Sunna Ben

O LE DO EEET!

2011-06-30T04:43:00.000-07:00

Back once again!

A couple of days someone asked me if I was still updating my blog, I felt like a bit of a freak replying with a "which one is that now?" because for some reason I have started about 20 blogs, all of which I update furiously for about a week and then I go back to spamming people on facebook when I crave attention. Maybe there is room for improvement, so I've chosen this little blog to restart out of all my many many many blogs (what's wrong with me maaaaayne) because the url is the nicest (shalloooww). So I am back, hopefully for good, unless I forget... Anyways, I hope this will detract from my outbursts on facebook and that this is good shit, and that's all I have to say today. Except life is awesome, the sun is finally out and my mother is coming over for the first time in two years tomorrow, can't wait!

Peace!

(Below is a awesome picture of me and my awesome mother from when she was last here)

Roald Dahl

2009-10-10T02:13:00.001-07:00

"A person who has good thoughts can not ever be ugly, you can have a wonky nose and crooked mouth and a double chin and stick out teeth, but if you have good thoughts they will shine out of your face like sunbeams and you will always look lovely"

Animalia

2009-10-09T16:33:00.000-07:00

Animals are so weird and so awesome. Today I had numerous encounters with our many-legged-friends and they were all pretty weird.
First off I was biking to school, minding my own, and saw something green at the corner of my eye, it turned out to be radiant green grasshopper BEAST, I mean, I love animals, this fucker was mean looking and there was no love for it. I tried shaking it off, no go, I shook harder and biked very crooked, no luck, finally it freaked me out so much that this mean little dude was climbing further up my arm, totally ignoring my attempts to reject him in general, I stopped, dropped my bike (in the middle of the road, not a good idea) and kept shaking. It did not care at all. So I started blowing at it, no go. I flicked it, it budged, I slapped it and it disappeared, vaporized I am pretty sure, anyway I looked on my sleeve afterwards and guess what! The little jerk peed on my favorite sweater. Next time I run into him it's a big fat knuckle sandwich!

When I finally made it to school I was informed we were going to a botanical garden, after quite a bit more walking in the cold than I would prefer we were sent to draw focused drawings on something we found in the botanical garden. I was walking around and came across this dead little mouse, actually the cutest mouse I have ever seen. It was just lying on the ground with it's eyes slightly open and a pool of blood around it's head, and it was pretty clear to me that the only way this poor fellow could have gone down was gangfighting. I discussed this with a few people and we are pretty sure we witnessed a miniature-driveby-scene. Poor thing.

Just now a friend was over for some wine and some talks and as he left I looked at this old mousetrap that accidentally got dragged out from behind the fridge this morning. We have poison traps, this is not my idea, I don't like it, it's a part of the system of the house, this awesomely fun guy comes and fills them up every now and then and yes, I am not crazy about keeping poison everywhere in my house in general. But that's just the way it is right now. We will solve this. But anyway, one of these got dragged out from behind the fridge and mousepoo spilled out everywhere from it, a big mess of mouse poop. Somewhere in my house there is a mouse immune to human weapons and I am pretty sure it's going to cause a riot or at least revolt a little, it laughs in the face of danger, it eats poison for breakfast and has sex with cats and I do not want to cross paths with that dude!

p'z
sun

MEDIZIN

2009-10-08T15:50:00.000-07:00

Today I got a little freaked out because of this bump I have on my head. I have previously rushed to the emergencyroom when I got a bump on the head, the doctors were not impressed, it turned out to be a big mosquitobite (to be fair it did look like a third boob on my head, it was worth not taking a risk). So for a few days now I have had a swollen head and face. I decided to wait on it, it could always be a bite. After a few days of it being there I decided it was due time to see a doctor. It's not crazy if you give it a little time.
After a bit of doc-searching, a heap of rejection and a wee bit of due panic, I found my doctor, a lovely english speaking new practice based in the back of a dental practice. Beautifully decorated, same day service, clean, friendly and cheap (woop!). I had a few months worth of built hypochondria on top of the swelling so we had a long talk he looked at my head which he wasn't sure what was up with but he thinks it's either an allergic reaction or a big bump, because it was hard, like a bone. Gee, I hope I am not growing bone... He gave me some tips, gave me some prescriptions and sent me on my merry way.
This awesome doctors visit and all these answers lifted such a heavy weight of my shoulders I've been walking on air all day, I didn't really know it could be such a relief.
After that the whole day was sunshine and glee.

