ps.

check this out too.

we will be posting more videos soon!

http://www.youtube.com/user/ProjectTesseract

sorry for bad updating. there are many reasons for this.

me eating a lot of Indian food is one of them.

If you wanna keep updated on what it is we are doing over here in India, check out our website.

I'm blogging there as well, and with more frequent updates

:)

http://tesseractproject.wordpress.com/

the cows are chilling in the middle of the highway.
RESPECT.
I wanna be a cow in India.

ps. women don't drink in India :(
they do however eat garamasala, daal and naan bread :)

bye bye

Hey guys!
I have some awesome photos but unfortunately the technology over here is lacking grace and elegance.... (i can't upload them atm so just imagin pure indian splendour)

It is unbeliavably hot and moist, there are people, rickshaws and cows everywhere and to be honest this country is pretty intense. I have already almost learned how to drive an auto rickshaw on the crowded streets of delhi, experienced the craziest rain you can imagine, (knee high water within an hour) and almost gotten married to the indian version of Heath Ledger...
all is good in the indian hood!
the food is absolutely amazing and thank god (touch wood) no sign of the Delhi stomach yet.....
last nights dinner was enjoyed at a "local" basement restaurant accompanied by 40 ckockroaches (no joke), it was of course mindblowingly spicy but ooooohh soooo tasty!


If I was to be a cow in my next life, I wanna live in delhi.

Hey!

I have an idea!

Why don't the airlines all install sound proof cells in every plane, then the parents could dump their screaming kids in there and the rest of the passengers could get some peace?!

I was seated between two screaming SCREAMING kids, and I desperately wanted to reach my final destination immediately before I started screaming too. Luckily the flight was mega quick and here I am, In Finland. Where they speak so funny.

Bring on the next flight, hope they serve food.

I am starving!!!!

23.30.

I am leaving in a few hours, I still haven't packed and I am doing what?

DRAWINGS! I can't believe this.

Will I even have time to shower?

Maybe I can cover myself in a distinctive smell of curry, and get away with it.

I should probably not be blogging.

Good bye.

In less than 24 hours I will be on a flight to India.

The start of my very own Darjeeling Unlimited.

Yeeehaaaa!!

I'll never be more Swedish then I was the day Sweden kicked Scottish ass.

HAHAHAHAAAAA!

INDIA!

The land of curry, sandals and holy cows.

It is also apparently the country where toilet paper is a rarity, where you can only blame yourself if you get a stone thrown in your face while travelling by train (-you probably took the window seat, you stupid bastard), and where there is no such thing as "curry".

The curry issue really interests me. According to my research, there is (of course) a massive selection of spices and when combined in certain, I guess typical Indian, ways you achieve what we know as the "curry flavour". Curry however, is apparently a western, lame, and unrefined short cut to define these flavours.

There is no such thing as Curry flavour.

There you go.

If this is true or not, I will of course find out for you.

I am excited.

And admittedly a little anxious.

My bladder happens to have been installed in size XXS, with very limited capacity and consequently I have seen more toilets than you can imagine.

Should I fill my suitcase with toilet paper?

When it is all consumed I could of course fill my suitcase with "spices"!

ps. I am going to India.

Antonia.

If I was ever to live permanently in a bunk bed, eat guacamole and watch shark week, it would be with you.

I love you.

Whenever I get a vaccine injected in my one of my veins, I also get a cold.

And whenever I get a cold, I make myself the garlic cure.

Those who know me are familiar with my love for this remedy, the brave ones have even gotten to try it.

The garlic cure is a miracle cocktail (it contains alcohol), but I have to admit it always fails to succeed in delivering the desired effect (immediate recovery), it does however have splendid strengths placebo wise... This time I kicked it up a notch; I added raw ginger, a good dash of vodka and a few extra garlic cloves, mixed it in the blender with fresh oranges and the remaining secret ingredients.

I nearly vomited.

And sadly I am not cured.

F.U. garlic cure.

ps. check out the latest addition to the sunglass collection!

Did I have a great night last night?

Eeeeeeehhh, YES. I did.

Wörked pretty hard.

Then went to see Fia, who had prepared ungracefully strong cocktails.

They contained an ingredient called "Shamrock", and therefore we loved them.

In the flat I found cool glasses which were orange and I instantly knew that I needed to buy a pair of orange sunglasses, as it was my destiny to own a pair. ASAP.

I did.

The fantastic orange sunglasses then travelled around quite a bit.

Everyone loved them.

No wonder. They are awesome. And they were very cheep.

Antonia hooked up with us and we Shenaniganized around for a while.

After this occurred a series of fortunate and unfortunate events to spice things up even more. Unneccessary information, long-time-no-see-friends, free kebabs, paid-for kebabs, lost and found treasures, dancing and barefoot short cuts, ending up in random bathroom-party with massive jacuzzi etc etc etc

All was good in the hood.

This morning at work?

Not so good in the hood.

Who deserves a mother friggin gold star for working in total mayhem situation today, after a night like last night?

-I DO!

But is there a gold star waiting for me?

Is there a prize of gratitude?

Is there possibly even just a little peace and quiet?

No. Instead I am thanked by having to participate in large a family reunion.

Cruised around the fields for a while

Then got bored/scared (mainly scared) and decided there had been enough tractorizing
Hung out with daddy
Admired the tractors that are not suitable for driving lessons

Then got immensely hungry and cooked a cheeky little lunch which would probably have been more suitable for a Sunday dinner. Then got called in for some emergency working.

Then I was exhausted.

I am off today and I really should be doing something productive, but it's too fine a day for that.

Instead I decided to teach my sister how to drive. Dad thought that our old tractor would be the most suitable vehicle... Last time I taught Antonia to drive something, she crashed my moped into a wall.

wish me luck.

Yas!

I was about to apologise for the poor quality of my recent blogging, but then I came to my senses and remembered that it is MY blog, and therefore I do as I please.

I wörk a lot these days, I injure myself (accidentally) on sharp knifes and I sleep less then the recommended 8 hours (which is maybe why I seem to slice my dear hands so often). I do however walk around in a state of genuine happinezz so it is all good in the hood.

I can hardly keep my eyes open so I will go to bed now.

TTFN.

Sweets and coke (coca cola trademark) for breakfast.

Can you wish for a better start of the day?

We'll see in 2 hours, when I'm on the floor due to a severe blood sugar fall.

Roll on this glorious day!

Fia and Wille are cooking my dinner; steak (medium rare).

Astrid and I are chilling and drinking wine, and mentally preparing for the feast that is being prepared for us. Mainly for me.

Are you jealous?

You should be.

I wörk and I wörk and I wörk [but I lovez it].

Then I chill.

Today I will do some more of the above, then I will go see Fia.

She has promised to feed me.

My dear siblings Henrik and Antonia returned after five days of musicfestivalizing.

(They went to the same festival but separately. They would probably kill each other of they had to share a tent for 5 days)

Antonia brought 3 pair of "new" shoes, which she claims she found.

Henrik brought a black eye.

They were both very happy.