Vicious Circle

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This is my life!

I was just watching Så som i Himmelen. It reminded me that I am exactly who I am and I should make the most out of it. This is my chance to live and maybe I shouldn't be wasting life on having lazy Sundays lying on the couch. Or maybe that's exactly how one should spend one's life: in relaxation, drinking coffee and watching Swedish movies. Why waste it on stress? What is the waste here?
That's probably the point. You're only wasting if you feel like you are wasting. Today was not wasted away, despite the fact that the freshest of air that I got was when I opened the window. I'm still wearing pyjamas. And I did get some work done. If washing one's clothes is concidered work.

Gabriella sang, in the movie, that she wanted to feel like she's lived her life. I think I probably have, uptil now, done so, and I certainly hope that I'll be carry on doing so. But sometimes someone needs to pinch you and say: "Fucking hell! Enjoy what you're doing! You'll only do that exact thing once!"

On a lighter note, (A 440 Hz to be specific, I just bought a tuning fork), the only things that inhabit our mailbox are bills from eneco, advertisements for crappy electronics and a thick phone book.

Feel free to change that. I accept post cards, letters, fake-anthrax, love-letters, boxes of chocolate, roses or tulips, lava-rocks or wedding rings.

The address is

Inga Audbjorg
William Boothlaan 7c
3012 vg Rotterdam
the Netherlands

(Post Scriptum:

I just listened to our, our as in Iceland's, tribute to the Eurovision Song Contest in Serbia later this year. It seems to have the exact same theme as this blog and thus Gabriella's Song in As it is in Heaven. Coincidence?)

Quotes from a Friday night

"It was salty, sour and with a bit of lemmon taste. It wasn't bad. I didn't think it was bad"
-Joris Martens whilst talking about the taste of his urine.

David: So which bar in Milano was that?
Christian, describing with his hands: It was... on some kind of corner.

Hunang! Ég er heimili!

He stood there, in a hand-down suit from one of his older brothers, nodding his head to the rhythm of the music. The band was playing some of the old schlagers, ever so popular at the country-balls. He was scoping the young ladies, looking for a suitable target to ask to dance.

There she stood. Quite short in height but attractive all the same, in her pretty blue dress. Should he, or should he not? He waited and watched her, as she sat and conversed with another girl her age. Probably her best friend, he thought and wished that the friend would go away so that he could have a chance to speak to her alone. Why do girls always have to move around in flocks like that?

Finally, he gave up on waiting and decided to approach her no matter what.

"Hi, I'm Kristján. Would you like to dance with me?" he asked her, trying to sound casual and self confident.

"No thank you. I'm busy." It was a definite answer. He walked away, sulking and disappointed.

***

Now, almost thirty years later, they're married, the young man and the best friend of the girl in the blue dress. Second choice? Not at all. More like practice makes perfect I guess...

This couple, my parents, were over here in the Netherlands, along with my brother, supposedly being tourists in Holland, but actually doing more of IKEA furniture building.

A gigant thanks to my folks, little-bro Leifur and Austrian Tobi for helping me settle propperly in my new flat. I now have a bed. I now have curtains. I now have shelves. I now have nice flat mates. It's perfect.

The last 3 days in numbers:

• 1 Icelander
• 2 Austrians
• 2 nights
• 13 pubs
• 48 cans of Grolsch
• 10 donuts
• 1 kilo of chicken
• 7 liters of dubbel vla

...And I am a material girl!

Here are 7 things that make my life nicer these days: (Yes, I realize that this post is stupid, materialistic and yes Oli; probably unsustainable, but sometimes, whilst far away from your friends, family and kúlusúkk (although you have new friends, a new (Maroccan) family and new candy (mmmm... appelkoeken...)) you just need to fill your life a bit up with material happiness).

• My Difrnce Mp3 player 'cause he (yes it's a he, his name is Theophilius) makes my life like a little tailor-made musical.
  
  
• My Lebara SIM-card. Supposedly I'm supposed to be calling back home for 13cent (if I'm calling to a land line). That's 87cents less than at Orange. But then again, I spoke to Bjargey for 6 minutes today and ran out of beltegoed, but I had 7,37 euros when I started. I'm not a big maths fan, but something's just not right here...
  
  
• The piano here at Casa Leisure makes me happy.
  
  
• The gas-warming up units (have no idea what that's called in English and quite frankly I don't bother blackling it...) that now warm up our class room. So now it's just cold. Not freezing.
  
  
• Selma's computer. Poor girl doesn't see much of it these days. She could, if she would just say "Inga, get your fucking fingers of my zebra-patterned Mac!". But she doesn't. And she's not a lot at home these days and her computer gets left behind... And I just hate to see it all alone, lying on the floor and just wanna keep it some company. But anyway, I had kind of forgotten how nice it is to have a screen that actually allows you to look at pictures, have large windows open and such luxury that I haven't been accustomed to since I died on my screen...
  
  
• The green H&M coat that I bought the other day. It's fab! And the pockets are not designed in the way that if one's drunk one will accidentally sit down in a cab and slam the door in the same millisecond that one's 4 days old mobile phone falls out of the pocket. Erm... if anyone would ever do that... ehe...
  
  
• Bollur. The dutch version of cream puffs may not be as big and juicy as the Icelandic ones (but to fill those in who are not lonely island castaways like myself, today is Cream-Puff-day, the day when children spank their parents and get delicious cream puffs for each spank. Our national holidays are special, aren't they?) but that just means you have to eat much more of them. I ate 10. But, honestly, they are really really small...

Appart from material things, there are, of course, a lot of people, consepts and ideas that make my world spin. Be sure of that...

"...and so you felt like droppin' in..."

Every single time I sing karaoke (which, frankly, is not nearly as often as I'd like) I sing I will survive. Maybe I should try to find a less clichéic standard number, but guess that's too late now.
BUT I will never manage to cover Gloria as well as those guys: