Friday, May 22, 2009
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Spirit is as high as...uh...hmmm...a flying ostrich?
I had a paintball tournament to play this weekend that just was, and it went bad - real bad. I don't think I've ever played a tournament this badly before. Ever. Why? Because I wasn't focused on the game, and my heart wasn't all there. Was thinking too much of how much I was going to be in debt, although the guy who's paying for everything isn't too stressed as to when I pay him back. And also hearing that there was going to be an alcoholic pill-popper on the team didn't make me feel any more confident, and also made me re-think the whole definition of our "PRO" team. I had an alcoholic play on my team before, and it was just irritating, really fucking irritating. Gah!
Anyway, I talked to a real Pro player from the states what he does when he's just out of it, and not having a great day, and what he had to say was pretty helpful.
Later in the evening I go to a birthday party to an old family friend of mine, and had a great time, just great time. Such a great time I was actually contemplating ignoring going to the Sunday games, which would of a) destroyed my "good" name on the team, b) pissed off my Lebanese captain who's would of de-armed me in the sense of removing my arms, c) but most importantly, let down my flatmate/comrade-in-arms. So, I end up calling a friend who lives close to me and also was out that night to see if they wanted to go home together, and she did. We shared a taxi, and I was in bed sometime between 02.30 and 03.00. Not to sure when I woke up, but I took my pillow with me when we left the flat so I could crash in the car. I didn't give my flatmate the whole run down on what happened the night (except that I had sort wished I was still out partying it up) before because I was too tired and too out of it to even talk. We pick up two more players, one of whom is the deputy captain (DC). I knew that my flatmate would tell them that I had been out, and when I had come home.
I wake up, and we had pulled up at the field, the car was empty except for me and my flatmate. I ask him what the DC thought of what I had done, and he told me he was pretty pissed about it. I smiled and didn't give two shits about it, because I'm not a complete dumb-shit as I can come off as sometimes. I get into the players pit and get changed and we all walk out on the field. The second we start talking tactics the DC tells everyone, extra loudly that I shouldn't play cause I'm, as he said, fucked (aka: pissed, trashed, shit-faced, off-my-tits, drunk, etc.) I laugh out loud and straight at him, because the tone he used, and the was he said it was very similiar to that of a 5 year old. He says I shouldn't give him any attitude and the main captain quickly tells us we should talk about it later in our own time. We then do our thing, and then have another team meeting 15 min later in the parking lot, and the DC THEN asks if I'm good to play. I then tell him that I only drank four beers and one Red Bull during the whole night, and just turn my back to him. He then pulls me aside to have our man to man talk. He doesn't apologize, and tries to blame it all on my flatmate. And says that I was hand-picked for this event. Which I was pretty surprised, because I never went to try out, and didn't know there were people in line to play for the team...but I could be totally out of it right?
He then tells the whole team this, that everyone was hand picked, and blah blah blah. We got a last minute substitute for the tourney, and the DC almost slit his wrist when he heard this, and now he's praising him. Now then, the speach he gave, I must admit, was pretty good. Sadly, I wasn't taking it the same way everyone else was. This guy is an actor and a manipulator, so he usually gets what he wants.
Now then, where did he go wrong? A half brained chimp could tell you straight away that it was when he said I was trashed in front of everyone. He most likely said it before I was even there, when he got to the pit first. He doesn't have the slightest clue of managing people and handling them within a group. Jesus, that pissed me off so much. I pretty much didn't want to play for the rest of the day after he pulled that crap.
Did I mess up? Yes and No, Yes because I didn't get all the rest I needed, No because I thought about the team while I was drinking and decided to keep it to a low. Either which way, the politics of paintball is the one thing that can make me quit playing. Instead I took the hate towards him, and tried to channel it my game, did it help? A bit, along with some good'ole music by Dance Gavin Dance. How did I perform on Sunday? Better than Saturday ten-fold, but not good enough.
Now, then, my flatmate knew that I had work later in the evening, and that I had to get home to prep for it. When we knew we were going to make it to the finals, he tells the DC that we'll be heading out in 10 minutes, the DC tells him he would find his own way home. At this point I don't understand what happened. My flatmate then tells me he wants to watch another game. Long story short, we left about 1.5hrs later, when the DC was ready to go and I had bitched to him. How much did that fuck me off? Quite a bit.
