To accompany the release of Sandbox’s new film Shine On, Transworld has posted yet another full part from last year’s release All Day, Every Day.

This time around, check out what Jake Kuzyk, Etienne Gilbert, Max Ritchie, Andrew Burns and Rube Goldberg were putting down last season, and just imagine what they have in store for the new film.

And don’t forget to check out Sandbox’s online store for fresh Brain Buckets, threads, stickers and Shine On on DVD.

Kul….  Igår var jag och raffe och spelade fotbollsturnering, som vi vann   5-0   1-0   1-0.
Men sen då? Jo vi satte oss i bilen och skulle backa ut från parkeringen och BAM! Under tiden som vi satt oss i bilen och gjort oss redo att åka, så har nån jävel satt en lyktstolpe bakom bilen!! Hur hinner man det?
Hur som helst är man en bakruta fattigare, men en trasig kofångare rikare…  Dyrt…
Fråga mig inte varför jag inte såg stolpen.. Vi var trötta som fan, och stolpen stog snett bakom bilen till höger… Så det var väl någon balk i vägen.. Men gjort e gjort, å onödigt var det!

Just det, sa jag att jag inte kan stänga bakluckan pga den där jävla kofångaren som ärbucklig? Nähä… så är det i alla fall..

//K

Fy fan va dammigt!!

Jaha, nä nu var det fan dags att damma av den här gammla bloggen igen!

Får se hur länge jag orkar den här gången….

Och anledningen till att jag gör detta är:

1) Jag har inget bättre för mig….

2) Följande utmaning!

Raffe / Henkes utmaning!

1. Hur gammal är du om fem år?  33, bara 7 år kvar till Pension!
2. Vem var den sista du träffade? Rafael
3. Hur lång är du? 184 cm.
4. Vilken var den senaste film du sett? Angels and Demons med Tom Hanks, sådär va….
5. Vem ringde du senast? Semun
6. Hur löd ditt senaste sms och till vem? “Okej Muune” till min sambo.
7. Vad är dagens planer? Spelat fotboll (torsk med 2-5) jobba, sen ut och käka med jobbet.
8. Föredrar du att ringa eller skicka sms? SMS
9. Är dina föräldrar gifta, sambos eller skilda? Skilda.
10. När såg du senast din mamma? 12 Juni
11. Vilken ögonfärg har du? Blå
13. Har du någon gång hittat en katt? nej
14. Vilken är din favoritplats? Soffan hemma i Nacka eller Fortaleza i Brasilien.
15. Vilken plats föredrar du minst? 444′an mot nacka en varm sommardag!
16. Var tror du att du befinner dig om tio år? Oj… förmodligen hemma i Hälsingland med Ungar, hund och Kåk.. Om jag inte blir roxxtar förståss!
17. Vad skrämde dig som barn? Min storebror Göran… Och “Nattflaxxa” (fladdermus på Falamål) men jag viste ju inte att det var fladdermus farmor menade.. jag såg framför mig någon gargoyle liknande best som åt små barn
18. Vem fick dig att skratta senast? Min flickvän Agneta, vi skrattar otroligt mycket åt… jag menar med varandra!
19. Är du för ung för att äga vinylskivor? Nej jag ska ha en defleppard skiva nån stans..
20. Har du stationär eller bärbar dator? Båda delar Varför nöja sig med en
21. Sover du med eller utan kläder på dig? Beror helt på vilken agenda jag har när jag går till sängs.
22. Hur många kuddar har du i sängen? Fyra, jag har två. Agneta två.
23. Hur många landskap har du bott i? Tre, Hälsingland och Södermanlnad och Bohuslän
24. Har du någon gång spytt på fyllan? Jepp
25. Föredrar du skor, strumpor eller barfota? Strumpor.. i skor…
26. Är du social? ja, massor
27. Vilken är din favoritglass? Magnum Mandel
28. Vad skulle du göra om du vann en miljon? Betala av lånet på lägenheten å resa nånstans!
29. Tycker du om kinamat? Vist
30. Tycker du om kaffe? njaeää
31. Vad dricker du till frukost? Vatten… eller Mjölk då och då.
32. Sover du på någon särskild sida? the dark side. ( skämt å sido ) jag sover nog mest på min högra sida.
33. Kan du spela poker? Ja det tycker jag.
34. Tycker du om att mysa? Yes! Mysa 4 President!
35. Är du en beroendemänniska? tror inte det… det närmsta jag kommer ett beroende är väl Pepsi Max så antar jag.
36. Känner du någon med samma födelsedag som din? Japp, 2 stycken jag gick i skola med, Anna-Karin Halvarsson och Evelina Svedman! Och Micheal här på jobbet!
37. Vill du ha barn? Absolut! 2-3 stycken minst!
38. Kan du några andra språk än svenska? Får alltid beröm för min engelska, sen pratar jag Flytande Norska såklart. utöver det!?  niet!
39. Har du någonsin åkt ambulans? Ja
40. Föredrar du havet eller en pool? I sverige, pool. Söderut, Hav!
41. Vad spenderar du helst pengar på? Prylar!
42. Äger du dyra smycken? jovars,några stycken.
43. När känner du dig lycklig? När jag får vara med människor jag tycker om och när jag får skriva och spela musik.
44. Vad var det senaste du stoppade i munnen? Knäckebrödmacka med Ost, Skinka och Gurka.
45. Vem är den roligaste människan du känner? Mig själv! (narcicist much?)
46. Välj ett ärr på din kropp? Har ett ärr på höger ringfinger efter en katt som heter Pappis.
47. Vad har du för ringsignal? 6:00 am – Dream Theater
48. Har du kvar klädesplagg sen du var liten? Niet
49. Flirtar du mycket? Med Agneta hela dagarna! Annars, niet!
50. Vart togs din profilbild för din blogg? Hemma
51. Kan du byta olja på bilen? Ja
52. Har du fått fortkörningsböter? Nej
53. Vilken var den senaste bok du läste? Brisingr av Christopher Paolini. Bok nr 3 i Eragon serien. (Ja filmen suger, men böckerna är mycket underhållande)
54. Läser du dagstidningen? Sällan
55. Prenumererar du på någon veckotidning? Niet!
56. Dansar du i bilen? “Dansar du i bilen?” What the hell kind of a question is that??? Hur fan ska man kunna dansa i en bil??? Rattlås å Farthållare! Sen är det bara att stuffa på!
57. Vilken radiostation lyssnade du på senast? p3
58. Vad var det senaste du krafsade ner på ett papper? En sångtext som dök upp i huvet under ett videokonferensmöte här på jobbet.
59. När var du i kyrkan senast? Skolavslutning årskurs 5 i Järvsö, 12/6
60. Vilka personer utmanar du? Här säger jag som Henke, “alla som orkar svara på 60 frågor!”

