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oh you hazy

October 17, 2015

I wrote an article during my visit to Singapore, about the current haze they’re suffering from right now. It’s very substantial and affects not only Singapore, but several parts of southeast Asia. The article is published today and you can read it in Swedish (hhehe) here:




May 17, 2015

realistically talking. never overlook someone who loves you, cares for you and misses you,
someone who listens to your wonders and replies to your concerns,
because then maybe one day you wake up from your sleep and you realize
how you outright lost the moon while counting the trivial stars.
… someone who gives away a glimmer of hope and spark of optimism,
someone you’d always run to, against the rain but with the tailwind.
ordinary life doesn’t interest me


Coke me up

February 19, 2015

My babe loves Coke slightly more than he loves me (love can be such an objective thing). It’s not Coke vs. Pepsi.
We’re talking Coke vs. Marili. I would describe the bottle as well thought out, logical, sparkling sweet and pleasant to look at. I would describe myself as well thought out, logical, sparkling sweet and, at times, pleasant to look at (factor depends on mood/hairday/sleep). Happiness comes in many forms, doesn’t it? But what’s the most lasting one outta these two……. I’d say ME!



February 16, 2015

Lets view life like a box of crayons for a moment, adding all those colors to the world. Sometimes more sometimes less, but always present.
my thought is: aren’t we all victims of the colors, since they seem to dye our minds, feelings and behavior?
aren’t we unconsciously taking our hue and the color of our fellow men around us?
flushing causing red, laughing-tears causing blue, illness causing white – I can be immense satisfied watching this color parade.
Besides, there are people who don’t respond to colors equivalently as others. They are just grey straight through, or is it only what I think I see? These I tend to pass every now and then, all strenuous trying to put together their reasons and roots.

I seek to see the tone around, adding suspense to my mind.

the sunset remains to be my favorit color though, meanwhile the rainbow stands as the second best.

whats on your palette?


Investigative journalism

January 29, 2015

This is the result of severals late night’s hours of work, in the Stockholm streets of taxicab labour market.

I believe investigative journalism, is one of the most important journalistic genres of them all. It reveals information previously unknown or kept hidden from the public – however, yet addresses the public interest and should therefor surface!
Some people claim that all reporting is investigative. After all, journalists routinely dig for facts. We ask questions, and get information. We ‘investigate’. But is this the whole picture? On the day-to-day practice of journalism today: how deep do reporters really dig? How apposed are the questions? And how complete or original is the information that get presented? Truth is that daily news coverage is usually not probing at all. The daily news coverage is rather reporting what officials and authorities say, topped with other people’s reactions and responses: the reporting is reactive. There is no digging beyond what has been done, said or seen as investigative journalism on the other hand really takes care of.

Now that we have separated the concept ‘investigative journalism’ from ‘daily reporting’, I’d like to underline the importance of our aspiration to go deeper, being curious, inquisitive, eager to reach what is truthful and point out what’s problematic in society. The legal framework is sagging on different areas, and in need of a change. It’s first when we enlighten these defects our society face, that we enable change and a precondition on the political level. Exposing how laws and regulations are violated increases the chance to make a change.

The investigative journalism in media today paint a picture of wrongdoing, and expose not just individual, but systemic, failures. Let us, at all times, stay curious and aspire to examine where systems go wrong in order to show who suffers from the mistakes. Having that said, I hope mine and Emmas article will actuate the debate to improve the conditions for everyone, fellow humans, who come here. This is our action, our counter-force, against the xenophobia this country is facing. What is yours?



I am

September 29, 2014

…a dynamic figure, often seen with right amount leftover food around my mouth, leaving a hint of what I ate. I have been known to be the inofficial entertainer at a home for the eldery with piano-playing, making them the best audience one can imagine. I have never written an award-winning opera, but I would still say I manage time efficiently. I love to write to-do-lists more than anything, and struggle at all times with crossing out every expected task. Occasionally, I make amazingly tasty pancakes for breakfast even though the first one made never turns out to be held together. It’s seldom I exaggerate.

Travel, surprises, house-music, dancing, cultural events, news papers, running, last minute plans, breakfast, open mind, adrenaline, photography, jeans, socializing (with quality people) scary movies, spontaneity, biking, going out (but also staying in), Beethoven, sharing, speed, simplicity, respect, pancakes, piano, hot oatmeal, Nikes, craziness, down to earth (however fantasy is just as important), hiking, people, casual, languages, news, work, sense of humor about yourself, awareness, sunny, shopping, nailpolish, cars, laughter, dogs. Or my dog.


