Persuasive Essay Surveillance Cameras

"I want to walk out in the sun / But Lately that's Been Very Hard To Do"

Roxette "A Thing About You"

Let me know of an awful nice (and cute), the son of a particle kajahtanut it strictly in a positive way, you know. It is so nice, listen to the boy that it is always cute and funny and nice puhelee tells stories. And it's no whining (at least not yet) and ilkeile. Quite nice yes it is a boy, yes.

Today was the first day when I felt really sick. Of course, it does not become recognized as the mother on the phone, I said something just a headache. Mothers are so very anxious sort, that they would not really say too cheapskate all of it. I've slept in the last days of the approximately 18 hours, and most of their waking hours have elapsed since the end of crack and / or otherwise surkeillessa. Maybe it's here, now, fortunately, remain at least lääkkeetkin already inside.

Monday barber trip a little nervous. This big change I do not think I ever make one barber visit. I know now that domestic violence may be a stroke when Mongin Pori next time. I need to plasticizer slightly in advance for your photographs. Not yet, my head case I will make decisions, but still. Fortunately, life is still bigger problems than hair design and color. ... Or is it?

Since the end of March has been a full winter outdoors? There should be a spring, for God's sake! When I naively thought that I could uncork t-shirt the season April Fool's Day when presenting research plans, but it is not in the show. Who may whine about this? I tykkäisin so that at least some part of my life to be predictable, I guess, and controlled. Although then just those small, unnecessary details.

love of my life is currently on Spotify. ♥

Indian Ladies In Sarees Boobs

"Come out here and live before you die"

Tomas Andersson Wij: "Oroshjärta"

I decided to start blogging today unilingually. Me to know / feel sure you are aware of how much I hate the translation (and English language), and now I realized myself that I really have no sense in torturing myself, just for laughs turning. It does not, listen to it any more fun change. : D I made a nice little snippet of text for non-Finnish speakers, which I explained the situation briefly, and I directed heippasin engelsmannit hurrit read kraschlandning -journal with a little justification. Sounds bad to go to marvel at the full text of the errors of the two national, if interested. Anyhow, I think that will now be updated to a slightly more (publicly) when you do not have to worry about on that enklanninkielen revolve.

Briefly, therefore, be told here, what Tuesday has happened since then. (Tuesdays Speaking of which, thanks to all for encouragement, etc. comments. Important & lovely you are. ♥) On Wednesday, I was this morning at the University for research in planning (from tapping more will certainly be this weekend, because kandintutkielmatutkimukseni interests you sure you really that much: P), the evening took the first LotR- an extended version of the movie people. The club was excellent, you is not jealous. Karkkiakin left over!



Yesterday we Tampere University of Swedish students sitsasimme Hollywood-Meiningen. In other words, the calendar was raapustettu eloquent combination of words: "Svensson leffasitsit". In those days later, the memories are starting to be a little flimsy, though I sitsijuomia much enjoyed nothing crazy at all. Despite this, I remember for example. siideritölkistä forecasting, letkajenkan dancing, "I Do not Feel Like Dancing" the pace of discovery of the true nature of Snow White and many other things that happen the way and only company Svensson (And this makes us the best material of the universe the club).

Today Swedish oral exercises, class had some strange (see above) is therefore a very subdued crowd, which was driving up to a group a teacher to point out that we are so energetic bunch, not really at all. (Although, after sitsiselityksen guy was very understanding.) After the lecture I went to lunch and headed by the then stop by Taysilla. Uncle doctor and nurse aunts (sooo cliche was gender?) Investigate the situation and loaf kynivät beautiful hairdo just dreadful. Hairstyle further examine the fate of tomorrow, if and when the butter a little better.

That's it then. Weekend program for survival, hip, and pulling it jävla research plan. We'll get there yet! But tell me, please, oh wise, where is spring? Next week we go to the calendar for the April side, but the outdoors is still just as cold (if not colder!) Than in January.

Tomas Andersson Wij warms further.

