FREDRIK SCHEIKE

This time it's aaaaall photos, I'll describe everything as the week follows!

I JUST WANT TO BE F R E E .

Kanske jag helt ska sluta skriva då jag inte vet hur jag börjar en dikt. Helt enkelt bara sluta svamla, jag får ju ändå inte fram något av vikt. Inte kan jag revoltera eller förarga och tända en publik med ord. Upplysa är inte att tänka på och dagens journalistik kräver mord. Noveller, texter, romaner och essäer, allt finns redan i överflöd. Fantasin sätter gränsen eller är min musa - död? Jag har kanske inte skribentens själ eller vassa tunga, skarpa penna. Född till ett annat yrke, men är inte poesi nått att känna? Oavsett vilken definitionen blir är det lika personligt som ett fingeravtryck. Sedär, min musa! Återfödd som av ödets nyck. German, what a source of inspiration, isn't it? I guess I have to get a grip of myself if I seriously don't want to get myself into any kind of problems. I've already got enough right now. Where's Mother when you need her the most? Where are the hugs when you long for them so? Why complain when there's re

@Julia: Haha, jag bjuder pâ den sörrö! Grattis grattis! How much of a fool am I not? How much mess and havoc have I not caused already? Isn't it time for some things to pass in descretion? Why must it always be like this? I've now been resting for a little more than 2 weeks in France and I'm already fed up. I have a life here - it's true, I have friends here - it's also true. But I'm fed up, really, sorry. My mind feels as constipated as a child eating nothing but flour - and I've already been in to deep mess. A small and shallow recap of my two weeks in France. Saturday 6th of January: Leaving Uppsala at daytime to get on the flight to France. Everything passes smoothly at Arlanda and I don't even have to pay extra for my Snowboard. It would otherwise cost 20€ which I'd gladly pay, but nonetheless if it's free I'm not complaining! At Charles de Gaulle though, I can't pass security control with my newly bought bottle of Pepsi even though

Jag har betraktat dig länge, sett och hört på önskar en var två __________ The water in which your floating in with your broken wings 'cause you couldn't swim As the butterfly you thought was I that caught your eye When you where going down escaping town just to be a little free. Was it really worth it? ______ German's good for loads of things right? I'll post everything up tomorrow, promise! Bisous! Love from the Den! Fredrik

Oh my god.. Or something like it, I'm sweating a little bit - just a little bit - too good time's soon running out. I promise I'll update as soon as possible again! Sorry for not posting that often! CONGRATULATIONS TO JULIA FOR HER 19th BIRTHDAY! Skie: Yeah - damnit you're slow.. But as long as you'll find an excuse I'll believe you! Victor: Eller hur? Den är helt sagolik - förhoppningsvis sâ har den âkt ner nu i veckan medan jag har varit pâ internatet! Bisous! Love from the den!

Let it flow , let it go, let your creativity show ! Got creative last night - results turned out rather nice actually!

Wow: Back in France already - and it doesn't even feel funny, weird nor bizarre! Or waaaait a minute... Doesn't it..? Of course it does, but not in the same way as it did when I first arrived here, nearly 5 months ago. Everything was new back then - the language, the culture, the family and the food. Yup, everything really - but since I'm kind of like a social chameleon without any real social "group" to belong to, naturally, I got around. This time around is different, it's different because this time I've had the opportunity to meet and speak to almost all of my friends so intensively and so quickly I thought it'd never end. But all things must come to an end so evidentially, even these short Christmas-holidays. Sometimes I wonder; did I do the right thing to come home, stir up all the emotions and so intensively meet everybody? Did it do more pain than good - knowing all the time that I would have to leave them "once more"? Bah oui, I&