I went to work, and came home calm.
Before I left though, my humour was set to harmful levels of sarcasm. Which means everything I say isn't meant to be funny for anyone except for me, and it has a hundred percent success rate of pissing off people in my closes vacinity. With me pulling this stunt, I upset my flatmate, but he knew pretty well as to why I was like this.
SO, to conclude all of this: I can't be fucked to deal with people like this at all. I was really hoping that the word Pro here would hold some sort of truth, but my guess that paintball was the same as in Sweden was true. Politics will be everywhere, it's human nature...or maybe just human stooPiditeE. Splitting hairs maybe, eh?
And yeah, also, getting a bit bored of Sydney, so I might be leaving and exploring the rest of the country and see if I can fall onto work like I did in TAS.
Bah...I'll keep you guys posted as to what's going to happen.
PS. I let someone take photos with my camera, but they came out all blurry, and I asked them if they even knew how to use my camera, and they claimed "of course, I do". A few days later, I find out they don't have the slightest fucking clue. I hate pride, it can make you look like a tard.
Anyway, I talked to a real Pro player from the states what he does when he's just out of it, and not having a great day, and what he had to say was pretty helpful.
Later in the evening I go to a birthday party to an old family friend of mine, and had a great time, just great time. Such a great time I was actually contemplating ignoring going to the Sunday games, which would of a) destroyed my "good" name on the team, b) pissed off my Lebanese captain who's would of de-armed me in the sense of removing my arms, c) but most importantly, let down my flatmate/comrade-in-arms. So, I end up calling a friend who lives close to me and also was out that night to see if they wanted to go home together, and she did. We shared a taxi, and I was in bed sometime between 02.30 and 03.00. Not to sure when I woke up, but I took my pillow with me when we left the flat so I could crash in the car. I didn't give my flatmate the whole run down on what happened the night (except that I had sort wished I was still out partying it up) before because I was too tired and too out of it to even talk. We pick up two more players, one of whom is the deputy captain (DC). I knew that my flatmate would tell them that I had been out, and when I had come home.
I wake up, and we had pulled up at the field, the car was empty except for me and my flatmate. I ask him what the DC thought of what I had done, and he told me he was pretty pissed about it. I smiled and didn't give two shits about it, because I'm not a complete dumb-shit as I can come off as sometimes. I get into the players pit and get changed and we all walk out on the field. The second we start talking tactics the DC tells everyone, extra loudly that I shouldn't play cause I'm, as he said, fucked (aka: pissed, trashed, shit-faced, off-my-tits, drunk, etc.) I laugh out loud and straight at him, because the tone he used, and the was he said it was very similiar to that of a 5 year old. He says I shouldn't give him any attitude and the main captain quickly tells us we should talk about it later in our own time. We then do our thing, and then have another team meeting 15 min later in the parking lot, and the DC THEN asks if I'm good to play. I then tell him that I only drank four beers and one Red Bull during the whole night, and just turn my back to him. He then pulls me aside to have our man to man talk. He doesn't apologize, and tries to blame it all on my flatmate. And says that I was hand-picked for this event. Which I was pretty surprised, because I never went to try out, and didn't know there were people in line to play for the team...but I could be totally out of it right?
He then tells the whole team this, that everyone was hand picked, and blah blah blah. We got a last minute substitute for the tourney, and the DC almost slit his wrist when he heard this, and now he's praising him. Now then, the speach he gave, I must admit, was pretty good. Sadly, I wasn't taking it the same way everyone else was. This guy is an actor and a manipulator, so he usually gets what he wants.
Now then, where did he go wrong? A half brained chimp could tell you straight away that it was when he said I was trashed in front of everyone. He most likely said it before I was even there, when he got to the pit first. He doesn't have the slightest clue of managing people and handling them within a group. Jesus, that pissed me off so much. I pretty much didn't want to play for the rest of the day after he pulled that crap.
Did I mess up? Yes and No, Yes because I didn't get all the rest I needed, No because I thought about the team while I was drinking and decided to keep it to a low. Either which way, the politics of paintball is the one thing that can make me quit playing. Instead I took the hate towards him, and tried to channel it my game, did it help? A bit, along with some good'ole music by Dance Gavin Dance. How did I perform on Sunday? Better than Saturday ten-fold, but not good enough.
