Summertime sadness.

There is only one thing about Summer that's sad, and that's the fact that there is no new episodes and series to watch. It totally works out with my "out of the house at all times anyways"-kinda schedule I have going on in the Summer, but around Christmas it's the same kind of shit going on with no new episodes, and it's not working out with my "not fucking leaving this apartment in this cold ass weather"-schedule at all.

But you know me, I'm normally not big on complaining, and normally I have a few favorite series to rewatch, but I have rewatched it all now and there is also no new episodes coming any time soon. 

Here the other day I had a 30 minutes staring competition with the wall in hopelessness, that almost ended in a small depression, but I finally remembered that I have seen multiple GIF's from Keeping up with the Kardashians, that are hilarious, so I though it was worth the try. 

 Let just say I'm still open for suggestions for a new series to watch.

They tried to bury us, not knowing that we are seeds

People have tried to fuck me over for years. They have been mean. They have judged. They have told me what I could and couldn't do. I worked even harder to get around the rules. Or just ignored them. Did a lot of that actually. They tried to keep my spirit down, but only managed to fuel my fire even more. Fucking noobs.

I stopped caring somewhere along the road what people thought and said about me, but I used to be pretty stubborn, so anything you told me I couldn't do, I did. Like that one time when I was around 7, and my cousin told me I couldn't stand on that thin ice on the lake we were at.

You didn't have to be a scientist to understand that no one over 2 kilos could stand there, but he told me I could not stand there and I wanted to prove him wrong. Ok, so I was only standing with one foot on the thin ice first, to show him that I could in fact stand there. But when he told me one foot didn't count, I voluntary went through the ice, just to prove a point. I almost drowned in order to prove a point. No one tells me what I can and cannot do.

No one can ever tell me what to do. But still, something tells me that I need to find a bra if I'm ever going out today.

Haters can’t see me, but them bitches still looking for me

Today I'm going out on an adventure, and I will do my part in the effort to change the world for the better. Fight evil with good, and hate with love. Be kind and polite to everyone, not because they are nice, but because you are.

This is this year's Christmas Card, stop hating please, that's all I want for Christmas this year or any year.

Smart has the plans, stupid has the stories.

"We're young. We’re supposed to drink too much. We're supposed to have bad attitudes and shag each other's brains out. We were designed to party. We owe it to ourselves to party hard. We owe it to each other. This is it. This is our time. So a few of us will overdose, or go mental. Charles Darwin said you can't make an omelette without breaking a few eggs. That's what it's about - breaking eggs - by eggs, I mean, getting twatted on a cocktail of class As."



"If you could see yourselves... We had it all. We have fucked up bigger and better than any generation that came before us. We were so beautiful... We're screw-ups. I plan on staying a screw-up until my late twenties, or maybe even my early thirties. And I will shag my own mum before I let her.... or anyone else take that away from me!" -Nathan Young

Some wizdom words from my dear Nathan, to all of you crazy bastards that read my blog. Merry Christmas

Have a very Happy Tropical Christmas

I seriously just closed my eye's for a second sometime in September aaand it's Christmas again. How the fuck did this happen?

I'm just joking, this is how Christmas happens to me every year. A metaphorically and very unexpected slap in the face. And in Malta it's really bad, because there is no snow to let me know that time's up. We have Christmas song's playing loud in the streets 24/7, but it's also 20'C degrees and sun most days. My brain gets totally confused, and so I end up with alcoholic Christmas presents for everyone. It's bailey's and I just bought it at the supermarket. Surprise motherfucker.

Today is actually the day we normally celebrate Christmas in Norway. and I am working. It isn't that bad come to think of it, internet connection is working, I have all my limbs attached and I can chose my own music to listen to, so what's not to be grateful for? I heard Christmas is about the little things and being grateful and shit so I'm trying that this year.

We even got €15 at work for food since we had to work on Christmas, which in my case means all-you-can-eat at Mc Donalds. I can be grateful for that.

Tell me I'm awake, Paradise awaits.

Been out on that open road. Youtube surfing again. Found this Channel(s?), and so far, every song they posted has been added to my favorites. So here you go, my three new favorites on Youtube:

Dr. Dre - The Next Episode (San Holo Remix)

I remember back in the days, 2010 to be specific, when "The Next Episode" by Dre and Snoop fucked everyone's ears over everywhere you went. I thought I would never listen to this song twice in a row voluntary ever again, but guess I was wrong. Thank God for good remixes, and thank God for Youtube Channels like these one. And thank God for that part after 1:30.

ZHU - Paradise Awaits (Part 2 Ft. Goldlink)

ZHU is my favorite whatever it is. This song was actually the song that made me listen to all the other ones, so some cred is in it's right place. The beat is insane, but the singing is a beau as well. "I'm born with the mighty sin. Walking around just talking my shit". And if the song wasn't awesome enough, they casually added a "Thong Song" verse at the end that totally made me admit I liked it. Never happened before. Sober.

Sirena - Chemicals (Addal Remix)

These lyrics combined with this chill beat is so beautiful my soul hurts. I love this kind of music.
I'm a sucker for anything this chill actually. Anything except the weather. 

