Wow! Long time no see! (Although it might only be me who reads this blog by now?!)

I just visited a blog who's made by a friend of mine: http://www.karlekochrespekt.blogspot.com/ and got inspired to write something again. Also I figured I really must use the fact that I've been given such a good looking blog, so I might aswell show it off, hey?!!

I've just got back from UNI, where we've started to write our first essay this week. I'm writing together with some classmates about the aftercare for people with drugaddictions, who's spend time within cumpolsory (institutional) care. As we've read about bad results of recovery for people with drugaddicions who's been forced to institutional care, we were eager to see what's actually done to make a progress in this matter. Therefore we've interviewed social workers to get their insight and perspective. We taped it and it's my duty to write it all down so we can read it. According to our supervisor an interview on one hour will take approximately eight hours to write down...meaning I better get started. Hopefully I'll be able to sort myself out and write something else about the results of our essay or at least write something about anything, in order to keep this blog alive.


Have a great week!

This weekend Agaton, our dog, puked on the carpet. He doesn't do that very often, so I was surprised. Both my sister and I are totally without skills when it comes to dogpuke and our parents have gone travelling. So...the best thing would be to fix it before they get back home.

So...if anyone out there have any old fashion housewife trick on how to get manky stuff off carpets, please do get back to me!

hmm...I was watching this show on TV tonight, which I usually find quite amusing, it's called STINA. It's like one of those shows where only certain interesting people get invited to in order to get thoroughly interviewed.
As the guests politly, but with true hesitation, answered the well thought out questions about different crisis and traumas in their life, I just felt so sad.
Yes, i know they're famous and yes, i know they get paid for it, but they're still exposed to an audience not interested in change and justice for theese peoples lives but in sobby-stories...? What's the purpose of those shows, books etc, honestly?

How many of those storys do we need to feed ourselves with before taking action? Or is it actually more true that most of us never even considered taking any action what so ever? But to sit here, in our (in my) comfy sofas, as keen observers...I don't want to do that! I refuse to do that!...So I guess I need to get stuck into it, here in Malmö. That's the thing, isn't it - To start! Let's not get numb but to start!

Ohh...I feel bad now. I haven't been blogging since 3rd of february...shame on me! But I have, kind of, been busy. Mainly with school, as usual. This course is really heavy and I thought that for once I'll try to start and read my books in the beginning of the course. Usually I save it until a few weeks before the exam, which also increases the stress. I do think I work better under abit of stress though...

I've had a wonderful, nice and realxed easter where I got to spend plenty of time with my parents and sister. The spring has arrived in both Småland & Malmö, which make people and the cities lit up in a different way.

Last night I met up with a few friends to worship and this particualr lyric kept on ringing in my head long after we'd left my friends house:

Yahweh (God) you're a Lion
fighting for my life
Truth is in your eyes
You are light

The thought of having a God who actually fights for us amazes me.

Today i went shopping at Åhléns. My main mission was to get a nailpolish that was nice and shiny aswell as strong. So i asked one of the staff. She claimed she knew exactly what i was looking for. Since she seemed so sure i trusted her advice.

When i later applied it looked really odd. It was like small hair in it. Very strange...So instead of shiny my nails are now hairy. Great. That probably explained the strange grin the lady gave me when i left the shop...hmmm

After housegroup i walked Helén to the bus. All of a sudden there was this little creature crossing my path. It looked really stressed and frightened as it hurried past with a fast speed. I decided to follow it but quickly lost track. As I turned around I saw two little terrified eyes, pleading for me to leave it alone. I watched it for a few seconds and was surprised that I cared fore it.

I've never felt compassion for a rat before. I realized that the main reason for my interest in it was probably because I've just seen animals in leads lately. Finally I got to see one running around loose, although lost & scared, but free!

Today i was dancing around my flat listening to Tingsek. I highly recommend it!