You don't get what you deserve.
You get what you take.

-Nemi

Saturday, 22 December 2012

The best and the worst apocalypse ever.

Yesterday was a horrible apocalypse but a great day. After work I was absolutely knackered, but as I had invited Anneli and Ruarudh over I tried to stay awake when I got home before 10pm. The plan was "to have just a few drinks" as I was working today, but as usually in this group, the fews quickly multiplied. We ended up watching Magic Mike, numerous youtube videos and just chatting until at 4:30 I throw the guys out realising that I really should sleep before work. But I can't describe how disappointed I was of Magic Mike, I had anticipated it so much! I don't think it actually had a plot, the dialogue was the worst ever, I don't even find the main actors attractive and the only female character was the most annoying woman ever with 0 facial expression. I guess the producers thought that shirtless men every 15 mins is enough keep peoples attention. At least my time didn't go to waste, as we could just have our own banter while movie was on the background.

Mandatory Tolstoy picture. Ready to go to work, wearing my sexy sales assistant outfit, grr.
Today work was just insane, as during most of the month... Especially when you wake up in the morning still drunk, and the hungover kicks in when you get to work, you know it won't be the most pleasant experience. Oh well, I just thought the whole day that I'm having tonight all for myself... And tomorrow is my last shift anyway!

Tonight I've just enjoyed myself. I haven't had a proper time for myself almost whole semester, so having an hour long bubble bath, making a pot of tea, eating ice cream in my bed wearing granny underwear after cleaning last nights mess (who knew three people can create such a mess?!) and listening to Fleetwood Mac feels like the best night ever. And I can go to sleep soon! What an awesome and wild life I live!

Also, I realised yesterday (payday, woohoo!) that after I paid my rent, there was still money left from my salary! I got myself a little Christmas present then, Kindle. It's going to be so useful for me, as I'm literally a book hoarder. I have probably close to 40 books in my flat (though I've probably read 5 of them) and even more at home in Finland. So to not make my Kindle feel bad next to my shelves, I have downloaded already 57 books on it... Basically all books you can get there for free, classics mainly in philosophy and politics. Yay!

Also, I have all my Christmas shopping done! Woohoo! (Seriously, where is all this positive attitude and energy coming from? Someone come and take it away, it's not normal for me!)



Tuesday, 18 December 2012

Monday, 17 December 2012

"You Finns are crazy!"

Somehow every time I meet someone who has met a Finn before first thing they say is "Oh yeah, I knew one girl/guy from Finland. She/he was crazy!". And I know that I might have not decreased this opinion in some people, and will probably be one of these crazy former acquaintances for some. I've tried to think what makes us Finns so crazy, and contrasting us to the British (and especially English) culture, we're definitely less subtle. A lot of my friends and family have been asking what are the cultural differences in our relationship, as one could imagine, a lot of things do get lost in the translation in team Noorbert...

- The thing that I hate in British mentality is the overly polite passive-aggressiveness. Everything has to be put in the most polite manner and the more pleases, would you mind, and sorry to bothers there are, the more you know that they actually would just like to give you the finger and tell you off. As a Finn I'm used to straight talk, meaning that if something bothers, say it. Everything would be so much easier and faster if you could cut the crap and just say what you want. Only in UK being straight would be seen rude.

- Also, in Finland I'm used to more straight honesty. Here it took me a while to understand who is genuinely interested in you as person and who couldn't care less, but just has that kind of outgoing personality. Though it was even worse in the States. Maybe it's just my hermit nature, if anyone is speaking to me I just go "OMG, someone is finally talking to me!". In Finland I always knew from the beginning if the chemistry just didn't work with someone.

- Rob doesn't understand morning grumpiness. He can be energetic like Tigger, bouncing everywhere at 9 o'clock (which basically is still in the middle of the night!), and doesn't understand my lack of enthusiasm and attempt to punch him in the face.

- Royal Family. I just don't see the big deal. I understand it, but I don't see the big deal. For example, last night was the Sport Personality of 2012 Awards (which I didn't understand either), and Kate, the Duchess of Cambridge was there to give out the main award. However, at no point did she actually say anything out loud, which was so odd to me. If she's wanted there just to stand and look pretty, I'd be quite offended personally.

- In Britain it's okay to have frequently fish&chips as meal, and everything is served with chips anyway, as in Finland chips are just junk food you have rarely. 

- What Rob doesn't understand is my social awkwardness, which doesn't show that much in Finland, as everyone is as awkward :D (and sometimes it's just too much asked to be social) And the fact that (apparently) I freak out by everything, but that's only because everyone IS judging me.

- Nudity. (Sorry if this is too much information for some..) I'm used to being naked and sleeping naked, and obviously going to sauna naked. Rob is still trying to get used to all this...

- Finns eating reindeers, and having so much space everywhere. Also the proximity to nature, as most British people seem to be quite alienated from the nature. And that we have Poronkusema as a measure of distance.