Now, then, my flatmate knew that I had work later in the evening, and that I had to get home to prep for it. When we knew we were going to make it to the finals, he tells the DC that we'll be heading out in 10 minutes, the DC tells him he would find his own way home. At this point I don't understand what happened. My flatmate then tells me he wants to watch another game. Long story short, we left about 1.5hrs later, when the DC was ready to go and I had bitched to him. How much did that fuck me off? Quite a bit.
I went to work, and came home calm.
Before I left though, my humour was set to harmful levels of sarcasm. Which means everything I say isn't meant to be funny for anyone except for me, and it has a hundred percent success rate of pissing off people in my closes vacinity. With me pulling this stunt, I upset my flatmate, but he knew pretty well as to why I was like this.
SO, to conclude all of this: I can't be fucked to deal with people like this at all. I was really hoping that the word Pro here would hold some sort of truth, but my guess that paintball was the same as in Sweden was true. Politics will be everywhere, it's human nature...or maybe just human stooPiditeE. Splitting hairs maybe, eh?
And yeah, also, getting a bit bored of Sydney, so I might be leaving and exploring the rest of the country and see if I can fall onto work like I did in TAS.
Bah...I'll keep you guys posted as to what's going to happen.
PS. I let someone take photos with my camera, but they came out all blurry, and I asked them if they even knew how to use my camera, and they claimed "of course, I do". A few days later, I find out they don't have the slightest fucking clue. I hate pride, it can make you look like a tard.
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Forever Enduring A Revolution = F.E.A.R
Or something like that.
Well, my worst nightmare almost came true: losing my music on my iPod. My flat mate doesn't want iTunes on his computer for some unknown reason to me, and he wanted me to use another program called Anapod, which seems a bit better when it comes to features. Well, it sounded good at the time. After trying I've bitching about him installing it for the past...month now, I reckon, he finally installed it. We connected my iPod, and it didn't want to Synch up with it, or better said, didn't want to communicate with it. Fair enough, he just rips it out of the computer regardless, and thinks no more of it. Now, I tried this later on as well, and then he rips it out a 2nd time when he needed to connect his microphone for a Skype call. Anyway, I'm not sure where and when it happened, if it was him or the program. Either way, I didn't listen to my iPod for the whole day, and when I was going to bed it gave me a beautiful message of No Music when I tried to play a song. I was about to explode with a huge scream. And some of you know that if I scream, I can scream pretty loud and scary like, so I refraind from doing so. Quickly walk over to my flat mate and ask him if the program ever said anything about synching and overwritting my music "no, it didn't why?" "Because I just lost all of my f***ing music!"
At this point in time, I wanted to throw my iPod as hard as I could against the wall, and I was very close to doing so. But I then quickly calmed down, reminded myself that the iPod uses a normal hard-drive in it, so I would be able to recover something from it - hopefully. I knick my flatmates laptop and start finding every program out there designed to recover music from an iPod. I found one, and I needed to find a crack for it, no such luck. I then read another document which refered to just copying all the music from the iPod to the computer by going into the subdirectories. Me thinking that it had formatted my iPod thought it was doubtful it would work, but had to be tried. Everything must be tried! Low and behold, all my music was there! I copy all of it the laptop, and without telling my flatmate (something I wouldn't do under normal circumstances), I installed iTunes without telling him because I just couldn't be fucked to argue with him about it. Get all my music back, but I lost all the ratings and playlists. Bit of a drag, but much rather those than all of the music.
Also, got my RSA today, which will allow me to serve alcohol her in New South Whales (and in no other state or territory).
As some of you may know by now, I'm part of a community known as CouchSurfing (well worth checking out) and became good friends with someone in NZ via this. Anyway, she has been updating my rating on this webpage, and I found it pretty funny how it has progressed.
"Chris was great fun to hang out with and willing to join in the moment
with anything. Was very clean, did the dishes more than once. And even
left us some stuff he didn't want anymore which is always helpful. Can't
wait for him to come and stay again."
"Chris was great fun to hang out with and willing to join in the moment
with anything. Was very clean, did the dishes more than once. And even
left us some stuff he didn't want anymore which is always helpful. Can't
wait for him to come and stay again.
