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    <title>The World is a Book - and those who do not travel read only one page.</title>
    <description>The World is a Book - and those who do not travel read only one page.</description>
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    <pubDate>Mon, 6 Apr 2026 02:57:07 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>Sleep</title>
      <description>&lt;p /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gaaaah. Tired. Really.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Not much news, had a nice day yesterday, started out with an exam, Opera, then some time in the sun and a shopping trip. Started studying for the market exam way to late and in the end decided not to join Ulf Wagner for cooking class and stay home and study instead. Had a lovely morning actually, sunshine and obsessive clothes changing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then marketing exam and other annoying tasks to hand in. Off to our mini-concert with the band, kind of neat to be honest, I really love playing the drums, pretending to be a bad-ass rocker : D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The class-mates went on to Slottskogen to have a bbq and other cosy stuff, I would have loved joining them but really after four-five hours I wasn't sure I'd wanna see what state they were in. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I just gave grand-ma a lift home, talked to Alek on the phone for a while, got the latest gossip (oh my! ;) and now I'm half watching Sleepless in Seattle, half falling asleep myself. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's pretty much it, tomorrow lunch with Alek &amp;amp; Lollan as well as lots and lots of sun hopefully. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p /&gt;</description>
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      <category>Travel</category>
      <category>Sweden</category>
      <author>martinaw</author>
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      <pubDate>Sat, 10 May 2008 06:26:00 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>Less than two weeks to go ... </title>
      <description>&lt;p /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I keep thinking today is wednesday. It's not. It's tuesday.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I just remebered that I'm now a blogger.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The past days have just been spent thinking about, changing, adding, rehearsing, improving, stressing about and falling apart over our Business Economy presentation.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We did it yesterday and it went very well. Surprisingly well considering that we were the last group to go and had to spend the first six hours just waiting our turn. People appeared to laugh, or at least I think they did I was too focused on my lines to notice, but the best part that I was just way too tired and a bit sick to freak out about it the way that I normally would have. Good for me : )&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Our Marketing exam for today got prosponed until friday, thank god, so today is actually my first day off in weeks! Hallelujah! Of course I still have to study and I just got back from picking up my mum at the airport, but still. I'm not sure what to do with all this spare time, I guess that's why I'm sitting here. : )&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Can't wait to get out of this country though. It's getting on my nerves. One week and six days to go. &lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <category>Travel</category>
      <category>Sweden</category>
      <author>martinaw</author>
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      <pubDate>Wed, 7 May 2008 02:35:00 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>Day 2 in the blog world.</title>
      <description>&lt;p /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Still here. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Probably more luck than anything but we'll see, maybe this time I'll become a devoted blogger, you never know, WorldNomads might just be the way to go! : )&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today, pretty uneventful. Went to school, finished most of our basic group stuff today, the Marketing Audit is actually done, the Power Point is done as well and the sketch more or less. I'll dedicate tomorrow into memorizing lines and searching for goofy clothes to wear, but the mere thought of spending 45 minutes in front of the class sends a panic attack my way so I gave myself the night off from visualizing it. I think I deserve it : D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I actually finally managed to stop by the library! I was very content : ) Especially since I had no idea whether it was going to be open or not. To be honest I even tried that new SMS-service where you can send your question and they will give you the answer, well, they didn't. Anyways I only paid 3 SEK for parking so it was all good and I finally got rid of those books so that's one thing off the list!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Got back home and haven't done anything productive all afternoon. Kinda scary come to think of it. I guess it's been bugging me that my dad is here. He has a tendancy to take over, deciding what channel to watch and making lots of noise, making me not really wanting to chill in front of the TV anymore - hence, me sitting here - hence me remembering to update this thing again - all thanks to my dad for once not working.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I just spent over two hours talking to Albert on the phone, I hope it won't be too expensive but on the other hand I never call anyone so when I actually do, who cares if I spend it all at once? It's funny how we talked and talked without saying anything useful, that happens a lot. I really love that guy, he lights up my life. : )&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So yeah, dad's in control of the remote and I ended up here. That's pretty much it. My friday. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm supertired though. Might just end up going straight to bed. Yeah. Will do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Buenas Noches Nomads.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <category>Travel</category>
      <category>Sweden</category>
      <author>martinaw</author>
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      <pubDate>Sat, 3 May 2008 05:41:00 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>Gosh darn it this is hard.</title>
      <description>&lt;p&gt;Yeah well, lots of people's been on my case on getting a travel journal for my big adventure overseas. So I guess I caved in. : )&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Not sure how long it's gonna last though, I've always sucked big big big time on this, I've tried the online blog thing it's just I prefer the rugged old diary on my nighstand where I can write anything and not this way where I constantly have to erase what I write thinking, no gosh, anyone can read this!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So what do I have to tell that is suitable for the public and interesting enough to deserve it's space on the world wide web?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here comes the crucial part... nothing. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Haha, how cynical am I, right?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Not to worry, if I do manage to keep this up you'll see lots and lots of pointless gibberish on this page. : )&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pointless gibberish of today: Got up, had coffe, had more coffe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Passed by my old appartment to pick up some stuff, heart pounding, actually quite scared to meet the psycho. I think he was there, his door was closed, but it being 10 in the morning the day after a major party-night in Sweden I figured I'd be more or less on the safe side, and so I was. Didn't meet anyone, managed to revive my poor plants as well, and moved out a bit more stuff, soon I'll be completely out of there. Good riddance.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Spent most of the day at school, kinda nice in a softish way. We were all alone, had to use our key-cards to get in anywhere. Reminded me a bit of when I was a kid and we had some gathering at night at our old school. All grown-ups would sit at the gathering discussing important matters while us kids would run around in the dark doing all kinds of forbidden things ; )&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyways we did actually get somewhere with our Business Economy Sketch, the Power Point is more or less done as well, all we need tomorrow is a kick ass conclusion analysis. It'll be fine. I think.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Vuk didn't show up at all. Not really surprising. I'm not really sure what to do with it though... I mean, if these groups are meant for us to learn how act as real managers, then I'd like to fire his ass. That's not really an option though, is it? So then what am I really supposed to learn from him not showing up? I could scream at him, I could punish him, although giving him something to write would just end up giving me a shitty grade, I'd be better off just doing it myself. So then, what am I really supposed to learn?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The home situation is fragile. Very very fragile. OK, with my mum at the moment being since she is out of the country. Daddy though, God. I've lived with him for a week and he's gone through forgetting: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;to feed the animals&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the light&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;locking the doors&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the keys in the lock on the outside of the door&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the coffemachine on&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;to put his shit in the dishwasher&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;to put his dirty laundry in the laundrybasket&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;that he promised to take me shopping for my birthday&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;coming home at all&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He's also tried playing the dad reminding me to have dinner and asking me while I was frantically adjusting our Marketing Audit &amp;quot;if I had homework?&amp;quot;. Yeah, sure, could you please help me with my multiplication, daddy? It's awfully difficult.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, even though I might not be on the road yet, this post definately turned out expressing very valid reason why I should be.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Martina&lt;/p&gt;</description>
      <link>https://journals.worldnomads.com/martinaw/story/18503/Sweden/Gosh-darn-it-this-is-hard</link>
      <category>Travel</category>
      <category>Sweden</category>
      <author>martinaw</author>
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      <pubDate>Fri, 2 May 2008 06:25:00 GMT</pubDate>
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