I like to read. I don't read too often, due to a lack of interest in starting a project like reading. However, the reason why I like to read is simple and common: It's a great way to loosen up and let your thoughts rest, diving in the world of font and paper. Bad books are no fun though. You can recognize a bad book from the toughness of reading it. If you feel like it's forced, you shouldn't feel obliged to continue. But don't be fooled by boring books! Boring books have their upsides: If the start and ending are good, you might be happy to have scrolled through all those pages. And in the end, the ending truly matters. A good ending is the crown jewel.
The four last weeks of my life truly have been book worthy. It's not like I'm going to start writing an autobiography, blogging is as far as I will go with it, but if you can say something about those pre-mentioned weeks, I would call them dreamy. What I'm trying to say is, that these weeks have been something out of the ordinary. So much has happened and in a totally different setting as my usual life. No parents, home alone and somehow I've managed to slave myself a (censored) of my own. I had friends around most of the time and felt almost complete control over my actions. Polar bear partying, late nights chatting with friends, cuddling my (pillow) and getting meals cooked for me by my (slave). All was fine, all was different.
Like books, even my flash of independent life had to come to an end. My mother returned from her trip to New Zealand, which ended the late nights with friends. Although it's nice to have her around, it has also brought me back to the old lifestyle of sharing the house. So no more late visits from friends or messing up the house. The more apparent step back to basics went in action last Sunday. Around midnight that day, my (slave) left to Laos for three weeks. It's not like he's staying there for ever, but it's the absence that makes me realize, my life is almost the same now as before my mother left: family life with no (slave).
Time for the problemo of this long blog: What the heck did I do and how the heck did I spend my time four weeks ago? I've been finding it difficult to figure out what to do after school simply because I can't remember what I used to do. I have more time for friends and interests, which is good, but somehow I feel very lonely and sad anyway. It has only been two days, so maybe it will come back to me, but ideas are very, very welcome. Any ideas involving splurging money, can not, however, be accepted.
Well, that's that for now. Oh, and P.s. I have now managed to climb some negative walls in wall-climbing, so that's one step closer to fulfilling my dreams. Maybe some day I will go to Laos and climb rocks, leave the slave home to hug his pillows. And I won't stay just for three weeks! Now there's an ending.
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Sunday, April 5, 2009
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.
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.
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
The Eternal Burning of the Careless Mind
There comes a time in ones life, when feeling miserable is about all you can feel. Days, or periods of floating in one's self pity, feeling alone and hopeless. Every normal person has experienced that, and if not, they are either alien or Tom Cruise* (*read: alien) . Although low points are something a lot of people fear, every now and then it's actually a good thing to let out and think about everything wrong with you and the world. It makes you think about your life so far and make adjustments to ease the future. These adjustments hardly ever work, but it's all apart of our survival. Through the roller coaster we ride, and we learn and we find our true selves.
Enough with all the deep-talk. It's time to switch the emo-music your secretly listening to, to something better, like anything else except My Chemical Romance (Besides, it's so 2006). Trust me, there are a lot worse things in the world than not getting a car for your sweet 16. For instance: Me being happy! Being happy and without a care in the world sucks even worse than your old vacuum cleaner. I have absolutely nothing to write about, and I have totally lost all the mystique and absent-mindedness that made me at least a bit interesting. When nothing affects you, nothing stands out. And when nothing stands out for me, I don't get any inspiration or subjects to nag about. So from now on, or for the time being, I will concentrate on more interesting subjects than my now happydappyloviedoviebowie -life. As a result, for my next blog I will write about scrutinizing the reward-guidelines for government-owned companies. They say social subjects are way more interesting right?
Enough with all the deep-talk. It's time to switch the emo-music your secretly listening to, to something better, like anything else except My Chemical Romance (Besides, it's so 2006). Trust me, there are a lot worse things in the world than not getting a car for your sweet 16. For instance: Me being happy! Being happy and without a care in the world sucks even worse than your old vacuum cleaner. I have absolutely nothing to write about, and I have totally lost all the mystique and absent-mindedness that made me at least a bit interesting. When nothing affects you, nothing stands out. And when nothing stands out for me, I don't get any inspiration or subjects to nag about. So from now on, or for the time being, I will concentrate on more interesting subjects than my now happydappyloviedoviebowie -life. As a result, for my next blog I will write about scrutinizing the reward-guidelines for government-owned companies. They say social subjects are way more interesting right?