- The horrible English our Formula 1 drivers speak

- The whole nationalism thing here, I can't understand why UK is so great, because CLEARLY it's still a developing country, at least compared to Finland :P (yes, we get into argument over this on weekly basis)

- Also that I hate showing too much affection in facebook, but on the other hand I have no problems with PDA.


Our pile.


I can't think of anything else right now, but I will write a sequel in January, as I found out couple of days ago that I'll be going to Coventry for Christmas! I'm absolutely terrified and excited, I need to learn how to behave before going there either on 23rd of 24th and finally MEETING THE PARENTS.

Wednesday, 12 December 2012

December.

Where did the time go? I swear it was just September and the whole autumn was just beginning. Now I've finished with this term, waiting for Christmas and then New Years, both being extremely close.

As usual, I've been working and then trying to study at some points. Also gotten stupidly drunk at some points. I'm starting to realise every day a bit more how weird this Christmas will be, as I won't be with my family, and I'll be working. This is my first Christmas alone, and though I've never been a huge Christmas person, it does feel very weird to think. Luckily I have some friends staying here as well so there will be some kind of get-together thingy. But I will definitely miss my family. I think the worst part will be the fact that right now I don't have idea when I'll be going home next time. And that is quite scary thought. I don't feel that homesick yet, but it still makes me feel slightly uneasy.

Other thing worrying me is going down to Coventry after Christmas, where there will be meeting THE parents... I'm seriously freaking out. The last time I was in this situation was about 6 years ago, so I have no idea how to be and what to do. Especially because I know that I need to be a lot more formal than usually, and everyone knows that I'm NOT a formal person. Maybe I'll just cry in the corner with my eyes shut hoping that if I can't see anyone they can't see me either.

Unsurprisingly, work has been slightly overwhelming, and I'm actually starting to think if I want to work on January at all, as I really need to focus on my dissertation. And with my current work schedule working doesn't happen. Though after Christmas it should be easier. And I need money, because I'm going to AMSTERDAM and HAGUE on February! Our Politics&IR Society is organising a trip to the Human Rights Court and I couldn't be more excited! And I definitely don't mind stopping at Amsterdam for two days either, I've heard so much good things about the city, and it's about time for me to go there, as I know the Schipol Airport by heart now, but I've never stepped outside.

Also, I saw a Land Rover that looked like a Stormtrooper helmet. It made my day.

 I feel so old for listening to music like this, but I just really like this song.

Wednesday, 5 December 2012

What makes me happy...

As promised after last weeks whining, here's some things that have made me really happy during the last week:

- Tolstoy

- Getting over 3000 words to my dissertation, almost one chapter!

- Rob, and making him very happy on his birthday, and how he is always cheering me up when I'm feeling moody or down <3 br="br">

- SNOW! It was snowing last night and it was so beautiful! Even today it was still on the ground and I just felt wonderful walking to town. Though it also makes me a bit homesick..

- Being successful at work

- Getting good feedback from my professor, also getting a good grade from my essay

- QI

- Getting grip of my moods

- Being invited to the work place's Christmas party, though the rest of the evening wasn't so successful...

- Sorting out disputes with my flatmate

- Getting more heating in the flat

- Knowing that the term is almost over

- Being able to pay the rent with my salary

-Being able to study and spend time in the library

And to the end, the mandatory picture of Tolstoy:


Monday, 26 November 2012

Existential crisis.

This time my wanderlust has become in the form of an existential crisis. I realised today on my way to work, that I'm so bored with my life. Not just Aberdeen, but almost everything in my life. So for anyone trying to find happy readings, I'll try to write something happy next time. But now I just need to get it out of my system.

I'm so bored of that all I do is work. If I'm not at work, I'm studying.

I'm bored of that all my evenings go without anything interesting happening. And I hate that I don't make interesting things happen.

I'm so bored of my life, as everything that I do on my little spare time seems to need a laptop for it.

I hate that I don't have enough time to study.

I hate that I have no idea what is happening in my friends' lives.

I hate that I never get my room tidy.

I hate that I have no idea where all my money goes. I also hate that I have so much student loan already. I hate that I work all the time and still have no money.

I hate that the only time I've been outside Aberdeen this fall was only one day in London.

I hate knowing that I won't leave Aberdeen before in a month.

I hate that my doctor's appointment got delayed until the beginning of January and now I don't know when I'll be going home next time.

I hate that I don't have time to keep up with my family.

I hate that I don't have time to go swim more often.

But most of all, I hate myself for not changing any of these things and letting them have this kind of impact on me.

 Luckily I can try to fight this feeling with music.

Wednesday, 21 November 2012

Normal life makes me delirious.

Last week was pure pain because of my essay, despite last Tuesday night, when I went to see the weekly stand up show. Apparently when there's about 10 people in the audience and you're sitting in the front, you get picked up a lot. Oh well, at least I can now say that I've been hit on by a sheep, and I got four lap dances, as I got to judge a "new boyband". The evening could have been a lot worse... And most importantly, I finally got to have wine evening with Anneli, which haven't happened in at least six months!