Alles!

/KJ

Well, it seems like the truth did stir up some commotion. Hmm, i wonder why?

I’m wondering if anybody is looking for explanations now. Has anybody been hurt by words just thrown out there due to the lack of any other physical activity? Ahmmm..well now you know how it feels.

Details of everybody’s reaction, as I get to witness it, will be updated on a first heard, first told basis.

P.S. I love my bf and he loves me. Who loves you today?

Last night, as i was showering myself, I got to thinking, like I always do, about caring. Of course it was triggered by a conversation I had earlier that day, that total pushed me off the edge, but nonetheless, here are my thoughts on it.

Why is it that no matter what happens in our lives, even a little thing as being flipped off by the dude you didn’t let pass you, we always feel the need to tell someone about it? I noticed that i always have this need to tell people about every event taking place in my life, not even considering its worthiness or interest to the one it’s being told to. And this doesn’t stop here. I actually expect people to care about what I have to say, to comment, and of course to feel for me.

Well, that was old me. Now-a-days I try to keep stuff to myself because I just now realized that “every little thing” I care to share with the ones around me, eventually comes and bites me in the ass. It is very ironic how people seem to remember all the things that they’re not supposed to.

So anyways, I’ve been told that I am way to careless about my choice of words when it comes to expressing my interest or disinterest towards a particular topic or event, or comment, or whatever. This is true. I do not choose my words very wisely among friends. I don’t even know why for sure, I just know I don’t. In my little head, the logic is simple. I don’t need to sugarcoat myself around people that already know me. It makes me feel like a hypocrite, so I just don’t.

Even though I should probably change that, and be more sensitive about people’s feelings and expectations, I probably won’t. I’ve developed into who I am, and there is no more changing me. I don’t even think I want to. I might be harsh with words, but my intentions are never bad.

The truth of the matter is that everyone of us has something that they should change but they don’t. This is my thing. The way I accept my friends for who they are and how they are, I want and expect the same thing from them.

So, for all those who I have offended in the past with my crude way of commenting, just know that it will happen again and again, and you should have gotten used to it by now.

All those who know me, know for a fact that I’m there when I’m needed, and I always will be, no matter which way I express myself.

P.S. I think it’s totally fucked up when people give you fake sympathy, or fake interest, or fake attention.

