Hey guys,

Long time no see.
I missed you!
I also missed writing.
I am very proud to announce that I am since one week back writing for a non-profit organization working to get more women into the technical programs different universities offer. Here I will write about the beauty and the back side of being a woman trying to become an engineer in a world ruled by men in suits.

Unfortunately most of my writing will be in Swedish but I will try to write in english from time to time. Just for you Dan ‚̧

Ps. Paras the name is a tribute to you! It also combines SOFTware engineer, SOFie, hipsTER and sisTER in a genius way ūüôā

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I think they call it “Closure” …

Nope, not dead, but my fan Sonja is, RIP darling, you were the worst fan ever!

I am sitting at Starbucks in Bali’s airport with a smaller mountain of bags next to me. Next destination is Stockholm, Sweden, Home. In some sort of rebellious move (and due to overweight) I dressed myself in all peace signs, flowers and feathers I own. Certainly getting some stares from by passers since I, to top it off is sitting on the floor with crossed legs like a fat little Buddha (yes, there has been too many beers going down this throat recently).

I can’t help but feeling extremely sad, the same question keep popping up in my head “What the f*** happend?”. I am slowly but reluctantly accepting the fact that the adventure is over for this time.

I guess time flies when you work hard, play harder and travelling like the world is about to go under tomorrow.

To my few very loyal readers: my deepest apologie, I suck at blogging (or suck at sitting down writing the bloody posts to be more particular).

So what actually happend in the second part of this semester?

I spent more time with my Singaporean friends, building strong lifelong (hopefully) relationships.

I meet a boy (handsome and smart, just wanted to add that in).

I put more effort into keeping in contact with friends & family back home.

I went to Malaysia 4 more times (Love the place! JD says it is the Poland of Asia, note to self: go to real Poland).

I put more effort into my modules and won prices for it (love NUS competitive system,  but only when my team wins).

I tried to get an internship in the US (failed and gave up, very lame, I know).

But mostly the complete dead silence is because this blog slowly became a symbol for something I am trying to forget. Looking back at all my posts written during christmas heartbreak I conclude that they are truly pathetic.

So what will happen when sos is not in asia anymore?
– No one knows, Swedish summer will have to show.

I will go back to this blog like a diary, laugh at myself and remembering things that can not be captured in a photo.

Sometimes I browse through the blog me and my friends kept when living in the French Alps the winter of 2008-2009:

– Hilarious how stupid we were, I can not say I am much smarter now, but at least I speak better English.

It has been a pleasure Asia, Until next time – Stay weird and Wonderful

Big Love

//The Wild Child


Ps. Singapore, for me, this is your soundtrack:



“uhhm uhhm uhhm” – I managed to pull of a fantastic presentation today.


Why is it still so hard to answer questions accurately in english during presentations?

It is like I threw my brain in a ditch on my way to school.

Time for one of those “pull your act together”-moments again.

Only a few people will understand why the header photo is hilarious.

Don’t you worry wild childs, next post will be about future music festival!

My glory days were in kindergarden

Read an article on Linkedin a few weeks ago. It stated that having a blog could boost your professional career.

I wrote a whole post about how this article radically changed my life. It was a long post about me giving up travelling and getting serious. It is the only post wordpress ever failed to auto save before getting published. It is a sign?

This was meant to be the follow up post to that post. So it might not make much sense.

In the blog which is suppose to boost my career I am meant to write about my knowledge…

How do I write about “my knowledge”?

What I learn in my modules million of other people probably wrote better articles on already?

If I stopped now this would be a very pathetic blogpost. I’ll give it a try.

I am currently taking a course called interaction design.

It is really getting to my head. A few examples:

– I can not enjoy running at the gym because the computer’s interface on the trackmills are so badly designed. It make no sense at all. I almost get upset. Do they want people to give up gym and get fat?

– I was considering to make a survey for my blog to find out what people like and don’t like about it, to make it better and more enjoyable. Then I realized it was a very silly idea.

– Spending a lot of time in the waiting room of The eye surgery clinic I have very thoroughly analyzed their working patterns and in my head completely reconstructed the way they handle the flow of patients.

My project group in this module, “SUN08”, is developing a digital ordering systems for restaurants, we call it “QuickByte”. Last week we had a submission which included building a real paper prototype each. I got absolutely caught up in this and lost track of time for 4 hours. Missed my lecture and dinner. Obviously my glory days were in kindergarden… look



The paper prototype is suppose to symbolize a webpage which automatically opens in your smartphone when you connect to the restaurants wifi. Through the application you can order your food and drinks, add items to your order, pay with credit card and review your experience.

Sitting there in my room, in bikini (it was a hot day), listening to indie pop, fan buzzing loud and forgetting everything else was very liberating. This is going to sound silly but it felt like I was building the future. The application and idea will probably not be implemented by us, but someone else will make it happen, it is just the way of the digital revolution. It is even similar systems in a few restaurants in Singapore already.

I figured out I want to work with stuff like this, I found it really fascinating how different people interpret systems and how by redesigning interfaces the work process can be optimized.
Hopefully I will find new glory days, slightly more advanced than the ones in kindergarden.

I might have to rename this blog “Sosinthehospital”


There will be no more eye-obsessive posts.

(Photo from my glory days in 2008 with fancy dress partyn.)

