Hi! This is to all my swedish friends out there and also all you guys that know swedish. On this webpage all swedes can get free candy:
www.gratisgodis.se
I've already got a lot of candy, it takes some time but the candy is really, really good :)
(If you don't know swedish or don't like candy: I'm sorry - I get free candy for mentioning the website on my blogg.)
TTYL Frida
Saturday, November 22, 2008
Saturday, November 15, 2008
Gymnasium?
I'm pretty sure that most of you people that actually read this don't know what a gymnasium is. But it's a huge deal to me and all the other 14/15 year old Swedes. After 9th grade we have to do a huge choice that is about our future. And it has to be the right choice too. Let's take America or UK as an example. Maybe there is some though choices to make throughout High School but the choice all swedish 15 year olds make can affect our future. One minute your goofing around and the next you're being ansked: What do you wanna do with your life? How are we supposed to answer that question when we don't know anything about life? I think that's to much pressure to put on a fifteen year old. I'm pretty sure that I will be able to handle this but what about those who can't?
I just had to vent my feelings and you probably don't care about this at all. You probably don't even know what I'm talking about, so I'm sorry. Most heard song this week (by me of course): Don't Walk Away - Miley Cyrus.
TTYL Frida
I just had to vent my feelings and you probably don't care about this at all. You probably don't even know what I'm talking about, so I'm sorry. Most heard song this week (by me of course): Don't Walk Away - Miley Cyrus.
TTYL Frida
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Actual HW-hour but I'm bored
Hey guys!
Science homework for tomorrow and I'm kinda bored. Have to write about blood testing and DNA. Since I have nothing to write I'll bpublish a poem by me...
You smile and laugh
scream and yammer
You always want to know stuff
always understand
You can be nice and cuddly
but also stupid and mean
You fight and argue
smile and play
You're my little brother
I love you
As you might of understood, I wrote this to my little brother(s)
TTYL, Frida
Science homework for tomorrow and I'm kinda bored. Have to write about blood testing and DNA. Since I have nothing to write I'll bpublish a poem by me...
You smile and laugh
scream and yammer
You always want to know stuff
always understand
You can be nice and cuddly
but also stupid and mean
You fight and argue
smile and play
You're my little brother
I love you
As you might of understood, I wrote this to my little brother(s)
TTYL, Frida
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Diets and annorectic people
I know this is pretty serious but I'm getting pissed. I'm a bit overweight and I'm working like hell to fix that. And yesterday when I was standing on the buss-stop, waiting for the bus, I overheard two girls talking. One of them looked almost perfect thin body nice face.. You know.. The other girl asked her if she had brought any candy to school and she answered no... Obviously thay were going to have some movie-hour or something so the other girl asked why she didn't bring any candy and she answered that she was on a diet. If I didn't know that I would be grounded and expelled from school and I don't know what else I would of slapped the d*mn b*tch.. And I would use her arm to do it.. God, I just had to vent my feelings so you don't really have to care about this...
TTYL (and probably about something more interesting)
Frida
TTYL (and probably about something more interesting)
Frida
Sunday, November 9, 2008
Short story
This is a story I wrote:
Angel
With the scream still ringing in her ears and the words from the text-message followed by the sequence she just have witnessed going on slowmotion inside her head, Olivia ran for her life through the forest. The branches were like fingers; rasping her bare arms and legs, both stones and roots caused her almost falling several times. She could feel the cell-phone in her left pocket when she ran, it reminded her of the text-message that was the reason of all this, the text-message that she received fifteen minutes ago:
Please get here, someone knows my parents are in Michigan with Laura this weekend, and that someone is banking on the door. Cindy.
And Olivia, who always did everything for her best friend, drove to her best friend’s house. It was late August and even though the clock soon would turn eight in the evening Olivia only wore a t-shirt and small shorts on her slim body. She drove there in less than a minute but it wasn’t fast enough. Olivia stopped at the driveway and ran up to the house, not considering the fact that another car was parked on the street. No one answered when she rang the door bell or when she knocked on the door. She ran around the house to the living room window and looked inside. There, at the middle of the floor stood Cindy, Olivia was about to knock at the window, but then she realised that Cindy weren’t alone. She was staring at someone that was coming from the kitchen, fear were the feeling that filled in Cindy’s eyes. A man entered the living room with a large knife in his right hand. Olivia remembered the feeling that spread through her entire body when she saw who it was. The man spoke up and his voice was dark so even though he was talking quietly the words were able to reach Olivia’s ears outside the window.
- You regret it now, don’t you?
- Regret? No, I’m even more convinced that it was the right thing to do. Cindy’s words were followed by a loud scream and Olivia could hear a vague sound when her best friend hit the floor. The man had stabbed the eighteen year old girl in the chest.
Still running, Olivia saw the scene inside her head were the twenty year old man got down on his knees, lifted up her best friends body and dragged out the knife just to stab her again. She remembered how she had gasped at the sight of the amount of blood pouring from Cindy’s chest. The gasp was detected by the man’s ears. He turned his head towards the window and saw her standing there; the panic hit her like a bus and she turned around and started to run through the forest, she heard a door slam behind her and steps that caused branches on the ground to break.