And huzzah he did come again. And more good times were had. Honestly he is
more a kindred spirit than friend. Someone who relates to my desires to
travel and meet people. One awesome bloke."
" thought I had better go back and give this wonderful man the ref he
deserves (and keep it more up to date).
Chris stayed at my place in Dunedin on several occasions, but it was never
enough. We loved having him around so much we asked him to move in, but
sadly the big smoke drew him away.
Chris is an exceptional person, kind, caring, outgoing and most of all SO
MUCH FUN!! I truly miss his company, and the times we shared in both
Dunedin and when we caught up in Wellington. Our wee day trip to Moeraki
boulders and Trotters gorge was great fun and he is also a wonderful
traveling companion.
He is generous as a surfer and bought milk and beer and best of all
himself. He is tidy and clean. He is reliable and trustworthy.
I cannot say enough good words to describe Chris, you really have to get
to know him when he comes your way, or you will truly miss out on a person
that has become a great friend of mine.
HE IS AWESOME!!!"
Well, my worst nightmare almost came true: losing my music on my iPod. My flat mate doesn't want iTunes on his computer for some unknown reason to me, and he wanted me to use another program called Anapod, which seems a bit better when it comes to features. Well, it sounded good at the time. After trying I've bitching about him installing it for the past...month now, I reckon, he finally installed it. We connected my iPod, and it didn't want to Synch up with it, or better said, didn't want to communicate with it. Fair enough, he just rips it out of the computer regardless, and thinks no more of it. Now, I tried this later on as well, and then he rips it out a 2nd time when he needed to connect his microphone for a Skype call. Anyway, I'm not sure where and when it happened, if it was him or the program. Either way, I didn't listen to my iPod for the whole day, and when I was going to bed it gave me a beautiful message of No Music when I tried to play a song. I was about to explode with a huge scream. And some of you know that if I scream, I can scream pretty loud and scary like, so I refraind from doing so. Quickly walk over to my flat mate and ask him if the program ever said anything about synching and overwritting my music "no, it didn't why?" "Because I just lost all of my f***ing music!"
At this point in time, I wanted to throw my iPod as hard as I could against the wall, and I was very close to doing so. But I then quickly calmed down, reminded myself that the iPod uses a normal hard-drive in it, so I would be able to recover something from it - hopefully. I knick my flatmates laptop and start finding every program out there designed to recover music from an iPod. I found one, and I needed to find a crack for it, no such luck. I then read another document which refered to just copying all the music from the iPod to the computer by going into the subdirectories. Me thinking that it had formatted my iPod thought it was doubtful it would work, but had to be tried. Everything must be tried! Low and behold, all my music was there! I copy all of it the laptop, and without telling my flatmate (something I wouldn't do under normal circumstances), I installed iTunes without telling him because I just couldn't be fucked to argue with him about it. Get all my music back, but I lost all the ratings and playlists. Bit of a drag, but much rather those than all of the music.
Also, got my RSA today, which will allow me to serve alcohol her in New South Whales (and in no other state or territory).
As some of you may know by now, I'm part of a community known as CouchSurfing (well worth checking out) and became good friends with someone in NZ via this. Anyway, she has been updating my rating on this webpage, and I found it pretty funny how it has progressed.
"Chris was great fun to hang out with and willing to join in the moment
with anything. Was very clean, did the dishes more than once. And even
left us some stuff he didn't want anymore which is always helpful. Can't
wait for him to come and stay again."
"Chris was great fun to hang out with and willing to join in the moment
with anything. Was very clean, did the dishes more than once. And even
left us some stuff he didn't want anymore which is always helpful. Can't
wait for him to come and stay again.
And huzzah he did come again. And more good times were had. Honestly he is
more a kindred spirit than friend. Someone who relates to my desires to
travel and meet people. One awesome bloke."
" thought I had better go back and give this wonderful man the ref he
deserves (and keep it more up to date).
Chris stayed at my place in Dunedin on several occasions, but it was never
enough. We loved having him around so much we asked him to move in, but
sadly the big smoke drew him away.
Chris is an exceptional person, kind, caring, outgoing and most of all SO
MUCH FUN!! I truly miss his company, and the times we shared in both
Dunedin and when we caught up in Wellington. Our wee day trip to Moeraki
boulders and Trotters gorge was great fun and he is also a wonderful
traveling companion.
