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" Och ensam in agony the sena / jag beaten with a smäktande waltz. "

Tommy Körberg: "I valsmelodi" (text by Nils Ferlin)

Huhhei, which is a week behind - and next week it will be easier. Exams, essays, God knows what all. Weekend goes to, as you might guess, good old formula. I liked the lazy days today, tomorrow, clean up, pänttään Sweden (literary) history, and I read Ferliniä, I will continue on Sunday literary history and Ferlinin people and I'm trying to make somewhere in between sutaista translation of the heap. Älkääpä be surprised if Tiina-front remains very quiet for the next few days.

Good Lord, what a week this was - and The Week To Come Will not Be Any Easier. Tests, Essays, God knows what. The Therefore, it doesn't surprise Probably YOU TO hear That I am going to spend the weekend in the traditional way: today, I'm guessing it easy, tomorrow, I am going to clean and Swedish study (literature), history and read Ferlin, is Sunday I am going to continue with literature and history Ferlin, and try to fix a translation as well. The point is Thurs That say you shouldn't be too surprised if there Is not going to be too many updates for the next few days.

Nils Ferlin is parhautta. I read through the already existing production (and write essays), now ahmin later. It is the rhythm of the language, the feeling, it's the irony - how come I can not write about? Especially one of the poems, "Trost", "comfort" or "consolation", an emotional impact, so that was probably the way to Stockholm. Lukaiskaapa, then maybe you will understand (or not, but I'm too lazy to translate: D).

Nils Ferlin is the pretty much the most awesome ever Poet. Already I read his older poems (Which is I am going to write my essay), and now I am Going through the newer ones. The rhythm, the language, the Irony, The Feeling - how come I Can not write like that? Especially the poem called 'Consolation', 'comfort' or 'Solace', had a huge effect on me. Read through it and you'll see why - or hadeeth You Will not, but I'm too lazy to it translate. : D


CONSOLATION

I was looking for a brother in a bitter distress
and so heavy wind.
Then klarntes it me that my brother was dead, although the red
his cheek.

What I had more to guard the -?
But the cold strength I had:
, peaceful, safe and slow
I shut the door and left.

(Nils Ferlin.1944. Med många kulörta lyktor. )


I have time for a change in a deplorable condition. Physically. Blah. This is how it always ends the period, still I think to go. Today, early to bed, so I feel like tomorrow.

I'm not doing too well. Physically either. : D Blah. That's how it always goes, though, "when we're Getting Closer to the week off from the university ... Should go to sleep early today, I guess.

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" [T] here's så mange beautiful grund I have være happy "

Natasha Bedingfield: "Happy"

Today is the day of a skirt.
I'm Having a skirt day today (ie I'm wearing a skirt today).

completely vague, unrelated to any information Tiina study on the part of the 103
Completely random things about Tiina's Studies, part # 103

I do not want that brings older Swedish literature course ends. Tuesday morning's killing happened lectures have really been the highlight of the week! Now I have to listen to the 95 percent of Finnish, Swedish. Compulsory academic riikinruotsiannokseni I now once every two weeks.
I do not want the course in older Swedish literature Already TO END. The god-awfully early lectures on Tuesday Mornings Have Been the best (study-related) thing ever! Now I am going to Have to Deal With the Finnish variant of Swedish (EWW). My Obligatory Academic proper dosage of Swedish is going to drop Thurs 1 / 3 of what it was.

Question 1: How do I get
people (lecturers Finnish-Swedish, Swedish guys) to talk to me riikinruotsia (friends, instead of typing)?
Question # 1:
How am I going to get people (the WHO Lecturers speak the Finnish variant, AS well as my Swedish friends) to speak proper Swedish Actually with me (Instead of typing on MSN, as it is with my friends )?

Question 2: Why has Swedish as spoken in Sweden
really sounds so much kivemmalta?
Question # 2: Why does
Swedish Swedish (heh) sound so much nicer?

Question 3: Is the amount of
Shrove buns for lunch, if it is a word in plural form?
Question # 3: Do
semlas count as a lunch if the word is used in the plural form of ITS?