It's good to know that as much as shitty events can mess up your day nice ones can still save it completely. Because the day started out pretty crappy, hungover with my closet falling a part. But some home repair, hummus and tea, a doctors visit and half of our apartments electricity gone, I am still so happy.

sun

AWESOME

2009-10-07T06:32:00.001-07:00

Okay, totally irrelevant to everything in the world, this is what art is about!

Shower of fear.

2009-10-07T06:19:00.001-07:00

Today as I had just jumped in a warm shower to de-smellatize I saw the showercurtain nearing, ready to cling to my body, in desperate need to make sure that did not happen, I pushed out my hand, for my protection, to make sure I could avoid showercurtain-make-out-sesh, I looked down at the curtain and there was a vile mean looking insect of enormous portions. I, as the brave warrior ran out screaming and shook about wet for a while, trying to make sense of past events. Shaking my hair and checking it for what I assume was... a cockroach. But I can not be sure, I have only once seen such a thing and it was pleasantly far away from me. After a while of beating the showercurtain with a broom and cringing, turning up the heat and rinsing the showercurtain, pressing it into the hot steam with my broom I finally felt I could look in to see if the intruder was there. It was not. It is either conveniently drowning in my drain now or has escaped. If this were any other apartment I would just turn on the light and look carefully, armed with a vacuum perhaps, but we have paint that is falling off the ceiling in our bathroom and frankly I don't want to suck all of that loose to have it fall on me and see what the old paintjob looked like and we also don't have electricity in the bathroom at the moment so any careful looking under full pleasant light is impossible, I have a small bike lamp and a flashlight and neither of them showed me the intruder. Which is probably still on the loose.

Stay tuned for further updates.

yours truly,
Braveheart.

P.S. Just googled cockroach, it may have been one of a small variety, didn't know they came in cat-sizes. Otherwise it was an unknown intruder, either way, it messed with the wrong clean-freak!

NO WONDER THEY WILL SURVIVE NUCLEAR EXPLOSIONS THOSE THINGS ARE MASSIVE... and seem very mobile. Good for them.

Legal thoughts.

2009-10-04T23:59:00.000-07:00

If someone rings your bell every day for a few weeks, usually waking you up, usually before 8 am, usually holding the button in for a very long time, is it still frowned upon to bite said painterwithweirdhair in the face?

Google.

2009-10-04T16:37:00.000-07:00

Does google own EVERYTHING now?
Blogger, youtube... google google google gmail google.

Go Google

"With all due respect John, I am the head of IT and I have it on good authority. If you type "Google" into Google, you can break the Internet. So please, no one try it, even for a joke."

A year has passed already.

2009-10-04T15:35:00.000-07:00

Today I had a very Amsterdam day, went to the market in the north and felt like I was back in my old routine. Like I was back home actually. The summer vaction wasn't so long, and passed like a couple of weeks, careless and free, day drinking and long icelandic summer nights when the sun never sets and you never have to feel bad about staying up til lunchtime the following day because it's so light out, you never guessed it was so late. Summer was pretty much perfect. Adventures in the countryside for the first time in Years, camping, burning socks, the whole shebang.
But it is also good to be back, better than I had guessed when I was dreading packing and trying to cook up schemes that would allow me to never leave my mothers place in Reykjavík. I found no reason and the ticket was payed for, not to mention my obvious reasons for being Amsterdam, which were clouded by the awesomeness of being back on my island,also I knew I was coming to Amsterdam to fight for an apartment again. Never a nice thought. Amsterdam apartment hunting is almost impossible, after a while of homelessness and stoner hostels last year I wasn't up for it.
Anyway, I got back and it was great. Better than before, everything was (is) pretty awesome. I managed to move in to my current apartment the day I arrived back in Amsterdam, moving in with some friends who had a free room. It is awesome. We have a hole in the floor, horribly purple walls which I keep trying to convince guests are nicely kitsch in the spirit of the TV show Friends (no one is on board, all our friends are opposed to the colorscheme), we had a dirty bathroom and no shower-head but as soon as we cleaned it and attached one the electricity went off in the bathroom so no one is the wiser (seriously, the following day), we have random wires everywhere and food since the mid nineties in our cupboards, and I love every bit of it. To the random window in my bedroom wall (if I were to remove the curtains I could have a great view of the kitchen) to my sliding door that gets stuck every-time you close it, I don't think I have ever known an apartment with more character, it is crazily lively, and we never have live mice (sometimes dead ones, but they don't really eat your food or poop in your coffee at that stage).
I just realized how much my standards and general outlooks have changed in one short year, and it has flown by so fast it's scary.
From my perfect two room apartment which was recently renovated and painted and gorgeous to my adventure-house, from buying designer clothes to freaking out over piles of crap at markets and bargaining to save a single euro, from going to the hair saloon almost monthly to bribing friends with wine to trim my bangs... I never would have imagined being broke was this much fun. I have high hopes that things will keep progressing this way, I don't know how, but I also don't mean in the sense that I get any broker I guess...

