Pick up lines.

A pretty normal Wednesday stars slow with long talks with Sinead. Goes on to other adventures and then at the end of the evening ending up in a couchsurfing meeting in Kreuzberg.

The thing with the couchsurfings meetings is that you mingle a lot. Talk to people, both "new" ones and those that are always there. With those that you meet some times new topics are talked about every time. (We left the -what's-your-name-what-do-you-do-in-Berlin and so on some time ago)

Last Wednesday we talked about pick up lines. I don't know so many pick up lines, except the really cheesy ones like Was you father a thief? (answer) Because he stole the stars and put them in your eyes. Also Your clothes would look great on my floor. Classical ones but not that good.

The "best" one I know is (that can't really be used as a girl) Is you name Gillette? (No?) The best a man can get. It's a bit lame as well.

I can't really remember if I ever got picked up with a pick up line or the other way around.

As we talk about the subject we decide that Sinead probably has the best one.

- Do you know how much a polar bear weighs? (No?)

- Enough to break the ice. (you name)

It's kind of funny and I might use it in the future.

An other couchsurfer came up with an other creative way to break the ice. Actually getting some ice and breaking it to start a conversation with someone.

We then said that we where going to look up some more pick up lines, for fun and maybe to use when needed. I'm doing it right now and my favorite so far are:

Your body is a wonderland and I want to be Alice. (because of Alice in wonderland)

There are so many bad ones, that I don't understand who would use. But I do want to use a cheesy pick up line some time. If you know any good/okay/cheesy/funny etc please let me know.

The world.

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This sucks. I have so much more to see and I want to do it right now!

Going to start with going to Austria in December. If I could hitch-hick to Australia I would so be there, or on my way there at this moment.

Birthday!

Yesterday was my birthday! I turned 25 and this will be the year for everything.

I invited some friends over to hang out in the apartment, drinking pomegranate punch and just having a good time. I had so much fun. There was a lot of ukulele playing, laughs and funny things happening.

So happy that I found the people that where there and so happy for having an awesome birthday. I would like to be able to describe it in words, but I don't know how it's possible so that people would understand all the amazing things that happened. Memories I will have forever.

Keys.

I wrote in an earlier post that my purse was stolen and I lost my keys due to that. Since then I haven't had keys to the apartment and have to ring the bell and hope that someone can let me in. And usually it works. Sometimes I have gone somewhere else for some time and come back a bit later.

The question on everybody's mind now is: Why don't you get new keys?

I'm glad that you asked. This is why. IT'S HARD!

Step one was that I borrowed a room mates keys and went to a place near by to get them copied. No. They couldn't copy them because I have to have a safecard (sicherheitskarte) that allows me to copy my keys.

So I go to the office of the company that rents out the apartment that I live in and ask them how I'm supposed to do it. The man that helps me says that I'm not allow to live in the apartment because they who are on the contract is allowed to live there and they can't give me any help about the keys. The man looks angry and I walk away for there not knowing more then before.

Step two is that I ask Born to call Hausmeister or someone that can help me about the keys. He does. They also say that he can't have people living in the apartment and he just doesn't care. They say they can't give out new keys but Born says he has the sicherheitskarte so it should go anyway. Now the sicherheitskarte just has to be found. During this time I call and e-mail different lost-and-found places around Berlin to see if they have my bag or my keys. No luck.

The card is at a guy that lived here before so he promises to send it.

Step three getting the sicherheitskarte on the mail. Everything will be fine now, I thought and went to the same key place that I was at last. The man says that he still can't do it, that I have to go to the address that is on the back of the card. Stupid me, and it's also quite close to home. I go there. Nothing is there. I think it has just closed because it's late and try it again the next day. With keys and card I go to the address. Nothing there. I walk up and down the street and then ask people where it could be, but there is nothing at the address I was given. I see a number on the card. I call it.

Sidenote: I really don't like talking German on the phone. Even if I know I can do it, I know that my German a bit depends on body language and other things then just my voice. I also don't really like talking on the phone in any of the languages I know, even if I can do it.