Question 4: How on earth
J lecturer could skipata Nils Ferlinin a recent lecture on almost all, huh?!
Question # 4: How on earth
nudged our lector J skip Nils Ferlin Practically Completely at the lecture, huh?!

morning angst ("Ångest, ångest är min arvedel / min strupes Saar, / mitt hjärtas skri in the World." - Pär Lagerkvist, ie, Mr. Angst), despite This day is, after all, pretty good. I'll go this mussuttamaan pea soup and Shrove buns (and yes, it bends around!). Ni.
Despite all the angsting I did this morning ("Anguish, anguish is my heritage / the wound of my throat / the cry of my heart in the world." - Pär Lagerkvist, aka Mr. Angst), the day has Turned Out To Be quite good, really. The Therefore, I am off to have lunch somethings (Including semlas ). Yeah.

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" Nothing to kill or die for / And no religion too "

John Lennon: "Imagine"

I was in my opinion a good mood today kovinkin stationary train station platform, four tracks in the snow and wind kantamuksineni. Kipitin to get some candy and went to the station to walk through the MP3 player in my ears pauhaten. Came against a woman who said something. Extinguisher player, apologized and asked the woman to repeat. I was invited to Nokia's Mission occasion (five every Sunday) and asked to tell the "other" (I do not know, then, referred to as roomies, or perhaps even occasional oncoming traffic). Customer flashed a smile, thanked, and I tried to continue my journey, when wearing a quilted jacket that forty people wake up a meeting inviting the woman grabbed onto hihastani and hugged me. (No, I defended fists, etc., although that in mind happened. Finland is not part relate to strangers. That is the same as talking in the elevator!) "No Sun have to worry about anything. Susta Lord takes care of," said Aunt halatessaan and then further clarified: "You have sad eyes."

have it on both the job that needed to Nokia's Mission separatelly selected in order to obtain Tiina feel welcome. (Not yet, for some reason, I smiled to myself all the way home.)

Despite this faith is to me at least as much a personal thing, I do not want it to start to thrash out the station the preachers with - be it a parent, Jesus Saves-coat man how sweet time. Modern society Underline tolerance in the degree that I have, at some level difficult to understand street missionary. Everyone is allowed to believe what He will or not to believe, and this choice should be respected. It thinks of Sciences.



I thought I was in quite a good mood "when I was standing at the railway station in snow and wind with my luggage. I ran off to get myself a small bag of candies, and then started making my way through the station Towards home, listening to my MP3 player. A woman Came to me and said something, Which I did not hear Because of the music. I Turned off the player, apologised and asked her what she Thurs repeat just said. She invited me to a meeting of the Nokia Missio (a Finnish charismatic Christian movement) and told me to ask "others" come, too. (What she meant with these "others" I do not know – it might have been my roomies, or then random people I meet. :D) I gave her a little smile, thanked, and tried to continue walking, when she suddenly grabbed me and gave me a hug. (And no, I did not beat her into a bloody pulp. I thought of it, though. You don't touch/hug people you don't know here in Finland! Hell, that's as bad as talking in an elevator!) "You don't need to worry about anything. The Lord takes care of you," she told me as she hugged me, before adding: "You have such sad eyes."

Such a silly little thing, really. It seems to require an attack of a bunch of Christians to make me feel welcome here. (Yeah, for some reason I was grinning the whole way home.)

Still, I consider faith such a personal thing that I do not want to start talking about it to these preachers at the railway station, no matter how adorable (in a twisted way) the old man in his "Jesus Saves!" jacket is. The modern society is all about accepting and acceptance, which makes it hard for me to understand this form of trying to spread the gospel. You are allowed to believe or not to believe in whatever you want, and this choice must be respected. That's how I see it.

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" [J] ag vet jag tables take care of myself / but I'm so used to you to be here "

Lena + Orup: "Nu när du gått"

Tiedättekö, että minä olin tänään minute walking a happy ungodly early morning sun shines University of us-ko-mat-to-man and the bright frost biting my cheeks and nose bright red? Blue Mars University was definitely the small moments in which to remember why it was not really rises out of bed in the morning.

first lecture of the day was still a hurricane interesting (Swedish literature in the late 1800s, Ft. Strindberg): I was laughing quietly to myself and senior lecturer, J: each was a fairly hilarious mood. I found even among a small calendar in a letter from Andersen, which was perhaps the cutest ever. Drinking coffee went okay, your doctor a call also, and even a translation of a lecture / pienryhmähärpäke was normal painless.

