Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Thursday, June 19, 2008
My mom and me
In school I have just finished a course called Devolpmental 3, in it we talked about the importance with lullabyes for infants to feel connected to the mother, and the society it will grow up in.
I started to think about that, how was my mom to me when i grew up?
And then it just hit me why I study psychology...
In Sweden we have these nice lullabuyes; about Olle going to the forrest to pick berrys and finds a friendly bear there, or about a sqirrel jumping from tree to tree I guess you get the picture...
Well my mom sang song to me about this really sick girl who lies at the hospital an every day askes the doctor if she can go home to her mother, when one winter day "the snow falls over the little girls grave, she never saw her mother, she never saw her father", or the other favorite she sang to me about the rose of the alps, a spoiled girl would not fall in love with anyone except the one who picked now the rose of the alps for her, so a man tries and falls to his death, just inches away from picking the rose...
Hmm so anyone still wonders why I study psychology...
Written under the influence of singing I en sal på lasarettet in the shower.
I started to think about that, how was my mom to me when i grew up?
And then it just hit me why I study psychology...
In Sweden we have these nice lullabuyes; about Olle going to the forrest to pick berrys and finds a friendly bear there, or about a sqirrel jumping from tree to tree I guess you get the picture...
Well my mom sang song to me about this really sick girl who lies at the hospital an every day askes the doctor if she can go home to her mother, when one winter day "the snow falls over the little girls grave, she never saw her mother, she never saw her father", or the other favorite she sang to me about the rose of the alps, a spoiled girl would not fall in love with anyone except the one who picked now the rose of the alps for her, so a man tries and falls to his death, just inches away from picking the rose...
Hmm so anyone still wonders why I study psychology...
Written under the influence of singing I en sal på lasarettet in the shower.
Monday, June 16, 2008
Nuns; a rare kind!
I am so fascinated by nuns, in Sweden one of the most atheistic countries in the world (thank god for that!) we are not spoiled with nuns. Even though I'm not a big fan of religion, and all the hazzle it makes (against abortion, against homosexuals, against psychology, loves double standards) I love the nuns. For me it is one of the most exotic things in Poland.
Now I have even noticed that they have different kind of clothes, brown, grey, black. If i were a nun, I would definitely chose the convent who have black dresses and a purple rope around their waist, it just matches so perfectly.
Since they are so exotic for me I'm always surprised when i see them do ordinary things, like going to IKEA, talking in their cell-phone or being at a shopping mall. I tried to capture some of them here.
Nuns on IKEA
Nun at the busstop
Nuns at Arkadia
Now I have even noticed that they have different kind of clothes, brown, grey, black. If i were a nun, I would definitely chose the convent who have black dresses and a purple rope around their waist, it just matches so perfectly.
Since they are so exotic for me I'm always surprised when i see them do ordinary things, like going to IKEA, talking in their cell-phone or being at a shopping mall. I tried to capture some of them here.
Nuns on IKEA
Nun at the busstop
Nuns at ArkadiaSaturday, June 14, 2008
Does anyone see anything wrong with this picture?
Do you see an ordinary tram driver, driving us safely to our destination?
Or do you see a tram driver, reading the paper while driving...
...and taking a shot of Vodka now and then!
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