He is generous as a surfer and bought milk and beer and best of all
himself. He is tidy and clean. He is reliable and trustworthy.
I cannot say enough good words to describe Chris, you really have to get
to know him when he comes your way, or you will truly miss out on a person
that has become a great friend of mine.
HE IS AWESOME!!!"
Sunday, May 10, 2009
Saturday, May 9, 2009
All I wanted was to go on a walk...
I decided to go out for a walk down to the beach to get some fresh air, nothing special. However, when I was walking up the street I saw something that was a bit odd, but not too uncommon: crap on the street. It looked like a small pile of clothes and small bag. But something seemed wrong. While I kept on staring at it, I couldn't help noticing some skin color and what seemed like white hair. The pile moved. I start running as fast as I can to the pile, and notice when I got a bit closer that it's an old lady that fell over and was face in the ground. I didn't want to touch her because she could of broken something. And she definitley did break her skin some where, pretty bad because I was seeing quite a bit of blood running down the cracks on the pavement. I asked her she wanted me to lift her up and obviously she said yes. I carefully lifted her up and got her on her own two feet, and while I was doing so I couldn't help notice the blood that started dropping on the ground from her head as I did so. Not cool. I look at her face and there's a fair bit of blood covering her face. I quickly decide to take her to my flat becuase it wasn't that far away (I had left my phone at home). I grabbed all of her stuff and started walking to my flat. Right then a woman from the building right next to the accident walks out and sees what's going on. She asks if she can be of any assistance, I ask her if she has anything to dress the wounds and says she has something even better. Her flatmate is studying to become a doctor. So while she runs up to get her friend, I decide to see how bad the damage was. I caught a quick glance of it, but didn't think too much about it. All I could see was a deep but not too big of gash above her right eye, I grab her hand and push it against her forehead with it until the woman comes back. The doctor to be pops out the door and then quickly reacts to the blood and puts a towel against the womans forehead and applies some pressure, and so bloody calmly asks her friend to call emergency services. The way she said was bloody amazing. The only time I've seen someone react that calmly was when I was in Tutukaka and Big C got decompression sickness. Like a F-ing pro!
I digress. Since I had some blood on my hands and jumper, and the woman was being taken care of I walked back to my flat to get cleaned up and possilby give the walk another attempt.
Got back and noticed that I had blood on my hands and feet (since I was wearing my thongs), and while I was cleaning up I heard the ambulance around the corner. Washed up and headed back out for another attempt and hoping nothing bad would happen this time. While I was walking close to where the accident happened, I saw the two oringinal girls who helped standing by, with two ambulance drivers attending to the old woman. I took a detour and walked down to the beach, which was nice and carefree (without my phone, I just don't learn).
In retrospect I think there were somethings I could of done better: had my phone, used my T-shirt as a rag, checked on the wound sooner, and asked her if she had any other pains in her body before I lifted her up. But besides those, I think it went smoothly. Oh, asked her if she had anything I should be worried about since I had gotten her blood on me....shit.
Oh well. It was an interesting experience no matter how you look at it since that is what I want to be doing. Helping people like that....hmmm.
And I'll be landing in Sweden on the August 1st, 2009, and be leaving the country September 6th. I start working on the 3rd of August and I reckon I'll try to work as much over time as possible, so if you want to meet up while I'm there, well...it'll have to be around the weekends, and/or before or after my shift (I'll be having both evening and morning shifts).
Good night.
PS. I don't have my old Swedish number anymore and I think I'll use my Ericsson phone that I'll 99.9% get off them. So yeah, you'l have to wait to contact me unless it's via email or Facebook.
I digress. Since I had some blood on my hands and jumper, and the woman was being taken care of I walked back to my flat to get cleaned up and possilby give the walk another attempt.
Got back and noticed that I had blood on my hands and feet (since I was wearing my thongs), and while I was cleaning up I heard the ambulance around the corner. Washed up and headed back out for another attempt and hoping nothing bad would happen this time. While I was walking close to where the accident happened, I saw the two oringinal girls who helped standing by, with two ambulance drivers attending to the old woman. I took a detour and walked down to the beach, which was nice and carefree (without my phone, I just don't learn).