So, this weekend i hope to have some time to myself. I’m not sure why, since all week i was by myself. On Saturday, once i started cleaning and stuff, i actually noticed that i have plenty of stuff to do around the house (mostly throwing stuff out) and i could keep myself busy. Too bad people already planned their weekend at my house.

So Ramona and the kids came over on Saturday, and every time i spend more than a few hours with them, they make me not want to have kids (jk). They’re adorable and i love them, but the fact that they do whatever they want, and they don’t listen until you’re actually in their ear, threatening them, just gets to me. It is frustrating as hell to see a 5 year old kid totally ignoring you. You’re powerless.

We managed to get away from the house for a few hours (Ramona and I) and when we came back, the house looked post Katrina; clean up was in order before bed time. I think it would drive me crazy to see them throw stuff on the floor, and I’d be constantly behind them picking stuff up. I guess i say this now, and later, motherly instinct or laziness, or “i don’t care” will kick in and I’ll be fine with it.

On Sunday my mom’s friends came over with grilling meat and drinking intentions. They spent the whole day with us, and it wasn’t as bad as i expected. They kept most of their stupid ideas to themselves, and i didn’t get too agravted. One thing they said, that i just have to mention, is the fact that they believe that the US is just going to print more money to get out of debt (yeah, i had tears in my eyes).

Even though my house was full of people for the whole weekend, i still felt lonely as hell. Every time i go somewhere i seem to notice all these happy couples everywhere, and i get such a craving for a relationship that i would marry somebody tomorrow, just to assure myself the constant company. Ironic things is that a few months ago i had somebody, and i didn’t like it. So now, do i want it because i can’t have it, or because only now i realize what i had, or is it because i need some time to get used to my single self? I wish I’d new so i could stop obsessing.

Another week, more time to just be.

Luni a plecat mama mea spre the mother land si de atunci eu am fost lasata in grija casei si a locuitoriilor ei. Nu e mare lucru, adevarat, dar am observat ca a intrat o anume rutina in viata mea si nu sunt sigura daca e bine sau nu; la anii mei?

Dimineata la 6:55 imi urla ceasul desteptator si cu o lene cat o turma de oi la pascut, ma intorc si apas orice buton numai sa se stinga. Nu obsinuiesc sa lenevesc in pat ptr ca risc sa adorm din nou si sa nu ma mai trezesc pana dupa masa. Il imping pe benjinator de pe mine (se pune unde ii pica lui bine, chiar si la mine in cap) si ma dau jos din pat. Ca in filme ma intind si ma studiez in oglinda din fata patului ptr cateva secunde, dupa care deschid blinds-urile de la geamul de langa mine si merg in bucatarie sa dau drumul la masina de cafea.

In timp ce mi se prepare cafeina de dimineata vin inapoi in camera si ma indrept spre baie ptr rutina de dimineata, spalat pe ochi, dinti, fata, si ocasional imi mai pun partea dosala si pe tron ptr cateva secunde; sa ma asigur.

Vin inapoi in camera si iar il mut pe benjinator ca sa imi pot face patul. A devenit asa de lenes dimineata incat nici macar nu isi ridica curul de pe plapuma, chiar daca trag de ea. Dupa aceea, deschid dulapul si ma uit la el vre-o cateva minute incercand sa imi amintesc ce am purtat ieri, sa nu port azi din nou. Il inchid, fara nici o idee, si ma duc la sertarul cu tricouri si imi iau unul de acolo si blugii de pe coshul de spalat haine si ma imbrac.

Inapoi la bucatarie ii pregates breakfast-ul la Leti (care doarme of course), imi fac cafeaua cu lapte si ma uit ca Benjinator si Pauli sa aibe de mancare si apa, inainte sa plec de acasa, spre munca of course.

De obicei ies din casa la 7:15, imi pornesc masina, stau 2 minute sa ma trezesc ca lumea si dupaia plec. La 7:30 sunt la lucru, si a inceput ziua.Rareori sunt late, mult prea rar.

Uneori timpul trece mai repede, alteori parca sta pe loc, dar la un moment dat se face ora 11 si trebuie sa merg repede acasa sa ma asigur ca Leti nu a dat foc la casa, sau s-a facut pierduta prin vecini. Ajung acolo, daca a mancat o intreb ce face, daca nu, ii dau sa manance, il scot pe benjinator in curte, si daca mai am timp mai mananc si eu ceva pe fuga, daca nu, in masina, in drum inapoi spre lucru.

