Castells the PartyGlobetrotter

Gosh how I miss the Flower Power party at Pacha Ibiza!

Me love Me love!

Happy face Castells

This is one of the OK pics. Me in the blue team jacket and sweet Ella!

I have an addiction. It's not smoking. It's not drugs. It's not extreme sports. It's crisps. I love them. I can't live without them on weekends. I try to close my eyes when I pass them by at the Supermarket but I find my way to them even with my eyes closed. I can smell them. I can taste them in my mouth even before I open the bag. I love them. I love them. I love them. And I hate that I love them.


Damn you...

Waaaaaaahhhh awesome feeling.
THAT'S HOW WE WORK BABY!!!
I loooove good contacts and once again I LOVE FACEBOOK!
Gooosh...  This could be so damn good you can't even imagine.

Fingers crossed...

"ENERGYYYY"!

Hahaha enjoy people and remember: DON'T take me too seriously!

It's a nice feeling when you get important things done. I called Barcelona up and they told me they'd wait for me (daah, who wouldn't? KIDDIING) and we'll do the interview 22/2 instead. Sounds perfect to me, gives me time to get my shit together before it's time to get out of here! I also booked the course at Gillingebanan that I need to take before I can do my big test. But how can it possibly be so freaking expensive to get the license in this country?? It's incredible! But I don't really give a shit at the moment, just want it NOW.

This is what I bought today!

Vero Moda and H&M. The white one will be gorgeous to some tanned legs this summer and the jacket is cool and very part, just as I like it. Well well, back to my tests. Later guys!

I haaate waking up this early but it get's a bit easier if you have someone nice to skype with! Today I have some stuff to do. I really need to study a bit as usual but I also want to escape the house and sit down to have a Fika while writing a bit. I feel inspired today and I need to get it down on paper.

And oh! I ♥ Facebook! Today I found someone I've been looking to find for aaages! Wonderful Lombi from Argentina must have created his FB-account very recently since I've searched for him about a hundred times but I never found him. Today I found him by coincidence, reading a comment on one of Monacos pictures. Maaan am I happy now? I had soooo much fun at Mute with this man and even though we don't really agree on everything regarding soccer (well if you're actually an agent in Real Madrid I get that you support them.. well at least almost) we had an amazing time together!

The best memory I have is probably in his craaazy car with Lopez and his friend in the back, racing down Avenida 9 de Julio in Buenos Aires, soooo ready to party like crazy. That was probably one of the best nights of my life. And one year later, I found the man. YESSS!!

On my way to Mute last December...

Yes yes YES! 

Isn't that beautiful..?

I'm off on my mission now.
Have a great day!
XXX

Who's gonna win this beautiful trophy this year..?

God I have no inspiration what so ever today...
What to write about?

Oh likey likey...

New record again yesterday, Haleluja people! You guys rock ♥

I just woke up and I can't describe in words how tired I am. Me eyelids keeps falling down and my body hurts. Bloody closet, it's your fault. And checking the outside temperature made me wanna go back to bed and not come out until may. -15?!? I mean please. If it wasn't for that stupid license I'd be on a damned flight to Argentina by now. But I have to try tp be positive, otherwise this day will be a lost cause before it even started so - happy thought, some breakfast and a shower. But people, I have one question for you today!

Question: If you could choose anywhere in the world to go to - where would you go?

 
Before - After

Finished! Yesssss....

Now - time to sleep. Nighty night!

 
Look at that smile... Happiness!

I love this commercial for Audi R8. I'd kill for this car and the song is so good! Big thanks to Freddie who told me the name of the song, now it's on repeat on my Spotify-list. Simone White - The beep beep song.

I'm about to throw the whole damned thing out the window right now. Why can't the bloody doors get on their right places?! Why does it have to be so freaking difficult? Gaahhh.. I'm taking a break now, having a piece of cheese to calm down. Called my dad before and he just laughed at my misery and called me a "girly girl". Hmpf, that was before I even got the boxes together and now I HAVE to finish the doors before he's back. In ya face daddy!

