CIAO BELLI, LOOK AT MY TELEFONINO

It's been a whiiiileee!! A long long while and I apologize dearly. I am trying to be a better blogger from now on. Actually I should be studying chemistry but I'm going to fail so what's the point? Anyway, enough with the school talk, let's get some photos up.

People who follow me on other medias (god bless your souls) may remember me freaking out about phone designs a good month and a half ago. Finally after weeks and weeks of waiting, the skins are here! My FCB phone is awesome, isn't it?

I found the photos/edits from tumblr, and added the Cant lyrics afterwards. They turned out pretty great, huh? At least my phone won't get mixed anymore (not that anybody has a Galaxy S Plus anymore, let's be honest).

Also, I have had a little renovating in my room going on this fall! Nothing too big, just bought a new bookcase thingy, so... yeah. I unleashed the interior me and you will see the results on my next post. A sneak peak though

whee! :3

And now to the shoppings of my RHCP gig trip! I thank god I chose to purchase the gig shirt before the gig - when I went to buy another one (at least I tried but then I realized I didn't have enough cash with me, boo) after the gig they were sold out. So I got what I wanted, the official shirt of Finland's gig....

Buuuutttt you know me, one is never enough, so...

I'm a sucker for bracelets smh

I apologize for crappy phone camera quality but I lost (!!!) my memory card and I seriously have no idea where it is, so I had to buy a new one and the original pictures got lost. Sigh. My luck.

I wanted to buy a Vaccines shirt as well but I ran out of cash so ;_; Guess I'll have to buy that later online. But seriously, those guys were on FIRE. I love them so muchhh. I can't wait for the new album!

Besides gig shopping I had to find a local music store - mind you, I get to visit cities this big like once a year so I always make the most of it! - to find the one missing piece of my RHCP album collection, which looks like this nowadays:

I was missing Mother's Milk as the What Hits!? collection kind of has it already but... I had to...

And to support the London guys I also found...

What Did You Expect From The Vaccines?

AND for my liking the book shop also had Me and My Friends book for a bargain (15€!) so I couldn't resist...

Looks so nice besides the Oral/Visual, doesn't it? :3

Also, can you get any blingbling-er than me and my new headphones? I think not.

The ones that made me feel better

Alright, there is no sophisticated way to express all these feelings I'm feeling right now, as I'm unable to form complete sentences, but hey this is me, an emotional mess suffering from a bitch called post-gig depression. How did this happen?

DON'T FUCK WITH MY SHIT!!1

I should have known. We all should have known I couldn't make it till payday. So 10 days back I had topped up my Paypal account in order to buy this beauty I told you about...

So yeah. At first I regretted not staying true to my promise to myself, but after I went to check the status of my delivery, I realized the prices had gotten up for like more than 20 bucks. So let's say I got this as a bargain.

Today it arrived in mail. My first ever fashion brand brand thingy. AN ACTUAL MARC BY MARC JACOBS NECKLACE. I was a tad worried if it's gonna find here all the way from the US but tadah! Perfect little working padlock. To be honest at first I was shocked by the size of it - I knew it was little, but this tiny? REALLY??!

Well my thumb's kind of a big one but anyway. SO CUTE!!! SO TINY!!!!

Of course I had to doll it up on me. So here's a close-up of my boobs, you are very welcome.

I'm finally off to sleep. Ciao bellas, buenanotte!

Getting high? Yeah, runner's high.

A few days ago I went for a walk. It's not unusual, since I try to go for a walk at least 3 times a week, but this time I felt like running. I haven't felt like running in years. That's why it was all new, all confusing, but afterwards I felt so great, just like I used to.

I didn't run for a long, just a couple hundred meters, but a start is a start, right? Those hundred meters were enough to remind me of the summers I spent out in the woods doing orienteering. You know... just running to the direction of the control point according to your compass, following no paths, passing trees left and right, jumping over ditches too wide so you end up in the mud... 

Still, there was nothing quite like the sight of the orange-and-white control point flag behind a rock, over a hill, halfway down a bluff, in a hollow so deep you need to stand on the verge to see it. I don't know. A feeling like that I haven't yet faced. It's not like solving a math problem, it's not like getting a piece of HTML-code right, it's not even like getting an A from your final exam (although it was close, I can tell you). You're out in the woods you usually haven't been to before, all alone, with a map and a compass, trying to get out. Every found flag is a reward. Crossing the finish line is just a plus side.

Running has never been about competing for me. Seriously, if I was all about winning I would have given up orienteering after the first competition when I lost something like... 45 mins to the winner whose time was 15 minutes. I just... enjoyed it. Running. Orienteering. Knowing which way to choose. Knowing you have the strength to run. Not being afraid of anything out there. Eventually I got better and better, until some bitch of a surgery got in a way and basically made me forget all the fun I used to have.

So yeah. I used to do it for kicks. The feeling of being in control. I've never been a track-runner. I hate gyms, treadmills, lifting weights, all that shit. When I work out, I want to see nature. Feel the fresh air. Climb to the highest mountain. I was born in the middle of nowhere. When I get to wilderness I feel like I'm home. I'm afraid if I ever end up living in a city I might suffocate because all the pollution in air, all the people, all the cars and buses and the rush... I'm a child of nature, I was born that way, no can do.

I want the old feeling back. I want to run in the woods with a compass and a map. I've been waiting and waiting for the time I would be ready to do that, but I realize now that a "perfect" time will never come. 

(Pictures all courtesy of WeHeartIt. Click for source.)

I just hate being so busy and without company for the practice. Because just as finding the control point flags, there's nothing like the post-race speculations.

N E E D .

I'm a really impulsive person when it comes to about anything. Especially shopping. So I'm dying here trying not to buy it before my salary's here, but as soon as it arrives, this beauty will be mine:

It's a Marc Jacobs mini-padlock necklace. The padlock says "Don't fuck with my shit" and is actually a working one. The whole thing is rather small (1 3/8 inch. length, so that's about 3.5 cm) but that makes it perfect for a necklace. Gah I'm getting so excited. I just want that necklace to be mine. NOW.

Wow, what did I do, huh?

Nope, that's not a question I ask the morning after a night at the club. Thank god. It's more like, wow, another blog, surprising me. I just wish I could stick with this one a bit longer than with the others I've tried to keep up. Let's not count ridiculous Tumblr here okay. Tumblr is srs bsns.



 as I was saying.

This shall be my place for occasional venting, fangirling, ranting, angsting, photohoaring and getting closer to the meaning of life (which I'm still trying to figure out)(right now it's a tie between Nutella and Red Hot Chili Peppers)(so yes I don't believe in that fancy Hitchhiker's shit). I'll probably write in English, even though Finnish is my native language, as I cannot speak Swedish, French, Spanish, German or Italian that well haha. So yeah. Move along~

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