Ajung inapoi si fac cumva sa imi pierd timpul pana la 3 jumate cand merg acasa. Cand ajung acasa ma uit in dreapta si in stanga sa vad daca ceva nu e la locul lui, si il pe Benjinator ptr a walk. Dupa vre-o 20 de minute vin inapoi, si daca nu e nimic de facut ma pun in pat, incercand sa bag un afternoon nap. Uneori reusesc, alteori nu; in ultimul timp cam deloc.

Restul zilei decurge cu niste tv, chestii pe langa casa (ieri am taiat iarba), udatul floriilor seara (ptr mama mea ca eu as cam uita de ele), dinner, un dush, si somn.

Si dupa vre-o 8 ore de somn iar se aude strigatul ceasului la 6:55 si totul se repeta ptr o alta zi.

Abia astept sa se intoarca mama mea!!!

Sfârşitul acesta de săptămână, care a trecut bine-nţeles, a fost plin de ieşiri planificate si neîmplinite. Ca de obicei defapt.

1. The Gay Fest/Parade – A plouat toată ziua si nu am mai mers. La prieteni le-a fost frica că ploaia îi va topii.

2. Picnic la Biserică – Asta nu a fost prea planificat, dar se pare că a fost o atracţie destul de mare, ptr că ne-am strans cu toţii acolo.

Note: Am fost total dezamăgită să observ că tineretul cu care am “crescut” aici in America a cam dispărut. Nu ştiu ce s-a intâmplat cu ei, dar nu am vazut decât vre-o 2 sau 3, şi chiar nu am aşteptăm la asta. Eram în chef de o reuniune si nu am avut cu cine. Tipic.

3. Poze – Un atempt la care am dezamăgit cu desăvârşire. Rezultatele pe flickr.

În  mare, sfârşitul ăsta de săptămână a fost groaznic. Nu am realizat nimic din ce mi-am propus şi de fiecare dată când văd pozele făcute (nu sunt multe) nu imi vine să cred ce văd. Arăt ca o scroafă care e in procesul de a fi indopată ptr tăierea de crăciun. Dacă pozele ar reflecta cine sau ce sunt, nu cred că aş avea chiar aşa mari probleme cu ele, dar they don’t!!!!!! Poate e un clişeu, nu ştiu, dar ştiu sigur ca nu arăt aşa, nu sunt atâta!! E trist.

Nu ştiu ce să mai zic. It sucks. Mă apuc de scris. Sunt inspirată.

P.S. Scrisul ăsta mă cam disperă!! Sunt sigură că am uitat sa schimb vre-un ă sau ş sau dracu ştie ce mai. I edited like 10 11 times already!!

This day of Thursday i barely got my lazy ass out of bed. This is not me folks, not at all. Usually i get up before my little alarm clock even whispers its first wake up call, but not today. For some reason, lately, i actually sleep way beyond my wake up time. I get to work late, and i don’t care.

So today i actually have to work, sad as it sounds. I’ll do my best to actually work, although i doubt i’m going to get much done; just no chef.

I haven’t found out anything about my health condition yet, and i think it’s weighing on me a little.

That’s all folks!

It was over, finally. I was so excited.

I met my mother and together we packed the remainder of my things. I was supposed to stay and clean up, i promised the old lady when she came up to me to remind me, like every year, that i have to clean up. She begs me. This was the last time i was going to see her. It was a little sad, but it didn’t bring me down. I was excited to leave; as excited as I’ve ever been.

I met up with some old friends, and there he was. He came too. He looked at me with a smile but didn’t say anything. What was there to be said? He didn’t know i was leaving. I wouldn’t stay for him, would I? Would he want me to? Ahh..it doesn’t matter; I’m leaving and I’m happy and supper excited.

As I was leaving he came up to me and kissed me; he took my breath away. I was as stiff as a grave stone in a 1000 year old cemetery. Somebody told him I was leaving; i could feel in his kiss that he didn’t want to let go.

He wanted to stay by my side, but that was not possible. I had to go back to the office to take care of some last minute things. I’m not sure what the hell was going on over there, but it was a mess. I turned a couple of times and it became night. My head was screaming at me to get out, to go see him before I have to leave, and I just didn’t move.

I tried to escape, to go to him, but it was too late.

It was nice to feel his touch, to feel his need for me, but it was all a dream.

Just some thoughts.

The day started off ok, the sun was shining, the damn bird was driving me crazy since 6:00 am, but it was ok. Woke up, breakfasted, and went to the flea market. I love going there. You can find all kinds of collectibles, and of course other stuff that will just clutter your house, but you just have to have it.