Seriously..? I thought I was pretty handy and good at this kind of stuff but right now I'm startin to wonder. Am I stupid or is it actually possible to make TWO boxes with six pieces each when you have eight pieces in total..? Please tell me there are a few pieces missing, otherwise I'll be very embarassed...

Someone..?

Update: HELL YEAH, I'm good! And totally stupid. It's a great thing to check the correct instructions. It wasn't even the boxes I was looking at first. Clever girl! But now I found the right instructions and two boxes - CHECK!

Sometimes I just have to...

Right now I'm talking to a certain Vampire and no, it's not Edward Cullen for all you freaks out there. It's the one and only Vampiro, my dear south american friend whom I haven't spoken to in forever since he got himself a girlfriend. I told him I was outside White Room last night and thought of that night when we argued for half an hour with the bouncer who finally let him in hahaha. "Just because he's Argentinian and he KNOWS me". He's talking about playing here this summer and since I'm allready planning on going with Feli to see this years tournament, well then this could be so damn good. And how I've missed those expressions:

Terrible
Logicoooo
A FULL

And that's exactly how it's gonna be when we meet again, just as always
a FULL!

Have you guys noticed that I look like a pear?
Well, at least if you ask my ex colleague who told another ex colleague of mine who told the pear herself. Honestly I think I haven't laughed this hard since I saw The Hangover, I mean.. a pear?!
"Big ass and no boobs" was her explanation to that.
If that's a pear well then I guess I am one. One fucking hot pear!
Jeez girl, give me a break sometime will ya?



Small boobs - Check √

MY BACK!!! Pffff... It's killing me. The closet is heavy, believe me. Just to carry it from the car into the house with help from my dad made me completely exhausted. While I made the dinner daddy started putting it together and he's still not finished. But we're done for today and now I'm just gonna relax and tomorrow I don't have any driving to do.

Oh likey likey, I do it like a truck!

Now: FC Barcelona, dinner and drinks at Felicias.
Soon: People, party and more drinks at Ambassadeur.

I got a feeling...
OUFF vad taggad jag är. 

This picture is about one year old but it shows exactly what I'm doing at this very moment. Yes indeed, some serious candy eating. What do you think about the colour of my hair? I'm really tempted to go brunette again but I also know that as soon as I'm off to the sun again I'm gonna go back to my blond colour. Hmm, what to do?

Yesterday I ordered some stuff from Asos.Com and today I'm wearing this little t-shirt which is also from Asos. I love it for some reason. Hahah, wonder why? In ya face people talking shit about me ;)

I woke up with a strange feeling this morning. Like I was a bit hung over but still in a crazy party mood. I guess I was just tired since I didn't party at yesterday even though I did go to bed quite late. The reason I couldn't sleep was that I was considering an interesting job offer. Apparantly there's a free space behind the bar at the Cacao Pub in El Arenal. You people who know me knows that this is a bar where I've spent maaaany nights this summer and the last one (like you could read about yesterday). I know this place like my own pocket and it is a very interesting offer. But at the same time I really want to start up a new life in Barcelona and not get stuck in Mallorca one more summer. But it's defenitely worth to think about.

Doni - Andrés - Miss Castells

I'm reading texts from an old blog I wrote during 2008 and I just realized that July 2008 must have been one of the best and most intense months in my entire life. First up we have my little trip to Båstad. Tennis and party 24/7, life couldn't possibly get any better.

Båstad
... Han var på väg till hotellet i bil från flygplatsen och skulle anlända runt två. Well, drink efter drink beställdes in av Marat som levde upp till sitt rykte om femlitersvodkan och champagnen på spelarfesten i Paris. Jisses vad vi drack! Mojitos (extra starka till mig när Charlie beställde), rosa pantrar (föra året-nostalgi) och nån appelsinsmakande smörja. Mot slutet fann jag mig dansandes vilt på ett halvtomt dansgolv till Paul Simon - You can call me Al med Giorgio och Potito, galet nice.

After that crazy week I went to Mallorca but just for a few days. Then I took a flight over to the white island Ibiza where I met the one who later one would mean more than most people to me. I also partied like crazy with a Saudi Arabian prince and looooved the Pacha Hotel.

