Life is too short, read.

• Wooa. I haven’t had anything to say in ages. False.
• I thought that being kinda free lately (that is to say unemployed), i would have had plenty of time to write. False.

I guess being unemployed was “fun” for 2 and a half minutes thinking of all the things i could finally do. Until i realized it wasn’t that fun to have no constraints whatsoever. It’s a challenge actually. You have to set your own constraints so the slacker in you doesn’t wake up and take over.

Anyhow, the first 3 weeks have been tough and i haven’t read or wrote much. Which sucks since they are two things i really enjoy doing. The thing is, i feel guilty every minutes i’m not searching for jobs or writting cover letters.
But this week i was i Paris with the family and i treated myself with a book. A book i had started month ago but being in Swedish i had decided to set it aside while i was in Spain. Now i’ve started it again and i “fell into it”.

It’s not often that i find a book that i can’t put away eventhough it’s 2am and i’m falling asleep, a book i read while walking in the subway, a book i can’t wait to go home to. A book you’re scared to finish cause it means you have to say goodbye to the characthers who kinda became part of your life. This one is one of them.

 

That’s the title in Swedish for some reason, “The help” in english or “la couleur des sentiments” in french.

 

Life is too short, it’s never too late to discover your abilities

I haven’t been a really good blogger lately…it’s not that i don’t have time. I just don’t have anything to write about. All i do lately is looking for jobs.

But sometimes, when i get crazy tired of it and i’ve already been to the gym, i cook. Can you believe it? Me neither.
And i realized that i could totally cook something eatable. Something verygood even.

So far, i have made a really tasty burgers from scratch (even the bread!), chocolate fondants with white chocolate sauce and raspberries, 2 pies with carots, ham and goat cheese, a white chocolate/dark chocolate pie for our Friday 13th movie night and just yesterday, little raspberry jam cookies ! Very yummy.

And i’m not gonna stop here. I’m actually starting to enjoy this. Just need to find a way to work a bit faster and to not transform the kitchen into a warzone.

The only problem i can see now is…who’s gonna eat all that?

Life is too short, even bad movies can teach you something.

SPOILER ALERT, if you read that and were planning on seing New Year’s eve : 1) Don’t read this post 2) Don’t go

So I always assumed movies were made to inspire. (and to make money).

One Tuesday Älskling and i went to see New Year’s Eve. I know, i know, quite easy, but i remember how much i had enjoyed Love Actually and it seemed to be kinda similar, bringing all those famous actors together to make something fun for the holidays.

But that was underestimating american’s passion for long life-teaching speeches and clichés.
I had omitted the fact that Richard Curtis was british and that Gary Marshall was american, and that changes everything apparently.

To be brief, i thought New Year’s Eve sucked. Big time. It was boring, there was far too many charachters to actually get time to get to ”know” them, and for most couples, there were no chemistry whatsoever. Oh and Kutcker and Efron as bests friends and roomates? Please ! They are 12 years appart !

But it still gave me something to thing about: Are movies recreating real life romantic moments or do WE creat these moments after having seeing them in romantic movies? In other words, what came first, the chicken or the egg?

I mean, the scene in the elevator with Kutcher and the Glee girl. Who acts like that seriously?
The story between tuxedo guy and Carry Bradshow lady? Who does that? Who postpones happiness for a year?

Is there something wrong with me?
Is it weird that when (if) im stuck in an elevator with a guy, i’m never gonna start singing or pretend that it’s midnight so we can kiss.
Is it weird that when i meet a guy i really like i’m never gonna tell him “let’s see if you still think about me next year” and disappear.
But i still consider myself a romantic person…so where’s the line? Who decides?  Gary, Richard, or us?

As for real life, New Year’s eve rock. Sometimes real life is just better.

Life is too short, 2012 is supposed to be the end.

If they were right and December 2012 should be my last month on this earth i think i could look back and be pretty satisfied with what i have accomplished so far. I already realized some of my big dreams.  The last one being “move to Madrid and learn spanish”. 

In the Disney movie “Princess Rapunzel” (yes i have a very broad range of references), she is about to realize her life long dream and she is scared of what’s gonna happen after that’s done and the guy tells her “Well,that’s the good part I guess. You get to go find a new dream.”

I like that idea. So, sorry Mayas’ calendar but i’ll not stop having new dreams.

My next dream is really down to earth. Finding a job.

Have a wonderful 2012 everyone ! May it be as yummy as this !