a poem for amanda

amanda you enlighten my life.
you're as important to me as my panda.
if i was gay i'd ask you to be my wife.
it's been three long months since i last saw your face
(if skype doesn't count)
without you around me i feel like lost in a maze
please come with me to primavera next year
i promise it'll be fun so you don't have to fear
we can hit on cute boys and dance to cool bands
if we have to run somewhere we can even hold hands
this poem is soon to be done
i miss you that's all and i think you're quite fun

love,

siri

a lalalaletter to karolina

karolina! how are you, you crazy cat? i think of you often and i miss having you around.
i'm so happy we met at that pop montreal meeting and that we decided to become friends. imagine how much more boring my life would have been without you in it!!

i really look forward to hear about your craycray travels in south america and i really look forward for us to travel together some day! even though we do skype every now and then i feel like that's not enough. we should become better at skyping. my computer and the sound is broken though which makes it a bit hard. i went to an apple store the other day and they told me "to get a new computer".
i was like "REALLY, THAT'S ALL?" and the guy was like "yeah sorry it's unfixable you might as well throw it from a bridge".  noo, not really but he was like "yeah sorry....".

i don't know if i told you that a cord-thingy got stuck inside of it, so my computer actually walks around and thinks that i am playing sound in a speaker or some fancy headphones. ugh, stupid technology.

anyway, it's friday night in montreal and i am at home listening to the beach boys while drinking wine. murdock is on his way here and we're going to a birthday party.

send me an irl adress as soon as you have one and i'll make sure to write you a handwritten letter right away.

xoxo you are the best!

late night letter to mirjam

hola mirjam! como estás?

it's not even fifteen days until i will laugh with you while swimming around in a big ocean. that feels awesome and great and all that jazz.

i have bought a spanish phrasebook which i am reading very thoroughly right now despite the fact that i have a huge in-class exam tomorrow. i will be a spanish master when i hit cuba for sure! and, my film history readings would be way more exciting if they'd been in spanish. apart from not studying to my exam, i am drinking beers and listening to the durutti column. mm. my friend erika is on her way over and we're going to have a study workshop while getting drunk.

"PARTY ON A MONDAY?" you might think and my answer to that is: yep.

so, montreal is getting super cold and the glass in my glasses gets all foggy whenever i enter an indoor environment after being outside. i look pretty much like sune's father rudolf but with longer hair. this is how sune's father rudolf looks like:

i do agree that this is not a super fashionable or hip look but then i've never been that super fashionable or hip as you already know.

the past weeks have been super intense in school and i feel all exhausted and burnt out by now. luckily my first semester here in montreal is soon to be over and i will be a step closer to that oscar i've promised to win.

perhaps i shouldn't say this out loud but since i've already mentioned it in a previous letter; i aim to win an oscar for best director someday! perhaps it will be the last thing i ever do or perhaps i'm even dead when it happens but if so i guess i am fine with that. thing is that i'm going to win it using a male name since women still is being treated like nothing in this weird business i'm into. if i'd been a man i'd probably have ten oscars by now. not that i care about the oscar really, but still.

i have three minutes to round this one up and the last thing i am going to tell you is that my hair is very long by now. ehe.

see you soon maccaroon! puss!

a letter to felicja

FELICJA!

it's only five days until i finally will get to see your beautiful face again!!!! oh how i've missed you! we will have to track down a ping pong table as soon as you get here cause i am dying to play and everybody i know in this town are for unknown reasons not into ping pong (which makes my life, as a rising ping pong star, really hard, sad and shallow).

also, there is an exhibition about art, hip hop and aborginal culture at the contemporary art museum that we should go see! unfortenately i will have to work some of the days you are here but seydis will be off and if she's not sleeping she is more then happy to spend time with you when i am away. are you getting nerveous about our the mad winter we have here? we laughed about your freaked out comment on the photo i posted to instagram. did you pack warm shoes?

i have a little list of things you are more then welcome to bring from sweden:

1. snus. (my mouth is very small, so preferably something in style with gbg rapé white mini)
2. dextrosol.
3. nyponsoup.
4. my guitar.
5. my sofa.