Description of  a passion follows:  Clothes. I wear clothes (most of the time), I work with clothes, I own enough of clothes, I fascinate clothes, and last but not least I waste my best time simply trying clothes. I could never have expressed it more accurate, than Mark Twain once did: “clothes make the human. Naked people have little or no influence on society.” It’s a fact, my marine polo-sweater does have influence. However, if I would choose one piece that I would have invented, it’d be the blue jeans. It’s the most practical, spectacular, the most variated, the most relaxed. They have expression, character, modesty, sex appeal, simplicity. Very few other pieces have, if I’m asked.Baggy boyfriend jeans, is definitively my  cup of tea  shot of whiskey(!)
“yeah, baggy jeans are done. Nobody wants to wear big, baggy jeans. Baggy jeans are completely over with” – Wiz Khalifa
I have more respect for a man who lets me know where he stands, even if he’s wrong.

When I’m bored, I socialize on snapchat. Preferably sending out 1-2 seconds snaps to the ones beloved (you know who you are).
Using only jumping-rope and a pair of pink nikes with blue lacing, I every now and then jump up and down and meanwhile try to figure out the mystery of space.I once defended my novio at gym in a competition we had of ‘longest time in an abdominal plank position’. I cheated though, alternating standing on my toes to knees every 10th second.
I believe that too much agreement kills a chat. I am not a member of any organizational political party.

I am an abstract artist, a curious ponderer, a thinker, and a ruthless joy-searcher. I am a private citizen, yet I receive fan mail. I have been a dancer in younger years, but never reached a break-through. Yet, I admire dance/danceband/dancers/dancemusic/dancehalls/dan…ish!This summer I toured Costa Rica, realizing there is more than just Europe and USA. In addition, I realized my spanish skills disappeared stealthily along the years. Mierda. Taco. Chinchilla. I can hit a volleyball, not with deadly accuracy, but  back in the dayz when I was a highschool-student in Washington I learnt the needed basics.
I once read a book, but that was because we had to do it in school. Harley Edward Streten, or to most of us, known as Flume, is one I truly admire. The others are my mom, my dog Rosie and in general cool world-changing people who leave any kind of positive tramp behind them. Raoul Wallenberg, Martin Luther King, Gunde Svan.

I know the exact location of every food item in the supermarket, unless they have reorganized. I have performed several gym-classes, and reached the conclusion that I don’t feel nor look like Shakira in Zumba-class. I never coverted operations for the CIA. I sleep in between 5 to 9 hours per night, and when I do sleep, I most likely dream about either fluffy clouds or turquoise goats. While on vacation in Berlin, I successfully made memories for a lifetime thanks to my lovely group of amigos #joyfulCry. Let’s face it, friends make life a lot more fun in every possible sense. The laws of physics do not apply to me too well, yet I know there’s gravity going on.

I balance, I joke, I provoke, I stress, I think big(ger), I sing and my bills are, at this very moment, all paid. On weekends, to let off steam, I am doing whatever makes money or makes me smile. Years ago I discovered the meaning of life but forgot to write it down. I have made extraordinary tasty, colorful, energized smoothies, using only three ingredients and a mixer. I read fashion-blogs on a daily basis.
I have passed a river with a car close to Samára Beach, climbed walls at a local climbing-center, and got hit by a softball on my lip in the outer field. I have been snorkling in a salty ocean, seeing bullfights in Spokane, eating 14 flies during a zipline-ride through rainforest (#protein), making a video go viral online, playing the opposite gender in a theatre, and performing a livemusic-prank for my school. I have spoken with Icona POP. Anti-planner, pro spontaneity. And the way around.

Wrapping it up with a personal collection of lifemottos:

carpe diem, what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, yolo, just do it, as long there’s life there’s hope, cutforbieber, veni vidi vici, in the end it’s not going to matter how many breaths you took but how many moments took your breaths away, swag, be who you are and say what you feel, when one door closes another one opens, live with no excuses and love with no regrets, don’t cry because it’s over smile because it happened, go hard or go home.
Note: I did not come up with these. (Honesty lasts longer they say)

A picture of me keeping my feet on the ground: