A day of Red White and Blue

These photographs were taken on May 17, 2009, when a friend and I participated in the parade going through Stockholm to celebrate the norwegian National Day.

This is for you, granma~

My Grandmother came to Sweden as a girl to work in the household of my Grandfather's family. She was but a simple Norwegian lass who eventually ended up marrying into the swedish family for which she worked. I am truly happy that she did. She was the most wonderful Grandmother you could ever wish for. Unfortunately, life did not treat her well. I have never met my Grandfather, as he died when I was very young, but I have heard stories of him and I am sorry for what he put her through. He was a cheap old bastard from what I can tell. However, despite of that, despite of all the hard work she was forced to endure without a single reward, my Grandmother still found the strength to smile and bake cookies when her grandchildren came to visit.

I know you did not even recognize me the last time we saw eachother, Mormor, but I love you nonetheless. And I miss you.

xxx

Kamalia

Ice Skating

There is a feeling of freedom that you can get from ice skating that you can not get from anywhere else. It is hard to learn, and most people give up before they even start. However, it is almost like an illusion of flight when you glide across the ice, and once you gain enough speed, you never want to stop.

I love it.

Oh, and I suppose I should say "Merry Christmas" or some similar crap.

Bloody Sunday Shopping

Today has been a good day, which is quite suprising. I had thought that I would be nervous as hell since it's the last day before I start a new school, but I wasn't. It's odd, I'm always nervous before things like that... Maybe the anxiety will come tomorrow instead. Or maybe it won't come at all? That would be nice O_o

Oh well, it doesn't matter. The important thing is that I got to spend the day with Calle. It was our last chance to hang out since he's going back to Umeå tomorrow to continue studying (he only had about a week off from the University) and we used the time to have lunch together and go shopping. I was in desperate need a winter hat so the first thing we did was to go look for one. I think I drove Calle slightly insane as I spent quite a while trying on different hats in front of the mirror at H&M. ^_^;; He didn't complain, but he yawned and rolled his eyes quite often. Eventually, though, I found one that I liked: a white knitted hat with a big pompom on top!

I also bought a black Beret just because I've always wanted one :D

The rest of the day was spent eating thaifood and browsing the shelves of a store called Duka, looking for some kitchen supplies that Calle needed for his dorm room.

Oh, and my mom helped me dye my hair again in the evening. It turned out more red than ever and for a while it looked like someone had committed suicide in my bathtub. "Yay!" for blood red hair dye! XD