Mac Nc20 Revlon Colorstay

"Stop believing in those who say that there must be a struggle"

Tomas Andersson Wij: "Res dig upp och gaa"

I popped in here (for example) talking to you (for example) with a doctor's uncle (etc.), terrible migraines. Uncle doctor sent me photos way (and it was the sort of fashion photographers, and Listen!) And final results still awaited. Although the doctor's uncle own, a conservative estimate of my head there was something more than just a blonde vacuum. Very calm and tried to say that they are now waiting for final results, and so, but that you might expect that a nice thing to say about anything. To convince me of the usefulness of positive thinking (note the irony), the same doctor's uncle wrote me a note, I got a pharmacy tädiltä dexamethasone mömmöjä names with a list of side effect was quite interesting. (Take the self-evident what they are used, I refuse saying they are scary words. Physicians denied panic, even though the number of medications should.)

It frightened I myself and the player on Monday kinda time. Dysfunctional pääparkaani needles and knives end of the week, so they pitäähän klohmimisvahingot somehow someone to hide. I thought at the same time to put your scalp to suffer and drag the loaf colors reversed - ie, let the surface of the internal blondini. Telephone my estimate was pretty crazy, but kerrankos it just goes bankrupt, eller?

If it is, that I was frightened not tell yet the gravity of any story, it probably says something, at least, that this entry is public. It also means that the comments should be covered. Maybe panic in vain, maybe this is just a false alarm, but the doctor did not positiivisuudenvalamisyrityksistään despite not seem very skeptical about what comes pikadiagnoosiin.

translation was a bit painful hour. I went through in those criticized käännöstäni with the teacher, and I did not in any way askarrellessani hohtanut. : D Kolmonen the flop, but the errors were so stupid that kiitosmoi. I was too tired even to tear the joy that the ear, the language was said to be strong, because the next phrase aunt began to advise me in Swedish imperative formation.

helevattia So what? How stupid people like me?!

Well jooh. Rest of the evening program, quick cleaning of the movie tomorrow night with a view to funding the summer opiskelurepäisyn pondering, ie, coil-link and the text jungle of getting lost, sitsiasun planning and so forth. Time to worry about it later, huh?



I Went To Have a nice (ha) little chat with my Mr. Doctor Sir concerning my god-awful migraines. He sent me to have my poor ol' head examined, and I'm still waiting for the final results. However, according to the diagnosis of Mr. Doctor Sir, there actually IS something in my head, other than the blonde vacuum that he was expecting to see. Of course, he tried to talk me to calm down, not to panic, but while doing so, he wrote me a prescription to something called Dexamethasone. (If you don't know what it's used for, google it. The Finns are going to have to do it, too.) See, I told you optimism is totally useless.

This freaked me out so much that I called to a barber, and next week, I am going to have my hair cut and dyed. I was thinking about letting my true colours show, even if that means that it's going to hurt like hell. So, this time next week, I am going to be a blonde. Bwahah! It's going to cost WAY too much, but hey, why should I care now? :D

If you don't get the seriousness of the situation from reading that I actually freaked out, maybe the fact that this entry is public tells something. The comments are screened just because of that. Maybe I am panicking for no reason, but frankly, I do doubt that. Mr Doctor Sir did not seem to doubt when he gave me his little diagnosis.



So, as you might guess, the translation lecture wasn't really that much fun. I went through an old-ish translation with the teacher, and it (the translation, that is) seriously sucked. I got 3 (out of 5) and a little compliment on my confidence when it comes to using Swedish, but it didn't help that much, as she began explaining me how to form the imperative verb form in Swedish in her next sentence.

Seriously, what the fuck? How stupid does she think I am?!

... Yeah. I am going to spend the rest of the evening cleaning my room (for tomorrow's film evening), working on financing my studies (and such) next summer (i.e. getting lost in the jungle of text and links on the KELA website), planning my outfit for the student party on Thursday and so forth. I'll think about cancers and such later on.