2 months earlier
- Hi Via, Cindy said while walking in the door.
- Hi Dye, I’m in here, Olivia answered from the kitchen.
- May I ask you what you’re doing? Cindy asked when she saw her best friend covered in flower.
- Erm… I’m making lunch... You look happy, what’s up?
- I met this gorgeous guy…
- Oh my God, tell me everything, Olivia interrupted.
- Ok, his name is Angel and he has dark hair and the most beautiful eyes, and the best of all, he is a poet, well, at least he loves to read poetry… I met him at the café and he gave me his number, oh, Via, I think I’m in love.
Late August
She needed to gasp for air, but she couldn’t stop running, it was only half a mile left through the forest, she could already see the lights from the houses in the end of the tunnel made up of trees. She wanted to scream for help, but her throat was soaring after all the running. The lights and the thought of her best friend’s bloody chest gave her new energy; she didn’t want to end up like Cindy even though she cared for her best friend.
Five minutes later she could see the yellow house, inside were her mother, father and her little brother Jeremy but the man was close now, and he was getting closer. She only had about one hundred metres left when his hands grabbed her braid and with all his power dragged her backwards so she fell on her back. The fall caused her a pain that filled the entire body. He went down on his knees, crossing her waist with his legs and bent over her to hold her still by pressing her hands hard onto the asphalt. The situation gave Olivia the courage and the time to speak up.
- You know why she did it, why she broke up with you. It’s your fault all along.
- My fault? So you believe that it is because of me that bitch broke up with me, well, even if it was, it’s too late to do anything by now.
- So, you think that you didn’t have anything to do with her braking up with you? Oh, please, you practically raped her when she didn’t want to sleep with you and you didn’t let her have any personal life, she had to tell you everything. You know you’ll never get away with this, I’ll tell the police. And if you kill me, well, let just say I told a person about everything you’ve done and that person will most likely witness against you the second Cindy’s parents walk in the door and see their daughter lying on that white carpet, Olivia said and her eyes started to fill up with tears. You will never find out whom that person is, you will get into jail for this!
- Yeah sure, but you know what? I read a beautiful poem this morning. Do you want to hear the last line? His eyes were filled with madness and without considering the consequences she answered him.
- I guess I don’t have much of a choice.
- No, your right, he said and put an evil grin on his face when he continued, okay, here it is, you can’t do this anymore, here and now is where everything will end.
The last thing Olivia ever saw was the devil named Angel and the last thing she ever heard were a door that opened and her mother’s scream.
Angel
With the scream still ringing in her ears and the words from the text-message followed by the sequence she just have witnessed going on slowmotion inside her head, Olivia ran for her life through the forest. The branches were like fingers; rasping her bare arms and legs, both stones and roots caused her almost falling several times. She could feel the cell-phone in her left pocket when she ran, it reminded her of the text-message that was the reason of all this, the text-message that she received fifteen minutes ago:
Please get here, someone knows my parents are in Michigan with Laura this weekend, and that someone is banking on the door. Cindy.
And Olivia, who always did everything for her best friend, drove to her best friend’s house. It was late August and even though the clock soon would turn eight in the evening Olivia only wore a t-shirt and small shorts on her slim body. She drove there in less than a minute but it wasn’t fast enough. Olivia stopped at the driveway and ran up to the house, not considering the fact that another car was parked on the street. No one answered when she rang the door bell or when she knocked on the door. She ran around the house to the living room window and looked inside. There, at the middle of the floor stood Cindy, Olivia was about to knock at the window, but then she realised that Cindy weren’t alone. She was staring at someone that was coming from the kitchen, fear were the feeling that filled in Cindy’s eyes. A man entered the living room with a large knife in his right hand. Olivia remembered the feeling that spread through her entire body when she saw who it was. The man spoke up and his voice was dark so even though he was talking quietly the words were able to reach Olivia’s ears outside the window.
- You regret it now, don’t you?
- Regret? No, I’m even more convinced that it was the right thing to do. Cindy’s words were followed by a loud scream and Olivia could hear a vague sound when her best friend hit the floor. The man had stabbed the eighteen year old girl in the chest.
Still running, Olivia saw the scene inside her head were the twenty year old man got down on his knees, lifted up her best friends body and dragged out the knife just to stab her again. She remembered how she had gasped at the sight of the amount of blood pouring from Cindy’s chest. The gasp was detected by the man’s ears. He turned his head towards the window and saw her standing there; the panic hit her like a bus and she turned around and started to run through the forest, she heard a door slam behind her and steps that caused branches on the ground to break.
2 months earlier
- Hi Via, Cindy said while walking in the door.
- Hi Dye, I’m in here, Olivia answered from the kitchen.
- May I ask you what you’re doing? Cindy asked when she saw her best friend covered in flower.
- Erm… I’m making lunch... You look happy, what’s up?
- I met this gorgeous guy…
- Oh my God, tell me everything, Olivia interrupted.