Things are awesome.

P.S. I found THE KITTENS in a barrel bedding set today at the market, can you say aaawesome

p'z
Sundaysun

2009-09-28T05:58:00.000-07:00

IRHUNCHBACK

2009-09-01T02:54:00.000-07:00

One bite on hand, one bite on cheek, one bite on thigh, one bite on lower back, one bite on shoulder, one bite on arm

curse all mosquitoes.

First decoration at new place, love it!

A day of reading home remedies, drinking tea, eating goats cheese, pretty pimping aside from the total mutilation, our pirated internet is back (knock on wood), thank god! General chilling, accomplishing amazingly little, but trying out new ways to sedate mosquito bites, quite successfully. Ah I love vacationing!

Peace ouuuht

SRSLY!

2009-08-31T07:09:00.000-07:00

Take fanatic internet person.
Remove internet.
Equals: hysteric person.

The people who's internet we have been pirating at my new crib are onto us
and have somehow blocked us from using their internet. CRUEL.
I have half a mind to go down there and ask why they would do such a thing...
But then again we were downloading a bunch of stuff via their wireless... maybe they would beat me to a pulp. Rather not have any of that I guess.

Also! Ah-ha! I have developed a new skin ailment, oh woe is me! A new allergy I suppose, from now on I will only be eating leek and banans, ONLY. No one is allergic to those, right?

Also: check out the worlds best blog http://lovelylisting.com

Sort of makes me wonder why I never considered real-estate as a career. It is obviously thrilling!

Now I leave this internetcafé due to it's overpricedness and the fact that I have had an empty cup for a while and am petrified that I will be offered a refill, to search for a cure for the forementioned skin ailment and some more frantic cleaning, that's right, remove internet, reveal psychocleaningbitch, scary lady I tell ya.

As a farewell gift, some kink for your coffee:

Peace out!
SunBun

A blog about blogging, but not blogging for the sake of blogging, really.

2009-08-03T20:24:00.000-07:00

WHAT THE HELL?!

.....

I had a great idea walking home tonight, and then I remembered I want to be a blogger.

This morning I had a dream about the Wu Tang Clan and a Playstation + cell phone+ ashtray+ Digital SLR camera combo, and that some guy was mass producing and distributing a bad and unfinished drawing of mine, awkward much!

Now it's too late for me to blog as I am already semi asleep, so here's some keywords.
.....

Theme of the day was 90's rap.

Genius event of the day was fingerspelling, but that is actually always awesome.

Fail of the day was realizing I really really really don't like Jimi Hendrix's music, even though he was too attractive for comfort.

Hero of the day is Andrea for throwing up over a bartable in a promdress, finding vomit on the dress later in the night and accusing other people of having spewed on her in a drunken craze.

Smell of the day... the dry vomit on said dress.

Stud of the day, Peter Andre, just won some best dad awards because his wife left him to do bodyshots on a beach and he took care of the kids meanwhile... I don't see how a father spending time with his children is so impressive, no matter how tarty his wife is... But I hear he has silicone abs and that's extremely fascinating to me, ten points to Pete!

yes!

Moving.

2009-07-05T15:21:00.000-07:00

Moving, packing, not shaking.