And did you know that a liter of bread dough to make, raise, bake, and bake about an hour and twenty minutes, even if it should hassujen blood because the killer nose bleeding in between? Is tested. Thus it Svensson small sacrifice for the greater good (Shrove buns =) reason. : D

shrove buns otherwise (riikin) Swedish: 'en semla ', while the Swedish, Finnish word means the same bun. Finnish Swedish (and apparently also Skånsk) Shrove buns called ' (en) fastlagsbulle ', which means literally Shrove buns. Svensson, we are somewhat ahead of our time and mussutamme pullamme, even though the Pancake Day is not until next week. What can you do? ;)



Erobiisi in Swedish. / / The Swedish idea of a break-up song. : 'D


Do You Know That I was happy for a while today, "when I Walked to the university at an ungodly early hour, felt the frost nipped my cheeks and nose Until They Were red, and saw the sun shine so very bright? My march to the university today was definitely one of Those Little Moments That Make getting out of the bed worth all the crap you encounter.

The first lecture of the day was great fun, too. So, I spent the morning listening to what Swedish literature was like towards the end of the 19th century (ft. Strindberg). Besides, the lecturer was in adorably cheery mood, plus I found a little letter from the Duckie in between my calendar, which totally made my morning. Drinking coffee with my friends was fun (as always), everything was quite well when I called the doctor, and I even sort of enjoyed the (Finnish-Swedish) translation lecture/tutorial/whatever.

Oh, and did you know that you can make a litre of bun dough, let the yeast do its magic, and bake it in an hour and twenty minutes, even if you get a killer nosebleed while baking? Been there, done that. See how we little wannabe-Swedes are ready to offer ourselves for greater good (i.e. yummy buns)? :D

Did you know that this particular type of bun that we Scandinavians associate with Lent is called '(en) semla' in standard (Swedish) Swedish, while the same word actually means 'a roll' in the Finnish variant of Swedish (i.e. Finland Swedish). In it, as well as in some of the dialects in southern Sweden, this pastry is called 'fastlagsbulle', and we Finns have translated and stolen borrowed the word into our language. Of course, you usually eat “semlas” on Shrove Tuesday, but we wannabe-Swedes seem to be a bit ahead of our time. ;)

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" Oh just to pray with you / is Having The Best Day of My Life "

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Valentine's Day. Tiina does not like. Tiina repulse all the cute pink-Goof-wöpöily in milk trade tarjousruusunippuja buy men (ARGH!), text messages from people, which hears only at Christmas, Midsummer and on Valentine's Day, and all the other days of futility. I, I just can not stand this day.

Yeah, yeah, I know. I'm a cynical jerk who wants to spoil the joy of others. I am a little ignoramus, who were traumatized by SMS filed the coming Valentine's Day on the eve of high school. (It's like my first real boyfriend, you know.) I'm egocentric Urpo, who avenge their interpersonal situation by writing the most romantic day of such a text.

Hähää, what can you do?

You see, my dear friends, I think it is utterly extent, in any form whatsoever to think that friends are worth remembering only one day a year. You will understand that sicken me to the thought to get a man flowers just because they are at a convenience store offer Valentine's Day honor. Valentine's Day we went then to consider the friendship through the (Finnish atmosphere) or through love (American atmosphere), it is basically a ridiculous idea. I do not know about you, but I at least would like to receive text messages today, piling puolituntemattomilta people with whom I have not been involved, then the end of elementary school. I do not want to sit all evening watching the romantic sitcom and who knows what the Hollywood nonsense on TV, although I am alone. I have enough to get you familiar with this love that I know it's very much a creation of Hollywood and fairy tale. Ni.