Bioshock Masquerade Masks

"I have every out there, but always turned back "

Tomas Andersson Wij: "Hälsingland"

Olin viikonlopun Pori, Finland. I decided to see old - hrmh - friends. So I guess it could be Politically Correct way to express. I got the nut might be some modicum of order in relation to stories, but I do not so much that they would like to begin this process, at least not publicly. However, even if it says that my text in a recent (read it know full well what I speak) was towards the end of increasingly sound Absolut Citron, general v * Tutus and similar naiseläjän thinking capacity factors.

I also went to see my grandparents, which is always the top. I got naminamikahvia and grandmothers made sandwiches (omsnoms!), a lot of stuff to be heard and, ultimately, Taatan old Swedish grammar and a Finnish-Swedish dictionary for examination. \u0026lt;3 First of all, said kähvelsin a loan, but Knut Cannelinin kantensa lost brick (3rd edition, 1921) was such a bad shape, so I did not bother to take with me, even if the latin word search books borrowed from the verb should charming lyric principle. (Nykysanakirjoissahan verbs sought ykkösinfinitiivimuodon ie. A-infinitive, whereas Cannelinin book comes the Latin dictionary to find the verb first-person grammatical unit. Ts. Modern dictionary sought the verb 'rain', while Cannelinin book of the same word translation can be found under 'one hundred'.) Grammar I thought I'd browse through this with the idea of the week. Taatan father's old books in English (American legacy of the trip) were still waiting for their turn to research. Perhaps, then Easter.

Next week program kandintutkielman forskningsplanin , research plan and wringing fiksaamista. Finally chosen as the theme changes the text of the prose text (Vilhelm Moberg Utvandrarna -books) becomes more lyrical form, singing words ("Kristina från Duvemåla"). Pretty accurate I have yet to produce molded nor do I decided to concentrate on the songs: a musical, however, now take it for a couple, three hours is also a CD version, so I really lusmuta and grab two or three songs, which practically write. Similarly, the question mark is whether Moberg Do I read all four novels, or Do I just say a couple of them first (which of course would also affect the choice of song).

At the moment I think I end up then the two longer pieces (one of which is "Min lust till dig," one could be the musical end, "I bevar Gott") and All four novels. I guess the fact that I do not really succeed in finding the subject of previous research, which I could just directly take advantage of, so I need all possible support material in their own thoughts. Let's check this week to cope. : D presentation of the research plan is just in time for April Fool's Day, so if you're not going the way I want, I can throw lecturers and group sillinpaloilla and kuravedellä and then escape from the wrong cup of coffee, laughing.

I am in love with Tomas Andersson Wij'n music. So other than the songs ("Vi är så mycket mer värdā"), which kuuntelin luupilla koko torstai-illan (ja joka nyt on kännykässäni soittoäänenä). Tältä mieheltäkö tämän kevään soundtrack?




I spent the weekend at my parents' on the coast, and ended up meeting some old... friends, I guess. Yeah, that must be the politically correct way of saying it. I managed to organise my thoughts concerning a few things, but not enough to start writing about it now (at least in public). Let's just say that those of you who read one of my previous texts (you know which one if you've read it) should know that towards the end of it, it was more and more Absolut Citron, general pissed off-ness and such things, that affect the brain of a poor little Tiina, that was talking.

I visited my grandparents, too, which is always great. I got to drink yumyum-coffee and eat sandwiches made by my granny. I also heard a bunch of stories about the good old times (heh), and in the end, I got to see my grandpa's old Swedish grammar and Finnish-Swedish dictionary. <3 I borrowed the first one, but the poor old dictionary (made by Knut Cannelin, printed in 1921) was in such a bad (rotten) shape that I didn't dare to take it with me. Although I really have to admit that I fell in love with it and its all little old details. (The verbs were categorised in a "wrong" way. :D The first infinitive, the a-infinitive, is used nowadays, but back then, they used the first person singular form of the verb, as they do/did in Latin dictionaries. Therefore, in Cannelin's dictionary, you cannot find the word sataa , '(to) rain', like you would in a modern dictionary, but the form sadan , '(I) rain' is there.) I should be able to study the grammar book a bit better during the week. The next time I get there, I am probably going to try to find the English grammar (and dictionary) of my grandpa's father who went to America for a few years to mine gold. :D