I call and say I have a card that allows me to copy new keys and that their place on the address was gone. The man on the phone says that they closed that shop some time ago. He also asked me if I was able to fax him a copy of the card (who in they're twentieths has a fax machine?) so that he could make me new keys. Even if I say I can't fax he just gives me a number to send it to and says what it will cost and that I will have the keys in two days.

After hanging up I feel tried just of trying to get it done, but I do find a place to fax (might have been the easiest thing of the day) and a angry man (it is many angry men that are a part of this story) that doesn't want to understand me faxes the card on a piece of paper with my contact details and charges me 80cent. I'm okay with it.

It has to be so bloody hard to get new keys. I sometimes think that this country is just fucking with me for funzies. How can it be this hard? And take so much time.

So now I just hope that all has worked. That I will get a phone call in a day or two and have new keys. Let's keep our fingers crossed.

No market Sunday.

It's Sunday today so it's a flea market day. Or so we thought when we left the apartment, Elsa, Sinead and me today.

We head for Mauerpark, had some awesome food on the way and I had coffee at (probably) Berlin's best coffee place, but more about that place some other time.

People where walking down to the park and so where we and found nothing. NOTHING! No market, no karaoke and people walked away. Odd, we thought and took the tram back to Freidrichshain to go to an other market, but no. Nothing! We ask a lone girl that are selling some things alone by Boxhagener Platz why. She tells us that it's Volkstrauertag. So no market this Sunday and not the next either because then it's Totensonntag. Damn you national holidays that we don't know of.

Having no plan, five of us (Tobias and Robyn joined us), we went to our favorite café also close to Boxhagener Platz called Macondo. It's a café with a lot of couches and great chai latte (among other things) but also you can drink beer/alcohol there if you feel like it. No alcohol laws like in Sweden here in Germany.

We, me and Elsa, found this place some weeks ago and always hang out there. Sitting and reading for hours, drinking coffee or bringing friends there and having a beer for example. Now we all sat down with a chai latte and read. All had books and we talked about books and other things but we where also quite just reading our books and enjoying spending time together.

After some hours, hundreds of pages of literature, chai lattes, gin and tonics and laughs later we left the place, but it was an afternoon well spent.

Sinead has been taking about making a pie all week and made an awesome pie (me like pie) of left overs from the indian food we had earlier. Tobias and I talked with her while she was cooking about hitchhiking, sex, relationships and looked at the laptops we had in our laps for answers to anything that popped in to our heads. Sinead and I planed to go to IKEA tomorrow (yes, we're that Swedish) to get some pillows, curtains and things to decorate our rooms with.

So all and all a good day even if we didn't have a chance to see all the crap that is the flea markets or hear people sing and massacre popular songs. Next time.

This week.

Today is the 11.11.11.

Great number and I celebrated 11.11.11-11:11 by drinking coffee. Felt good.

The week has passed on at it always does. My friend Char, that I worked with at Drottningholm Palace in Stockholm, came to visit. We eat way to much frozen yogurt(froyo) and drank gin fizzes in a fancy hotel bar. So not my style but sometimes that happens. We also went to a rock show. Or at least it felt like it when going to Bode-Museum to see the Renaissance Faces exhibition. An exhibition so popular that you can't pre-buy tickets anymore due to "due to high demand". Since we wanted to go, we stood in line an hour before the museum opened and it was quite of a long line.

Coming in to museum we thought we could go directly in to the exhibition, but no. We had number 133-134, so after 1,5 hours wait (with coffee of course) we got in to see it. Char is a Renaissance kind of girl who is doing her masters in Art history so going with her was just great. It was like having a private guide that could tell me a lot about the artist and story behind the art. The exhibition was great and I'm so glad I went and extra because of the wonderful Char.

I also took Char to Kunsthause Tacheles, to see an other side to art. We went to the sculpture park there, which has a lot of big pieces of weld artwork at is so different to the Renaissance in so many ways.

The rest of the day was spent in with froyo, laughs, talking about travels, life and love among other things.