Anyway, as usual, I managed to create an existential crisis on the last day before the essay was due. (Mom, don't read further) I always start to panic when big assessments are due, and especially now, during the year when my grades actually matter, it has not gotten any easier. I was on the worst mood on Monday, panicking, crying and wanting to punch the world in the face while whining about how horrible my essay is. It doesn't really help that I've recently realised that I'm actually not as smart as I always thought I was. And that has been a horrible realisation. So combined with pressure of good grades and feeling inadequate, I was a mess. Luckily Anneli mentioned that she was going to town, so I joined her after I finished my essay and having a proper in depth chat about life, issues, friendships, really made me feel more at ease. Being able to talk and getting things out of your system (with a dinner and pint, obviously) made me smile first time in two days and just made me feel overall better.

I had yesterday off from studying (besides going to my classes) and found my old enemy/friend, ebay. I spent hours there looking dresses etc.,  which wont promise good for my bank account... I've decided that I want to be a dress person, and I'm obsessively trying to find nice and cosy casual dresses. The downside of wanting to be a dress person is that I have to learn to walk on heels now (though it was new years resolution anyway), so that I don't have to wear my converse's, but can actually wear dresses with nice boots as well. Oh well, I guess I have to become feminine after all.

Talking about never happening resolutions. I decided that now after the essay is done, and I have only dissertation to focus on for the rest of the semester, I should get back to learning Spanish! I have decided to go to South America after I graduate, so I need to start catching up!

Tuesday, 13 November 2012

Remembrance day.

Sunday was the remembrance day (and Father's day in Finland!), so as a decent girlfriend I went to the morning service (I don't remember when I've been to church service last time, probably my granddad's funeral 2011), as Rob was on the parade. It would have been okay if I didn't have to check the time all the time, as I had to run to work straight after. I managed to cause a great deal of drama at work earlier last week after asking twice to get Sunday off, and apparently the manager didn't like my approach. Anyway, after I finished working, I was supposed to go back to OTC and catch up with getting drunk with army people.

However, as most of you know about me, since I hadn't eaten anything in 8 hours, I wasn't too happy. I was pretty much ready to punch the next person even looking at me. I got a subway sandwich, and after finishing it my hunger was even worse. I made it home and still being extremely pissed off I decided to give the party a try, so I changed quickly and left while cursing the world. When I got there, I was still hating the world, but feeling also bad because it wasn't poor Rob's fault, and I had missed our mutual picture from the parade (HE WAS WEARING A KILT.). He got me a cider, and suddenly somehow world seemed slightly nicer place, who knew?

KILTS.
I have to say, the most efficient drunk night ever. After three hours and six pints (to empty stomach), the seventh somehow got me, and in the blink of an eye I realise that I can hardly stand anymore.. I'm ridiculously proud of myself for realising that that's the time to leave as it almost never occur to me that maybe I should go after a certain point. Off to a chipper and we were sleeping by 10:30pm (the guys had started drinking at 1pm).
I've never celebrated remembrance day before, it was interesting to see how big thing it actually is here (we had to have invitations to the service, to begin with...). 

Monday, 12 November 2012

Ei ole turhia päiviä tai jos on, on koko elämä.

 
Wednesday was a long day, but so worth it. Again, I remembered that with friends, it doesn't matter if you don't stay in touch for a while, because when you see again, it feels like nothing had changed. I woke up too early for me in the morning to catch my flight, especially because I had gone to sleep fairly late because of the presidential elections event at uni (which brought back my uneasiness with large groups of people, as there was probably half of the people I know at uni and I just felt incredibly lonely and didn't want to talk to anyone. I still try to work on that).

As we didn't have too much time in London with Sunwoo, so we just made a basic tourist stroll from Victoria station to Buckingham palace, then Big Ben, London Eye, Trafalgar Square.There's not that much to say about it, besides how much fun it was catching up and doing some sightseeing, so here's some pictures from the day.





English lunch
TEA.
On my way back to Aberdeen the flight was late for 1.5 hours and we had to change the aircraft once, so I wasn't too happy when I finally got home. Luckily, my most amazing man had dinner ready for me (at 10pm!) and a cold cider waiting, so I didn't dare to be grumpy at him. Though I tried to do some damage control already on the plane with a snack box and a wine...

I've been dismissing London quite a lot recently, as I prefer Paris so much more, but I noticed that London isn't too bad, and it's actually more spacious and clean than Paris (not that I would dare to say anything bad about Paris...).

Tuesday, 6 November 2012

Caffeine overdose.

I have no idea what happened last week, so I'll focus on this week then. (Oh yeah, Halloween. Went to a party, but no pictures yet. I haven't taken any pictures during my autumn in Aberdeen yet. Probably better that way. It just makes this blog very boring. Anyway.)

