I am definitely not homeless…rather home-a-lot

This is a big risk. I usually write lots of nonsense when it is late and I am tired (and really should be in bed).  Come Tuesday, I will have lived in three places in the space of a week. The wonderful Woods and the magnificent Michelle have shown what being a Christian really is. This week I have felt more at home than I ever did during the five months in my old place.

On Tuesday I will actually go to India for five days. Will not have much time to prepare though, as my head is full of a lot of other stuff at the moment.

Went through some old e-mails earlier. Brings back quite a lot of memories - both good and bad actually. Like e-mails from the girl that never turned up for a date (not sure whether it was good or bad, in hindsight... it makes a great story though).

Then we have ancient (10-12 year old) e-mails from old friends from home. These are hilarious, and sometimes random to say the least!

Had a great discussion with my housemates last night. The conversation was about whether we actually believe the stuff in the Bible regarding how earth came about.

On Friday night I hope to cook some proper Swedish food (no, not meatballs). Should be fun!


Today Simon has:

Listened to Lifesong by Counting Crows
Read not enough
Noticed that he looks forward to the Paramore concert

Brighton Waterfront

Maciej and I are just about to leave Brighton for Portsmouth.

Hittade en gammal dikt

Datorn påstår att jag skrev den här sent en kväll i augusti 2005. Tycker att den var ganska bra, med mina mått mätt.



Till den tysta vägen som kallas livet

När jag ser dig undrar jag
Vad som egentligen händer

Är det tänkt och vem tänker
Att våndan ska fortsätta vara

En tro som aldrig slocknar
Ljuset som aldrig tänds

Solen påskyndar rosten
Regnet torkar sakta bort

Jag köper dig en trasa
Så kan vi hjälpa till




Today Simon has:

Listened to his coughing
Read FT Weekend
Noticed that the pollen may just have caused enough mess for this year

Great Weather...

...I cannot see any ash?

Green Tree!

The Exception

Generally I do not allow myself to write late at night. So here is another exception.

I am entering Easter having had a very eventful week. I came back from South Africa on Monday, and then I moved into a new place on Wednesday.

There are many things to be said about SA. It is a beautiful country. I wish I could see things through the eyes of the people who live there – it is so easy to become a Mr Know-it-All. My friend Leah would have had a tough week without me being there, so she deserves praise for surviving me - and being a great host. Not like she had a choice...

Africa is probably not a finished chapter for me. When I get good at project management, I hope to get an opportunity to join my company’s office in Johannesburg on a short-term assignment. But first a few years in Guildford.

Good opportunities come to those who pray and work their asses off.


Today Simon has:

Listened to Def Leppard's Hysteria
Read Fortune and how American companies utilises the leadership qualities of ex-soldiers
Noticed that I am not always happy

Poem

I have actually thought about publishing my collection of very random Swedish poems (my poems are for poetry what abstract expressionism is for art). Usually they are just jokes at friends' weddings (I put the most random stuff together, and ask friends to perform these at wedding parties in my absence - to their embarrassment and the guests' confusion). Here is one that was performed by a Oscar at Jonas and Monica's wedding.

Diktens namn: Lövträd
av Simon Sundberg

Senapssås, ååh du gyllengula
Vi ska dansa genom en ny skosula

Min katt är svart, grön grön grön

När ljuset droppar genom
Sirapskakan
Vill du inga vänner ha
I Södertälje
Kan ingen höra dig baka




In English:

Name of Poem: Leafy Trees
by Simon Sundberg

Mustard gravy, oh you golden
We shall dance through a new shoe sole

My cat is black, green green green

When the light trickles through
the syrup cake
No friends you want
In Södertälje (a city south of Stockholm)
Nobody could hear you baking


Today Simon has:

Listened to his own thoughts and a 10 presentations
Read in African Laughter by Doris Lessing
Noticed that this blog is slowly getting refreshed