london by night

a slightly fuzzy London, seen from waterloo bridge the other night.

i might just add..

.. that the forecast for Crete is looking sweeeet!

decisions, decisions

One thing that I have realised lately is that I cannot just go with the flow forever. However much I'd love to, 'cause really, it IS the easiest!

Next step for a "lone" ranger in the world (not really, I have to many good friends, but still sometimes it feels that way...), trying to find her way in a jungle of confusion and emotions will be to face the consequences of choices that shape my life and sense of direction. I predict that the word consequences is one that will be a new favourite for understanding the next while - as in tasting, exploring and delving into what it really means. Perhaps I can get over my fear of all the possible and impossible implications and consequences that clutter the process of choosing.

At least I wasn't too concerned about the consequences when booking for my trip to Crete (actually, rather looking forward to them!)!

After what seems an eternity of waiting and looking forward to, the girls and I are going to Crete next week! Even though we will be travelling from 5 in the afternoon until 6 the next morning, I can't wait! Who wouldn't suffer a bit of travel like that for a week of sun, cocktails and giddy girly chat, dancing and relaxing! Wuhoo!! Especially since Lovely Greek Girl from Basketball Team Who's Fam Owns a Hotel Chain is coming to pick us up and install us in a villa :.) Can't go wrong with that. Now I just hope the bikini I have ordered online arrives in time...!

See, I can choose, now just need to apply this "skill" (right!) to more serious things, such as.. such as.. uh.. sorry, can't concentrate, my thoughts keep drifting towards an azure sea, beautiful sunsets and Greek architectural whiteness. ahh!

anyways, one love to y'all. ;.)

here's hoping he's clean!

with today's stage win on top of holding the mountain and the yellow jersey for well over a week, michael rasmussen's seriously looking like a winner of the whole of tour de france.

i'm hoping he'll go all the way, and show everybody what danish chickens are all about (!), yet also have quite a reluctant feeling about this doping issue.. no matter what, this year's tdf has been a great achievement for michael rasmussen. i'm just hoping he won't admit to having doped himself in 10 years time...


*EDIT*

my oh my.. and he's out, just a few hours after... what a terrible shame for him, for cycling, for denmark, for all that believe in honest sports and competitions.

Crit in 2 hours and 21 minutes..

Pulling a trusted allnighter is somehow comforting; I feel that I'm doing all that I can do. However, perhaps a bit of planning and motivation at an earlier stage might provide another type of comfort - and a bit more relaxation in the process.

Note to self: Do not simply contemplate setting up a structure for your studies. Actually do it.

Group work as opposed to individual work

What is more important: To be able to participate satisfactorily in group work or to be able to work entirely individually?

I sincerely hope that having capabilities in the group work category will bring me far in my upcoming career, 'cause my individual skills are truly lacking. It's just easier for me to be motivated when I'm working *with* someone.. I'm beginning to think that this "being independent"- thing is something I'll have to battle with forever, at least with regards to urban design :.)

I have got only two months to do some seriously sweet urban design work on my own, so I had better get going on a steep learning curve! Tomorrow, to the British Library, where I cannot procrastinate, at least not without getting so bored that I fall asleep.. which is then again also a challenge to my studies.. but it's better, at least I get SOME work done!

Here's a nice peaceful pic from Nordhavn in Copenhagen to wrap up a post about something entirely different..! Enjoyed a couple of hours with my dear childhood friend there (know her for 26 years!), watching the boats sail by and soaking up the last rays of the sun..


It's off to bed for me, so, one love to y'all, thanks for dropping by my very irregularly updated blog of sorts.

oh.my.god. It's J-U-S-T-I-N!!!

Justin Timberlake FutureSexLoveSounds 070707...

C and I had a great time, singing and dancing in an entirely full O2/milleneum dome. I think he managed to play basically all the songs from both his albums, backed by Timbaland on a couple of songs.. It was AMAZING! He managed to get the whole place hopping up and down, and us girls in the cheap seats wishing we could have afforded tickets for the VIP bar - literally being able to touch him as he danced across the bar... ;.)

I didn't expect it to be so great, nor Justin to perform such a fantastic show - dancing/singing/flirting with every single female at the concert...! I feel like a teenager again, infatuated with a popstar, haha!

The round stage in the middle of the arena worked incredibly well - perhaps because we were located above and could see him wherever he was on the stage.. The people on the floor may have been closer, but must've lost the overall sense of where he was.

All in all an excellent evening, in good company on the upper tier, with an amazing showman and a couple of hours of freedom from everyday worries.

Bringing SexyBack - hell yeah! ;.)

love undying

After a delayed plane trip due to heightened security because of the latest terror occurrences in the UK, I arrived to a wet and, to put it mildly, depressing London. The uncertainties awaiting me here had given me a rather uneasy feeling the last days before coming back - not knowing if he would be in the flat or would have found another place to live was disconcerting. I am not unaccustomed to, nor do I dislike, travelling alone, but this trip certainly had another emotional content than that of looking forward to coming home to someone.

As I made my way down my road, the ginger colored cat that sometimes runs away frightfully and other times is extremely cuddly came up to me, purring and soft in contrast to the dark of the rainy night. I stroked it for a short while, taking in the soft touch and ignorant caress of an animal, before continuing home along the glistening leaves and shiny dimness of the asphalt. I breathed in heavily in the damp night before unlocking the front door, and entered the hallway with a strange feeling of expectation and disappointment. The door to the flat was locked (of course, what did you expect?), and as I walked into the dark living room, the contours of piled up boxes on the couch appeared in a room devoid of light.

He has left.

I didn't know whether to feel relieved or tragically sad, and as the sweet smell of his perfume lingered in the room, I knew there was more. A letter. The letter. Spelling out all the feelings of a love undying, and leaving me feeling horrendously.

I wonder sometimes if I am a bad person. If I should have been able to sense these feelings earlier, if I have acted in an unfair way, if I have been selfish and self-destructing in my choice. I am hurting myself, and I know that I am hurting a person, who means so much to me. Is that not a bad thing to do?

I need to believe that this is the right thing to do. It is simply scary how much it hurts, even if it is the right thing. I didn't think 'right things' could hurt this much, but maybe in the end, it is doing the right things that hurts the most. I guess that if I accept this, then maybe I can also learn to accept the random caress of a ginger cat as a welcome home.