It’s also said because you see older people trying to make a living by selling their belongings. You pay $1.00 for something that is priceless for them. I don’t know how they manage to part with their memories for basically nothing.

I actually overheard somebody saying that they made $60.00 that day. I don’t even know what to say about this. I’m sure it speaks for itself.

We also visited the German Fest, had a beer and a thuringer sandwich and went home.

An ok Sunday, until I got home and I was informed that somebody died. A long time friend.

I don’t blog over the weekend, because I just can’t get myself to touch a computer. It’s too much. It’s addicting. So here is the overview (for those who care).

Friday,

Even though I knew better, I still bought tickets for the Sex & the City Premier. It wasn’t the first show of the night, so I figured it wouldn’t be that bad. It was. It was absolutely insane. I’ve never seen so much “pizdareala” (cum le-a zis bf) in one place. The movie started at 9:45 and we got there at 9:20. By that time all the bitches were drunk, and this is how they looked like:

Btw, they figured the occasion was worth a nicer ride than the Chevy they have to their name, so they rented limo’s. How cliché.

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Woke up early, like 8 am (which is damn early for the weekend) because I had to take my car to the mechanic. My brake sensors were fucked. Got there, left the car and went to my cousins to babysit. Every time I go there I always say it’s the last time, I’ll never do it again, and I keep coming back. Why? Who knows, I’m deranged I guess. She always tells me just a couple of hours and once she is gone, she never comes back. One time I was there for like 6 hours, even though it was supposed to be just a couple.

Whatever. I took the kids, went to the beach, to the park, and had some McDonalds. It was nice. I love them.

Gives me an insight into being a mommy, and it’s not that bad. It’s all about the way you treat them. If you’re nice, they’re nice. If you scream, they scream, etc.

The evening was uneventful. Home, sleep….and probably some “family time” in between. Or not. I don’t remember.

So, yesterday was my first day back to the gym. I haven’t been a visitor since I don’t even remember when. How very sad for my joints and my overall appearance. I am on the path of remedying that. I spent only an hour there, but for my first time, in a long time, i think i did good. Of course my body is aching now, but i feel good about myself.

So today is Sex and the City night..i hope i won’t be disappointed.

Sorry Ade, but i will comment on it. I’ll try not to give away too many details.

And for everybody else, don’t judge, i’m a girl after all, and i do enjoy sex and a drink, in whichever order.

Muah!

Ja då passerade en månad till utan att man skrivit nått..
men här kommer det

Jag har nu totalt sett gått ner 22 kg sedan början på Mars, Jag känner mig otroligt pigg och alert hela dagarna
Det känns jätteroligt! Jag och Raffe åker till Brasilien i 4 veckor nu på fredag! Och jag längtar något så kopiöst!! För alla er som vill följa mitt och Raffes äventyr på nätet, ni kan klicka här för bilder och video etc..

Så på fredag styr vi kosan mot ekvatorn och varmare breddgrader!
Men först måste jag ut på stan och köpa lite nya kläder och ett par skor.. Alla byxor bara hasar av rumpan nu för tiden, but I donät mind… I don’t mind at all! Sen har jag klippt av mig håret oxo för alla er som känner mig vet hur långt hår jag faktiskt hade..

För er andra så slänger jag upp en liten “före” bild här.. “efter” bilden får ni när jag kommer hem från Brasilien när jag är lite solbränd

Och efter?
Den som lever får se!

Oj oj, det var längesen nu igen som man skrev nått…
Men det har vart så sjukt mycket i mitt liv just nu som jag vart tvungen att ta itu med så jag har inte orkat nått annat…

Desvärre har man blivit singel igen.. Men så är livet och kanske var det bäst såhär? jag vet inte…
Men tungt är det i alla fall.. Men jag har fått chansen att börja om. Jag har börjat träna jag har börjat skriva musik igen så efter regn kommer solsken antar jag.

Det känns i alla fall bra med träningen i allt det här.. jag har tappat nästan 10kg sedan i Mars och det känns helt underbart! Jag är så taggad att jag vet inte vart jag ska ta vägen! Jag vill bara träna mer och mer och jag har inte kännt så här på flera år! Och jag vet att när jag når min målvikt ligger världen för mina fötter!

I’m gona be rich and famous baby yea!

Orkar inte sitta här nu när solen skiner ute! l8er!

Bye!

 ”What am I gona do? Be a traffic cop?” *waving my arms around*
Priceless!

Som min gode vän och broder Raffebrasse skrev i ett inlägg i sin blogg,
Så är det ganska skrämmande vad man kan göra med dagens teknik!
Men det har inte alltid vart så hightech!