This week I am going to work on my research plan for my Bachelor's thesis. I am going to write about the changes in a text when it turns from prose into poetry (or song lyrics, actually), i.e. I am going to study the immigrant books by Vilhelm Moberg and the musical that Björn and Benny (yeah, THE Björn and Benny, from ABBA) wrote about the books, "Kristina från Duvemåla". I still need to decide which songs I am going to concentrate on, though. You know, the musical is two, three hours long, even as a CD version, so I am being a lazy bugger and picking just two or three songs that I write about. I should also decide if I am going to read all four novels, or if I should concentrate on, say, the first two (which would affect the songs I could write about, as well).

At the moment, I think I am going to go with two long-ish songs ("Min lust till dig", and possibly the finale, "I gott bevar") and all four novels. That is simply because I believe I won't be able to find too much research on this particular theme, so I need all the material for my own text that I can find. We'll see, we'll see. :D Luckily, I am to present my research plan on the first of April, i.e. April Fool's Day. That means that in case I won't be able to finish my plan by then, I can simply throw herring and mud at the lecturer and the rest of the group, and then run away (to the cafeteria), laughing like a madwoman. (A Finnish/Swedish tradition, you don't really want to know.)

I have fallen in love with Tomas Anderson Wij's music. I spent the whole Thursday evening listening to "Vi är värda så mycket mer" (and it Currently is the ring tone on my cell phone). Maybe I have found the Artist Who Is Going To Be Responsible for my soundtrack for the spring.

Congratulation On Pregnancy

" She says we've got to hold on to What We've Got / It Does not make a difference if we make it or not "

Bon Jovi: "Livin 'On A Prayer"

I found quite by accident local stores (ie, the nearest shop, which happens to be a not-so-small supermarket), liquorice, which is a recent tiikerinkakunleipomiskerrallani I missed. This time it was, therefore, literally lakritsitiikerikakku SE, which I found the manual and Armin leivontanurkkauksesta that about a candidate's ex-mother-in-law from the mail. (Aunt is a hard baker, and we remain in contact for one reason or the third. Swedish version of the recipe, however, was the same as grammalleen Armin instructions, which actually first ran in, so All points go there.) Makukin is in place, albeit 50 minutes in the oven was not enough (and I of course had nothing to which to test the maturity of the cake). Uneven oven thanks to second half was a little too raw, but one at least is a direct peak. : D

Tomorrow would have to also sit out the first time proseminar piiiiitkästä time. More than a month last time, really! : D I expect joy and terror mixed feelings about. Admittedly, I was told prosemmaa driving a lecturer of literature course (Of which stressasin) vitosen grade. Perhaps Ferlin-essays ("I Livets Villerville" - om Nils Ferlins trettiotalsdikter) does not, then was not so ahterista than I thought. : D Or, alternatively, the discussions contributed to the literary monologue. Tentistäkin was still pretty good rating. I still would have given myself fives, on the other hand even though I do not want to complain at all. : D

jooh But, I guess I will leave you wondering about this cake picture (cell phone camera's Revenge), a cake at the very least strange tracks (do not ask, I do not know sunkaan) and direction of the beam through the bottom of the bed to reflect on mm. Swedish dialects /r/-variaatioita. Oi onnea.





I happened to run into liquorice sauce in the grocery I visit almost daily. The previous time I baked a tiger cake (I have no idea what it is really called in English, and I'm too lazy to find out, so that'll have to do) I couldn't find it, so now that I did, I really had to bake one. I found the recipe on a Finnish blog, and then my ex-mother-in-law-to-be (got it? no? good :D) emailed me the same recipe when I mentioned it. So, the Finn gets the credit. The cake tastes quite yummy, really, even if it should have been in the oven a bit longer. (I had nothing to test it with.) Besides, as my oven is a complete and utter idiot (and thus reminds me of my ex in more ways than one, the only real difference being that the oven can be warm and even HOT), so about a half of the cake is a bit raw, and the other half is quite perfect. :D