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
I do what ever
Since mamma mia went back to NZ, I have been home alone with the cats and some company from friends time to time. Living alone isn't much of a big deal for me, it gives me a little freedom to prance around the house how ever and when ever I want to, wearing what ever. Living alone also sparks some unknown territories in my brains and makes me almost tidy up after myself. I almost become a responsible adult. But no one is perfect, because even I have secretly been slacking on something: schoolwork.
In my new regime, I have learnt to delegate my work. In school, I use the time with no lessons, to do my tasks for courses and also do a bit (or a lot) of chatting and scrolling facebook. After school I run for the store, buy a cheap piece of bread and run for the bus, this is the warm-up for the wall climbing. After climbing for a few hours I take the bus to Helsinki and another to Myyrmäki. If I miss the buss, I eat in town, if not, I eat at home. When I get home it's about 9pm, so I only have enough time to take a shower, feed and play with the cats and go to bed.
The previous has been my regime for a few days now, but exam week is on the corner and a lot is going to change during it. I wonder, will I make it through a month without having a good break every once in a while? I'm glad to have Veera knocking on my door for company, she keeps me sane and feeds me. However, I don't have time to chat with my parents on Skype, not that I'd want to anyway: My computer is slower than my unnamed friend counting math, very slow, that is. Besides, I'm not really the happy family wave for the camera -type of a person. I did it when my mom was doing it, but It gets a bit boring by time.
Well, life in Home alone vol. 9(?) has been great fun so far. I get to take a shower in peace and use my mother's warmythingy (a scruffy old lumberjack-style blouse or what ever you should call it). Next Saturday I'm hosting a HUGE MEGA PARTY, so everyone is welcome to have an AWESOME time and throw stuff of the balcony. My address is: Nowayin H 311, 101101 Gohome. See ya there!!
In my new regime, I have learnt to delegate my work. In school, I use the time with no lessons, to do my tasks for courses and also do a bit (or a lot) of chatting and scrolling facebook. After school I run for the store, buy a cheap piece of bread and run for the bus, this is the warm-up for the wall climbing. After climbing for a few hours I take the bus to Helsinki and another to Myyrmäki. If I miss the buss, I eat in town, if not, I eat at home. When I get home it's about 9pm, so I only have enough time to take a shower, feed and play with the cats and go to bed.
The previous has been my regime for a few days now, but exam week is on the corner and a lot is going to change during it. I wonder, will I make it through a month without having a good break every once in a while? I'm glad to have Veera knocking on my door for company, she keeps me sane and feeds me. However, I don't have time to chat with my parents on Skype, not that I'd want to anyway: My computer is slower than my unnamed friend counting math, very slow, that is. Besides, I'm not really the happy family wave for the camera -type of a person. I did it when my mom was doing it, but It gets a bit boring by time.
Well, life in Home alone vol. 9(?) has been great fun so far. I get to take a shower in peace and use my mother's warmythingy (a scruffy old lumberjack-style blouse or what ever you should call it). Next Saturday I'm hosting a HUGE MEGA PARTY, so everyone is welcome to have an AWESOME time and throw stuff of the balcony. My address is: Nowayin H 311, 101101 Gohome. See ya there!!
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Ms. Claustrophobia went fishing with Mr. Jet Lag on their Rocky Boat and caught Rabies.
Once upon a time there was a big boat. This boat was filled with all the loveliest creations of the world, like drunk teenagers and cheap booze. Life on the boat was peaceful, no drama, no embarrassing dancing or public humping in deck clubs nor any seasickness or bad ideas. Everyone got along perfectly and never argued about things people actually had not done. And never was anyone bored, or claustrophobic, just waiting for the boat to reach land in order to catch a plane home.
This was the boat I was not on a few weeks ago.
Of course there were some resemblances: Drunk teens and cheap booze.
After I returned from New Zealand, late on Thursday 25Th February, I had to get ready for another trip. The next day, on Friday, me and my year mates boarded a ship to Stockholm. Numerous attempts and successes of sneaking booze past security and onto the ship, took place on that historical day. Some had a straightforward approach to the booze problem, sneaking it in their bags and hoping they wouldn't get searched. Others took bigger precautions, or at least a bigger bra, to make sure their alcohol would get on the ship, or at least in their cleavage. A few innovative people probably just drank their alcohol before boarding the ship, a smart choice if you want to pass out in the first few hours and there by don't need to experience the true horrors of life on a Finnish cruise.