Someone sometime somewhere (Note: an academic referencing system and an information reliable sources, and great lähdekritisointivalmiudet) said that every day should be Valentine's Day. I agree. That is why I want to start here and now, literally ystävänpäivävastaliikeen ! (And seriously I'm still not that I would plunge to set up a group up.: D) I have an LJ buddy's 35 mutual friends, blog list side to the whole two subscribers ('D), and I know something else to read my blog. So I guess to find 12 volunteers when I promise to write (and sends : D) a letter from Valentine's Day greeting to one friend each month 14 Valentine's Day to the next until . Hihkaiskaapa kommenttilootaan there (preferably with the name, if kommentoitte LJ's from the outside), if you want to receive mail from crazy Scandinavian philologist, and remember that I cry myself to sleep if I do not get 12 volunteers a couple of days. ;)


be honest, it is indeed forced to admit that I myself have planned for this day a little cleaning up, some school stuff and a lot of the quality of interpersonal drama, the BBC's "Pride and Prejudice" form. Includes a chocolate ice cream and whipped cream. Pitäähän the cynical Tiinojenkin even trying to convince himself that whatever can be found in it's own Mr. Darcy. ;)

In other words, therefore, happy Valentine's day to all of you wonderful people! I do not really remember to say it often enough, but you're just the best. ♥



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Valentine's Day. Tiina does not like. Tiina is disgusted by all this pink cuteness, men buying cheap roses at the groceries (ARGH!), text messages from people you have absolutely no contact with, and all Such nonsense That Seems To Come Along with the 14th of February. I quite simply cannot stand this day.

Yes, yes, I know. I am a cynical idiot who wants to spoil the fun for everyone. I am a little jerk who was traumatised by her very first boyfriend dumping her with a text message on the Valentine's Day's Eve. I am an egocentric bugger who revenges her messy relationship status by writing this kind of text on the most romantic day of the year.

... What are you going to do about it?

You see, my dear friends, I find the idea of remembering your loved ones – whether it be your friends or your significant other – just one day of a year quite horrible. I would never accept a bunch of roses from a guy just because he feels like he MUST buy them because it is Valentine's Day. I don't know about you guys, but personally, I do not wish to get a million text messages from half-strangers today. I do not wish to get salt rubbed in my wounds by the television airing godawful romantic comedies and whatnot. I have researched this love thing enough to know that it is mostly a Hollywood creation, a fairy tale. Just so you know.

I once heard someone say somewhere (notice the über-academic attitude, as well as the reliable sources and the incredible source criticism of a person studying information studies) that every day is supposed to be Valentine's Day. I full-heartedly agree. And this is why I intend to start an anti-Valentine's day movement , right here and now. I have enough readers so that I should get twelve volunteers, when I promise to write a letter, a valentine of a kind, to a friend on the 14th of each month until the next Valentine's Day. Leave a comment, in case you want a weird little letter from a weird little Tiina, and do remember, that I am going to start crying, if I don't get the twelve volunteers within a few days.


And to be perfectly honest, I have to admit, that I am going to spend the evening by watching BBC's "Pride and Prejudice" with a bowl of chocolate ice cream and lots of whipped cream. Even the cynical Tiinas need to try to make themselves to believe that there is a Mr. Darcy out there for them, too.

To put it another way, I wish you all a happy Valentine's Day! I should tell it more often, But Truly you guys are the best. ♥

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" [M] assa second tired old cliches / As says everything and nothing "

Markoolio & Linda Bengtzing "flail Schlager"

Oh, this is again these days, when there is so much of what should be done, but soon woke up this morning to know that time will not receive anything. The same is true to some extent blogaamiseenkin: made a mistake in fact take a look at the quality of media news production Ilta-Sanomat, Iltalehti, Express Up, Aftonbladet and The Sun's website and I was able to form as usual, provosoitumaan several articles so that now I do not really know where it should open.

Hah, Because I know. But if I had not come across this article, rounded to one of Sweden's Eurovision qualifying tournament, the German honor killings and penkkarikulttuurin intermediate terrain than does each vipperä. You may still be a sense of what I was trying to say. Lukaiskaapa through an article in this mid Finnish or English . Swedish yellow journalism does not yet appear to have had time to wake up. I recommend the English language.

Not yet, I do not have children of qualifying children is not much to say. I myself have suffered from some degree of baby fever around riparista from, but I did last year with the exception of not having children have been in any way a topical theme - and a dozen of the most recent month ajankin issue has been intermittent vauvakuumeilusta, not for anything less permanent state of affairs. I am not in any way prepared to parent, a mother, yet nearly 22-year-old either, although äidinäidilläni was at this age for a couple, three girls. O tempore, o Mores , or how to do it again went to either.