Tomorrow, I should take part in the proseminary for the first time in about a month or so. I'm not sure if I'm more frightened or excited about it. :D Although, I've heard that the lecturer who runs the seminary gave me a fiver (the best grade) for his literature course. Maybe my essay on Ferlin ("I livets villervalla" – om Nils Ferlins trettiotalsdikter) didn't suck as much as I thought it would. :D Or maybe it was the monologues I pulled at the literature "discussions". The exam went quite well, too, Actually. Yet, I Would not've Given Myself a 5 ... Not that I was complaining, though. : D

But yeah, I think I'd better go to take a shower, then to the bed to read about, for instance, / r / in "some Swedish dialects. Meanwhile, for you to stare at the horribly grainy photo (Taken with my cell phone) of the cake and the weird stripe in it (it wasn't supposed To Be like that!).

Much Energy Does Pedestal Fan Use

" Summertime / Come and stay out all night / Summertime "

Gyllene Tider: "Sommartider"

I think I should write something like if only to prove to be still alive random acts of mind in spite of. : D holiday came, went to the holiday, the weekend also. The latter took Opulipopulioravaiseni (almost 1.5 years already!) Co-mother. The boy is already so big and growing all the time like crazy fast. Godmother kultamuru. \u0026lt;3 Today, I was second last year of study-period in the first lecture (I think you went crazy?), Which jumped manslaughter dull and huippumielenkiintoisen between the entire 45 minutes. In the meantime, I had time to see friends for lunch, which is always great. That's the most important events, I guess. This particular period of time I'm up healthy! No fever, no cough, no back pain, stomach pain, or anything else (except a bit on the ears, YouTube's playlist was in fact received some reason Carolaa). Cases are therefore relatively well, and huoneenikin remains a (normal) neat (MPI), even if the cleaning time is as soon as a week!

Sweden chose the representation of the Eurovision Song Contest song, and surprised me (positively) by choosing a representative who is not Måns Zelmerlöv. However, to say the least surprising that Ernman Moscow dispatch, although I've started listening again after a couple of warm up song to an increasing extent. I do not think it will win, but it's certainly not bad. (Also, Ernman win, Carl-Ola, which is also known as Carolana, hands down. Yes, I have something hampaankolossa Carolan above.)

just watched napsimiani Uppsala and Stockholm photos from last spring and summer, and now I will return home a better side of the Gulf of Bothnia. Now, now, not just some months from now, damn it! I will sit somewhere in a nice little fikissä Uppsala Gamla Stan, or walking the streets and watch ohikäveleviä people and listen to what Sweden should sound like and just be (and be happy). I would also like to extend vakiokierrostani to the extent that koukkaisin Karlstad, Gothenburg and Lund, and among other places. I could even compare the different dialects and write about a great thesis. It would be a great idea, would not it be, Johanan? Someone could pay me, then BIG research grants and other similar, Then they have to fund my visit. Otherwise, because the front is linnémäinen (or more Lonnrot Finno-like) walking with my backpack, sleeping bag and tent. It did not really attractive, do you believe? Are there readers, sponsors, donors, sponsors, food can, travel companions, etc.? : D

rest of the evening I thought I'd spend the summer listening to music (ie songs that assosioin summer) - suomeksi, natvis - and curse the fate of the poor students to remain home exam books, people. Perskuta.



























Lisää kuvia PhotoBucketissa (yes Facebookissa, jos controversial stalkkaatte), jos kiinnostaa. Hihkaiskaa, niin linkkaan.
There are more pictures on PhotoBucket & up. Let me know if you want a link.
More photos at PhotoBucket and Facebook. I Can share the link in case you really want to see. : D


I Should Probably update, if only to Prove That I'm Still Alive Despite my own wishes. : D The Break Came period, the period break went, and that applies for the weekend as well. The latter one went really fast, as I spent it with my "bigger" godson, who's already almost a year and a half old! He's gotten so big and clever since the last time I saw him a month ago. Godmum's little darling boy. <3 Today, I was at the first lecture of the last period of my second year at the university. It went – well, as lectures usually go. At times, it was quite interesting, at times, it got so boring that I just wanted to cry (or preferably sleep). Before the lecture, I met a few friends at lunch, which is always awesome. On top of that, I'm actually quite healthy as I type this! No fever, no cough, no random pains in back/stomach/anyplace else (asides from my ears, as the YouTube playlist had a song or two by Carola, for some reason). So, everything is quite well, and even my room is still relatively clean (cleaner than it normally is), even though it's been always a week since the last time I cleaned and tidied it up!