Let me travel,
Feed my restless soul
Let’s go.
Suffocate the our fear,
and release ourselves my dear.

Story of my life.

Art should comfort the disturbed and disturb the comfortable

What is Art? What is the definition of Art? Is anything you call Art, really Art? What is really a definition? There is so many questions but most important; Does it fucking matter?

No. Of course it doesn't fucking matter. Art isn't about definitions, people's opinions, right or wrong. You cannot point at someone and say "Your doing Art wrong". Fuck you if you think you can. It's like saying that someone exist in the wrong way. What I love most about Art, is that there is no rules. There is no right or wrong. Just do what the fuck you want to do.


I love messy art. Complicated and/or all over the place. I love how interesting it looks. But simplicity can be nice too, because one of the things I love the most is contrasts. Differences. And purple. I fucking love purple.
Contrast's tho. It doesn't have to be light/dark contrast, it just have to be something completely different put together. Like old paintings and rap lyrics for example. Or snapbacks and high heels. I love contrast's in almost every aspect of life. I love how the differences compliment each other, and they often give you a better perspective as well. It actually comes very close to comparing things to each other, but you don't want them to be the same, you appreciate the differences instead. And that's what I love about it.

Art can make you perceive things differently. See them in a new light. Make you rethink something that you were sure of before. It's like having a friendly discussion with yourself. A picture says more than a thousand words, and that's why we can express our self through it so well. You can say it all but at the same time say nothing. Silent noise. 
Art and I have a lot in common. We don't have to be anything. We should be a few things, but we don't have to anything.

Also, Fuck the rules.

No matter where life takes me, you find me with a smile

Pursuit to be happy only laughing like a child.

Was in Norway from Tuesday till Yesterday. When I got there it was -10 C, so naturally I've been fucking freezing ever since. I mean, I've been wearing all my favorite pants at once, but even with three layers it gets cold. It was actually so cold that on my way home, I was wearing so much clothes, that my suitcase was way too empty, and so two of my sculls crushed. Because I bought three sculls, one in cobber, one in gold and one silver one. And two of them is crushed. Fuck me.

But Norway was nice anyways. It's a kind of nostalgic, especially when they only play songs that are 4 years old on the radio. Feels like I never even left. So that's what I've been doing for four days basically. Singing "Call me maybe" loud in the car with my mom. And visiting my grandma.

And hoarded caviar at the supermarket. Because in Norway we have caviar on a tube, like you do with mayo. And I got five of those. Happy as fuck. And I even have super glue for the sculls. Life is good. AND I finally found my camera. Life is awesome, just wait and see. I will have proof.

But not right now. Too busy smiling and laughing, and after the day I had yesterday, I'll be sleeping a lot too.

Happy Wiz Khalifa Day.

I might have been yesterday, and I might not have heard about it till now, but this is something I will seriously celebrate annually. Happy Wiz Khalifa day erryone. Here is the Wiz Khalifa song I've heard most on repeat recently.

I had so much champagne up in the club

And I ain’t come up here and I ain’t looking for love

I’mma leave all my problems out on the floor

I’mma drink so much that I can’t make it home

So would you take me home?

And guess when I heard that when I was back home

Just when I needed it the most, adventure came along and announced it's attendance next week. I'm thrilled. Actually all of next week is going to be adventurous so naturally I'm excited as fuck. Starting with my birthday on Monday and then I'm going to Norway for a few days after that.

It's only going to be a hurricane visit, you know when you just go there and fuck shit up for a few days and then leave, before even realizing that you were there in the first place. I guess I wont be fucking shit up so badly as I would of liked, as I'm only going to visit some family and friends, but I will not settle for anything less than fucking some shit up.

Will in the meantime consider if I should use all of my quota of fuckery before I go home, as my birthday actually presents a valid opportunity for this. 

I have reevaluated the case now and I will for sure fuck things up before I go to Norway instead of doing it over there. Norway is a rather terrible place to fuck shit up actually, when I come to think about it.

Christmas party today will also do. Let's fuck this shit right in the pussy.

You's a sexy motherfucker, introduce me to your mother

No, I don't really want to meet your mother or anything, it's just the lyrics to one of my favorite song's. And if I could ever chose a made up world to live in, it would have easily been this music video. Cause I'm a maniac for this song and this video and Miami beach and old school roller-skates and Polaroids and neon combined with tanned skin and gold and shit. 

And not to talk about the lyrics. They are super simple like all party lyrics should be, but they are so direct and dirrrrty and thirsty and it just works out so well. They even remixed La Roux's Bulletproof and it is one of the best remixes I've ever heard. I hated the original and adore the remix. Hyper crush, hype as fuuuuck.

"She says she doesn't like coke, she likes the way it smells. I told the bitch she was crazy before she went to jail."

Hyper Crush - Sex and Drugs Lyrics

And then there is this video, and song, which is probably my favorite anything. It's called "Fingers up" and is basically about not giving a fuck and then putting your fingers up. It's the most relevant song I can think of, so, watch it. 