What should young parents, this is surely a very, very individual matter. I - hrmh - I know very well one girl, who started at age 16 expect children to much older man to his friend. Today, the child lives with his father, but contacts with the mother is busy. One of the closest friends was the firstborn, a beautiful girl child, the age of 17. Pikku Kakkonen was born 11 months later and the brother next year equally months after the parents had to reach students. After a few years after the break sisarussarja increased again last fall with another brother. Both the above cases are excellent mothers, certainly at least as good if not better than the first-born subsequently been women. Not on maternity, paternity, parenthood involve age. To grow up.

this point I would say briefly that I do not like abortion as an option. If you are old enough to have sex, you should be old enough to understand the risk (the totally reliable contraceptive method does not exist) and to take responsibility for possible sanctions. The world is obviously not black and white, nothing is absolute evil or good. What about rape victims, the risk of pregnancy, where both the mother and the child's life is threatened, and so forth? Case by case basis, therefore, in principle, but I have put abortion. Eläkääpä with it, though. Yeah, me too Coffee. : D

Is the 13-year old pojankloppi (great piece of news, have you?) Then willing to bear the responsibility? Hardly. But the company miehenalulta at least not interfere. Perhaps the ten pound a week even money there will be a small increase. Is the 12-year-old is no reason to have sex? Not in my opinion. Hardly many else believes. (Imagine this opening yliseksuaalisesta modern society and the media, which small children are exposed to light, Lalala.)

fool the world. When I was young, everything was better. HA!


In addition to this, but to suffer in any way to join again garish Sweden sad. Anyone remember if I had REALLY a reason why jumitan in Finland? You could even tell me because I have again forgotten, and I'm pretty likellä apartment listings to browse for the start. Should, for once, for once, , take, tear and fade? Year of the University of intermediate, transitional year for everything else, life in Finland? I'd even go to work somewhere.

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Blah, this is one of Those days again, when you have so very much to do, yet the moment you open your eyes in the morning, you know that you are not going to get anything done. It goes for blogging, too. I made the classical mistake of checking out what the quality press has to offer for me in the forms of the websites of Ilta-Sanomat, Iltalehti, Expressen, Aftonbladet, and The Sun, and as always, I managed to be provoked by a few articles to the extent of not really knowing what to rant about.

Hah, I do know what I want to rant about. But had I not read this article, I would still be running back and forth between the Swedes trying to decide who to send to the ESC in Moscow, the honour killings in Germany or the Finnish Abiturs’ carnival culture. But that is not the point. This is your change to read the article at here – it is in English, so you cannot use that as an excuse. :D

Not that I would have too much to say about babies having babies. I have wanted a baby since I was about fifteen years old, but I have not considered it something that I should take care of right now. Sure, especially during the past year or so, I have thought about it a lot, but I am by no means ready to be a mum at the age of (almost) 22, even if my maternal grandmother already had two, three daughters by this age. O tempora, o mores , and so forth.

Whether a young person is a good parent or not, depends a whole lot on their personality. I – well – know extremely well a girl, who got pregnant at the ripe age of 16 with the child of a man who was almost twice her age back then. Nowadays, the child lives with the father, but is in a close connection with the mother as well. One of my closest friends, in her turn, had her first child, a beautiful little girl, when she was 17. The second girl was born eleven months later, the little brother the following year, a month after the parents had graduated from high school. After a couple of years' break, there was another little boy born into the family last autumn. Both the women I mentioned are amazing mothers, at least as good (if not even better) mums as those who have their first child ten years later. Motherhood, fatherhood, parenthood has nothing to do with age. It is something you grow up to.

At this point, I want to mention briefly that I do not think of abortion as an option. If you consider yourself old enough to have sex, then you should consider yourself old enough to know the risks and bear the possible consequences. Of course, world is not black and white, but in most cases, I am definitely pro-life. Even if that means being anti-choice. Live with it. That's what I do. :D

Is a 13-year-old chap (see, back to the article) ready to be a father, to bear the responsibility? I do doubt that. At least Alfie tries his best. 10 quid can be a lot, too, after all. But do 12-year-olds have a reason to have sex? No. I cannot come up with any. I doubt you can do that either. (Insert a vent about the overly-sexualised modern society and media to which our children are exposed to since they are born here. Lalala.)

Stupid world. When I was at that age, everything was better. HA!


