More crap for you :)

Self-portraiting myself as a really hardcore ghetto girl

(which I totally am!)



I'm missing my Martin!

But I love to write (and recieve) letters, so I think I'll be posting more of the letters I write and send around to my friends.



Birds & sunsets & summer

Random rim mellem Palle og mig:

Svalerne har unger

og ungerne har dun

Sally har lunger

og lungerne har tun

Ih hvor Palle sjunger

I varmen er han lun

Jeg taler blot i tunger

i sindet er du brun

Mine tanker runger

de vejer flere pund

For dig mit hjerte runger

ej for kat og hund

Efter dig jeg føler hunger

skyd mig med harpun

Uden dig mit liv ej funger
fodr mig med Daloon

For dig mit hjerte dunker
you are my moon

Du har ingen klunker
I hope I'll see you soon

 Sneen ligger i bunker
Let's meet this afternoon


Blind portraits



Usually I don't write anything about me nor my everyday life. I think it's too personal for the entire cyberspace to know (though I don't pretend that that many people visit my little bloggy). Plus, who would be interested in whenever I buy something useless but fancy or when my lessons in school are cancelled? I mainly use this blog as a visual diary.

Anyway, yesterday I experienced somthing a little bit crazy (just a tiny bit, don't get your expectations too high). I was going to visit my old efterskole (Danish kind of boarding school, but much cooler) and a good friend and I decided to hitchhike some of the way (it's starting to become a habit for me, I do it all the time - free transportation and experiences, gotta love it).

After only a couple of minutes trying to catch a car in Nyborg, an Alfa Romeo (daaamn fine car, you know) pulled over. A very young guy was seated inside and asked us where we were going. Svendborg or Langeland, we told him. He hesitated for a moment, and then said "well, okay, let's go."

As we began driving, we realised that it wasn't his original plan to go the neither Svendborg nor Langeland, but only about half the way. Anyway he took us all the way to the front door of our efterskole at Langeland. He told us he was in the last year of high school, only 18 years old, and was a marathon runner. He had participated in marathons in Tokyo, Berlin, San Fransisco and Copenhogen - he travelled there for a week or less, just like that.
It was such a strange thing to get driven around in an Alfa Romeo by a rich guy, who was only a little older than us. Don't think I'm ever gonna try that again - but fuck yeah, I love hitchhiking ♥
Here you have some photos of cars in my street.

I'm doodling my day away



I think I'll be posting more of my drawings and doodles (I know it's crap, but I don't give a fuck, yeah rebel)

Okay, if anyone from my class might read this, please stop laughing already.

I wanna share some music with you made by.. dadadadaaa.. Anders Remmer himself, my Danish teacher. I think he's made music for quite some time now and I've got the impression that's he's pretty huge in the Danish electronic communtiy. That's kinda cool.

He's done some really good solo music, called Dub Tractor. Very dreamish, indiepop, electronic, dub... I don't know, listen yourself at his myspace. There's also this pretty video for the song "And You Are Back." I've bought the album "Sorry" on iTunes and I can't help sometimes thinking of an electronic version of Moi Caprice.

He also makes a third of the band formerly known as Future 3, now called System. They do minimalistic electronic dub music (I hate defining music in genres) and has gotten some really good reviews (so did Dub Tractor). Myspace!



Finally, he was a part of the band People Press Play, you probably know this song, it was in a Nikoline commercial, haha. The strangest part is that I went to a Blue Foundation concert three years ago where they were the support band! I really liked the music and visited their myspace where I also found som photos of them. Then I started at my high school and found out that I've actually been to a concert with my current Danish teacher. I was quite surprised, I gotta say.

This pretty much says it all.

The Other Boleyn Girl just made me cry. Massively.