I am moving out of a room I've had since, well, almost since I moved to Amsterdam last year, although I was interestingly homeless. At the time very dramatic and frustrating, afterwards quite comedic.
At first I got lucky, and stayed at a friends house. After a while I had to move out of there and set sights for the nearest hostel. Not being very hostel savvy I ended up going to what turned out to be the worst possible place, The flying pig, Uptown. The downtown one is allegedly a lot nicer. This was pretty hellish.
The first night I came, late, drunk, not booked properly, I was somehow excused, unable to pay all my fee and looking extremely pathetic and sent to a room with about ten beds, all full of smelly, fatter british blokes it seemed, in fear of catching crabs (note, still very drunk at that stage) I slept in all my clothes. All the rest of my clean clothes, it was warm out, I too, was very smelly. Woke up with the meanest mosquito bite thus far (they would get worse) on the side of my foot, which later swelled up to the size of a peach.
The second night was a bit more troubling. I came in, had to move rooms, my booking seemed somewhat fluid since I had to move around and pay every night separately, but I was hoping against hope to find a room any day, so it seemed perfectly logical. I went to my room, hoping to get in some solid sleep before starting my new school the following day. When I entered the room there was a big mess everywhere, clothes hanging all over the place and what turned out to be my bed, was filled with speakers and clothes, not sure what to do I asked the only person in the room, a crying girl in the corner where I should go, she emptied my bed and went on with her whimpering.
When I was just about to fall asleep a (admittedly handsome) man entered and sat next to my bed and asked if I would like to share a joint, I declined, but we had a short talk in which he explained to me that this was the staff room. Later I came to know that The flying pig is where lost souls go to get high and party in Amsterdam. In the morning I woke up to a heavier man falling out of a top bunk opposite me. My first sight that morning was him rising, shaking about, and almost fall on top of me, I was petrified, but he managed to swoon and bend over the small balcony in the room, vomit with all his might and fall onto the floor next to me. This was all the waking up I needed so I got up and got ready for school. Ofcourse the first class was with the meanest teacher in school, actually probably one of the meanest teachers around. Sometime in the day I noticed a mosquito bite on my finger, no biggy, I slapped on some afterbite and tried not to mind it. After school I went downtown with some folks and my finger, then swelling rapidly, had grown at least half a size. I decided to stop by the drug shop and get something cooling for the itch. The attendant I asked took a look at my finger and yelped, I had a ring on, and she insisted I let her cut it off, in the end I thought, fine, let her get it off, my finger was growing quite large and it was cutting my circulation quite a bit. After she cut it off and said there was nothing she could do for me she begged me to go to the hospital, my finger, still growing quite fast, didn't get better with this added new circulation, it actually just got worse. I took her advise, and freaked out a bit, went to the hospital, in grave fear that they would have to cut off the finger and I would be unable to do my studies (in the art field you see). I went to the hospital and waited in a small room panicking, then regretting doing so when I heard the loud screams from the people in nearby rooms. When the doctor finally got to me I was freaked out, afraid to lose my finger, afraid that person in the room next to me was going to walk in with their severed arm, and dreading going back to that weedstenched horrorhostel.
The doctor told me it was a bad reaction to the afterbite I had been splashing on and begged me never to put it on again. Thankfully I found a friends house to stay at and didn't have to go back to that horrid hostel. I did find a nicer hostel a few days later, Hotel princess, with doorm rooms and private rooms, cheaper even and the concierge had a crush on me so the service was tops. But not too long after finding this perfect hostel did I find my room, after, ofcourse a few bum viewings. I got lost looking for a house, when I finally found it, the beautiful resident with which I would have been sharing the room, whose name was Smile, really, had given the room away half an hour earlier (I was lost for half an hour...and he was really cute). One man called me, quite frantic and scary, when I was walking back from Smile's house. He really wanted to pick me up and show me this room, trying to squirm away after accidentally having told him where I was he found me and we went to look at the room. He had everything he told me, internet, washingmachine... A scary toothless masterbating british middle aged man in the other extra room... Everything. And he really did have everything, but not very much space to put it. All his everythings were stacked in piles and heaps all over the place. Somewhere in all of this he had found space for a cat and for a mother and daughter to live in what must have been 6m2 romm he wanted to offer me. I declined after he took me to see the neighborhood swimmingpool and got me an agenda, to show me how great the area was, he was not happy. But the next place I got to look at was what has now since been my home, Jan van Galenstraat. Freakily enough the apartment is accessible only through my landlords office. This to me, when new to Amsterdam seemed superfreaky. The room was big and bright even though everything about it's build and design was completely weird and my friend who I took along to look at it convinced me that it was great. And it has been. And in two days I am leaving it for good. It feels a lot like I imagine breaking up a long relationship does. I'll be showing up drunk, begging the room to take me back as soon as I arrive back in Amsterdam. Oh sweet room, with the various breeds of unfriendly insects and strange holes and marks on all the walls, the door which is meant to be on the outside of a house which is even on the wrong way around, the cupboards with the miss-matching doors and shelves that don't go all the way back, the missing parts of the floor which reveal the isolation, you are the best and cutest ugly room in the world. And most recently, the sneaky old mouse in the kitchen which shocked me half to death a couple of times and had the good sense to never eat my food, you are the best mouse in town dude.

Now, back to packing...or sleeping. And then, in two days, back to mama!

Goodnight
-Sun

Packing is a blast.

2009-07-01T06:05:00.001-07:00