In retrospect I think there were somethings I could of done better: had my phone, used my T-shirt as a rag, checked on the wound sooner, and asked her if she had any other pains in her body before I lifted her up. But besides those, I think it went smoothly. Oh, asked her if she had anything I should be worried about since I had gotten her blood on me....shit.
Oh well. It was an interesting experience no matter how you look at it since that is what I want to be doing. Helping people like that....hmmm.
And I'll be landing in Sweden on the August 1st, 2009, and be leaving the country September 6th. I start working on the 3rd of August and I reckon I'll try to work as much over time as possible, so if you want to meet up while I'm there, well...it'll have to be around the weekends, and/or before or after my shift (I'll be having both evening and morning shifts).
Good night.
PS. I don't have my old Swedish number anymore and I think I'll use my Ericsson phone that I'll 99.9% get off them. So yeah, you'l have to wait to contact me unless it's via email or Facebook.
Sunday, May 3, 2009
Pigeons on the dance floor - and an explanation
First off, an explanation for my previous blog.
I spelt olagligt wrong now when I read it, and I actually meant to spell pulled with an ü. What did I try to say about that post? It was about how languages are losing some odd sort of battle to English. And it isn't just Swedish, it's even in German, and several others which I've found out about. As if it's becoming more and more fashionable to use random English words in your everyday speak that are pure and simple words which you are taught in kindergarten. Now then, I do not think that illegal is a word that you're taught in kindergarten (unless it's a fictional lawyer based society - of course). I digress. It's a simple word either which way you cut it, and the swedish contains a pretty good translation of that word for you, right? But, in a very big news agent, they replace a swedish word for an english one? WHY?! What is the purpose? Because English is the modern day business language? Because the writer had been overseas for 1 month, and lost that word out of his vocabulary? Because Swedes don't dub english movies/TV shows? Wrong, you're going to have to try harder than that. A lot harder.
Or maybe it's simply the way we're moving forward. Something I must admit I find worrying. Why? Because, I believe it to be very important to keep one's language pure. Why? Becuase it is the language of your country, and is part of your culture. Keep it. And also, it's not as if the form of communication is taking leaps and bounds every year now is it? Not as if there's not enough words in the respective countries language to articulate what one wants to say.
And now I'm going to contradict myself. There are words in certain languages that cannot be translated, because that words simply doesn't exist. But that doesn't happen very often. In every language there is a substitute word which has a very strong resemblence to the word that is trying to be translated. And then there's swearing. Swearing in Swedish is a joke. Really, it is. I find is so pathetic it's not even funny. Take o djävlar for example. Oh devil is the direct translation of it. Now then, this is not a swear word in my books. Now then, it would boil down to the cultural differences and you would probably have to look back in the countries history and see what how serious it was to be devil back then (I have a funny feeling that no country would actually consider being called a devil a compliment mind you). But you get the general giff of what I'm trying to say in regards to that. And swearing in Swedish is very timid and feminin. Yes, I said feminin. And so when the younger generations say something like the f-word, or something of similar nature, I wouldn't blame them. Because swedish doesn't have an exact translation in that sense. You could say knulla, but that word is used more in the context of would like to f***. I think I've made my point.
And so, to what I said, when I meet say, a Swede, who has been traveling for about 2-3 months, and thei using more English words in their Swedish than what I am, (since English is my mother tongue) I find that pretty mind blowing. I really do.
I guess I get so frustrated over it is because I don't have any one culture/home country to fall back, which is no down side at all. I just believe that no nation should, I almost want to say degrade itself, but that isn't what I want to say.
So, to Sebbe and Mik Rougnar (I know I've heard that name somewhere, just can't remember where), I hope that explains what I was trying to say.
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And as for the pigeons on the dance floor. I went to a dance club last night (20 AUD entrance!!!) for a girls birthday party, and when we got down to the dance floor, the music was pumping and it was absolutely amazing music. Original beats, great DJ, and just awesome in every possible way (except for the price of drinks, only bought two). Anyway, when you were watching every body bobbing their heads to the beat, they all looked like pigeons walking (I most likely looked exactly the same). It was just hilarious to watch. Yeah. Great times.
