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Yesterday once more

On a much more positive note (than the previous post), I celebrated my 27th birthday yesterday. =)

I actually cheated a little bit this year, and started the celebrations at my parents’ Sunday with tonnes of delicious Chinese food the way only Dad can make it, cake and presents. Among other stuff, they gave me some lovely mulled/spiced wine glasses, which really made me want to clean up the mess in our flat (me being the main culprit, not Andreas), and invite some friends over for a looong overdue move-in/cosy winter party.

Andreas took me out to the new, hot restaurant in town last evening, Mathias Dahlgren at Grand Hotel. The foie gras terrine was a small piece of heaven, served with figs and olive oil. And the crisp, fried duck breast I had… Wow! It was perfectly cooked, and the meat just melted on my tongue. I really recommend the place!

And let me introduce you to my new toy, of which I’m the proud owner of since last night (drum rolls…)

Canon Ixus 860IS front  Canon Ixus 860IS back

My old Canon IXUS S400 started behaving erratically this summer, and since then I’ve been looking for a new digital compact. And yes, I refuse to cave in to the DSLR craze that’s overtaken everyone else. I guess I’m just not the kind of girl that likes toting around a colossus of a camera and €1000+ worth of lenses everywhere I go. ;)

After doing some heavy research on everything available out there, and hesitating between this beauty, Canon IXUS 860IS, and the slightly slimmer and funkier-looking Sony DSC-T200, the reviews, forum discusssions, and the fact that this camera was one of the few compacts DP Review even looked at this year, all pointed to the Canon.

And now it’s lying next to me, looking all cute and dreaming of all the nice pictures we will take together, while its battery is being charged in the cradle. *Happy*. And all because I have the world’s absolutely best boyfriend. Thank you so much Andreas!

It’s snowing

A day like this in Stockholm there’s nothing else to do but blast The Verve’s Bitter Sweet Symphony on full volume from Spotify.

God, I miss the French Riviera. About three years ago I stayed at the house to the far left right in the picture, Tamanaco Beach, at Plage de la Salis, Antibes. Every morning, on my way to work, I walked on the newly raked beach, empty of people all until April/May. Sun on my skin, the sound of waves always in the background, …

I really, really hate living in Sweden today.

Plage de la Salis

Breaking up

Dear Facebook,

I’m writing this to say that I think we need to take a break from our intense relationship…

My obsession with you started sometime this spring. At first, everything was sweet and rosy. You were my new best (internet) friend. We hang out every day, and I’d drop everything at hand the very second you needed my attention – be it for a new wall post, friend request, or private message.

You were the best gossip buddy. You stalked a select number of my close acquaintances, and kept me posted about their whereabouts. You helped me share my situation with friends when I didn’t feel like asserting myself on them personally. You helped me poke the boy I fancy. You were my accomplice in a (in the end very successful) girly plot to convince a dear friend of something “mostly harmless”. Simply put, you and I were a great team.

But then, things started to get ugly. You started bringing in tonnes and tonnes of new people to our cosy, close-knit circle. People I hadn’t met for years and hardly knew, but didn’t really want to say no to. My inbox got swamped with notifications about things I didn’t care that much about. You developed an unhealthy appetite for vampires, zombies, aquarium fish, hatching eggs, and other strange and for me totally uninteresting topics. I felt how we started to grow apart. And how me and the friends I really wanted to keep in touch with started to move on to other playgrounds while you stayed behind. I grew increasingly annoyed that you craved so much attention, bugging me with news every 15 minutes. By the time I’d convinced you to stop emailing me notifications constantly, things had already gone too far.

Dear Facebook, I just don’t think we’re right for each other anymore. I’m so sad to say that we can’t continue like we used to back when we were bff. It’s been a great year and we’ve had a wonderful time together. And it’s definitely not you. It’s me. I just can’t handle all the pressure and the overload of information.

And please don’t be sad? You still have 40+ million other friends and are just getting more popular for each day. Others think you’re worth billions ($15B to be precise) and THE star of the internet world. I’m just not right for you. But we’ll still be friends and have coffee from time to time, right?

All my love,
Mimi

Hello (again) world!

First post, first blog. Nowadays, seems like everyone I know has blogged for at least an eternity (which online means somewhere between 2-10 years). I guess I’m a late adopter, for once.

But actually, I remember having an online diary before the term “blog” spread, back in 1999 when I first started uni. However, two major crushes, one serious heart break, several flings, and about a year later, I quit posting in fear of having been too personal. That was before Flickr, Youtube, Facebook, Jaiku, etc, etc.

Fast forward seven years, and I’ve gotten back the itch to write down whatever pops up in my mind. I’m not one of those bloggers whose main goal is to post insightful/interesting/news-worthy material, I leave that to my internet/new media entrepreneur friends. This blog is primarily for me. A kind of venting outlet. My scribble pad.

Let’s see how it goes… =)