Old Yeller?

First toy purchased. ^^ I know he doesn't care if it's an old sock or an expensive 'high-tech' gadget, but I just HAD TO.

Food of Gods

All rails lead to somewhere

This city is tainted with too many faces. Too well I know all the corners of it. It's time to leave.

Breathe, it'll be over soon

A blanket covering the scenery

The Clouds have descended like giants

Good idea

Love'd to have a tattoo like this! (Street art from Jyväskylä)

The walk

[audio: in spite of all damage -The be good Tanyas]

Music

Street art from Jyväskylä.

Did someone spill powder?

Winter is here.

Happy Halloween

Local nobodies. ;)

Writing class

What the...? I thought I attended an academic writing class..

Blank

Today I'm out of pictures, but these words seem to say it all.

"We all have the potential to fall in love a thousand times in our lifetime. It’s easy. The first girl I ever loved was someone I knew in sixth grade. Her name was Missy; we talked about horses. The last girl I love will be someone I haven’t even met yet, probably. They all count.

But there are certain people you love who do something else; they define how you classify what love is supposed to feel like. These are the most important people in your life, and you’ll meet maybe four or five of these people over the span of 80 years. But there’s still one more tier to all this; there is always one person you love who becomes that definition. It usually happens retrospectively, but it happens eventually.

This is the person who unknowingly sets the template for what you will always love about other people, even if some of these loveable qualities are self-destructive and unreasonable.
The person who defines your understanding of love is not inherently different than anyone else, and they’re often just the person you happen to meet the first time you really, really, want to love someone.

But that person still wins. They win, and you lose. Because for the rest of your life, they will control how you feel about everyone else."

-Chuck Klosterman

(via morninghollow)

Wear pink

I took a head start yesterday. Today I'm wearing pink at the comfort of my home, recovering from my surgery.

Butcher

Decapitating pineapples gives me thrills. (and the taste, THE TASTE!)

Yritys on kova

Missä olet.

Mittaan askelilla näitä katuja, rakennan tilaani, paikallisuuttani. Olen voyeristi ja tirkistelen kaikkea ja kaikkia.

Ghost train

Response

Don't worry, we're all lame

Helsinki city street art.

Night crawler

Nää o mummaita!

Sunday walk vol. 3

Sunday walk vol. 2

Sunday walk

Surviving a sickday

Having a flu. Again..

Whatcha lookin punk?!

Somehow my lil bro makes this look so much cooler...

Sometimes mornings are good

@ mom's, still warm enough to have breakfest in our terrace.

John ME

Allergy tests

It seems that my body thinks all nature is crap, cats are from Satan, dogs are suspicious and almond is poison. Roger.

Beep me up Scotty

I feel like alien abducted.

The Night of Arts

[audio: John Me - Paris]
We broke the rules, I'm glad we got out
Had to get out again, back in with the t running light
Take this heart and make it all worth while
Don't be the last one, get out in time
Get out in time, get out in time

I won't say that I'm unhappy with you
I won't say that I don't know what to do
I won't say that I'm unhappy with you
Take this heart and make a dream come true
Take this heart and make a dream come true

Cheap hotels, we drink what we get served
This can't be anything like all that you've heard
Lets get married, put a fence round our house
Lets make some babies, leave for Paris tonight
Lets leave tonight, lets leave tonight

I won't say that I'm unhappy with you
I won't say that I don't know what to do
I won't say that I'm unhappy with you
Take this heart and make a dream come true
Take this heart and make my dreams come true

Odottavan aika on pitkä

Ruined

Some idiots don't know what is beautiful..

The light looks good on you

It's been three years since I left for Spain and this longing for warm, broken colors, orange sunlight that layers on buildings like a light canvas seems to endure. I have never felt anywhere more home than in the ruff textures and colors of Spain. Worn tiles on the pavement, like an old spa floor, carved with the most delegate pictures and abstracts than you can not find from where I'm from. I get all silent, with a slow smile on my face and I have need to curl up somewhere and just inhale the beauty around me, like it could fill my cells and veins and stay there.