Ibiza
...Prinsen var sjukt trevlig och vi utbytte både seriösa deeptalks och lättsamma skämt. Han var inte på något sätt skrytsam men berättade skrattandes att de hade haft en fest i deras lägenhet kvällen innan och grannarna hade klagat så han hade hyrt en svit på Ibiza Gran Hotel för en liten efterfest. Ville jag hänga på? Ptja.. Varför inte?

 
And after Ibiza I went back home to Mallorca where I continued partying at MTV and Cacao, met my best friends in Palma and got to know worlds nr. 3 in Moto GP - Dani Pedrosa.

Mallorca
...Vi höll precis på att avsluta huvudrätten när ett sällskap på två män och en något yngre grabb dök upp. Den yngre kändes märkligt bekant och jag högg Yolanda i armen. "Är inte det där...?" Jo, det var det. Dani Pedrosa, Spaniens kung av Moto GP och ledaren av hela VM fram till hans otäcka krasch för några veckor sedan i Tyskland. Gissa om han hamnade två bord bort med ansiktet vänt mot mig? Rätt. 

That was probably the best summer of my life so far. Totally amazing and all those memories I'll carry with me forever. Maybe maybe I'll have that kind of summer this year aswell...

I just ordered some nice stuff from Asos.com. Long time ago since I bought something from that website but I've always been satisfied with the things I boguht from them. I went shopping some food with my dad and now we're back, cooking a really nice dinner. Ostrich medallions with potatoes made in the oven and chili bearnaise. Mm-mmm-mmmm.

Tonight there's no party for a change, instead I'll watch the swedish game of handball and just spend some time with my dad. But first - dinner!

Just talked to a dear friend of mine who's playing DC now in march and we exchanged some more info about the upcoming games. I feel like a spy haha! Once again, I looove inside info but can I trust him. And can he trust me..?

C - P

I'm in my bed, tired as hell. Think I'm gonna try to sleep a bit earlier today. Out of my speakers comes the beautiful voice of my favourite spanish singer, Alex Ubago. Please listen to this even if you don't understan spanish. It's an amazing and very sad song called Temblando ("trembling").

Ain't that beautiful? This one's called Mil Horas ("a thousand hours").

 

I just can't get your image out of my head.
That curly hair and those strong arms.
How you sound when you sleep.
How you sound when you're everything but asleep.
The frustration. The passion.
The way I feel when I'm close to you,
as a spectator or as the centre of attention.
I don't regret one moment but I wish I'd never met you.

I survived and I didn't kill anyone today! Pheww... A bit scary though to drive in the city center, sooo many things to keep in mind. But it went pretty good actually and I'm proud of myself. I also cut my hair a bit and I got it exactly as I wanted it, thank God! When I came home I watched the last set between my dearest Ferru and Baghdatis who fought against cramps in both his legs but still kept it together and won. Very impressive but I am so sad, I really thogught Ferru would go far in this tournament. But that's tennis...

Is it just me or is driving seriously tiring? I'm mentally exhausted right now and I think I'll have a short nap before I continue on my erotic story. Baci!

Don't even ask...

Ana Ivanovic - Gisela Dulko

I'm not that much into the female world of tennis but I was really surprised when I heard that talented and gorgeous Ana Ivanovic lost against another very beautiful ladie, Argentinian Gisela Dulko who apparantly was the better one today. It somehow feels like I know miss Gisela since I've heard so many interesting stories about her from other people but I don't. But what can I say? These two ladies knocks Sharapova right off the court with their beauty!

Heello my darlings! Like I said yesterday; today I'll get my life back on track and I had a kickstart when I woke up 20 ( twenty!!) minutes to eight instead of 8 o'clock as I was supposed to, and I am even feeling good! How 'bout that for a change huh? What makes me even happier are two things:

1. YOU guys ♥ I can see your starting to rise in my statistics! Who are you people? I'm so flattered you take your time to read my messy thoughts and opinions. Keep it up and maybe leave a coment to let me know you even better..?

