June 7, 2009

Today is the international Lolita day.

Schizo-Lolita

A particular thread in the Swedish Gothic Lolita Forum has gotten me thinking. It was about whether or not one's personality dictated what the person wore on a daily basis. Personally, I believe it could have been the beginning of a very thoughtfull discussion, however, thanks to a few select indivuduals, whose names I shall not divulge, the whole debate took an entirely different turn from what I had expected.

Due to my own fatigue and unwillingness to repeat the entire discussion here, I shall simply tell you the conclusion I came to based on their rather... moronic ideas. As many of you know already I have a rather peculiar habit of adapting my way of acting in public depending on what clothing I am wearing. For example, when I wear something that leans more towards the sweet style I can be completely happy go lucky and bounce off the walls once I have ingested enough sugar. In contrast, when I wear a more aristocratic outfit I adopt a more regal behavior and would not be caught dead jumping up and down. To me, this is just a fun thing to do, to adopt a slightly different personality that goes better with the clothing. It is just another way of acting. However, according to a great number of people participating in that discussion on the forum, you can not possibly dress in happy looking clothing and bright colors without actually being happy. And if you dress in dark clothing you must, of course, be very very depressed.

So, with all of these "facts" that these highly educated indivuduals have provided me with, please note the irony, I have realized one thing:

I simply must be schizofrenic.

Truly a Weekend of Frills

This weekend has been more wonderful than I could ever describe. It started with a sleepover with one pf my very best friends, whom I later on dressed up as a girl. The next day the fun continued with a big Lolita picnic and a trip to Stockholm's biggest themepark, Gröna Lund where my sister and I ran around and rode the Merry-go-Round and many other things while the others took pictures, mingled and ate a lot of sweets. It rained a little during our picnic but fortunately the weather cleared up later in the evening. And as if that was not even enough, two of my friends stayed at my house that weekend and we had a very cozy movie night before going out on the town on sunday.

Also, as I do not belive I have mentioned this, a very nice girl, known as Treeworshipper on DeviantART, came to Sweden this weekend and we spent quite a lot of time together on both saturday and sunday. She and her friend even came with us to Hanna's abode to watch Nana on sunday night. Unfortunately, all good things must have an end and so we said goodbye to them on the way home and then I was forced to say even more goodbyes the next day since both Evelina and Cissi had to go home again.

Oh well, no need to dwell in the past. I had a wonderful time and I will leave it at that.

Photographs from Sunday~

Hanna~

My favorite dress~

She looks so good in brown~

Cissi~

Evelina~

Photographs from the Saturday Picnic are to follow.

My sister and I~

Gorgeous people~

Yarr! There be pirates!

So sweet~

So cute~

He makes such a good girl~

Little ol' me~

All of the photos are in a slightly tumbled order since Blogger does not like me. But please, bear with it. From now on Sunday comes before Saturday!

I feel like I am falling apart again....

I need someone - anyone, to talk to. Not necessarily about what has bothering me... I just do not want to be alone at the moment.

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

Dedicated to Norwegians all over the World

Norway won the Eurovision Song Contest! On May 17 too! How that happened I have no idea, but congratulations anyway.


xxx

Kamalia

Mother Dearest

I hate you, you infernal woman! No matter how many tears you fake or how many diseases you claim to have I will NOT pity you! The entire world does not revolve around you, so just because I say "No" or "Stop" it is not a personal attack against you. It means that I am not the least bit amused by whatever it is that you are doing and that I want you to stop! It is that simple. Stop letting it go to your head and think about everyone else's feelings for once instead of just your own!


Sorry about that... I'm not in a very good place right now.


xxx
Kamalia