After all the mambojambo in the terminal, the boat was of to blue and yellow land, a place few Finnish people admit they like, at least not during the ice hockey world championships.
Life on the ship was quite the opposite to prior notions, but I took pride in not being in the center of it all. Truth be told, I spent most of the time feeling sick in my cabin. Later I feel that my share of partying mostly took place in my stomach, between Mr. Jet Lag and Mrs. Rocky Boat. A few successful attempts of having fun did succeed nevertheless, (like a small toga party I slipped into with my rumbling stomach and tired mind) but claustrophobia did creep into my mind more than once, I even thought about the ship sinking and about rabies, but more as a joke. However it made me think about taking a plane back from Sweden instead of boarding the ship again the next day.
As we know, flying isn't really in my price range, so that didn't work out, not after a trip like New Zealand. It didn't matter though, because after the little shopping spree in Stockholm, I was quite pumped up to get back on the ship. Not that I wanted to leave already, no, I could have shopped till I dropped, but unfortunately I still wasn't feeling very good. Stockholm was full of shops I wanted to visit, but didn't have enough time. Me, my friend Aya and another mate, walked mostly around Södermalm and Aya even purchased a big fur coat (No animals were harmed in making that coat though.) After a nice cup of cappuccino and a tasty pasta salad, we were heading back to the boat for a nap and some more drunk teen action later in the evening.
While on a cruise, time changes its meaning. No longer do people worry too much about what the time is. There's only buying from tax free time, wild partying time and passing out time. In the midst of all the party animals first dealing their drinks from fellow students of legal age and then going on the hunt for the starting location, me and Aya took some time off and made some brilliant ideas reality. We used about two hours for cutting my bangs. Aya did a very well detailed job, but it was a slow job, because I had to take short breaks every five minutes, making sure I wasn't going to throw up. The party in my stomach had got wilder since leaving Stockholm, and no pills were working.
With my new hairstyle I was encouraged to fight my feelings and went on the hunt for friends with Aya. I started feeling better by the hour, actually enjoying the cruise life and not feeling claustrophobic. In the end I managed to have a pretty good time and did not embarrass myself, result! A lot of drama and subject for gossip did take place on that cruise, but lucky for me, I wasn't involved.
This was the boat I was not on a few weeks ago.
Of course there were some resemblances: Drunk teens and cheap booze.
After I returned from New Zealand, late on Thursday 25Th February, I had to get ready for another trip. The next day, on Friday, me and my year mates boarded a ship to Stockholm. Numerous attempts and successes of sneaking booze past security and onto the ship, took place on that historical day. Some had a straightforward approach to the booze problem, sneaking it in their bags and hoping they wouldn't get searched. Others took bigger precautions, or at least a bigger bra, to make sure their alcohol would get on the ship, or at least in their cleavage. A few innovative people probably just drank their alcohol before boarding the ship, a smart choice if you want to pass out in the first few hours and there by don't need to experience the true horrors of life on a Finnish cruise.
After all the mambojambo in the terminal, the boat was of to blue and yellow land, a place few Finnish people admit they like, at least not during the ice hockey world championships.
Life on the ship was quite the opposite to prior notions, but I took pride in not being in the center of it all. Truth be told, I spent most of the time feeling sick in my cabin. Later I feel that my share of partying mostly took place in my stomach, between Mr. Jet Lag and Mrs. Rocky Boat. A few successful attempts of having fun did succeed nevertheless, (like a small toga party I slipped into with my rumbling stomach and tired mind) but claustrophobia did creep into my mind more than once, I even thought about the ship sinking and about rabies, but more as a joke. However it made me think about taking a plane back from Sweden instead of boarding the ship again the next day.
As we know, flying isn't really in my price range, so that didn't work out, not after a trip like New Zealand. It didn't matter though, because after the little shopping spree in Stockholm, I was quite pumped up to get back on the ship. Not that I wanted to leave already, no, I could have shopped till I dropped, but unfortunately I still wasn't feeling very good. Stockholm was full of shops I wanted to visit, but didn't have enough time. Me, my friend Aya and another mate, walked mostly around Södermalm and Aya even purchased a big fur coat (No animals were harmed in making that coat though.) After a nice cup of cappuccino and a tasty pasta salad, we were heading back to the boat for a nap and some more drunk teen action later in the evening.