I'm always following the light. Where ever I go, the light is the first thing I usually remember. The cities, the countries, the buildings and the houses. People as well. If I don't, there's not much to remember anyway. For example Paris, my adolescent dream town where everything should and would have been perfect, remains in my memory as a steel gray cloudy and rainy town. I remember the wet streets. The glistering cement that reflected the streetlights as we paced down the street in a hurry not to get wet. Of course, this memory is tainted by the ghastly weather, but nevertheless this memory remains in my head. Then Spain, despite of the winter and the rainy fall that I lived there, lingers in my mind as a calm late summer evening, air thick with the warmth of the day, filled with scents of the city and the people in it. The feeling is like waking up from a wonderful late afternoon nap. Body heavy from the dream, limbs stretched out and you don't want to move a muscle to brake the relaxness in your body. You just watch in the direction of your eyes and let your body wake up without moving.

In here where I live now, in Helsinki, the light always seem to have a layer of white in it, eating out all the colors, making them dull in a way. It's too sharp, like a razor cutting out everything and nothing. Maybe it's the direction from where it shines, don't know really. But every autumn I seem to long for that light and my mind wanders in Spain again.

(picture from the rooftop where I lived)

Priorities

Too sick to go to the store across the street to pick ice cream, but not too sick to make brownies. Note: Never made brownies before.

Convicted

Getting ready for the costume parteeh tonite.

Artsy fartsy

Nice to have actually time to do stuff these days. Other than school. Me likey!

Something "fishy"

It told me to take it to our leader.

Get set. Ready. Grill!

Salad. Check.

Meat. Check.

Wine. Check.

Weather. Check.

Long live summer

[audio: Ain't No Sunshine When She's Gone - Bill Withers

All the best girls have boys? Don't think so..

Feeling all warm and fuzzy, you know. Like razorbladed.

Runs with Thunder

Went out for a run, although it was pouring.

The weather just always seems more breathable, lighter in a way.

And the air smells intoxicating.

It's rasberry time.

Do you know how wet rasberry leaves smell? It's indiscrapable.

The sky grew darker and darker, rain pouring down until I was completely drenched.

And it was wonderful.

And it was perfect.

All I could hear was the steady pace of my feet and the rain all around me.

And then a lightning cracks the sky open.

The Cure

If this dose of chocolate doesn't cure me from my PMS, I may have to commit manslaughter.

Fuel

Yes, I definetely like this place. Que approveche!

All work and no play..

Checking out the new place in my neighborhood, Bar Siltanen. They say that it took four years to renovate this place as bar. Digging it so far, especially the re-use of old dentist lamps. Now, work. *she commands herself and dives in the misty waters of her doctorate*

Wednesday blues

What a useless day.

I wish upon a star..

The bag says "goodbye all worries and sorrow". Wish it'd be that way. That I could just fill a bag full with all my worries and toss it out of the window. Or maybe sunk it by the dock. Steal a boat maybe, and ship the damn bag out in the ocean. Oh well. Shame it doesn't work that way. Would've been handy, though.

Romkräm - Mätitahna - Roe paste

Is there anything more delightful? Food of Gods, I say! OMNOM!

(in the mean time in another dimension fish are eating human sperm/eggs)

I'm seeing double

The Dog's Diary

8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!

9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing!

9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!

10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!

12:00 pm - Milk bones! My favorite thing!

1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!

3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!

5:00 pm - Dinner! My favorite thing!

7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!

8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!

11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!

The Cat's Diary

Day 983 of My Captivity

My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength.

The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet. Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates my capabilities. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a "good little hunter" I am. Bastards!

There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of "allergies." I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage.

Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow, but at the top of the stairs. I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released, and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded. The bird must be an informant. I observe him communicate with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now ...

Not so little anymore

Hanging with da lil' bro.