Vi tog studenten med dunder och brak

Tänk dig att trängas nere i skolans källare. Visselpipor, musik och skrik hörs överallt omkring dig och snart är det er tur. Om bara några få sekunder. Solen har dragit sig undan men det är fortfarande ljust och fint ute. Hjärtat slår snabbare liksom musiken och så kommer signalen som säger kör! likt startskottet i en 100-meters-tävling. Sen når ni scenen och allt övergår till ett galet hoppande upp och ner. Även om det ser galet ut jublar alla men lika snabbt som ni kom säger ni hejdå och tar er nerför trappan till vänster. Alla går sin egen väg. I myllret av hundratals människor hittar du din familj som kommer med varma kramar och gratulationer. Du ler och tittar upp mot himlen. Då plötsligt ändrar vädret sig blixtsnabbt och inom några sekunder piskar regnet som miljontals kalla strålar över alla åskådare. Paraplyerna blir ert skydd som en bur. Det skyddar en del men du får ändå ta några slag av moder natur. Det börjar hagla och stora vattenpölshav breder ut sig och bildar små åar med rinnande vatten. Blixtar slår ner och åskan närmar sig. Som tur är tar ni er fram till bilen. Det är en smått obekväm situation att sitta i en bil med genomblöta kläder och kalla fötter. Det regnar hysteriskt, bilkön ut från parkeringen växer och mullret från åskan känns så närvarande att man skulle kunna ta på det. Trots det är glädjen stor. Du bara skrattar. Du har tagit studenten. Det är sorgligt att sluta men själva dagen har varit helt fantastisk. Glädje och lycka finns i luften. Det är det enda som du känner och den här dagen har varit helt perfekt.
http://youtu.be/R9tuf1Kec6s?t=2m30s

Det var väl nästan så det såg ut fredagen den 13:e på studentdagen. Jag är riktigt tacksam för att jag fick en plastficka för mina betyg.

Tänkvärt är att den där sista knappa timmen vid slutet av studenten kan symbolisera en hel del.

Tänk dig att du som yngre trängts med dina klasskamrater, kompisar eller andra människor som står dig nära. Ni har delat mycket. Ständigt är det saker omkring oss. Under en livstid kan mycket hända. Man kan göra något galet, man kan göra bort sig och andra kan tycka att man är konstig men man kan ändå ha kul.Vissa saker förändras, ibland skiljs vi åt och tar olika vägar för att hitta hem. Du söker efter sätt att må bra på men det finns många hinder där ute som kan vara svåra att ta sig igenom. Man kan söka skydd mot faror och motgångar men även om du har hundratals livvakter finns det ändå sådant som kan ta sig förbi. Därför finns det lycka och hopp. Livet är ju aldrig mer hopplöst än man tänker sig att det är. Det betyder att om du letar fram det positiva så är inte situationen så illa som du kanske trodde.

contradictiously - health and training

knowledge is interesting but can easily become contradictiously

Food

We are learning things about our bodies in our Physical Science lessons in school and we have talked about food choices, dietary advice etc. But science seems to say different things all the time.

The food advices we got back in the days (in Sweden at least) have been a low-fat diet with more carbohydrates. Many people followed the guidelines but we did not just eat slow carbohydrates but also a lot of fast carbohydrates, lots and lots of sugar that get sticky.
We need carbohydrates for extra energy so we can perform good when we use our bodies. To sit in front of the computer or tv is not a high interval training or a hard task so then you do not need to eat a lot of carbohydrates.

I read this book "Ett sötare blod" (A sweeter blood) by Ann Fernholm. The book is available in Swedish (but may be in English soon). However I think that everyone who can and want should read it.
The book is not a depthless book about LCHF. It does not ban carbohydrates but the author wants to prove, with science and studies, that processed sugars are no good. And that means really no good, we talk about things like obesity, heart attack, gastric problems, type 2 diabetes and cancer.

But as I wrote in the beginning, science and knowledge can be a bit contradictiously. And it of course depends on the person. Some feel better with eating more carbohydrates and less fat. In my opinion slow carbs are better than fast carbs but fruit an berries are also good for vitamins, fiber etc.
On the other hand, other people maybe feel better with eating more fat and less carbs. I do not know if there is enough science about it but you usually say that unsaturated fats are better than saturated fats. In "Ett sötare blod" Fernholm write that:

• polyunsaturated fats are better for the heart than saturated fats
• slow carbohydrates are better or equal to saturated fat
• but saturated fat is better than fast carbohydrates

Training

In our last Physical Science lesson we saw "Part 6 of 18: Training - myths and truths"  on SVT.se
they talked about the importance of that you sometime should push yourself and challenge yourself so your body get to work a bit. That does not mean that you need to be elite athlete it means that you should push yourself according to the level you are at and who you are. So if a walk is a challenge for you that is an excellent thing to do sometimes.


But it is also important to not sit for a too long time without a break, at least that was what we learned, but i did not hear if the film clip on SVT.se said something about scientific studies about if it was bad to sit for a long time even if you had a healthy lifestyle. The point was anyhow that it is important to also be active in the everyday life.