Rock, Papper, Scissor

With myself, wether attending a festival this weekend is a good idea or nor?



Guess who won? Eyetard or Frank?

Probably the best doctor in the world


F√•r mig genast att t√§nka p√• denna d√§nga ang√•ende mitt och min parasits love story…

Tack pappa!

Pulling my eye out with a fork

I am well aware there is far worse medical conditions than a handicapped right eye.

But this is starting to get on my nervs. It is quite disturbing to study when your right side is constantly blurry.
That side of the face will get wrinkles…crap.

Thursday meant revisit to the hot eye doctor.

She quickly concluded that I was not responding to treatment and the parasite family were still chilling out on my cornea, and they had more kids. This fact has decreased my sight remarkably over the last couple of days. Little fuckers! I bet it is a family similar to “pip-Larsson”, which was a Swedish tv series about a gypsy family sent on SVT in 1999, if you remember?. I get the feeling they are moving around heaps, which the pip-Larsson family also did, since they lived in a trailer selling pots.


The test results confirmed that it is a case of the rare parasite. The doctor tried to hide her¬†excitement, I’m the first case she ever had with this type. I tried to hide my¬†disappointment, this is the first case of parasite I ever had too. Or no, I had one when i was about 5 years old, from eating snow. As a kid, eating brown snow from a ditch is something you do upset your parents. Karma hit me straight away..

Well, I have now participated in Singapore’s next eye top model. They wanted to take photos of my cornea with a massive Cannon camera. I would not have made it far in such an eye model competition. They had to call in extra staff to force my eye open because I¬†instinctively closed it when the light hit the cornea.

Eyera Banks (sorry, once getting started with the eye jokes I just can’t stop…) was not satisfied and we reshoot 4 times. I cried a river or two, it was so painful! If my eye was drunk last week it¬†definitely¬†felt like it tried some stronger “playing with the mind”-drug this time. I saw colored dots when closing my eyes for hours after.

Will ask for the pictures of my short and un-glamorous career as an eye-model next week.

The hot doctor put me on oral¬†antibiotics¬†for two weeks and on Wednesday I’m going back to scrape the pip-Larsson family of my cornea. She told me I need to be prepared that it will be painful… why would she say that now? I’m going to ask for morfin.

When picking up my antibiotics I started laughing and crying at the same time.

This is a very large amount of¬†medicine for one eye…


It cost me 426 dollars…

Being an eye-model has not been paying of so far… I would not recommend it.

Peace Out


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Koh Rong is the new Koh Samui

DAY 10
Koh Rong, Cambodia
Rainbow is the new black.
Happy truffle is the new sleeping pill.
Ida woke up in panic, she thought the bed bugs had caught her since she had bites all over and they kept popping up. She calmed down a bit when the dude in the reception said it is probably just sand flies. I have them as well. The price you have to pay to be in paradise.
Koh Rong has the ability to calm anyone down. There are no roads and only a few dive centers, restaurants and guest houses. The surroundings are absolutely stunning and it still got the charming vibe of a tropical island far away, even though it is close to the fuzz in famous beach town Sihanoukville.
The kids collect bottles floating up on the beach, smash them flat as pancakes with wooden bats and store in bags to ship of. The men are playing pool, they own fishing boats but I never saw them being used. A few dreadlock backpackers hang around the dive center or in the big sofas in one of the few bars along the beach. The activity most noticeable is the frequent noise of hammers, they are building on every house on the beach strip. Koh rong will not stay the same for long.
Because of the epic fail finding Heart Break Hotel and the 7 km beach yesterday we had booked a long tail boat to take us there today. Davy is only 24 years old, borned and raised in Phnom Phen. Escaping poverty he went and worked on fishing boats along the south coast and learned everything about the sea. Today he owns 3 boats named “Khmere Davy 1”, “Khmere Davy 2” and “Khmere Davy 3” and a little shop. We went with “Khmere Davy 2”, it was a beautiful long tail boat, the sun was shining and the australian couple who joined us were quite desent people. They both taught contemporary art to upper secondary school kids. Our sandflies felt like a minor problem when they told us about the soap eating rat they were sharing bungalow with.
We stopped fishing at 3 different places, I forgot how much fun it is fishing, especially when you get fish in rainbow colours every 5 minutes, compared to 1 “boring” aborre per hour, as is usually the case in Sweden. It is a cool feeling to get of at a deserted island, cock the fish you just caught yourself over open fire and eat it with your bare hands. We were sitting on a rock out in the sea eating, it must have looked hilarious, but there were so many ants on the island, if you stod still for more than 5 seconds you had 50 of them passing your knees heading towards I don’t know what. Ant auto bahn – like in my room last semester. So we were sitting on a rock in the water looking like proper western tourists.
Long beach was amazing, water so blue and white sand dynes so deserted it could heal anyones ailments. I am really glad we made the effort to go and see it because rumor has it that the 7 km deserted beach will soon be gone. The land is sold, resorts, golf courts, waterlands and a casino are planned to be built in 2013. Koh Rong is expected to be the next Koh Samui. Call me a hipster but I hated Koh Samui. The beach is packed with westerners eating fries, swimming in their own Hawaiian tropic oil and instagramming photos which should have the tag #tomuchofeverything. No thank you.
Go Koh Rong, catch it while you can!
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