2. An email from the one my heart truly still belongs to, even though it sometimes seems he's given it back to me. It was a short message, not saying very much honestly but it was a sign that I'm still on his radar and that is all I need to know for the moment. 

Besides that there's a little bird singing outside my window and it gives me the first tiny hint of spring feelings as long as I don't LOOK outside because it's bloody snowing again. Grr... Instead I'm watching the TV where my buddy Del Potro just won the first set against the American James Blake. I'm really looking forward to see him aswell in Sweden for Davis Cup in a few weeks. 

Well, gotta get changed now. Today I'll drive again and after that I think I'll do just a tiny little shopping aswell. I'll see you later my gorgeous readers. Mwah Mwah! 

A bit of sleeping, dinner and some chitchatting with my dad and I feel a bit better. I just realized this morning that this is the first time in a long long time that I have nothing going on with anyone. No flirts, no fooling around, no one that I'm thinking about more then five minutes/day. The only one my heart is beating a bit harder for is in a country far, far away and I refuse to think about that at the moment. I think that's what makes me wake up feeling melancholic, that's what gives me a constant but very light pain in my stomach. But at the same time I think it's good for me to be alone for a while. Don't go around hoping for someone or something to happen.

That was one happy day.

Anyway, today we have another big event going on. The European championship in handball my friends, and Sweden playes Slovenia tonight. I'm really looking forward to see what Lukas can do tonight. Keep an extra eye on him, Lukas Karlsson #8.

Todays class went pretty damn good actually and then I made two theory tests and nailed them too. I'm getting more confident now and it doesn't seem that impossible to achieve my goals anymore. Just keep on fighting a little more. Now I'm back and extremely tired and unwilling to do anything. Think I'll just make myself some lunch and cuddle down in front of the tennis. Kiss kiss.

Hahaha that's funny!

Waking up at 8 o'clock is NOT my cup of tea but today it didn't matter and I think you know why? Tennis is the answer people. And what did I say? Marcel Granollers did the "impossible" and defeated the God of all Swedes at the moment, Robin Söderling. WAY TO GO Marcel, vamoooosss! I'm so happy, this is a guy who really deserves it. And of course my two other boys won their matches so everything is just great at the moment.

Yeah, what to do Robin? You're OUT!

Now I'll just drink my coffe, put some clothes on and go racing a bit.
Wrrroooooommm!

Tired is my name at the moment so I think I'll go stright to bed but fiiiirst I'd like to wish loads of luck to these guys:

Marcel Granollers who playes Robin Söderling. You CAN do this!
Potito Starace for being my one and only hermano!
and
David Ferrer for being who you are.

Help me out now guys!

This is a song I've loved since I was just a kid but I've actually never seen the video until now and I love it. The DJ who played at Amba this saturday was really great and he played this one among many other oldies that I love. Yes, I freaked a bit and started dancing Lambada as some mental psycho, or at least I tried... I don't think it looked as good as the people dancing in this video. It's such a feelgood-video and aren't the kids just adorable..?!

Ai ai aiii, Dancando Lambada!

Maaan... 62 correct answers out of 70 on my preparation test and a fat failure. But it is going in the right direction at least and that's a good thing! Back to the books...

Yes, I am eating this right now. Yummie, huh? It's tuna, yogurt and som herbs. Tastes great but it looks DISGUSTING!

Amazing game by Valencia tonight. Poor Villareal could do nothing against the bats. 4-1 and a beautiful goal by my eye-orgasm Ever Banega. Daaamn there's something about those argentinians... And that, my friends, brings us right to the first one of Castells Conspirations!

Here's the deal: The 12-15th march I'll be in Barcelona for the Barca-Valencia game and during these three days I'm planning on proposing to Leo Messo OR in case I'd fail I'll have Banega as a backup. The question is just how to get there. Maybe I'll dress up as a maid and go clean Messis hotel room? If I can just get to him the rest won't be a problem. Help me out here people, I'm counting on you guys!

Anyway, after the soccer we watched some snooker (yes I know I'm a huge nerd) and that lad O'Sullivan is one amazing player. Everytime I watch snooker I see him playing. I love big talents, there's nothing more attractive then someone being great at whatever he/she does.

