Well. Tee and the tightest jeans ever. Now I'm sitting here in a pink wesc ready to go off to figureskating, my bus leaves in a couple of minutes. Thought I'd sit on the café for an hour and do some homeworks, drink Chai and listen to Kent ♥

Sorry for unanswered comments. I will answer them all as fast as I get time but I won't be home until 22:00 so it won't be today. But thank you all for your sweet comments. It makes the bitterlady inside of me so happy ♥

Red and Magenta, oh so lovely! Kind of back to the 80's look. Missed out on a pair of stunning sunglasses though.

My computer's crashed. Freakintastic have to say. I had my whole life on that god damned computer! Senegal, Croatia, Schooltrips. . . everything. I think I need a cup of "Gamla Söder" tea and 10 sandwiches because - again - I haven't been eating for the last 22 hours. Doesn't matter anymore though, if it was 2 years back in time it would mean losing 4kg and get all depressed but look at me, I'm all fatty fatty and happy at the moment ^_^!

[For my swedish readers]

Att tjäna pengar på sin blogg är inte särskilt svårt, du behöver inte ha en blogg med tusentals besök för att få ett extra klirr i kassan. Jag har precis blivit medlem här och per varje varvad medlem tjänar man 40kr. Dvs. 10 värvade medlemmar och du är 400kr rikare + att du kan sätta in annonser som du kan dra in flera hundralappar på.

Önskade du att du kunde shoppa kläderna du vill? Ha råd med ett kilo extra lördagsgodis? Tsha. Klicka bara på bannern ovanför och börja tjäna pengar!

I saw a carboardbox with pocketsale and I've heard a lot great stuff about this book so I thought what the hell, I need something relaxing because I've been on the edge all week. I could probably use a spa weekend but a great book and my favoritetea will have to do.

The tea is epic. Passionfruit and apple. My both favoritefruits EVER! It's a funny story actually. . . as you may not know I'm half kenyan and half swedish and in Kenya they've got so much passionfruit you can bath in it and in sweden we've got so much apple that we could probably make a new gigantic ocean of apples. Sweden should be called the big apple, not New York. Okay, the funny thing is. In Kenya apple is one of the most exotic fruits it's all wow there. Here, Passionfruit is probably one of the first things that hit your mind when you hear the word exotic. All we want is passionfruit, all they want is apple. Both are my favoritefruits, unfortunately I'm allergic to apples, esp. my favorite apple; Granny Smith. Last time I ate it was before I was going to Senegal and I ate it with a Malaria pill (which I'm also allergic to). I think I've never been in such a pain, my tummie hurt so bad I couldn't walk. Damn apples!

Dude I just want icecream and a great movie, it is really all I want at this moment. Instead I'm infront of the computer, listening to "Sunday bloody sunday" on a fridaynight. Something about this feels pathetic. Just to make my friday a lot more better my tv doesn't work and my internet is way to slow to stream. I didn't make it to last class in school today and it feels like I'm going down. The airplane is stalling, now it just requries one hekk of a good pilot and you know what I am? I am one hekk of a good pilot so I'm gonna steer this up and climb.

SOURCE.
I can't belive I'm actually getting a bag from S&P. It's the bag of my dreams. It will probably be the first of my dreams NOT coming true in an airplane. I've had three dreams coming true. See a cockpit by night. Have a conversation with a pilot. See an Airbus A380. They all happened in an airplane. My other three dreams is getting accepted into UWCSEA, fly a piper and get accepted into UWCSEA and move to Singapore!

Still trying to figure out what's with Singapore. . . just a town I fell inlove with. Marina Bay. Gosh.

I'm sorry for nemas posts. Guess ya'll been dying without me, haven't you? Well monday was figureskating and yesterday was eating pancakes and studying the american revolution with my two braincells, aka, friends. 
I've been feeling sick and tired for a while now so I can't say I'll post more because I'm not lifting my ass off this chair to go out and take egopictures when I can barley lift my ass to do important things. I'm just going to throw myself a pityparty and everything will be fine again. Can't decide which movie to watch though. . . sadness.

PICS FROM WE♥IT.

There's papers all around me. I have that kind of frustration where I need chocolate or need to be taken on a vacation to the place of my dreams. Days like these ain't doing no good to my laptop when the internet is so slow it's making me suicidal. And. . . . I figured . ..  or read that boarding applications for UWCSEA has to be made in Singapore or if I'm lucky, they will do interviews somewhere. . . atleast in europe! Feels pretty shitty to take an 12hrs airplane ride somwhere, do the interview and go back home. Well. . . guess you can stay for 3-4 days and explore Singapore. Still not feeling any better. And what if I'm not accepted? Then I just threw 20.000 in the lake. Halle-freakinglujah! :)

You don't want life to be like a movie when it can actually be real.

You are fact, movies are ficiton.