It's all I've got to keep myself sane baby, so I ride, I just ride.

If you don't make the time working on the life you want, you'll end up spending a lot of time dealing with the life you don't want.

I want a life where I can feel free. I need it. It's my addiction and I'm always looking for a fix. I am not joking. Not wearing a bra is even good enough sometimes. Because there is nothing that instantly feels more like freedom than letting your titties out after keeping them locked up in boob-prison all day.

But there is nothing quite liberating as traveling places. New places. Doesn't matter if it's by foot, car, bus, train. As long as I am going where I feel like going, and as long as its exciting, it's good enough for me. I actually go on adventures all the time. It's my favorite travel method, and I will probably do it forever if I can.

It doesn't even have to be a new place. You can totally explore a place you have been to before. The key is curiosity. Because traveling without curiosity isn't much of an adventure if you ask me. Not a fun one at least.

But for me it's also a lot about cutting ties. Leaving. It makes me feel free. I never get too attached to something, because in the end all you have is you. And you don't need anything more than that. That's what real freedom is for me. Not being depended on anything but yourself.

I need a new adventure soon. 

If you don't know where you are going, any road will take you there.

I had a dream that I was fine, I wasn't crazy, I was divine

When I finished work yesterday morning, I swear I was just planning to buy a camera charger, but then the stores didn't open for the next 30 minutes, so I had to wait. While I waited I did some window shopping and quickly ended up outside River Island. They had a tee that said "N° one cares".  Fuck yes, on the contrary to popular beliefs I can wait patiently. Or just wait. I can do that. Totally.

After waiting 25 minutes in order to buy this tee shirt, I soon realized I did. Care that is. But it does actually say that. "Number one cares". Not "No one cares". I am number one, and I care. When we are visiting this topic however, I must really insist that I don't care that much. Not about other people, and especially their opinion. OK, so I have a lot of empathy and I care about people's well-being, but not what they think of me.

However, when it comes to clothes it's a whole different story. I care. A lot. I will not wait around for anyone, but I will definitely wait for clothes. If there is no other option that is.

Also I care about Lana Del Ray. Not her opinions, but rather her music making ability. She wrote in one of her songs that she once dreamed about being a beautiful poet, and I can not think of a poet I enjoy more. She made a new song again, and it is totally my new favorite.

I hope your day is as nice as your butt

Today I'm wearing all black outfit, including uggs and over-knee socks and so naturally I am in a great fucking mood. Clothes makes me happy, man. Fuck it. I don't care that the coffee machine broke on the start of my nightshift, or that my apartment is cold as shit all the time because, ehm, knee socks and favorite beanie right now. OK, so I am going to do something about the apartment being cold as shit part, as soon as I find someone who can sell me a heater, but that's actually way irrelevant to my original point. 

I should of taken a picture of this incredible all black outfit, posted it here with the caption "today's outfit" so that I could really show you guys instead of describing it but HEY what fun would that be. The blog needs text too. And I rather want to post pictures like these. 

Dear Santa. Please define good.

Because I am all confused over here and seeing there's only 21 days till Christmas and 13 days till my Birthday, I'm thinking I need some clarification right about now. What if I don't deserve any presents at all? Or what if I do? Will it change the fact that I never receive more than 1 or 2 presents every year anyways? I am not even kidding you. I've mostly bought all of my presents myself the last few years. Since I moved to Malta, Christmas and Birthday presents has been rather non-existent. Or super symbolical. Or money. Or given to me in April. Because that's what you get when you live abroad alone I guess.

But it clearly won't stop me in telling you what I want for Christmas, so here it goes:

I want a Gold Watch 

so I can manage time and space at any point of the day, and don't have to ask Danielle what time it is 50 times every day. Also because there is probably nothing as classy and stylish as a gold watch. Seriously. How come a gold watch is all I need and at the same time the only thing I don't have? Scary.

A Polaroid camera 

so that I can keep my memories, even when I lose the Camera. And the photo's comes out so cool. And they kinda exists as they are on paper and not on a phone. I love this because I can't really have/keep a phone but I still want to take a lot of random and meaningless photos to keep.

Purrple hair. 

Any one who can get me this and they'll be my favourite friend/whatever you are to me. For ever. Especially if you can make it a surprise present. And if so, I want this ish color:

A Trip somewhere. 

Because I hate losing things people get me, so all things that only lasts temporary is great, like a trip or an experience or something you're not supposed to keep forever.

Or a Tattoo. 

Because if I just told you I like temporary things I also mean that I like things that are permanent. Which is the completely opposite of temporarily. I'm leaving you with a wide specter of choices here, please appreciate my efforts.

Anything Mango. 

It's Ze favorite and anything goes. Perfume, body lotion, alcohol, juices, Kool Aid, you name it, I want it. Please.

Something you made yourself.

Because these gifts are the best. 

In case you didn't notice it when I wrote it, my birthday is in 12 days, and it's pretty much the most important day of the year, in case you didn't know. It's also on a Monday this year.