The Swedes (finally!) chose their participant for the Eurovision Song Contest – and while doing so, they surprised me positively by choosing someone who is NOT Måns Zelmerlöv. Not that I wouldn't have been somehow less surprised by the fact that this un-Måns person is Ernman. The song sounds a lot better, though, after having listened to it for a couple of times. I doubt the Swedes are going to steal the show with their song, but I wouldn't call it a bad song either. (Besides, Ernman is a million times better than Carl-Ola a.k.a. Carola, whom I quite dislike, in case you haven't noticed.)

I was watching the photos I took in Stockholm and Uppsala last spring and summer, and now I want to get back home in Sweden. Now, right now, not in mid-April or so, goshdarnit! I want to sit in a cute fik in Stockholm's Gamla stan or a gågata (pedestrian zone) in Uppsala, and simply watch people passing by, and listen to what Swedish SHOULD sound like (and be happy doing so). It would be really great to visit Karlstad, Göteborg (Gothenburg), Lund and a few other towns/cities as well. I could do some research on the dialects, and someone could give me a grant for doing it, right? And with the grant, I could pay for the trip. Otherwise, it's going to be a Linné-like (or, if you prefer, Lönnrot-like) walk through Sweden, sleeping in a sleeping bag in a tent. That doesn't really sound as fun, now, does it? In case there is someone reading this who would like to become a sponsor, a supporter or to come with me, let me know. :D

I guess I'm going to spend the rest of the evening listening to summer music – in Swedish, of course – and curse the fact that I'm a poor student (and staying at home the whole bloody summer, studying) to the lowest hell. Damn this.

Mineral Water Good For Digestion

" Fever / In The Morning / fever all through the overnight

Peggy Lee: "Fever"

En taaskaan could not sleep at night, ached like hell. Not helped by analgesic, hypnotic and nothing else, even if all the moving parts (again) as the reference dose more. Dammit. Half past six, then I got said, that is pretty useless to the country just waiting for a dream. After noon, then started to rise in potutuskäyrä extent that I preferred to take the book under your arm and mönkiä under the blanket for a moment to calm down. I thought the two having a little nap and I put half the clock to ring three, lest I sleep too much and even more angry.

Arvaahan how it happened then.

I woke up in that nine after. Feeling was (is) still physically quite miserable, but I was a little better mood. Consulting my friend, Mr. thermometer, and I got the results chapter, which was almost exactly thirty-nine and forty-between. Take it anyway. Taitaapi be smartest to put on hold plans for the weekend, also a designer, Tiina. Prkl.

in vain while I cleaned, stna! : D (Well, whine it anyway, it does. It would have been perhaps the evening huipuin ikuna, muttakunniinei.) Ehdinpä to read and do your laundry, then at least. Oh joy.




Peggy Lee's version, as the Elvis-bad kind of pruukaa aina viedä kaiken kunnian.
Ettäs sen tiedätte. Eikä edes mainita Beyoncé-naikkosta, jooko?

The Peggy Lee version, because I'm sick of Elvis getting all the honour.
Just so you know. And let's not even begin with Beyoncé, shall we?



Couldn't get any sleep last night either. Pretty much every possible place in the human body that can ache was aching. Painkillers didn't help at all, neither did the sleeping pills or anything else for that matter, even if I took the normal dosage x 3 or so. Damn. Half past six I decided that it's no use just lying there, waiting to fall asleep, so I got up. After noon, I started to get so pissed off at everything imaginable that I decided to go to read something and try to calm down a bit. At two o’clock, I thought it might be a good idea to take a little, half-an-hour nap. So, I set the alarm on my cell phone in order not to sleep too long and get even more pissed off because of that.