On top of all this, yet having nothing to do with it, I miss Sweden so. very. much. Does anyone remember if I have a REAL reason why I am stuck in Finland? You might as well tell me if you remember it, because I have forgotten it (once again), and I am THIS close to starting to go through apartment ads. Should I take this up and actually go, just for this moment's sake? Take a year off my studies, take a year off my life in Finland? I could try to find a job or something.

What am I supposed to do in order to be able to see the Melodifestivalen competition live Instead of having "Thurs wait for someone to upload everything Thurs YouTube?

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"Danger! Watch your step now, stranger! "

"Från New York Till Stillwater" from "Kristina från Duvemåla"

This survey-meme-mikälie also found wanhasta LiveJournal, but I never (riimi!) have managed to respond to either me lodged in writing to the challenge / request. I thought I'd now be taken back injury and to provide Just get on again when some new The reader can be found. : D

Had this quiz, meme, whatever in my olde LJ, too, although I never got the chance Thurs write about either of the requests I was left. Now that I have more time and a few new readers, I thought Could I try this again and ask again. Here we go. : D

Old Theme proposals are implemented top of the list. Comments hidden, the list of requested topics appear at the bottom of an entry in line if / when they come up.

I am going to start with the old suggestions. Comments are screened, I shall list the topics you have Given me at the end of the entry, as I get Them (or if I get Them: D).


Everyone has things They blog about. Everyone has things They do not blog about. Challenge me out of my comfort zone by telling me something I do not blog about, But you'd like to hear about, and I'll write a post about it. Ask for anything: latest movie Watched, Last book read, Political leanings, thoughts are yaoi, favorite type of underwear, Life Experiences etc. Repost in your own journal so That We Can all Learn more about Each Other.



1 Junior high school times. / / Junior High School.
2 Children's literature: what books I own, which I received them, whom they read, what I'm going to eventually read the books to my children? / / Children's Literature: Which books do I own? Where have I gotten from Them? Whom do I read Them to? What kind of books I am going to read for my own children?
3 Charity. / / Charity.


Then there's also this, which you might remember. Alan snap pictures tomorrow and Disconnect both here in the internet world of wonder normitekstieni involved. Additional suggestions will continue to receive, but I want to point out that naamallisia pictures of myself I will not be published publicly. Requested items are also listed on the Cut, below.

Then there was this another one. I am going to start Taking the photos tomorrow, and post-Them along my normal entries. I am still willing Thurs accept more suggestions, Even if I want to point out That I am Not Going to post Any photos of myself in public. The Things That You've Already asked me to photograph are under the second cut.


Think of 3 photos Would you like to see. Things in my home or Anything else I can take a picture of. Once I've Taken All the pictures, I'm going to do an entry with all the photos I'm guessing.



sanjam
1 Directly in front of my face. / / My Face.
2 Victims' homes. / / The Hallway.
3 Room. / / My room.

emiiiilia
1 Bookshelf. / / My Bookshelf.
2 Favourite place in college. / / My favorite place at the university.
3 Suosikkivaatteeni (on me). / / My favorite clothes (we are).

love box
1 What wakes me up in the morning. / / The Thing That can I customize my Me Up In The Mornings.
2 What helps to fall asleep at night. / / The Thing That helps me fall asleep in the evenings.
3 What is most in need of cleaning. / / Something That I Really, Really Should clean.

an_na_g
1 Someone, and I am really proud of. / / Something I am really proud of.
2 Something like what I'm good. / / Something I am really good at.
3 Something that you could not live without. / / Something I could not live without.

Anders (skaffa dej ETT LJ konto för fans skull)
1 Favourite place in my room. / / My favorite place in my room.
2 What I would like to change my room. / / What I would like to change in my room.
3 Something secret. / / Something secret.

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" My Father is my comfort / [and] stands by my side / when the pain is greatest "

Sonja Aldén & Uno Svenningsson: "I Guds händer"

this morning rushed - once again behind schedule - the home port on the sidewalk, trying at the same time to get an MP3 player on top of a school bag closed, a mobile phone to silent, earphones your ears and turn to the University general the direction of a mirror bright on the ice without breaking too many limbs, or interest on the shoe. Surprisingly, the number of years I managed this morning that may prove impossible task and started to put the boots in front of the ehtiäkseni to pour a cup of coffee in a creepy voice per machine before addressing the most academic bullshit other domestic articles, which I was too tired to read properly. To my surprise, ear, jumped nearly worn out listening to, although not excellent good song an incredibly beautiful and touching point, which I had never seen before, or at least not given the matter any attention, proclaiming that anyone who stands beside me myös silloin, kun tuska on suurin.