And I'm awesome in looking tired...

Tonight we take the slightly more sophisticated look to Ambassadeur.
Let's party peeps, it's saturday!

Now watch me shut this thing DOWN!

Man sometimes I really miss the life I lived this summer. Especially all the shows we did. Sure, it was a hard job and we worked our asses off literally but it also had its good moments, and those moments were great.

Me and Felipe in Johnnys Mambo.

Tonight we're taking Rockn'Roll to Ambassadeur bitches!
See ya'll there!

I just sent a few emails that might change my future. Apartment and job in Barcelona, here I come. Thank god I have Mario there as my rock to lean on in the storm. I love good contacts! But what happened to the studying I was supposed to get going with today..? Back to the books.

Shannyn Sossamon - pure beauty! I love the looks of this chick and tonight I watched her in The rules of attraction. That's one sick and twisted movie but I sort of liked it somehow anyway. It's worth seing just because of her. Pretty pretty woman!

I saw a picture of the kid, you and her... So what are you, the happy family on vacation now? Tss, I remember all the things you told me about her, what a pain in the ass she is and her obsession with you. And look at you now, the perfect father, just like I knew you'd be. But are you also the perfect boyfriend?

Is it all just an act?
Are you really happy? 

And you, my dear dear friend. Have you also walked over to her side? The dark side? Or just the obsessive side? All just a big act for the little ones sake. She's adorable, just like her dad. How I wish I could meet her just once. The worse thing is the knowing that I could end it all, just by snapping my fingers. 

That's the power I have.
That's how week you both are.

But don't worry, I won't burst your perfect little bubble. Not for hers sake. Not for you my dear. But for the kid. She deserves a good life.  

And I am not a backstabber!

Too bored to sit here now and sick and tired of waiting for someone interesting to show up on msn or Facebook. Is it just me who's stupid enough to seriously sit and do nothing, just hoping for that very special person to show up? Please tell me there are more silly souls out there being just as miserable as I am. Please..? I'm gonna go wash my hair and read a bit instead. See ya'll tomorrow!

Puppy eyes..

I've never really given much thought to how different men and women are except from the obvious parts, like we've got boobs and the guys have their little thingie, but the last few days I've spent a lot of time thinking about how weird guys can be sometimes. Don't get me wrong here, I love men, probably more than most women haha but right now I'm so confused. Please, please guys explain a few things to me:

♥ How can you even think of flirting with other girls if you are married?! I can understand an innocent flirt if you're in a relationship that maybe hasn't lasted that long but how can you walk around, talking about your "girlfriend" when she's actually your wife and even try to hook up with other girls?

♥ How can you sit close together with a girl at a fancy restaurant and tell her how special she is, thank her for always being there for you and tell her how much you need a girl like her. All this on the first date and then a few days after be cold as ice or at least totally egoistic and only talk about yourself, not caring at all about her?

♥ How can you start a sexual relation with a girl and not make the rules perfectly clear for both parties? Eventually someone IS gonna get more feelings and soon there will be problems. Why not just make things clear from the beginning and TALK about how you feel along the way?

Once again, boys please explain this to me, I'm dying to know! 
XX

Just got some inside information regarding Davis Cup for team Argentina. What can I say? I love Davis, I love inside information and this could be good. SO damn good... Can't wait!

Just for your information I'm from now on a married woman. Yes I know, it all happened very quick. He's name is Pedro and he's a portugise guy who happens to be pretty good at handball. According to him we're now married. I always thought I'd be one of those tennis-wifes wearing some baby pink Lacoste shirt following my man to every tournament ESPECIALLY the grand slams, but no, maybe handball is my thing after all? However, portugese is one funny language and it's nice with some practice! Here he is, the smiling one to the left.

Amor de minha vida!!

And please people, don't take me too seriously when I'm this tired please.
XX / Mrs. Solha

Allright, here we go again. New blog, new language and new adventures.
It's still under construction so don't hate on it too much.
Enjoy people!