Its not the time that matters, its a matter of time

Well back from London. With hard days at the gym, stressful days at work and daydreams about Barcelona & sunny beaches I am getting back to my old self again. I think the last time I slept 5 hours in 3 days was when I went on a girlstrip to Turkey when I was 18. You might say GROW UP!! Well I say, ROCK ON!!

Great weekend with amazing people. A house packed with boys, drinks and champagne and.. guess what.. ME !! I was the lucky chosen girl to be part of a boys night. It went amazingly well, thanks to Hilton I think we discussed more fashion and Paris Hilton than what I do in girlsparty.


So as we speak about drama I might aswell continue on the same path. Am I too much to handle you think? Why is it so intiminating with focused,funny, smart and perfect women like me?! I dont get it..

Its not a matter of time, its the time that matters. Espen Hiltons new song release. To be found in Arena VIP, Barcelona performed live 18th of July. On my birthday. His album is called Espen Hilton. Check out more of his funstuff here



Thank you and good night

Toiletpaper and destiny

You know you are single when the first thing you see when you wake up from a bad night sleep, is the toiletpaper roll right next to. Good morning sweetheart can u FUCK OFF?? What happened to the big strong arms holding me tight, a soft strong voice whisper in my ear, "dont worry sweetheart, you will recover today and be ready for a hell of a party with your friends in London tomorrow" .. WAKE UP!!!

Anyways, so I had a discussion with myself and the patient (Miss G) a few days ago. Do you belive in destiny?? Guys, to many things have happened the last weeks for me NOT to belive in destiny. Ill give u a short brief of what was a lifesavior out of the blue!

MOnday morning, 9 oclock. I standing at work pushing myself to the maximum to get through the day. The sweat is dripping from my whiteblue face and I know I should be home in bed. Its a hectic week and I cant allow myself to be sick. The only thing that would make me leave is if my boss told me to leave. A few hours passes and my boss comes over "Mia, go home recover, get better and come back" .. Puhhh thank god, thought I was gonna die if I had to complete the days. Before leaving work I call G. She is home with bad aches in her stomach.

As I enter the door to the boat I just hear gasps and screams from the lower section. I rush down and find poor G sitting on all four in bed gasping for air. The pain is unbearable and I have never seen a person suffer as much as this. After a little while she crawls up the stairway and limps her way out of the boat. Hospital next.

It turns out her gallblatter exploded and they had to do a rush surgery. Things turned out okey but the doctors stated that they dont know how it could have gone if she came in later.. = If I had pushed myself through the day at work (which was the plan) she would have lied at home with a open blatter not being able to do anything. THe pain was so strong she couldnt even call me at work.

That is why, ladies and gents, that I truly belive that destiny plays a part in our lifes. But when it comes to G and I, I think we transmitt messages to eachouther without even knowing. hehe.. Long live BFF`s

G and I camping summer 2010

LONDON HERE I COME!!! 24 hour countdown. Better get rid of this cold!!!

Hiltonized in London!

Shit wheres my bag?? London in two days.. Im in bed with high fever and a cold from hell! Ok I will recover, cause I have to.. No discussion please :) This has been a hectic week with me being more sick than ever and G got hospitalised. To give you the short story her gallblatter exploded and I have never seen someone with so much pain.. but she is recovering well from the surgery and I want to tell the world how proud I am of her and how positive she is.

Next chapter of the week. LONDON!
With Espen Hilton, read his hysterical funny blog here :)
We are celebrating my favorite Indian man in the world. Mr Yamit Chauhan.

Miss Jacobsen will be lucky to hang out with 10 indians and one crazy norwegian for a whole weekend. Let me tell you a little secret, when Mr Hilton and Miss Jacobsen go abroad things tend to get dirty!! To be continued...

BE:Inspired

Feel Inspired

Guys, good news. IM INSPIRED!!! Im back from 5days weekendbreak in London, Ive seen it all - and Im oficially back on track. Cambden, Angels, Notting Hill are just few of the places that really inspired me. The colors, the streets that were customemade for a goth, a punk, a 50s girl.. U name it. Pictures coming up, just needed to share my enthusiasm before heading of to work. Aircondition killed me again ofcourse, damn planes!!! But yeah, Im ready for a new project.. Whos up for it?

Birmingham / London

Indian home made breakfast, empty apartment party, nice restaurant visit, crazy dancing and high class economy travelling. Bobby and Jas welcomed us into a 2 day reality show of "We <3 our life in Birmingham" We met family, friends, forreigners, lazy sandwich makers, angry bouncers, horny bouncers, beautiful eyes and funloving people. Birmingham is such a lovely city.. My recomendation is Indi bar, Afterparty in the streets of Birmingham and a big bottle of water the day after..

London.. Crazy London... Carravan camping, chaos and a big bottle of champagne, some freestyle breakdance at Leicester square, a duet with James Morrison and a Xtra large English breakfast the day after.. Oh.. and do I need to mention Top Shop and Urban outfitters? Photos of my excellent purchase will be uploaded later