This morning, I rushed out of the gate to the sidewalk, late as always, trying to turn my MP3-player on, zip up my school bag, get my cell phone to work, put the headphones into my ears, while trying to turn to the general direction of the university without tripping on the crystal clear ice and breaking a limb or a heel. Surprisingly, I succeeded in this task, which I had thought to be impossible, judging by my experiences from the previous mornings, and therefore started to accelerate my pace in order to find myself a cup of coffee of some kind before starting to talk complete and utter yet academic BS about an article that I had not had time to read that well. Suddenly, my attention was caught by a line in a song That I had Listened to for a Billion Times Already. A Beautiful and Touching That line I had never before Noticed, telling me That someone stands by my side Even When The pain is at the very worst of ITS.

Today's morning rush hour walked one sleepy Scandinavian philologist pöhkösti smile.

Today, there was a sleepy Tiina walking in the morning rush with a weird little smile is her face.



My faith comes and goes. Sometimes I like even the best over-aged young congregation, and sometimes I might cut the home and the University of matter for weeks, without sacrificing a single idea of any of the world outside. Adversity confirm the time, I sign my own experience completely cliché about how the upstairs master pulls closer to the Christians themselves, through times of trial. Still, every time something horrible happens (and this would be the best kamaluustrendin end soon, thanks!), Always take a little longer, that I can find something that tempaisee me back to gospel music gear.

My Faith Comes and Goes. At times, I am a Conservative Christian propriety, while at times, it takes weeks of CAN Running Between home and the University Without Me Giving a single thought Thurs anything outside this world. Ships TEND Hard To Make A Stronger on my faith, in Their Time. I really do Believe That the Big Boss draws U.S. TO HIM through making us Suffer. Yet, everytime something goes wrong (and this trend of wrong-going HAD better end soon, thankyouverymuch!), It takes a bit longer before I find something That brings my faith back.

Benny's death comes a month on Saturday. (It can not be. O_o;) Not looking for any visual or any other finding or in any religious faith comparable to the feeling, if not taken into account kuumeharhoja. (And they not be ignored.) Not before that date. I will not say hommien upstairs in the direction far from klaarit. I would prefer to say, was a tad more balanced than a day back. In the right direction is still going.

It Is Going To Be Exactly a month since Benny's death on Saturday. (Good God. It Can not Be! O_o;) I've HAD Not Any kind of a sign of my faith or Any sort of a Religious or Religious-like feeling since That, unless you count "some fever dreams. (And you most Certainly do NOT.) Not Until today. I would say Not That I am anywhere near done with The Office Upstairs. Rather I would say That I am a bit more balanced than I was twenty-four hours ago. We are heading for the right direction, definitely.


"Yes, I once
my way I started, so i walk
:
barefoot.

open wounds
deep in these
gaping
heels:

knuckles
who remained stone
niist 'is
trace of blood.

-
But as I began the journey, I will also
:
barefoot.

Even when agony

deepest gash, virkan:
- It's okay.

-
starlets done for you,
destiny,
not mine. "

Uuno Kailas:" Barefoot ". Poems, 1932.

Above The poem is one of a Finnish Poet Called Uuno Kailas. The title of it is' with bare feet' in English. I am by no means a translator, but I can give you a kind of a translation. I am not even going to try to make it look like a poem, though, alright? So, here we go. "As I once started my journey, thus walk, with bare feet. I have deep, open wounds in my heels, and they have left a drop of blood on every stone. Yet, as I started my journey, thus shall I finish it, with bare feet. Even then when the worst pain cuts me, I say, 'This is how it shall be. Let Thy will be done, my Fate, instead of mine.'"

Import Vespa From Vietnam

" We saw you lose your faith We can not wait for your case, "

Sahara Hotnights: "We're Not Going Down"

Englanti, tuo julma, moderni lingua franca , joka ei ole logiikkaa nähnytkään, miksi, oh why, do painfully / up to par Sunday to even more painful? Morphology does not interest me, I do not want to think about what portmanteau morph is the basis on which ' my ' and 'mine ' möllöttivät complementary distributions in the cone, let alone how to Tok Pisinin morphology differs from the English morphology. Me, Look, I'd even prefer to Swedish translation, and it has a lot of it. Indeed, I do not know about the many things that have translated into even more disgusting.