A new girl has moved in downstairs, Sinead. She's a swedish-brit and we've become fast friends. She came to visit about a month ago and decided to move here, which she did. It feels great that she lives just a staircase down and does as much as I do, which isn't that much.

I tend to talk to much about stupid things and after having a couple of beers I just want to make out/snog with someone which needs to stop. And I need to stop bringing out "all the crazy at once" to people I've just meet. I'm working on it. Results are so-so this far.

An other swede is also in town. My good friend Tobias came to visit and will be here until Monday. I'm taking him to couchsurfing meetings, drinking beer and hanging out in different places around town.

Yesterday we went to the movies, which was awesome. I have been wanting to go to the movies (*singing Let's go to the movies*) but haven't done it until yesterday. We went to see The adventures of Tintin (2011) in 3D. I read the Tintin comics when I was about 10 years old so it has been many years ago. Going to the movies in Germany means, if you don't want to see a dubbed movie to go to a OV (original version) theater, which we did and drank beer during the movie. Got to love Germany when you can buy and drink beer at the movies.

3D is just so fun also so I always get extra excited when I see a 3D movie. It was a lot of fun and the movie was good, not great but good.

About a second ago I found out that people are coming here to cook and hang out tonight. Friday mode on.

WG.

WG is a short version of wohngemainschaft, that would translate to shared living/apartment in English. Many people here in Berlin lives in one, and so do I.

I've already written how I got the room in the apartment I'm staying at now here. Now that it has been a while, let me tell you more about how I have it here.

I have three room mates: Marco, Born and Rosa. Shoobi that I wrote about in a earlier post is going to Madagascar for three month and Marco has come back to the apartment after spending some time in an other part of Germany.

So we are four, all with separate rooms and sharing the kitchen. It's not a big apartment but it works. Born has the biggest room that also connects to the balcony. The kitchen is pretty small and it's hard to be two or more by cooking because there's not so much space. Hanging out in the kitchen is nice though. We have a couch and an arm chair. When we're many, we sit on boxes or just stand.

I really like it here. I like the thing that people just come by and hang out. Just as home in Stockholm. You never know who you're going to meet in the kitchen or who is ringing the door.

Crazy in the kitchen.

And my room mates just make me feel at home. Being themselves, like Marco going around the apartment in his boxer short to make some coffee to wake up. Or Born that has been a rock calling about getting me new keys and such. He also has a way of making anything fun. He and Shoobi where playing guitar the other morning (both are musicians) but instead of song they have written they started singing children songs. And they are both very talented so it fun to hear them and it makes me smile.

Rosa I haven't meet so much yet. We have so different times for being home, and I think I've meet her boyfriend more then her, but she's really helpful and always friendly.

The more time I'm here, the more I like it.

Tonight we'll going to have a good-bye party for Shoobi and his girlfriend Marsha, who are going to Madagascar on Wednesday so may people are coming over and there will be a lot of way to fast german speakers but I think it's going to be nice. How we will all fit in the apartment will be interesting to see. I'm looking forward to it.

Being.

Coffee. I have to much of it today at a café that played a lot of Beriut songs. I wrote, I read and tried to gather my thoughts. There are so many things on my mind at the moment and I can't really seem to get them straight.

I think writing helps with that, to have to put them on paper, or write an long e-mail for a friend.

So yesterday I wrote a way to long e-mail to a friend and today I wrote a couple of pages in my notebook. I feel a bit better after every time.

Being confused about life, about meaning and not wanting to be a part of all that is expected. Studying, working, consuming and so on is something I'm struggling with. I have so many wants and still I have no plans. I've done the studying, and I feel done. Or I could learn so much more, but is the thing about that the studies have to have a goal that bothers me. How about personal grows and knowing things that you actually care about, not things just because you have to get a job?

Why can't I just read "Jane Eyre" for a while and catch up on reading that I really enjoy without people just wondering what I do all day?

Well, I know, I know, I will run out of money in a while. But why is having and making money so impotent?

Sometimes I get so annoyed with all the expectations, people telling me I could do something with my talent, and that I have to live in the norm way of living.

Can't I just be for a second and try to figure things out as I go?