Luciano's Birthday + Independence day of Nauru + Pizza

Last Monday our friends came back from Lapland and stayed in Stockholm before they returned to their home-countries. This meant that I had the honour and privilege to live together with Sven the whole week. Chinese food, good company and the shower being high up, because Sven is a bloody giant. 

On Thursday we celebrated Luciano's birthday, the Independence day of Nauru and Sven's last day in Sweden with a ridiculous load of pizzas. 

The long exposure makes grown-ups feel very happy and enthusiastic

"LIDINGÖ":

My new oven finally served us all very well

three and half delicious treats :

Fuck TV, this is way better:

Ladies love to mole a heart and then eat it afterwards:

Protecting the pizza so Chloe would not eat it before it reaches the table:

Eat art!:

Luciano is getting his birthday kisses:

 

 In food she trusts:

Poor students should not eat this fancy:

The Lidingö madness might be stupid and unreasonable when seen from outside, but fuck it, because the people here were one loco coco group-o:

We gave Luciano a Max burger and straw-glasses for his birthday.

Money well spent:

My dry period continues. Lemonade or one 2.5% beer (which in my home is considered water):

Camille, why did you not join us in August? U mad?:

When nobody's looking, he creeps towards women with a smirk on:

"Welcome to the best place on Earth. Skybar":

He has literally beer goggles:

After grand feast, one must hold itself together:

Could. not. stop. laughing.:

Scream and jump:

New neighbours entering the circle:

I entered my room to use the toilet, but this disco owl was there, so I peed on the floor:

Shake ya ass, watch yourself, shake ya ass, show me what you're working for:

This freaky Nutella lover and fox urinate hater is one of the most loveable guy on Earth. Ladies, he is a keeper!:

Nauru's anthem made us randy :

"Nauru 45! That awesome island in the Pacific!"

Aske joined us on Skype:

Luciano, bulululullululululblulullullulululululul:

Uros took the lights out, argh:

After everyone had left me; Sven, Luciano and Daniele made tea and discussed about everything. As Sven had to take the 7AM bus, we promised to stay up until then.:

4AM tea:

 After some time, I was way too pussy and fell asleep. Boys continued to talk, cook and listen to music, while I was purring in the corner. 

Before Sven left, I woke up, waved goodbye also cried a little. Then I thought about Feng Shui shitting (on which Sven is master about) and my mood was up again.

 Nobody canna cross it!

Copyright - Luciano and William.

Female celebration.

My grandfather gave me a mini-oven. The frying days are over. Welcome cookies, pizzas and cakes.

Female celebration.

The sky is brighter above Lidingö

As my new friend Camille has the Aske's key, which opens the rooftop door, we tested it out straight away. I have been up there a lot, but after housing office started to threaten our fun we pulled the break. 

-20. Smoking. Stars. Niggas on the roof.

 I feel bad for the people, who can't see the stars, because of light pollution.

Friday at Kuhn's

New people have moved in. New Sven is Canadian. New Monika is from Hong-Kong. New Aske is French Camille (my saviour from boredom). Instead of Belgians there is a nice couple from Norway, where the guy is called Wind. So on and so on. 

On Friday we went to visit the third floor, because they appreciate some good time.

6th floor is rather dead now and SkyBar is moving towards bankruptcy:

A guy, that wants to send a thank you note to Apple for making iPhone such a great place to roll a joint on:

Camille has always "Not sure.." face on:

Good music connects people:

How many people Kuhn's place can handle? A whole lotta:

Tries to be a gangsta, but fails, because too cute:

Three of them know exactly what they are doing and one of them is almost there, but not quite yet:

The boy smells good or something:

Photobombed by a very energetic friend:

Men at work, do not interfere:

Girls gone wild

Yes, more party pictures. What did you expect then?

