I do anything I could for yaa.

Hitting the Cross for one last time. Mojitos and watermelons, let the night begin. xx

We dont sleep when the sun dont shine.

My tan is starting to fade and Sydney is a bit cold. But I love every second of my last days. A lot of rum and coke. Today I left my beloved clothes at the post office. Wrote ”A piece of my life” on the slip and said a little pray. If I loose thoose boxes, I die.

Well I dont know why I came here tonight I got the feeling that something aint right.

Yesterday we went to the beach with some beers, rum and coke. The sunset was pretty and the rum cured my headache. Cant belive tht this is my last week. My fucking god. Why do I leave this?

Clowns to the left of me jokers to the right.

Well guys, xmas in Bondi Beach is nothing like a xmas in Sweden. We had meatballs, janson and snaps thou. And I must admit that I really enjoyed this xmas. Warm weather, crazy people and a broken pool. I don’t want to worry my parents or young readers so I just say that this xmas was fucking amazing.

Smoke weed every day.

Nothing to do in rainy Sydney. Been sleeping for 12 hours and feel a bit sick. Thinking about going to Junction and buy some food. But I dont know what I want to eat. Well, Thailand soon, thaifood every day. Can’t wait.

Don’t laugh at me it’s making me cry.

Spent the day in lovley Surry Hills. Had lunch at my old work.

Me and Annika went vintage shopping.

I found the most amazing wedding jacket. White lace with a hoodie. Thinking about giving this to myself for xmas.

Annika also tried some dresses.

Wonderful Sydney! How can I continua my life outside this city?

I change shapes just to hide in this place.

 

Ok lovers, here’s our first movie! Tadaaam. Enjoy.

Maybe I had said something that was wrong can I make it better with the lights turned on?

Back in Sydney and back where I started, in lovely Bondi Beach. Now in a big, big penthouse with our own pool. Thank god for a shitty coach instead of a hostel bed with 2494895090 others in the room. And thanks to lovley Brett, this makes me even more convinced that canadians are the best people in the world. So, now its me and the boys in Bondi. Sydney is fucking freezing thou. Like 22 degrees and I’m shaking. Im hiding under my duna for a while..

First pic is from South Sea Island, the first island we came to. You could walk around it in three minutes.The second one is from Kuata, one island which used to be a vulcano. Missing the heat in Fiji. And in two weeks I’m heading to Thailand.  What a hell of a life!

xx

She dont belive in shooting stars but she belives in shoes and cars.

The Kurri Kurri Dutt islands in Fiji are just wonderful! We been living in paradise. We have brekky, rest, snorkel, lie in the sun, have lunch, rest, snorkel, lie in the sun, watch the sunset, have dinner, reading, watching movies, walk on the beach, sleep and repeat. Fiji is treating us well. We needed this after the rough big city life we been living.

Right now, we’re at the hotel in Nadi. Early morning tomorrow, and we’re splitting up for three weeks. Who’s gonna laugh at my bad jokes and have a conversation made of quotes from Slim Sussie and the Sunny Side?

And btw, yesterday we took a flight over Fiji.

So yes guys, Im alive. Actually, more alive than ever.
xx

Steady walking but bound to trip should release but just tighten my grip.

Christams choir in 25 degrees. Wierd, but I like it. This is from Brisbane. To bad they didn’t sang A Fairytale of New York thou.

Me and Miranda found a cosy little café on a small backstreet when we were walking around in Brissy. Killing some time whit banana bread an a tea named Stockholme.

Miranda whit her cap.

And thoose words are so true. Sometimes I wonder why things happen, but I guess that something good comes out from it.