While on a cruise, time changes its meaning. No longer do people worry too much about what the time is. There's only buying from tax free time, wild partying time and passing out time. In the midst of all the party animals first dealing their drinks from fellow students of legal age and then going on the hunt for the starting location, me and Aya took some time off and made some brilliant ideas reality. We used about two hours for cutting my bangs. Aya did a very well detailed job, but it was a slow job, because I had to take short breaks every five minutes, making sure I wasn't going to throw up. The party in my stomach had got wilder since leaving Stockholm, and no pills were working.
With my new hairstyle I was encouraged to fight my feelings and went on the hunt for friends with Aya. I started feeling better by the hour, actually enjoying the cruise life and not feeling claustrophobic. In the end I managed to have a pretty good time and did not embarrass myself, result! A lot of drama and subject for gossip did take place on that cruise, but lucky for me, I wasn't involved.
Monday, March 2, 2009
The list continues
1 minute ago I wrote a long blog about my trip to Sweden. And then i saved it. It was a pain trying to correct mistakes, since it always erased the letters after the mistake and I pretty much had to write the whole thing all over again to fix one spelling error. I couldn't auto correct either, forced to use my brain to figure out mistakes. What a bore. Well, life goes on and my list continues. I now declare internet exploder is also a part of internet servers I truly hate. It has been on my list for a long time. The name exploder, instead of explorer, came to use a whole lot of years ago (when I was 9) and was some what my brothers invention.
So, be happy or be sad, but my side of the rocking boat trip to blue and yellow land, will not be published for a while, because obviously internet exploder has some issues with it. So I'm not going to write it all again, not at least until I get home and open firefox.
So, be happy or be sad, but my side of the rocking boat trip to blue and yellow land, will not be published for a while, because obviously internet exploder has some issues with it. So I'm not going to write it all again, not at least until I get home and open firefox.
Thursday, February 26, 2009
HellDell and a nervous breakdown
As my father once stated in his blog, a Dell is truly from hell. I am currently sitting at an Internet kiosk at Heathrow airport in London. Here, the computers are unfortunately Dells, with their special Internet browsers (also from some very deep place). It costs a humongous 2 euros for 20 minutes, and from those 20 minutes 50% are wasted on pages loading, or not loading at all.
The insanely annoying Internet browser, added with about 39 hours of past travelling, I am on the verge of a nervous breakdown. Just 5 minutes ago, I tried to hold my tears, because the bloody computer wouldn't let me open pages, or write comments on facebook. I actually considered smashing the screen with my head.
Thanks to the previously mentioned Qantas cock-up, we did miss our connection from Heathrow to Finland, and got a flight that leaves 16.10. Lovely... more waiting, more traveling and I will be home at about 9pm, so I'm not too happy. Also, I have a cruise tomorrow, we shall see if I ever make it back from that cruise, or if I even get onto it.
Well, the lovely new bff Hell Dell is now clicking 5minutes of time left, so I shall let my mother on it now, to read the kind words I have spelled out in the few past days of traveling. Oh how lovely traveling makes you, so friendly, so loving, so damn wondrously positive about everything the world lays on you.
P.s I just got the information that our combined traveling time will be about 43hours. I believe in God, NOT!
The insanely annoying Internet browser, added with about 39 hours of past travelling, I am on the verge of a nervous breakdown. Just 5 minutes ago, I tried to hold my tears, because the bloody computer wouldn't let me open pages, or write comments on facebook. I actually considered smashing the screen with my head.
Thanks to the previously mentioned Qantas cock-up, we did miss our connection from Heathrow to Finland, and got a flight that leaves 16.10. Lovely... more waiting, more traveling and I will be home at about 9pm, so I'm not too happy. Also, I have a cruise tomorrow, we shall see if I ever make it back from that cruise, or if I even get onto it.
Well, the lovely new bff Hell Dell is now clicking 5minutes of time left, so I shall let my mother on it now, to read the kind words I have spelled out in the few past days of traveling. Oh how lovely traveling makes you, so friendly, so loving, so damn wondrously positive about everything the world lays on you.
P.s I just got the information that our combined traveling time will be about 43hours. I believe in God, NOT!
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