they start to crawl up your legs, and another five minutes later you'll have a nice bundle around your thighs.
-Sucks!
Mom! -Send me some "real" langkalsonger!
Can't live without them! Totally underappreciated! And as you can see on your pictures they can be hot too!
My two favourite swedish words gotta be:
Tråkmons
and
flummig
These two words says everything about the people in Denmark, and of course they don't excist in this boring country.
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