On Monday, it was the Bonfire night/Guy Fawkes-day/The guy from V for Vendetta-thingy. So traditionally there was a fireworks happening by the beach. I think the last two years were themed as Pirates of the Caribbean, but this year, obviously, the theme was 007. The UK is just crazy about James Bond right now, it's slightly scary. And I'm not bitter at all that I can't work for MI6. But I could be the real life Bond girl ;) (don't anyone dare to laugh. I WILL find out). The fireworks weren't out of this world, but they were still entertaining, especially because the Bond tunes are great and when you (try) to match the fireworks with it, you won't dare to not enjoy it.

Here's my horrible attempt of taking a video of it, but you can't always win, not even everytime (one of the wisdoms I learned from Hugo).
video

On Monday we got people checking our gas meters basically in the middle of the night, so I was not happy. Why on earth checks people's gas meters at 9:30 am?!?!?! And it took them over 30 mins, which I could have spent sleeping, but NOOOOOOOO.... As a revenge, I went back to sleep after they left. Serves them right.

Today was my studying day, though not as succesful as it could have been. I spent 5 hours in the library, and the last hour we were discussing with my friends what kind of legal status zombies would have. Next time we need a biologist so we can determine the probability of evolution and cinscience on zombies, which might have an impact on their position in the society.

Also, apparently we're that couple now... I've worn Rob's rugby shirt the whole day and he's worn a Jack Daniels-shirt. I never thought that we would swap roles like this... But then again, I've wanted a rugby shirt for a while, and this one is really cool.

I got so many jealous looks of my shirt in the library.
And the bottom line is. TOMORROW I'M GOING TO LONDON TO SEE MY DEAR SUNNY!! Though I'll only have about 4 solid hours in the centre of London between my flights, but it will be worth to see her and besides, it's only money. If I can afford to buy cheap flights and go to London to see my friend (whom I haven't seen in almost 2 years), why wouldn't I do that? Especially because it'll make me really happy. I can't wait!!

Off to make some tea before going to PIR-Society's Election night. I'm slightly all over the place today, might have something to do with the coffee I had at the morning, I feel like Twitchy. Also, does anyone know any OBJECTIVE authors on Venezuela and Bolivarian Revolution? All articles that I've found are either extremely for or against, and I can't really take either side seriously.


Sunday, 28 October 2012

Work overload.

Apparently I'm finding myself with two jobs right now, as my previous employer had added me back on the schedule (without asking me), despite a month ago telling me that they can't have me full time anymore. Well, obviously I went and got a new job and a week ago I was just told my new schedule for my bar job and after yesterday's shift I found my name on next weeks schedule as well. Not impressed. if I'm working 5 days a week on my new job, and have two nights on my old job, dissertation wont be happening. I don't mind going there every now and then, but I wont be there twice a week. I know I shouldn't be complaining for having enough work and getting money, but right now, my priority is to earn enough to pay the rent and get the best possible mark on dissertation. I wont start working just for the sake of it. I know this will come back to me next year at this time when I'm unemployed and living home with no idea what to do with my life, but right now it's a bit too much.

Especially because again, I have no idea what has happened this week.. Everything happens so quickly, I'm never home, and I'm running back and forth to town and uni. I was in such a stress when I found out that the landlord will come and look around this week, as I wasn't home in two days other than once for 40 mins for lunch and shower, and I didn't have time to clean up my room properly or anything else. Then he came in, spent less than 5 minutes in the flat and left. What was the point? I understand that he wants to know what's going on in here, but my flatmate has been living here for about 3 years, he should know by now that she's not going to demolish the flat. Of course I might, but still.

I've started going to the weekly stand up show in Aberdeen, and it's so much fun! It's the best possible get away from uni and work, have couple of drinks and listen to funny people in good company (just remembered and I promised to work next week when it's taking place, damn). Other than that, library has become my new home, and I'm only attracted away from there with a message like "Bobbin?"(the code name for a pint). Also, I just realised all my markers have run out of ink, how am I supposed to study today?! 

On Friday, we went to see the new Bond movie, and I thought it was awesome. I'm not a huge fan of Bond, I don't mind watching those movies, but it wouldn't be my first choise. But this one, it was AWESOME. Especially because Daniel Graig (obviously, I'm a female after all) and Javier Bardem. I think Javier was the coolest villain EVER in No Country For Old Men, and then he pulled off his Bond-villain role so well and it was completely different from the previous role. He's such an amazing bad guy!

I'm not going to say anything about the weather here, I get so annoyed when there's 50 facebook updates about it, and everyone who looks out the window would find would find out the weather anyway. But next week is Halloween and I have no idea what to dress up like. Oh well, black tight clothes and black eyeliner will probably do. I can be 14-years old Noora!

Tuesday, 23 October 2012

Back to life.

