Kissowa Insider

Just recently a new legislation was passed in the Swedish parliament that allows officials to monitor all electronic traffic crossing our borders. Yeah, that’s right, Big Brother has come to Sweden. So why am I writing this here, a blog that has more non-Swedish readers than Swedish? Well, because this affects you.

Every instant message, email, text and voice-call you make to Sweden will get tapped. Every webpage located on Swedish servers will be subject to monitoring. Even just traffic passing our borders will be subject to this. Think about it for a while. How does that make you feel?

A list over english articles about the law can be found here.

Pirate Party pressrelease found here.

K… so what you do is put on yer iPod, load all them songs, crack on shuffle and let each song answer a question… Fun fun!

Will it be ok? Bad Bad Boy… (eh… ok?)

How are you feeling today? Blood Brothers. (Hmm… bloody?)

How do your friends see you? Hit the Floor. (faceplant?)

Will you get married? Lonely. (LOL, no?)

What is your best friend’s theme song? Born Again. (Wait, who’s my best friend?)

What is the story of your life? Lady Stardust. (Right.)

What was high school like? The Dynamo of Volition (Yeah, ok. I’ll take that.)

How can you get ahead in life? Shut up and Drive (*chuckles* Ok then.)

What is the best thing about your friends? Jet Pilot. (They fly high?)

What is tonight going to be like? Cranking the Sirens. (I wish.)

What is in store for the remainder of this weekend? I’m Alone. (*sniffle*)

What song describes you? Granite. (Hardass, that’s what I’m saying!)

Describe your grandparents? Chasing Cars. (Eh… No clue.)

How is your life going? Sweet Dreams. (My life is a sweet dream! So corny.)

What song will they play at your funeral? Diamond Hoo Ha Man. (I’ll come back to haunt those motherfuckers, I’m telling ya’ll right now.)

How does the world see you? Try Again. (Ehm, constantly failing? Or never quitting?)

Will you have a happy life? Waiting On The World To Change (Sounds tedious.)

What do your friends really think of you? Things To Say. (Well, I got em. Question is if they care for it. :P)

Do people secretly lust after you? Bangla Desh. (I’m going to take that as a no.)

How can I make myself happy? I’ll Keep Your Memory Vague. (Fucking spot on.)

What should you do with your life? Nasty Girl. (Apparently I have a bright future in prostitution?)

Will you ever have children? Your Song. (Right. Do-over please!)

Yeah i know. i promised a hungover report… I didnt get hungover, I need to get drunk again so i can do it. or something. Meanwhile. Photoshop!

… when you realise that the majority of your “friends” doesn’t actually give a flying crap about your birthday, that happy fluffy feeling kinda gets lost.

This has been a guilttrip written by Kissowa.
Join tomorrow for the hungover report of tonights risky venture.

Ok, so not long ago I mentioned how rare it is to have a full album where you actually like every song. In Silico was very close to perfect, but this one is closer. Disturbed - Indestructible. It is just one wicked song after another. Right now my favourite is Divide, but this album is so good I’m going to change my mind every five minutes, count on it.

Hehe, that headline sounds kinda naughty…

Point is, this blog turns 1 year old today! Yay! I started exactly one year ago with this post about Godwins Law. (Which still owns btw. The law, not necessarily the post.) 4 years blogging, 1 year on my own domain. I’m almost a veteran.

Kissowa Insider now contains 73 posts within 10 categories. How about that. That’s one post every 5 days. I’m almost proud of myself.

For the following year I will change the layout of the blog, make my own header in PS, post more frequently and more honest. Aye, I’m becoming even more honest… Join me for the ride.

…is a bathtub filled with icecold water. Heatwave ftl.

I will Love you cancerously
Like a salt-sore soaked in the sea.
‘High-maintenance’ means
I’m a gluttonous queen
Narcissistic and mean.
Kill you romantically
Fill your soul with vomit
Then ask you for a piece of gum.
I’m awful, You’ll love me!

I’m a parasitic, psycho, filthy creature
finger-bangin’ your heart
I’ll call you up drunk
Does the fun ever start?
I’m hideous and sexy!

I know just how to hold you
And when my edges soften
My body is your coffin
I know I drain you slowly
I wear you down to bones in bed

(Rewrite from this song, fucking ace and so hilarious.)

Just got home from the hospital. Got the results from my 6 month checkup since the Gastric Bypass. Everything was perfect. Perfect! I am quite literally healthier than i have ever been in my life. I have lost 30kg (66 lbs) in six months. So I’m sitting there discussing with the nurse about how my life have improved during this time. As we get further into it, I sit there, realising I’m actually close to crying. Crying of happyness, how about that? I am happy. This is how it feels. Woah. I can’t remember ever having felt this good.

I stopped taking my happypills (what a stupid nickname, all they do is numb) a while ago. I don’t need them anymore. Not only that, I can actually hurry up the three flights of stairs to my apartment without panting and clutching my chest. I have friends that I absolutely adore and love. They enrich my life in a way that I will never be able to tell them. Cheesy smooches to Piff, Puff, Pöff and Bill (or is it Bull? :P) I am curious about life, I want to try everything, atleast once. I want to know what people think and feel, I want to pick their brains. It’s so hard to explain what this is, because it’s new to me. I guess this is the extreme opposite to apathy. And I know apathy. Gah, it’s sick isn’t it? I know im disgustingly cheesy now, but you know what, I don’t care! Hah!

Oh btw, have a listen to this song, just makes you even more happy!