FREDRIK SCHEIKE

It's no fun being sick.. No fun at all. For three days in a row now, I've been having major headaches and stomachaches. What an awesome way to start ones vacation on! I've meddled numerous ideas of what it might be with Florence but now, when I finally know, she doesn't believe me.. I mean, how hard can it be? I know the symptoms, and I definitely know this is it, so just give me the meds and know I'm not 5 years old just because I speak french like one! Of course, by natural reasons, I can't start yelling in anyones face like that. So what have I been doing these days? Wednesday/Mercredi/Onsdag: What a HARD day in school this was! Watched Indigènes for approx. 2 hours and then the day was at an end. I ate as usual at the school-cafeteria. Afterwards I went with Anne-Lise to get a cup of coffee and chat a little. We had a great time and afterwards we exchanged numbers if anyone of us would feel like doing something during the vacancy. She followed me to the bus

"...Wherever human blood is spilt, there's nigh victory, nor loss to speak of, for a loss in battle presumes a winner - and how can one win where there exists only tragedy, where there exists only insolence and where only ignorance still stands undefeated? For where ignorance rules, we dance like fools to its pipe, and we tend to forget.. So I spit at your false tears, I shun your two-faced wails and I mock you as you lie weeping, with a smile never more than an inch away. For you may have watched, but have you truly seen? And you may have heard, but have you truly listened? Weep for it, but not for your banner, nor for your brave men, weep for our own ignorance, weep for our evidentially approaching doom - for 'tis more likely to come than our salvation. Weep for it all, but not for the foul bloodstains on your flag, weep for it all - for every human life lost is a tragedy written anew." © Fredrik Scheike, 2006. Wow, a movie surely can awake emotions.. If it'

Axplock av allt jag skrivit hittills: Have you ever felt down or beat? Ever had the feeling you were incomplete? Thought that there was more to life than this? That everything passes by like chances you've missed? Let me tell you, you are not the only one, who sees exactly how the universe went wrong. You and me could blame both time and room, though we both know, humanity has prepared it's own doom. ____________________________ J'éspere, j'éspere, je pourrais voir ton visage juste une fois encore et j'éspere bien, tu n'as pas m'oubligé dejà. ____________________________ . . As death lurks closer and terror reigns the earth. I'm still that last bit of coal , pyring in your hearth. The chains all bind closer as for air you try to grasp. As you turn feeble and weak, I'm the only strengthening hand you could clasp. ___________________________ Det kommer mer sen. Tror jag. ("4" i historia och "19" i En

Sitting here, eating my breakfast and doing nothing special really. Had quite a week, yesterweek so I'm still quite sucking on the joy-caramel from then. Monday, nothing special, talked to Julia more than half an hour, and I must say, those calls are a small refuge, we have so much fun! Thanks! I also went around on all the schools (2) to talk to every highly positioned person in order to get the permission to stay out at nights during the Jazz-festival. I finally got permission to stay out until 0:00 EVERYDAY that I would like as long as I told in advance. Tuesday, met up with Ethel who wasn't feeling very good. We walked around and ended up at a café, talking away hours and hours. I think we drank one cup of coffee (read: brown-colored water with a hint of besque) during the whole 5 or 6 hours we sat there. We talked about life, about france, about the universe, well, pretty much about everything really. I believe she felt a little better when we parted somewhere around 21:00

Haha! Ja du hörde rätt! Tony Tuggar Tuggummi mâste bli featured som dagens lât! Helt klart! I övrigt kan jag hastigt och lustigt säga att saker är fett bra just nu, jag är lite sâdär smâspattigt löjligt glad! Förklarar närmre sen! Sen: Bah! Aphärlig helg, lyckas klämma fram ett tillstând som gör att jag fâr vara ute till 0:00 varje kväll den här veckan, p.g.a. Jazzfestivalen! Huuur bra som helst! Nu känns det gött att leva! Photos! 1:a raden: Jag njuter av höstsolen || Jonas pâ internatet gör Death-metal miner 2:a raden: Delphine och Marion är narcissistiska || Jag och tom (han Är blyg, detta var det enda sättet att fâ honom pâ bild. 3:e raden: Sâ här mâlar man fasader i frankrike! || Boissejours, miniförort till en mini-by utanför Clermont-Ferrand (Jag bor här) 4:e raden: Min skola i höstljuset || Mickaël med min halsduk, hans Poi - som Âsna i Nalle Puh! 5:e raden: Ett vackert höstlöv jag hittade || Höstträd