Apparently articulating my problem really helped, as ever since I've felt a lot better and almost like my old self! Or even more, sometimes apparently I come out as maniac (according to Rob at least), maybe there's some bipolarity in the air? It is in the family, hmm... I'll see how it goes. Anyway, I'm just so happy that I don't feel like bursting to tears all the time and I have the energy to smile and have fun. Apparently it also helps with keeping people in your life. I just hope that I didn't just jinx it, and from tomorrow on I'll be back to the darkest depths of my mind.

Besides that, I've continued my basic student life with not uni work because of real work. I need to catch up with my dissertation so badly, but everything at its time. On Sunday I got a call from my previous work place, saying "So your schedule for this week is Friday and Saturday nights" "....Excuse me?" And I thought that I didn't work there anymore... Oh well, I took the Saturday shift, might get some tips at least. But I'm not going back permanently, I love having evenings for myself and apparently I'm doing pretty well in my new place, I got to guide one new girl who started a week after me. Yay me!

On weekend I took Tolstoy out for the first time (otherwise it would have gone to the army fields, brr) and it was behaving quite wildly, mingling with everyone, being the normal attention whore he is... (Not me, only Tolstoy...) So Saturday was our mutual bonding hungover morning and Saturday afternoon and evening went perfectly in library, catching up with studying and then SLEEP.

Today I finally made it back to pool! I don't know if other people have the same thing, but every time I stop doing something, especially sports for a long period of time, it get just harder and harder to get back to it. I've been postponing going to pool for about 5 weeks now (okay, for 2 weeks I wasn't able to go in anyway), but now that I finally made it there, it was so worth it! Like previously, I remembered how wonderful swimming is and how good it made me feel. My goal was to swim only a kilo meter to see how much behind I was compared to Spring, but I think it actually took me a lot less time this time, yay, I'm not a complete sloth!

Are you tired of hearing from Tolstoy already? If not, here's a picture of him having some yogurt.


Tuesday, 16 October 2012

You can't always get what you want/But if you try sometime, you just might find/You get what you need.

Kaamos.

It's official, I can't deal with seasonal changes. Every Spring and Autumn, the first thing is that my mood changes completely. I know I've written about the darkness of Scotland previously (or at least talked about it with most of my friends), but I think that I need to articulate my thoughts and feelings as more and more people have noticed this change in my mood. Obviously, there are many factors that pile up in disguise of dissertation, work (I've noticed that even after 3,5 hours at work paralyses me for the rest of the day, preventing me from uni work), damp weather, coldness and then the complete darkness. I don't even mind darkness and coldness, but in Scotland it is still so different from Finnish winter. I never got as bad autumn/spring depression in Finland. And this time, in contrast to spring, when I was feeling like this I started socialising and met a lot of wonderful new people, social gatherings exhaust me. I know I'm an introvert anyway, but I've improved my social skills within the past few years, so that spending time with people doesn't consume that much energy anymore, but right now, every single time there is more than 3 people present, I just withdraw completely into myself. No matter what mood I was 5 minutes prior, a group of people makes me feel tired and I stop making any connection to anyone, no matter who they are and whether they try to cheer me up or not. Especially if there's people I don't know, I feel it's easier to to withdraw from the group than trying to keep up.

In addition to this, because of obvious reasons, I'm full of hormones. I know I have said that after I finish pill I never want any other hormones, but before either of us castrates themselves, hormones are the way to go. And hormones don't suit me well. Especially now that I switched from one form to another. I know that I'm more of a rational person than emotional, so it bothers me so much that I'm completely under the curse of my emotions. No matter how I try to rationalise things in my head, I'm about to burst crying every other minute for the smallest things, and I hate it. Crying makes me feel weak and there's only two things that I hate the most in the world, feeling either stupid or weak.

It's ridiculous that I can't stay completely happy for a one full day, especially because in the end, everything in my life is going fantastic right now. I'm doing well with my course, I have direction for my dissertation, I have started in a new job and everyone is being amazing there, I have the most wonderful boyfriend that brings me breakfast in bed (seriously women, if you find a guy that does that, never let go), I'm surrounded by wonderful friends and my biggest problem is that on the evening I have to choose from several options what I feel like doing. This week I can even go back to pool! But NOOOOOOOOOO, my brain says that leaving the student card at home is the end of the world, so there's no point on even trying to enjoy the rest of the day. Or maybe I just run into a bunch of my friends, what could be more depressing? And every time someone asks if I'm fine, I'll just smile and nod and start crying.

Luckily Tolstoy is always up for cuddles.
I said this already during first year, and I say it again; I really should get one of those bright light lamps.

Sunday, 7 October 2012

The beginning of October.

This week has been quite quiet and I've spent half of it under my blanket, as the autumn cold decided to catch me as well. On Tuesday morning Rob had one look at me and said that maybe I shouldn't go to uni that day. So much for "I love your morning look" when coughing messed-hair goblin crawls into the light from bed. On Thursday I was sure that it was going away, but yesterday I woke up to the bonus-round as it struck harder than before. I've decided that I'll be fine by tomorrow, because I can't be bothered with being sick for two weeks, so now I'm just waiting for Rob to finish work and come to nurse me back to health with tea.