When I came home from Senegal I came home with a new experience but I also came home saying "Well it was one hekk of a great experience to live in a supersmall room with two people and not having water and electricity 24/7 and having to run down to the well to fetch some water and it was fun. I'm just not going to go back to that country again" But when I look back at pictures I miss all the colors at L'île de Gorée. And I miss the little Art markets. Dakar was actually cosy somehow ♥

WHERE CAN I FIND THESE STUFF?

The blazer from H&M and a pair of pink jeans from Gina Tricot are actually on my wishlist. Can't wait for my birthday! Since 15 is a "special" number I can wish for bigger presents. Not that I am. Just from pa'. A bag that is so expensive I'll wear it with guilt that I didn't use the money for poor children in Africa. And mum is paying my next visit to the hairdresser! Dad was talking about a scooter but since I have no plans at staying in this contry, putting 30'000 on that just doens't feel neccesary.

I love mine. I think family is the greatest piece in life. I can't imagine not having a family and if I just could I wanted to have the biggest family in the world. Create a family where every parentless children can have family. 
Well. I've been talking to this family of mine and seems like I am applying for United World College in Singapore and I just overheard dad talking to our guest "Fatima wants to go and study in another country. Ofcourse it's a great experience for her and I'll indulge her that but I'll miss her" 
Well I can tell you. I want to experience all that cool stuff while I'm still young. At first when it was only a thought I was all like "Ah so cool, freedom" now the thought is scaring the crap out of me. Flying all alone to the other side of this world and live there for two years. Just a week without a family for me is sad. Now we're talking months without them. Tickets to Singapore ain't the most cheap tickets so I'll probably only be able to go home for summer and christmas.

Wow. I can't belive I'm applying for college in Singapore. . .
I have so much hope today. I've heard the best thing your teacher can possibly tell you. I've won money on a lot. I'm writing my CV. It's 18 days more until my 15th birthday. I'm REALLY FREAKING HAPPY!

Naive dreams some say. Goals for the future I say. I just catched myself watching a list of things I'll need at boardinschool. I soo need to discuss this thing with my dad and I so ned to get a job. Well I'm the new pro at accounting . . . I spend a cup of days last summer working at dads office with his accountant. I'll also work at home, earn 500 SEK / week. All I have to do is keeping the house clean as a cleaned mirror. (Yeah great comparison) and I might even find myself a proper job with a salary of atleast 5000 SEK / month. 
Man I need to fulfill my dreams . . . starting with go up and read about the American Revolution!

Well atleast it was a couple of shots and I guess my camera needed it.

I don't know what to write. Just that I'm so tired of this town I want to burn it down and I'm so tired of the darkness and I'm so freaking tired of the rain and the snow and the rain after the snow and the rain before the storm and the snow in the storm. If I can't make it to UWCSEA I have no idea what to do with my life. It's like when you finish a whole serie and you don't know what to do with your life anymore. That is really my feeling right now because moving to Singapore means money and if I can't get the money there will be no Singapore.

I think my biggest concern is that I won't be accepted . . .

Wow. This shit feels like a lottery.

The cold just almost killed me, but I just survived. Still dreaming away to better days ♥
(Thanks to Matilda/Sofie for photographing, it was dark outside so it's like ISO 100000000 :( )

The lyrics are perfect. At first when I heard the name Mads Langer my first was based on one word: Crap. My dear friend Karolina played this song on her spotify and I fell inlove. Too bad it is the kind of song you easily gaet tired of.

I just want it to be summer and I just want to make it to UWCSEA so I can have summer for two years.

I hate the climate in this god damned country. . .

Man I want the shoes! I have the same in brown but the turquoise one are gorgeous!

And I'm becoming some kind of sucker for colorcrimes. And yes Pink - red is a huge colorcrime. But . . . it's so lovely! And my next investment is a pink shirt. The same pink as the picture ♥

The freedom. The freedom when you're running over a field with a camera in your hand. And you take pictures that are out of focus. ♥

Lennons from the California Venice, skirt from H&M and the fringe top is DIY. And the pink hair is all photoshop.

I miss summer. So to summer my day up I went out in -3' in a tee. . . felt very summer-ish. I just want f* January to end. Worst freaking month of the year. It's endless! Endless! God damn freaking endless it is!

I'm making a shorts like that. Just gone off to find myself some dye and new chlorine which means I have to go to Gekås ♥. The thing is the only jeans I have that I don't want is a pair of old black ones so they will need some serious bleaching. I really love the colours of this outfit and the apricot lipstick to break the purple-pastel feeling. If I could look like this everyday I would never be sad anymore. . .

Just because I read french I have to be all supermainstream and dream about one day going to Paris. 
I'm actually such a ego bitch I'm going to the top and lock a lock for my love to myself at the love-fence. And then I'm going to eat a lot of "Crêpes au nutella" and wear skirts. And oxfords. And high stockings. And a tee that says "I ♥ Paris and dogpoop on the street"

. . . he is very - very fast and I am very - very competitive. Last year I ended up lying in the middle of

everything with this excruciating pain in my back. F**k downhill. I love it :)

After two weeks in snow I could probably use some surfing and diving in Bali. Buy clothes with the most awesome patterns. Drink cold exotic juice drinks on the beach. Walking barefoot to a beachrestaurant. Best friends. Just for a month or so. 