That was all I have to say about that night. My knees hurt, a lot. Getting too old for that kind of stuff. And I had a slight case of tinitus this morning which put me off too. Hmmm...yeah.
And on another random topic, just realized something. My up and coming trip to Sweden will most likely be the econmical down fall of my very being. I was totally in the Australian/New Zealand how-often-I'll-get-paid mind set when I applied for my old job at Ericsson. What does that translate to? It means that I was expecting to be getting paid every week starting from the day I start. But no, if I start in August, I won't get paid until September, LATE September. I love you Sweden....fuck.
Here you go.
I spelt olagligt wrong now when I read it, and I actually meant to spell pulled with an ü. What did I try to say about that post? It was about how languages are losing some odd sort of battle to English. And it isn't just Swedish, it's even in German, and several others which I've found out about. As if it's becoming more and more fashionable to use random English words in your everyday speak that are pure and simple words which you are taught in kindergarten. Now then, I do not think that illegal is a word that you're taught in kindergarten (unless it's a fictional lawyer based society - of course). I digress. It's a simple word either which way you cut it, and the swedish contains a pretty good translation of that word for you, right? But, in a very big news agent, they replace a swedish word for an english one? WHY?! What is the purpose? Because English is the modern day business language? Because the writer had been overseas for 1 month, and lost that word out of his vocabulary? Because Swedes don't dub english movies/TV shows? Wrong, you're going to have to try harder than that. A lot harder.
Or maybe it's simply the way we're moving forward. Something I must admit I find worrying. Why? Because, I believe it to be very important to keep one's language pure. Why? Becuase it is the language of your country, and is part of your culture. Keep it. And also, it's not as if the form of communication is taking leaps and bounds every year now is it? Not as if there's not enough words in the respective countries language to articulate what one wants to say.
And now I'm going to contradict myself. There are words in certain languages that cannot be translated, because that words simply doesn't exist. But that doesn't happen very often. In every language there is a substitute word which has a very strong resemblence to the word that is trying to be translated. And then there's swearing. Swearing in Swedish is a joke. Really, it is. I find is so pathetic it's not even funny. Take o djävlar for example. Oh devil is the direct translation of it. Now then, this is not a swear word in my books. Now then, it would boil down to the cultural differences and you would probably have to look back in the countries history and see what how serious it was to be devil back then (I have a funny feeling that no country would actually consider being called a devil a compliment mind you). But you get the general giff of what I'm trying to say in regards to that. And swearing in Swedish is very timid and feminin. Yes, I said feminin. And so when the younger generations say something like the f-word, or something of similar nature, I wouldn't blame them. Because swedish doesn't have an exact translation in that sense. You could say knulla, but that word is used more in the context of would like to f***. I think I've made my point.
And so, to what I said, when I meet say, a Swede, who has been traveling for about 2-3 months, and thei using more English words in their Swedish than what I am, (since English is my mother tongue) I find that pretty mind blowing. I really do.
I guess I get so frustrated over it is because I don't have any one culture/home country to fall back, which is no down side at all. I just believe that no nation should, I almost want to say degrade itself, but that isn't what I want to say.
So, to Sebbe and Mik Rougnar (I know I've heard that name somewhere, just can't remember where), I hope that explains what I was trying to say.
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And as for the pigeons on the dance floor. I went to a dance club last night (20 AUD entrance!!!) for a girls birthday party, and when we got down to the dance floor, the music was pumping and it was absolutely amazing music. Original beats, great DJ, and just awesome in every possible way (except for the price of drinks, only bought two). Anyway, when you were watching every body bobbing their heads to the beat, they all looked like pigeons walking (I most likely looked exactly the same). It was just hilarious to watch. Yeah. Great times.
That was all I have to say about that night. My knees hurt, a lot. Getting too old for that kind of stuff. And I had a slight case of tinitus this morning which put me off too. Hmmm...yeah.
And on another random topic, just realized something. My up and coming trip to Sweden will most likely be the econmical down fall of my very being. I was totally in the Australian/New Zealand how-often-I'll-get-paid mind set when I applied for my old job at Ericsson. What does that translate to? It means that I was expecting to be getting paid every week starting from the day I start. But no, if I start in August, I won't get paid until September, LATE September. I love you Sweden....fuck.
Here you go.
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