On the bright side, I got two job offers this week and the one I chose will start in a week or so. The other place would have been to a bar and I was getting quite fed up with that scene so I'm happy to change to retail for a while now. And the hourly pay is better. I just need to live cheaply for the next two weeks or so, but that shouldn't be a problem now that I've got all my necessary bills paid. I just wish my "not so reliable" (to put it nicely) former landlord would be so kind and pay me the rest of the deposit back. It's only been 4 months since I moved out, and the new girl moved in a month after me, so there's hardly any excuses left.

On Friday, I finally got to see Thomas Truax live! It was such a good gig, and as I had never seen him before, I completely fell in love with him. He was so adorable with the instruments he has built himself, and I still can't get over the name The Hornicator, one of his instruments.

I think I need to go have a nap now, and hope that I wont be woken up every 30 mins by coughing like last night.

Sunday, 30 September 2012

The Queen.

 My time in UK got fulfilled on Monday, when the Queen came for a visit. It was actually a horrible day, as it was pouring down and when I was there waiting for about 40min, some people had spent hours to see a glimpse of Liz. There's a huge debate about monarchy among my friends, but I'm not taking a stand on the issue, I just think that considering my field of study etc., it doesn't matter if the head of state is monarch or whatever, but if I get a chance to see any head of states, I will go for it. Though I'm not so sure if getting soaking wet was worth seeing her briefly as she was being driven to my university's new library for formal opening (it's only been open for a year now..) Anyway, at least Prince Philip seemed happy.

At work (in my previous one, luckily I heard that I might have two job offering next week) we had couple of Swedish men last week, with a bottle of Swedish whisky that they gave to us (the staff) to try. It was such an absurd set up, but the whisky was actually really good. Last night, during my last shift, someone tipped me with two chocolate bars :D I though that was quite adorable. There was also someone, who I thought looked familiar but I just figured that he was a younger regular whisky lover  until after serving him for couple of times he said that he remembered me from a house party which was not the night that I can be too proud of... (besides that I met Rob there, so I must have done at least something right that night) For the rest of the shift I was just trying to avoid serving him and not showing how mortified I was.

I also finally made it properly out in Aberdeen! Both on Wednesday and Friday, but the only downside in Wednesday was that my colleague from the Grill was there and it was the first time someone from work saw me drunk outside of work.. On Friday Liisi and I had decided to hook up Ale with someone, so we crashed an Erasmus party in Hillhead(!!), which was so weird as I haven't been there since first year. I was also extremely tired so when we headed to town and Exodus, I decided to stay only for couple of drinks and then get some chips and home to sleep.
The Finns went shopping... Rubber gloves are for Ale.


Next week I'll move in to the library, and will stay there until early June most likely, can't wait...

Thursday, 27 September 2012

Stormy weather.

I have no idea what I've done during the last week, but I do know that I have not spent it home. Since I moved to my new flat I've spent maybe 4 nights in here. I feel like I'm constantly on the move though I have no idea what for. It's probably just the fact I live so close to campus that I might as well spend my time in there. I haven't even seen my friends properly! Meanwhile Aberdeen has had some "mild" storm which hopefully is over by now (I haven't dared to look out from the window after waking up with mild hangover).

This week I did something that I would have never thought that I'd do, I went to tango-dancing class. It wasn't my idea (as most you would have guessed by now), the things you do for your relationship... But it was actually quite a lot of fun (which of course I will deny if someone comes to ask afterwards), though I still don't have any kind of coordination which apparently is quite essential when you're dancing.

Also, two days after my mental breakdown because of losing my job I got an interview and I decided to put on my top gear for it. Yesterday I went there confident and soaking wet (the rain hadn't stopped), only to realise halfway through that the hem of my dress had got up while I had walked and was over my bum, and that there was a huge hole on my tights in the inner thigh. Oh well, they still invited me for work trial on Monday, despite the fact that I looked like a complete tramp. Or maybe because of it? Walking through the whole city in the morning with my ass flashing to everyone was quite an experience as well, I hope at least someone enjoyed the view.

Thursday, 20 September 2012

The beginning of the end.

I will start writing more regularly once the term starts and I desperately need to find ways to procrastinate. I came back to Aberdeen on Saturday and since then I've been seeing friends, been disgustingly cute couple with Rob, chosen my courses for this year (only one politics course, yessssssssss!), slept, had some pints, moved into my new flat, not doing unpacking, etc.

