Scrutinizing the reward-guidelines for government-owned companies

In my last blog I mentioned a serious lack of depression and sadness in my life resulting in a writers block. Note: Lack. In addition, I decided to take on more social subjects and topics, that refer to phenomenons or events around us. Choosing a more meaningful subject than my own life seemed like a good idea, but come to think about it, it's not. We all know my life is way more interesting than politics or economy. Also, I know nothing about politics or economics. Well, maybe a little. Instead of the headlining topic, this post is hereby re-named: Late nights before the spring awakens. Sounds posh right? Slightly poetic with a twist of lame and cliche.

Friday was a good day. Although the idea of spending the last two months of school mostly in school (8am - 4:15pm/5 days a week) haunted me slightly, there was nothing bringing me down properly, as me and Miranda sat on the rocks next to our school, enjoying the sun, coffee and the sound of grit-free streets. Watching other people run in a circle suffering, was a good plus. The day was almost perfect, I didn't mind being there at all.

Later in the day I ran around town and Vantaa, searching for food for a birthday-party we were setting up for a friend in the evening. She was turning 18, and we thought it would be a good idea to organize a surprise birthday, with a cocktail-theme (not to my liking). After fixing up some tomato, mozzarella, pesto and smoked salmon, avocado, lemon -appetizers with an additional cake and pastries, we sat down and waited for the birthday girl to arrive. The wait was long, so in the meantime we came up with a plan: The b-day girl's boyfriend would hide in a room, sitting on the bed with a rose in his mouth, card in his lap with the rest of the house dark. I would hide under the bed covers and Krista would be ready to take a picture as the b-day girl walked in. To completely understand the brilliance of this plan, you should know, that for the whole previous week all of us had been lying that we were only going to have a small girls-night with the four of us, no boyfriends or extra people allowed. We also told her we were waiting, wearing pyjamas and messy hair. The truth was, everyone else was nicely made up, wearing cocktail-skirts and heels, well, everyone except me. I had failed to pick out a dress, because even though I tried every single awful dress in Gina Tricot and H&M, I hated them all. So I was dressed as a polar bear with a waistcoat and bow tie.

The plan worked brilliantly, she was amazed and joyful when she realised who it was waiting for her. I think my suit also made an impression though. So we had her put on the dress we bought her, with all the bling too of course. And the night went on with more people arriving as they could, eating food and sipping drinks. It was a nice mellow party, not too many loud mouths going on and on about boring yadayada. Dancing was also detected during the night: Me, in my polar bear costume, rocking it away, alone. I guess there always has to be a clown. More, additional people involving dancing, was also spotted later on, so let's take it as me inspiring people to lift their feet and let the tennis bat swing.

Hopefully I will get some pictures, to explain the vibe a bit better, not that you would ever understand the magic of wearing that over sized furry-suit that almost caused my death in one point (It lit up a little bit, but no worries, the suit just needs a little patching). So an all-in-all successful birthday with all the characteristics of a party: Munchies, refreshments, stupid dancing, disco/Christmas lights, a clown, fire hazards, one ''complaint'' from the downstairs neighbour (''Are you guys having a party? Hey, wait a minute, aren't you the one who borrowed two euros from me?'') and a hell of a mess afterwards. Hi mum! Hi dad!

All is good now anyway. It was a late night after a beautiful spring day. I finally feel like spring is here and I have awakened from the endless night of winter. But not like in that musical...
There's a lot of symbolism involved in that one day and the weeks surrounding it. Living alone has been a good ride so far, no doubt about it. Maybe I should write poems and challenge my friend Iiro in the strange-poetry section.

The polarbear dies,
Sitting on the freezer
Smoke rises,
Flames light up
CO2,
Smoking kills,

So does drowning.