my brother has been really bad at answering my threathening emails about the guitar and i am really scared he won't give it to you. i also happen to know that he wants it for himself which makes him even more determined about not answering when i write to him. i will let you know before the weekend's over though. hold your horses, cross your fingers, close shoot no rabbit etc.

hope you're living the dream in stockholm right now. i surely am. was supposed to join my crew when they were going out but decided to take a long bath with portishead instead. my hands now looks like two raisins and i imagine this is how they'll look in 2073. hopefully these letters still exist by then.

below a video that gives you a hint of what i will do the rest of this friday evening (seriously, i am doing this tonight):

a letter to lisanja

LISANJA!!!!

i can't remember what fish soup you were writing to me about earlier today but i do hear them bells ringing and my curiosity is growing big. i have a really vague memory of us serving maybe ten soups when both of us started laughing insanely about how we accidentally said "fiskesuppe" with a real fluent norweigan accent. i also remember that espen guy and the commercial he did when he went all "mmmm, suppe!". haahaa. thinking of stavanger and all things we did feels like some surreal dream, i have so many weird memories from there. my most fun memory will always be when we were watching twin peaks and that taco got stuck in your throath and both of us laughed about how andy got that thing in his head and you started choking but i thought you laughed even more so i laughed even more which made you laugh even more, even though you were choking. thinking of that always make me laugh like when it actually happened.

what is up in stockholm? was the family gathering pleasant? i went on a date with a guy from vancouver yesterday. i guess it was a good move since i've been spending almost this whole semester crying over the man who didn't want to be with me. anyway, me and this vancouver guy went to a really nice micro brewery located in an area called "le plateau". i almost never spend time in "le plateau" except from when i work there so it felt like i was discovering a new world, or at least a new area of town. i also discovered how good this city is when it comes to removing all snow from the streets. holy moly, they are so quick and efficient. it takes maybe five minutes and then the streets are all empty and you could almost get a summer vibe even though it's in the middle of the winter.

anyway, i will have to sleep now and i guess that you are waking up in a little while, just in time to read this along with your morning coffee. i miss you so let's speak this weekend. i will start work at twelve this saturday so maybe around 16.00 your time?

ossa kossa och allt sånt. snakkes!!

a postcard to rebecka and erik

REBECKA and ERIK,

both of you will recieve letters here in not too long but before that happens: a postcard! 

this is from our wig party last summer. can't really remember if we had mad fun or not but the photographer caught us anyway.

i think we look like superheroes in this photo and maybe someone would like to do an interview about our skills after seeing this. erik, you look like a superhero that is capable to sneak in to any nightclub without ever paying and rebecka, you look like one of those superheroes that knows how to trick a bartender into giving you free drinks. i guess i just look like a really drunk and bad fighter but that's an ok superpower as well. we'll have to do it again next time i'm in sweden! have a nice evening and happy holidays etc. 

a letter to oskar

OSKAR!

did you ever set fire to the golden doggie or is he still in siretorp, shining like a star? yesterday i found the video where you are playing mouth-trumpet at rebecka's place while cooking dinner. it sounds like you are playing stilla natt and after watching it i realized that having you by my side would be the greatest christmas gift of all. our balcony here is kind of as cosy as yours and how awesome wouldn't it be if we could have one of those balcony-mornings in this very moment?!

i am off work today and i've been listening to old songs that reminds me of you. one of them is you can call me al with paul simon. uh what a song! there is an awesome remix of that song up on the internetz and i must say it is a really festive remix. did you ever go back to that tree where we  carved our names? seydis have some really nice photos of us kicking leaves in the parc i can't remember the name of. it was the same day that allison left and we fed the birds and climbed those trees by the water as well. thinking of these things make me miss malmö a whole lot. or, maybe not malmö in specific, but you and all things we always did. 

i have your book here, the hitch hikers guide to the galaxy. haven't read it yet but i sure will when work isn't that chaotic. dude, i work soo much! i really like my job though and at least times pass by quickly but wää, i really look forward to some hardcore vacation!! please come visit us here one day, i need you in my life!

take care and drive carefully and all those stuff. speak to you soon!

