Category Archives: Writing


Aaargh…. One of the side affects of writing is the constant need of noise. I’m not joking. If it is too silent, I can’t sit still. It reminds of the entrance exams to high school and university. So I listen music and I have to sing along of course from time to time. Everything seems normal so far, what’s so wrong about this you might say.

I’m singing in KOREAN! After watching that many dramas and half the available episodes of Running Man, I made my way to K-Pop. I would find the songs I liked from drama soundtracks but I have never actually googled group names until a few weeks ago.

It all started with the episode of the running man where BigBang was the guest. They looked interesting so I read about them at wiki. My jaw dropped at their success at such a young age. Wow. Just wow. One thing led to another, I decided to watch all the episodes of Running Man. Came across Choi Siwon, hmm he looks cute. Another wiki search, met with Super Junior. My jaw again dropped, how they can maintain a 8-12 member (I lost the count after 6) boy band. I can not get along with 6 of my siblings, they perform together? And they have some catchy songs on top.

So know my list is crowded with Super Junior and BigBang songs. Expanding to 2PM. I am not only listening but actually singing along. I spent 7 years in Sweden and didn’t go beyond saying tack. Me who for one reason or another didn’t learn Swedish is desperately trying to sing along in Korean…

I don’t know when I will finish all the writing but looks like I’ll learn Korean along the way 🙂

Making a Change

That wasn’t so bad… I actually survived the infectious attack with the minimal possible damage, meaning in about 3 years I’ll be deaf in my right year. If I’m lucky I’ll still have a healthy left ear by that time.

I found myself wondering what I really want to do with my life after PhD. I’m seriously considering something more public. Say go help build a school or shelter… Go be a volunteer in an education park… Just go play with the kids… Take care of elderly… I don’t know if I’ll ever do any of these but it’s nice to know there are people who actually does try to make a change.

Living on One , Born Into Brothels

Just two examples came to my mind, watched recently. I guess I’ll start by not having that PhD party after all. I have these days when I get skeptical about the long chains the donations passes through. How much of that donation actually goes to the very reason of the donation in the first place? I don’t know. I never searched for the answer. Some other days it feels like you make a donation just to feel better about yourself. Well whatever days are left, in those days I think you make a change with the donations. So I’m thinking now… skip that PhD party. Host a small cocktail at SciLifeLab. Ask people to voluntarily make a donation for clean water, education, food or clothes instead of contributing to the party.

I should actually finish writing my thesis for all this to happen, of course. I’m writing just not as fast and not as nice. I hate organising my thoughts. Everything is a big network of neurons for me. Finding a path within that complex interconnected thoughts is just… sad. Not difficult, not impossible no. It’s upsetting. Is it because writing marks a change, marks an ending I wonder. Contrary to the wish of making a change for a better world, I don’t like to make a change for myself for better or worse.