The film was okay and also mentioned doping and the bad effects about it etc. but some things I did not agree with, I think I understood what they meant but I think they sometimes explained it a bit different.

Heads makes minds to story

Today my mind told me a short story, or a part of a story. Sounds more odd than sanely. So I say; I made up a story while bicycling on the road to my destination today. Here's the short story:

On the stone in the forest among the mist a girl sat. Next to her was a snake, a special kind of its sort. It/he had yellow eyes and a mouth filled with flowers (pink aster flowers) and as well a raindrop hanging from its/his chin. The snake wormed away when he/it saw me and the girl looked up. Her face espression was calm but as well tired.
I have waited for you, she said.
I guess my face revealed my minds because she said; I saw you on the road, the road only leads up here to our home. Whose home, who lives here? I asked. You, me and every single creature that lives and grows here, she said. Every day something beautiful happens, she continued, but something is breaking things down here now. She pointed towards the sun. The sun had dark corners and flickering flames around. The girl said, there's one animal.. when you meets it you may think he/it seems cuddly and soft but if you give it/him your trust cruel things will happen/will be.

It feels wrong in some way to call animales it.

I thought I should draw a drawing to this but I haven't so this is an old sketch:

It happens that I name my drawings. This is Pippo.

Flow

This I drew some year/years ago but I think I studied other pictures and tried to draw them as close to the original photo as possible so in general it's maybe a bit cheating but you learn much by imitating too. You can look how other people do, practice and then you can begin to experiment yourself.

It looks like I drew better back in the days. I have had periods of creation emptiness as my mind was in a hurry and didn't want to sit down and draw. Maybe dull because there is an amazing "drawing flow" that is almost like playing a video game; you start with some ideas of how to move forward, then you get lost in the flow and the next time you look at the clock you will see that it has gone half the way over midnight. While you are in the flow the time go way to fast but the good thing is that that time is a high-quality time *'stars jack pot

Yesterday I went on a lovely bicycle ride and my brother inspired me to draw a "pigeon-bicycle", a pigeon on a penny-farthing bicycle. But I didn't want a small head on tiny neck for my bird so it became a hybrid type of bird.

The bird isn't done yet but in progress. I got another more pigeon like bird on the other side of that paper.

Restless fingers

Bubbling mind

And upward facing smiles

Looking up, upon a person, that you really care about
and see how that human
is being ripped
and scratched
apart
from the inside
 Destroyed in emotions
of sadness and panic

That will,
kill hearts
kills my heart
and make tears fall

Light will help,
Positive souls do make
mouths smile
Hugs will help
so hands do stay
together
and so lives,
will feel
a bit
better

-Emma Lövgren

Who made her cry and who made her laugh?

Yes the ones that stood close to her.

Because they really mean it, they fires real emotions.

h-a-s playtime

Creations that is made of coincidences. 
Do not look for Coincidence. You can not.
You and 'Coincidence' will meet at one point.
The point is secretly hidden and will remain technically so. You do not know that it exists.
Until
The point is reached by You and 'Coincidence'. At exactly the right hour.
Some new doors will be open. And some new ways created.
You can not search for it.
But if you want to meet Coincidence you need to take action.
You need to try.
Soon you will be friends.
Happy hide-and-seek playtime.

censored for animal lovers ♥

A big decent club-shaped turkey(leg?) No I am sorry for that sentence I just made it for making it sound raw, think horror. But I made it pink to compensate the unpleasant feeling. 

However the first version of this image was a bit too "slaughter-like". This one felt better more like:

 'Flower and Love I give to you

I am down on my knees and asking you now

Would you be my bride(-or-man)

bride-man'

Hey

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I have had ups like happy sunlights and downs like dusk in dawns like the most on earth. I feel empty and standstill for a moment asking myself why this is happening. There is a mystic feeling about this place, both sparkles and dusts and I think the answer for the meaning of it all is for us to receive when we die.

I considered carefully if I shoud publish this character-thing, 

I did . It is a picture. Don't be afraid.

Hey,
I was born in 1995 and my name is Emma. This is one blog of many of mine BUT is this the blog who will survive like the others didn´t? That´s the question and I can't wait to see, actually, I will not give up.

When I was little my thoughts circled around animals and drawing. At least people around me gave me the feeling about that and that I was a drawer(not a box). Nowadays I´m not really sure. I like see things popping up on my paper tho or see things turn into something. I can ask myself 'Did I really draw that?' It is a special feeling however. But I comes to times when I just gets bored and flashing over the paper with the strokes of my pencil and the results of that don't get any top scores from me. I love the things I like to do half as much as I hate them. But it is a love-hate, so its okey.

It´s free to comment and free to watch and free to read and I hope you remain beautiful and happy.
//Emma

An interesting fact is that I am from Sweden and English are not my native language so feel free to pick on my spelling and grammar a bit so I can change some mistakes.