- Ok, his name is Angel and he has dark hair and the most beautiful eyes, and the best of all, he is a poet, well, at least he loves to read poetry… I met him at the café and he gave me his number, oh, Via, I think I’m in love.
Late August
She needed to gasp for air, but she couldn’t stop running, it was only half a mile left through the forest, she could already see the lights from the houses in the end of the tunnel made up of trees. She wanted to scream for help, but her throat was soaring after all the running. The lights and the thought of her best friend’s bloody chest gave her new energy; she didn’t want to end up like Cindy even though she cared for her best friend.
Five minutes later she could see the yellow house, inside were her mother, father and her little brother Jeremy but the man was close now, and he was getting closer. She only had about one hundred metres left when his hands grabbed her braid and with all his power dragged her backwards so she fell on her back. The fall caused her a pain that filled the entire body. He went down on his knees, crossing her waist with his legs and bent over her to hold her still by pressing her hands hard onto the asphalt. The situation gave Olivia the courage and the time to speak up.
- You know why she did it, why she broke up with you. It’s your fault all along.
- My fault? So you believe that it is because of me that bitch broke up with me, well, even if it was, it’s too late to do anything by now.
- So, you think that you didn’t have anything to do with her braking up with you? Oh, please, you practically raped her when she didn’t want to sleep with you and you didn’t let her have any personal life, she had to tell you everything. You know you’ll never get away with this, I’ll tell the police. And if you kill me, well, let just say I told a person about everything you’ve done and that person will most likely witness against you the second Cindy’s parents walk in the door and see their daughter lying on that white carpet, Olivia said and her eyes started to fill up with tears. You will never find out whom that person is, you will get into jail for this!
- Yeah sure, but you know what? I read a beautiful poem this morning. Do you want to hear the last line? His eyes were filled with madness and without considering the consequences she answered him.
- I guess I don’t have much of a choice.
- No, your right, he said and put an evil grin on his face when he continued, okay, here it is, you can’t do this anymore, here and now is where everything will end.
The last thing Olivia ever saw was the devil named Angel and the last thing she ever heard were a door that opened and her mother’s scream.
Sunday, November 2, 2008
Hanging out
Just waitin' for a TV-show to start and I have nothing to do so I thought it might be fun to write a bit...
Here's a songtext (translated from swedish) I wrote when I was thirteen:
I'll get out, out on an adventure
It's so big
It has no end
I'll get out, out on an adventure
It's so big
It has no end
It's my life
I feel that it's time
I wanna leave my harbor and go away
It's safe and warm
But I'll say farewell
I'll get out...
Even though I'm thirteen
and quite so young
It's time 'cause I realised now
I have to get out
I'll get out...
There's so many years left
and I'll keep in touch
It's so much I wanna see of the world
anything can happen, death is to close
I'll get out...
It's my life
********
So that's it.... What more can I write about... Maybe how awesome it is to have two days of when my old classmates has to rise n shine at 6:30 AM.. LOL :) Well, I'm not sure if all you guys around the world have Autumn break..? but swedish kids do n it lasts for a week but I have IUPs tomorrow and the day after tomorraow so I don't have to go to school = AWESOME :):):)
I have to go now but enjoy this picture :)
TTYL, Frida
xxx
Here's a songtext (translated from swedish) I wrote when I was thirteen:
I'll get out, out on an adventure
It's so big
It has no end
I'll get out, out on an adventure
It's so big
It has no end
It's my life
I feel that it's time
I wanna leave my harbor and go away
It's safe and warm
But I'll say farewell
I'll get out...
Even though I'm thirteen
and quite so young
It's time 'cause I realised now
I have to get out
I'll get out...
There's so many years left
and I'll keep in touch
It's so much I wanna see of the world
anything can happen, death is to close
I'll get out...
It's my life
********
So that's it.... What more can I write about... Maybe how awesome it is to have two days of when my old classmates has to rise n shine at 6:30 AM.. LOL :) Well, I'm not sure if all you guys around the world have Autumn break..? but swedish kids do n it lasts for a week but I have IUPs tomorrow and the day after tomorraow so I don't have to go to school = AWESOME :):):)
I have to go now but enjoy this picture :)
TTYL, Frida
xxx
Saturday, November 1, 2008
Idols and quotes
Me and my mom just had a pretty huge fight. I said that one of the singers she likes suck and then she said that Hannah Montana (Miley Cyrus) didn't represented anything and just were some kinda snobb. So I logged in here to relax a bit...
Quote of today: "Never let the fear of striking out keep you from playing the game..."
Quote of today: "Never let the fear of striking out keep you from playing the game..."
A poem by me
I wrote this when my bff moved and started in another school...
Your the best friend I've ever got
But will you stay forever
My heart is broken when you say you'll move
I don't know where
But I can't say anything while crying
Eventually I manage to say two words
"Please stay..."
Hope you like it :)
Your the best friend I've ever got
But will you stay forever
My heart is broken when you say you'll move
I don't know where
But I can't say anything while crying
Eventually I manage to say two words
"Please stay..."
Hope you like it :)
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