Vers 1. As the rules are changing, the pawns take their places ready to overthrow the reigning king and queen. The people are relentless and in need of a revolution, fed up with things that are and things that have been. Maybe you've never heard the shouts of the mob, the screams; their voices, raidsed to a solemn protest: "It's time for you to step aside, to let the new blood in, for this is the new time, REVOLUTINARY UNREST!" Refr. All this time, we have waited with hatred and rage, clench your fists as we embody the emotion! The time for negotiation is past, there's no more need to wager, Time for actions, time to set this nation in motion! Hold your heads up high, sisters and brothers. Join leagues, form groups, stand united! Equal we are, equal we fight, we're divided by no colours. We shall make them see they rule us uninvited! Vers. 2 So what the fuck's really going on, when now-a-days even a baby knows a knife from a gun? Is this cold world somethi

Another Photoblog, this time with a little text aswell!: My room viewed from the bed. These cute minibuses traverse all the town! || Cathedral - astounding. My piece I'm working on. || Ethel with Mathieu - her correspondant brother. The whole Cinema-gang! Marion, Clementine, Héloise, ___ , Mathieu Ethel, Delphine. I have had a pretty busy weekend now..! At Saturday, after lunch, I went home to my family where they were sitting and eating together with one of their daughters who was home during the weekend. I of course sat down, talked and was polite - as usual. I learnt she's studying art at the Paris university, and I must say, she's done some interesting work! I later started working on my "Explication de Texte" about Descartes.. It was all going quite okay till I suddenly realized, I didn't understand the text, even though I've gotten it explained to me. So I quit. I had been invited to watch a film together with Ethel - the Swedish girl, Delphine, Mari

I'm sitting here in the library once more after a quite extrordinary and terrifying day.. I awoke at the usual 6:50 and got out of bed to be able to check once more I had all my things packed for the day. I had this feeling I had been sleeping extremely heavy since when the alarm went off, it started ringing in the far distance. I packed my stuff and headed for breakfast. Same "demi-wholegrain"-bread, bowl of tea, glass of orangejuice, yoghurt but today they also served leftover fruits which for me meant a banana! I got to my historylesson which today was transformed in to the premier geographylesson. I sat there, trying to take notes, trying to think in french but soon realized that I had major difficulties with both my concentration and my understanding. I always find it difficult, but today it was as if the teacher all of a sudden started speaking Greek or latin or some completely different language. First I thought it was only because I was more tired than usual and

Jag har hittat franska motsvarigheten till Radio Rix FM.. Jag är SÂÂÂÂ lycklig. How do you know you've succeeded with your language? Mickaël asked me one breakfast this week what I've been dreaming, I of course couldn't answer since I didn't remember. He then told me he had understood everything I had said, because I had been speaking FRENCH in my sleep! How awesome isn't that..? Well well:) Love from the Café Bis! Fredrik

Time for me to write a little aswell! This weekend has clearly been passable, enjoying it for real, though all this language training makes me kind of dizzy. I finished at 10 as usual on saturday morning and waited for the clock to turn 11:00 because that's when I was about to be picked up. I headed, directly after course to a little bar with Delphine and Marion to take a coffee. After a lot of thinking I decided I wanted a cold nice coke in the near-to-summer-sun". I headed back to the Lycée where Florence would pick me up, because we were going to go visit Georges mother who had her anniversary Saturday. She had told me earlier that Georges and Quentin would go by bike and we others by car but as we approached "home" she told me we were all going together. During the way "home" to pick up all the others me and Florence started discussing the problems I'm having with learning and wanting to quit german. I debated it for the whole way when I started rea

Another picture-blog from the two weeks gone past. Texts up later today, or tomorrow?: 1 row. 2 row. 3 row. 4 row. 5 row. 1st row - L to R: Madame Pont, my philosophy teacher. || Toasting in Champomy in the schoolyard. || Clermont-Ferrand. 2nd row - L to R: Sunrise over the internat. || Elevator-lights. || Fire-poi session with Pauline and Mickaël. 3d row - L to R: Fire-poi session with Pauline and Mickaël. || Clouds above Puy-de-Dôme. || Parachuters at Puy-de-Dôme. 4th row - L to R: Swiss guy with beret and baguette. || Beautiful rose thistle. || Same thistle with a bumblebee. 5th row - L to R: Delphine, Marion and Anouk at Puy-de-Dôme pick-nick. || Vincent - the other brother. || Florence - my correspondant mother.