I heard yesterday that I wont be able to go back to my old job on regular basis so I had a little mental meltdown because of that. I sometimes need to feel like shit from this kind of setbacks so I can then move on and not remember them  after a day anymore. Anyway, my old boss has given me two shifts for the next week, but I will still need more regular income, as I'm not ready to become a trophy wife just yet. It just amazed me of how amazing my friends are, as I got so much support from my friends after losing my regular job, I could have never even hoped for so much support! People sent me messages letting me know of every single job opening they came accross or just mental support that at the end of the day I didn't know if I was sad from losing my job or just moved by support I got. I have now applied to couple of places already and I have couple of more places where I will be applying for. And of course when ever they'll need me in my old work I will go for it.

I got a rose!

My room right...
Besides all this, I'm still confused about being back in Aberdeen. To begin with, everyone is so British! It's freaking me out. Outside UK I always think it's just the British caricature you see in the tv, but now I remember that people are actually like that... Also, it's the last year for me here! I have no idea where I'm going to go next year or what I'm going to do. My advisor was luckily very cheerful and I'm feeling good about my courses but it's still scary idea that now it's the last year of Aberdeen uni.

Friday, 14 September 2012

Train thoughts.

I can't remember when was the last time that I used a Finnish train for going to anywhere else but Joensuu after a long day of travelling and then just slept through the whole trip. Now I'm going from Joensuu to Helsinki and fully awake (especially after a Battery, oh how much I love that energy drink) and can enjoy the landscape properly. I always forget how close to lakes the tracks are (especially now that the water is record breaking high) and I just love the Finnish lake landscape. Right now it's such a beautiful sunny day, I'm extremely happy about everything and tomorrow I'll be back to Aberdeen with my man. I've been waiting for this for two months and nothing can stop it from happening (okay, a lot of things can go wrong right now but I don't want to think about it because I'm on too good mood right now).

I even had the easiest final packing today! I didn't even cry! I usually make a huge scene (itkupotkuraivari) when I realise that I have about 10 kilos too much in my luggage. But this time I took a deep breath and rationalised what I really need and want and what I can live without for a year. Okay, I was really frustrated at one point but now it's all too late so I can just focus on being happy about seeing my brother and his fiance tonight, and tomorrow my man :)

I love this song so much, it's my happy day song though I don't completely understand the lyrics. But I will catch up with Spanish this year! Like I will eventually learn how to walk on heels.


I should start counting the time I spend on airports/in air in a year. I used to love airports but now I sincerely hate them so much... Especially Heathrow and I have to spend couple of hours there tomorrow again. Oh well, it'll be worth it.

I should do research for my dissertation now that I have couple of hours to spare. But I'm so amazed of the free wifi on train so we'll see if I manage to do anything productive.

Tuesday, 11 September 2012

Home again.

I came back to Finland last Friday and I've been so tired for the last two weeks that I haven't had the interest to write anything. It's hard to write about my last week in Indonesia, because returning from Bali brought the worst culture shock ever to me. Bekasi seemed like the worst place on Earth, I didn't feel like working or doing anything except waiting for the day when I would go back home. I loved my time in Indonesia, but it was the time for me to go home. I have no idea what to write about now, should I continue with Indonesia (I haven't written about Yogyakarta and I could write more about Bali), but my head is completely empty and if someone wants to hear more about them I'll be happy to write more but otherwise I'll probably forget to write about them.

My hangover pic with the little baby that was waiting for me from Rob for my birthday.

And then a bit bigger baby.
At home I've been mainly sleeping, hugging and kissing my cat, seeing some family and friends and drinking a lot of tea. On Saturday morning I will be flying back to UK for my final year and I just realised that I haven't done anything for my dissertation yet... EEP. Oh well. But luckily my future sister-in-law promised to take me to Helsinki zoo on Friday evening for Kissojen yö <3 class="goog-spellcheck-word" span="span" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% yellow;">

Oh, and I managed to get one year older last week! I'll get back to more regular writing rhythm... eventually.

Thursday, 30 August 2012

Bali

Okay, I have to say that Bali was eventually quite great, especially after we got out of Kuta. I'm too tired to write what we ended up doing there, so here's some pictures to sum up the two weeks in Bali:




















Yup, that's pretty much it... Now back in Bekasi, hopefully to Borobudur this weekend and in a week I'll be back to Soekarno-Hatta airport and start my way back to Finland!

Tuesday, 21 August 2012

"I don't know what Nudie means" "That's fine, I can show you."

Bali.

I must admit, this holiday hasn't been what I was expecting so far. The reason for it is that we've spend all of our time in Kuta and I'm not fan of this place. It's exactly what you'll find in any tourist place filled with young people. There's the beach, shopping places and night clubs. And that's it.I know that Kuta is not BALI and I would probably love the rest of the island, but we havent had the opportunity so far.

So I had to make the most of it, and take the scuba diving course! I've dreamt of getting scuba diving certificate for years, but I never had the money or place where to do it. Finally, I decided to reward myself and got three days Open Water Course, and so far loving it! Scuba diving is exactly what I thought it would be, only cooler! It's so wonderful to hang out with the fish, so far I've seen a baby shark, a baby barracuda, Nemo (no clown fish, Nemo), and those things that look like swimming napkins and if they sting you, you'll die. But it was so cool! Tomorrow we'll go to some shipwreck for a dive and then I get my qualification with which I can scuba dive anywhere in the world. YAY!

