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.