Turn twentyone. Find that boy I see myself with on a porch as our hair turn grey. Lie under the Arizona starsky and whisper out favoritewords to the darkness. Just for a week or so, before we go home to break up and be heartbroken for a while . . . and heal.

Santa Monica. Ride the Pariswheel and eat candycotton, still with that silly boy that I'm going to grow old with. Oh. . . Santa Monica.

Back to europe. Poland. Warsaw. Old buildings. Wear oxfords, high socks and that perfect pullover. Eat icecream under some old building. Ofcourse with that very best friend of yours.

New Zealand. Just sit there for a month and watch the nature. Hike. Camp. Do whatever people do in NZ. With those girlfriends of yours who never gets sick of new adventures.

Go home. Grandma, grandpa, uncles, aunts, cousins. Wild animals. The smell of mummy-food everywhere. Chai. Chai. A lot of Chai. Go to aunty on the contry . . . aunty with cows and chickens. Red sand where the blood was spilled. The blood in the flag. The blood that was spilled by the warriors. And watch the green part of the flag; the nature. Feel the white part of the flag; the purity. Be among the black part of the flag; the black people. My sweet Kenya. Even though there is problems. I love saying it; Kenya yetu, hakuna matata ♥ Just because that song is the greates Kiswahili song ever made.

My too lovely John Lennon's my dear friend Emmie got me for christmas. -3 degrees outside in a tee and a lot of love.

So, I didn't get my happy sleep. I had this weird inception dream that I dreamt that I was raped. In the dream I tried desperatly to wake up because I knew it was just a dream and so I did I woke up with the thought "Well that was one heck of a dream"

I'm still alive, fiy. As you've probably noticed by now.

I like space with myriand pro font. And some stupid words my brain put together in a gif.

I think I need to x-ray my hand because I think I hurt it . . . petttty bad. I've had massive moodswings and I've been feeling like I have to kill someone so I killed my comb. My favourite comb. May it rest in peace. And I also killed my palm squeezing the comb in it. I have a new pink dress and an aztec-print tee. I'm coloring my hair pink and starting to get fine nails. Life today is better than yesterday. Mood-f*ing-swings. And the pills the doctor gave me for the pain in my hip are the best painkillers ever but I'm in such a bad pain no painkillers help . . . So I'm just heading to bed and have high hopes to sleep good. I've had massive sleeping problems for a month and I've been falling asleep in class. . . uhg. I guess I sound like im dying. In a horrible pain, can't sleep, bad moodswings .  . . but "c'est pas grave because I'm not dead yet".

I have an affair with a threeword poem, but it's only right side business. I can fly. It's the three little words that I need to see when I open my eyes at 7am to walk my restless body to hell. 
And I hate and love the drawings on my wall. I just like the idea of having art on my wall but . . . I don't know if I can really call that art. Something more . . . crap made with pencils and colors would be a good name for it.

And the blanket on my wall is a reminder of how great grandma I have ♥ She makes the best Chai you can ever imagine, it was such a long time since I saw her but I can remember the taste of her sweet chai. And I remember the tiny bananas growing in her garden. And I remember the little fish in her garden. And I can remember the turquoise walls of the livingroom. And I miss it, the country where I opened my eyes, took my first steps. I miss home.

Have to say I love these pictures. It's all S&G preparing for winter while I can't wait for spring to start blossom. I'm glad there's no snow, I'm off to Sälen, a Swedish skiresort to ski some and that is the only days snow is fine. But it's still cold and I still feel like dying when it's all windy. .  I'm a februarykid but I'm just really not a winterhuman and that's the reason why I'm moving to some country in the middle of the world.

WHERE CAN i FIND ALL THESE STUFF?
(The starscarf is to use for the hair. Not around the neck)

If I want to look I want to look like this. Trala. Lately I've been into the clean style, like simple, until I became a 90210 addict and learned to know Ivy. Now I'm more into 5 rings/finger, mucho mucho jewelery, studs. Just easy garment but bigtimes accesories. And I think I want a pink lipstick . . . he-he. That used to be my biggest nightmare.

We danced over the field until dawn broke, we jumped over seven different pastures and picked seven different flowers. I already knew what I was going to dream about, I already knew my destiny. I was aimed to sail with her wings, through the storm until we sailed a long way over the clouds and until the moon was so bright it lit up my whole airway for thousands of miles, until I was so close to the stars . . . All I had to do was reach out my hands to touch them!

I didn't freeze to death on the balcony because it's 12+ today! Woho! Going back home to the supercold weather in 3 days. I'm all alone in the appartment and I don't know what to do . . . burn up the place or just watch 90210. . . (read the last words with Dakota Fanning voice) Decisions. . .Decisions.