O, English, thou cruel, modern lingua franca, the WHO, hast never heard of logic! Why, oh why, dost thou make my Sunday even more painful than it already was? I am not interested in thy morphology, I wish not to thought about what makes a portmanteau morph into a portmanteau morph, I do not care what determined use of the forms 'my' and 'mine' when they still were in a complementary distribution, let alone how Tok Pisin differs from English morphologically. I would actually rather work on my translation (into Swedish), and that is something. After all, I know but a few things that I hate more than translating.

Men gode Gud i himmelen va' en liten mänska kan va sjuk! I natt hade jag bara ganska lite feber, men idag har det väl varit dubbelt värre. Jag fortsatte med att läsa på Utvandrarna sometime around noon. Next time I did something on this world was at three over, and I still read the same page. : D Can you blame stuff on a UFO or something similar? Even if it says something about Kristina mirrored on the cheek on one? ... I'm not sick for real, you guys. I have just a little fever. Sure, I can go to university tomorrow, do not you believe it?

And Good God in Heaven, Can one really ask this ill?! Last night I went to bed with just a bit of fever, But today, it Has Been doubles as bath. The Continued reading the book I Have Been Reading at noon-ish. The Next Time I Came to, it was past three o'clock, and I was still reading The Same Page. : D Can one blame That kind of things on UFOs or Ch? Even if others Can Read about Kristina in mirror writing on one's cheek? ... Yet, I am not ill! You hear that? I Have A great bit of fever. I Can go to university tomorrow, right?

Fever dreams - but you know what kind they used to be. 'Confusing' is the best word, I think. I will probably wrong, my vocabulary is hardly anything noticeable in this added language. : 'D' Chaotic 'should also work. But yeah, you know what I'm saying, right? You know what I was dreaming about today when I - uh - studied very extensively later today (see above)? Ord. Text. Language. It was a nightmare, actually. I had a text in front of me, in English, I think, but I could not understand the words, they just flew here and there and I could not arrest them. And it was awful.

Fever Dreams - I'm sure you know what They Are like. 'Chaotic' Should work quite well When You Try To Describe Them. Can you guess what I dreamt of today During my - uh - study session? Words. Text. Languages. It was a nightmare, really. I had a text right in front of me - I think it was in English - But I Could not Understand the words, Do They Flew away from me, here and there, and I Could not GRasp Them. That was horrible, really.

A teacher of mine told me some time on his old friend who had Alzheimer's, and still wrote diary. It was not before his friend died when they were told that he no longer could have written a few years ago. There is nothing I dread so much, that I ever in my life forget how written language works. I learned to read when I was four years, and since then I have written and read as much as I could. I lose this knowledge, I have absolutely nothing left of the real me.

A teacher of mine once told me about her old friend WHO Law had Alzheimer's, But Still Kept writing his diary. It was Not Until after his death They realised they had occurred Been Unable to write for years Already. That is something I am afraid of, forgetting how the Written Language Works. I was four years old "when I Learnt to read, and since then, I've Always Been reading and writing as much as I can. If I lose this Ability, I have absolutely nothing left of my true self.

Not much else to say about this item. I think I'll spend the rest of the evening, and a blanket over the laptop and tap värjötellen Swedish (i) the translation. Rent and a couple of laskuakin should pay (due dates went for an eternity, one and a half ago), but perhaps postpone the market tomorrow with the duties of English morphology. Yeah, so I do. Not mine this weekend, then have to do anything other than the choir kyylätä war and tap the translation. Jo, så kör vi. And tomorrow, the university, if you just get out of bed in the morning. I is not sick any more holidays, too tired.

Do not really have much else write Thurs. I think I am going to spend the rest of the day under a blanket and the laptop, working on the translation. Should I pay the rent and a few bills, too, But I can do that tomorrow morning. The Same goes for the assignments on the English morphology. Yeah. That's how I roll. Just telly and translation for the rest of the day. And tomorrow, I shall go to the uni, if only I can get myself up from the bed. No more sick leave days for me.

Hävittiinkö me muuten hurreille jääkiekossa, hä?