Besides, Kuta hasn't been all that bad. We've met great people and had very good time :)

Tuesday, 14 August 2012

Don't worry I'll be fine, the story is just beginning.

No new adventures during last weekend, I went shopping to Jakarta, suffered from a heat stroke, realised that Jakarta really don't like me, so I don't need to like it either. I should have learnt after the sun stroke during first time there. But I got two pairs of sun glasses, which I will be needing starting from tomorrow...

On Sunday I got two pairs of shoes (?!), which surprised me the most as I wasn't looking for buying new shoes, and I got two pairs of sneakers, spend about 5 mins in the store overall and that was it! I almost feel like a woman now. Also, I went to the local mall to get some underwear, and one might find it awkward when the whole store knows your cup size (especially because they didn't have my size..) and your panties size (I'm pretty sure the whole Bekasi might know by now). At least we got a private shopping assistant (about 50 years old man, the only one in the store who spoke English apparently)... Later in the evening we went to the Hard Rock Cafe Jakarta for dinner, where I got to notice that my stomach, which is used to having about 2dl of rice and a tiny piece of chicken leg twice a day and nothing else did not appreciate the huge burger I had. I took it as a final warning from Jakarta, from now on I'll be only going there for the airport.

Anyway, tomorrow by this time I'll be in BALI with a cold drink in my hand, watching the sea and the stars from the furthest that I've ever been from home.


BALIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!!! No, I'm not excited at all.





PS. Why do these people love whipped cream on smoothies? 

Thursday, 9 August 2012

Cimaja beach


Last weekend we headed to the southwest part of Java, to Cimaja beach byt the Indian Ocean, close to Sukabumi. Our mission was to learn how to surf, so we can be pros next week when we go to Bali (yes, we actually have the tickets now. Anyone know any good accommodation close to Kuta?). I don't really know if the place we went to is really popular (because there were so many hotels) or not, because there were absolutely no one on the beaches. We had a Katka's friend teaching us the basics and getting us started, and I can say that surfing is addicting. Unfortunately you realise this about 10 mins before you also realise that it's a proper work out, and your muscles are too tired to keep you going. I can see why surfers tend to have huge upper body from "just" standing on a board.


In one of my first posts (in Finnish) I told that I went to try surfing in Scotland in February (yes, I'm that hardcore). However, it was one time and over 2 years ago, so it wasn't much help. I surprised myself of how easily I has able to stand on the board (not in a professonal way though, I was happy enough to just keep my balance for several seconds), and even made it to beach couple of times! I always thought that I had a horrible balance, but apparently it finally pays off to have massive hips ;) Especially now that I seem to be losing mass from everywhere else. Whenever I'm trying a new thing, I need to go to the max with it, which in surfing resulted in completely skinless knees and huge bruises on my legs and scratched stomach. Did you know that an open, scratched skin and salty Indian Ocean are not the best combination? Who would have thought! Anyway, I decided to ignore it since I was having too much fun. But the shower afterwards was not fun. I had to bite my lip not to scream from pain.
Totally like a pro.

Later on Saturday we went for a swim in some remote pool which water came from a hot spring and it was so relaxing... I was trying to teach one of our "guardians" (IEC always sends couple of people with us to our weekends to look after us) to swim, and almost got him to float! I was so proud of my non-existent teacher skills. After the pool me and Katka performed the classic teenager manouver; "Oh, I'm so tired, gottagotothebednowbye" and sneaked to the hotel bar for couple of beers (muslims don't really appreciate alcohol so it is quite awkward to drink in front of them). Couple of French surfers joined us and soon we heard a bass blasting somewhere near. Before locating it, the hotel owner came to us to invite us to his private party, and since we didn't have anything better to do, we joined them. It wasn't any massive party, owner's friends and family, escorts (why wouldn't you have them in a party?!), beer and karaoke. We had a good time as long as it lasted, and after the party there was some totally unnecessary pushing and pulling to the hotel pool (oh god, THAT and the shower after that hurt on my completely raw legs and stomach). Later that morning it was wonderful to see the real colour of the water, I'm just surprised that I didn't melt or die of what seems to be radioactive waste causing that colour.


On Sunday we went back for a quick surfing session but I decided that I don't want to lose all my skin and just had a morning swim in the Indian Ocean (I can't say this enough, I was on ecstacy for knowing that I was swimming in the INDIAN OCEAN) instead of surfing. On our way back to Bekasi, we had a "small" route change and drove through Bandung to leave our teachers there and visit their shop, as the guy who was my teacher designs and sells clothes to surfers. He promised to make shirts for me and Katka, when we'll see him again in Bali.

Woken up from my nap.