On Saturday me and five other girls were left alone in the house, because old ones moved out and new people had not yet arrived. It was a mess. Do not get me wrong I do enjoy female company, but I am just grateful that there are men in the world, who can balance the circle of life.

tl;dr - Had a girls night, which got out of hands. As a result a guy got punched in the face and tears were running around. At the end of the night we still had a remarkable time, because I saw Lone at Marie Laveau.

Bubbly ladies with some bubble:

The life has its extraordinary spectacles, when seen through glass:

No bottles would remain closed for us:

Seems like someone is smoking there, noup, just popcorn:

Work! What would Tyra say?

You are fit, but oh my gosh don't you know it:

I hope they will be famous in the future, then I could sell this amazing photograph to gossip people:

I have some stories to tell to my grandchildren:

Strong Icelandic woman gets squeezed:

Marti, our saviour should have called the ambulance for us:

Write it on your forehead and never forget it:

Keep your friends close, but your best friends closer:

Beause I would love to learn when to shut my mouth and wake up in the morning and be in my own house. Do one last shot and know when to stop, no more photo's on facebook of me doing the robot

Wake me up before you go-go

Well, well, well - I am not sure how to end this long and insufferable silence. My mood has been on a roller-coaster ride and here comes the reason why. Firstly my Significant Other left the Scandinavian grounds last week. We are used to not being in the same country, but at least one thing to appreciate now is that we are situated in the same continent. Still feeling sad that he is not present.

The miserable let's-wave-goodbye-and-wipe-our-tears-so-nobody-will-notice (and for your information everybody always notes your bloody red eyes). This madness continued all last week and keeps on doing so, because my sweet neighbours and lovely people around me are now scattered around Europe, since their time here was over. 

Before they went, we had three days long blurry madness, because "Why not, let's get crazy", but "Wake me up before you go-go"

tl:dr - Before new adventures can begin, here is last Thursday and our goodbye party.

Me and my partner in crime Georg started the evening quite early, like 6pm. I went down to help him pack. You could feel that it was a special occasion as I opened my expensive wine and used my classy 9.99 IKEA glasses: 

Listening everything from Beyonce till Blawan. Sucking air out of the bags (I will not explain this one, do your own thinking). 

Basically we were just waiting the alcohol to kick in. Spoler alert! we exceeded in that.

One moment we understood that it is time to go up, as our friends were starting to gather. On our way, it hit us that we might be one step ahead from others with our intoxication. Fine, one step turned out to be like thousand of steps. 

Whatever, rest still tried to keep up with me and Georg:

Monika - my Eastern Europe connection, who understands the art of the east side basically. She is the one to put a vodka made from pison pee on the table and say "Let's drink". 

Chloe is the one, who is also staying in Sweden with me. HALLELUJAH! I say:

Not sure if it portrays on the picture, but we were on another planet in that moment. Sadly we left everyone else back behind on the Earth:

Ending it on the 6th floor, as it all started:

I love when friends are holding me up. Stay classy!:

Also me and Georg ended up being in a relationship on Facebook. "It is complicated" was the particularly correct term, sadly we broke off the morning after:

It might come off as a bit wrong, but I did not lick anyone that evening as much I did Georg:

"Boys, let's make a picture...ohh...Sake!":

What. The. Fuck. 

The drunk mind wants, what the drunk mind wants - if it wants to ski in the hallway, then so be it:

She is apologising for the hideous earrings she was wearing:

We wrote each other something nice on the Swedish flag, of course I did it in Estonian:

"Pikka iga ja palju lapsi. Või mida iganes":

Drinking game, that I missed out on. 

Still Chloe's face is brilliant, I had a special urge to photoshop her face to all of the people on the picture:

There's a trip to Italy and Belgium coming up:

Nobody will appreciate "Vaginas" more than him:

  

A friend in need, is a friend indeed:

Before being in a relationship, we got along better:

One moment the sun rose.

The -20 degrees and also the massive pain in our hearts and heads kicked in:

Farewell, my ladies and gentlemen.