a letter to julia

JULIA,

so how are things in life? are you doing okay in norway? it is so weird that i haven't heard your voice in...i don't even know how long. talked to bianca the other day and both of us are hoping that you might pack your bags to come stay with us in canada as soon as you finish school. would you do that? she is moving to toronto, did you know?

there is so much i feel i have to tell you. i mean, stuff in general that either makes me sad or happy. stuff that doesn't make sense and stuff that makes perfectly sense. i think i got to know my self a whole lot this fall and it would be nice to have your opinion on my conclusions. i know we always talk/used to talk about that stuff and that i always been kind of aware of who i am/try to be or want to be but yes, there's been stuff going on in my life which kind of made my whole perspective on me/the world a bit different. 

montreal is nice. i really love it here and have a feeling i might stay for a couple of years. i guess it all depends though, if i get in to a school or not. some days i feel really confident in what i am doing/trying to do/aiming to do and i'm all like "uh, here is the first female oscar winner who wins the best male director award" and other days i'm more like "uh i should probably go back to the "cleaning plate buissness" i used to do when i was 14". maybe the last wouldn't be so bad after all, if my film career ends at the bottom of the pacific ocean. (whoaa, that must be so far down!!) i can imagine that there is several ways of cleaning a plate into perfection though. it all depend on if you're using the right tools and moves and stuff. now that i even think about it i get an idea of a film about a sad, old woman who actually devotes her whole life into cleaning plates. maybe i can combine these two careers if my film career is reaching a new low the same year i turn 40. 

anyway, i am a bit sad tonight and you are the one i miss the most rigth here and right now so hey, log in to skype soon!

yours forever, siri. 

a letter to pernilla

PERNILLA!

today me and seydis went to the parc to do some winter sports. we brought two very big plastic bags from ikea to make it more of a swedish experience, rather then a canadian. they were well stuffed into my backpack and that is also why i look so pleased at the photo below. 

it was really really cold outside and even though both of us were dressed as if we were supposed to move into an igloo we got really cold only seconds after leaving our house. we even had to stop by at a café named chez boris to have a donut before going all the way to the parc.

when we finally got there we climed all the way up to the top of the hill. both of us looked out over the snow and i must say i felt like a real viking hero, with the ikea bags in my backpack. 

and off we didn't go. to our disappointment the ikea bags didn't work at all as they were as slippery as a pile of sand and we had to use both of our legs to drag us even the slightest centimeter. i must say that it looks like seydis has top speed in this photo but no, that is just an illusion. the ikea bag look really warm as well which is also an illusion. 

 

so yes. after this first failed attempt to do winter sports i decided to go and buy a real sledge and me and seydis decided to give it another try wednesday. 

how is barcelona? how is your shrimp studies? 

i really look forward to primavera sound and summer and neutral milk hotel and spending all mornings on the beach, after leaving the festival.

my new friend maiko might come along next year. we are actually getting married but i don't remember why. maybe to give me a citizenship or to give him a citizenship or just for fun. weird.

anyway, i'm going to drink some coffeenow and try to get warm after this extreme day full of cold extreme sport. i miss you! 10 000 kisses from the old dragon!

a letter to annimami

ANNIMAMII!

you are the second person recieving a letter from me. how does that feel? it is monday and i am alive. can't remember what i dreamt about tonight but i woke up with a pain in my back. had to do a homemade yoga to get my body back on track and after this intense workout i now feel younger, stronger and smarter then ever. convinced seydis to start an opera cover band with me which means i'll have to learn how to sing opera. would you like to guest sing every now and then?

right now i am sitting on the floor with lots of clothes on. i actually have two pairs of pantyhose, one pair of leggings, a pair of socks, a tanktop (eh), a long sleeved t-shirt and a really warm knitted sweater. soon i will add a pair of shoes, a jacket, a scarf, a beret and two pairs of gloves because you know why? we are going to do winter sports!!!

i am glad that you and isak found some yeast and got to make the lussebuns. did they turn out good?
sometimes i think about how isak said that chris o'niel is a meathead. i wonder if he and maddy are happy together.

have been listening to ane bruns cover of halo all morning and that is the song i will give you today!
hasta la vista baby, speak to you soon!

puss!


ps. click on the link! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_TwBvLx-NYA