Everyone can guess what happened then, right?

I woke up a bit after nine. I felt (feel) still quite horrible, physically, but I have to admit that I am in a better mood. I consulted my friend, Mr. Thermometre, and he gave me a number that was quite exactly in between thirty-nine and forty degrees Celsius. That means that I need to call off my plans for the weekend, and you can just imagine how happy that makes me. Grrr.

I cleaned the whole Apartment for nothing, for f * ck's sake! : D (Well, that's Really Not the only reason. I'm quite the night grieving That Would Have Been the most awesome ever, But nooooo. We'll never know.) At Least I now have time to read, study and do Some laundry. How bloody awesome is that?

Lakme Cosmetics And Cost

"I will not compare med hvert judging stranger / When I Got My Own Hell to rise"

Sahara Hotnights: "If Anyone Matters It's You"

prognoses paraphrase is forced to conclude that it is a man quite healthy, and / or sane can be when making impulse purchases in pharmacies! : D There I made my way today, therefore it took, thanks to cruel fever, general congestion, and a few other small health-related problem. Yesterday, the meal may hirttäytyminen wait a minute, that I have so much tolkuissani that I can be bothered to focus on the noose conclusion. (It's not so easy!)

Shop I still elsewhere. Invest the money received as a birthday Marimekko shoulder-handbag . Pondered long black, brown and black bag in between, but I ended up black, as the previous bag was / is dark brown, and all have such a black bag, and I'm just so overwhelmed by the mass would want anyway. : D I found a cute Mecca puts in a tapas brown leather walking shoes , which are lighter than the picture and hewttaisesti consumed, ie used to look. Me likey! Finns still got a five euros Åsne Seierstad One Hundred Days . At this stage, I said in my budget to be so far out of the money that I decided to march to the home, even though the shirt remained hunting indefinitely. : D

got home I found a mailbox lappusen that I have been waiting for the mail packet. I guess it does not then else than throwing out the first round of the shopping center of balance of a sudden the room through the door and go back to your own footsteps along the back of the center. Packages was then instead of one and three. : D tiny nephew sent a "late birthday present a stack of photographs, letters and Aarni Penttilä classical Aapiskukko facsimile. (Hey, Tues-aunt so old yet, that has forgotten how to read!; D) Hääpukuaan Sweden, the land from the forest avoid Empulta ( emiiiilia ) took a long time much wanted Kotiruoka -paper facsimile 1908 . Fast browsing I found a couple of guidelines, which do not require pork / veal head, they could trying to be crafty in the near future. : D And best of all, Benny's mother had sent me Benny pocket-sized Bible and a small letter saying that I need it more Benny. ♥

I firmly believe that if the disease does not get better for shopping, it is fatal. (And now, not moralizing about how much smarter I'd be able to use their own rahaseni and so forth, hi. Pity rings, determined pipine oo). Mönkiä To celebrate I'm going under the blanket and the alphabet in one study (more or less) associated with the opus.



A Finnish blogger said that you know that you can't be that healthy and/or wise when you start making impulse buys at the pharmacist's! :D That's what I ended up doing today (as well as where I did it), thanks to nasty fever, some cold symptoms and a few other health-related things that bug me to death. The hanging process I mentioned yesterday is going to have to wait until I feel a bit better and can concentrate on tying the knot. (It's not that easy, you know...)

I shopped elsewhere, too, so I guess it could be worse. With the money I got from my family and relatives on my birthday a while ago, I bought the pretty Olkalaukku bag by Marimekko (designed by Ristomatti Ratia) . It took a while to decide between the black, brown and gray ones, but I ended up buying the gray bag. My previous bag was brown and everyone (I mean everyone ) here has the black one. I wouldn't want to disappear into the mass of people that easily, despite everything. :D At a shoe store called Mekka (Finnish for Mecca) I found a pair of cute, brown leather shoes by Tapas. I fell in love with them, yes, and they came home with me. (They're not quite as dark as they are in the photo. O_o Anyways.) At a bookstore, I bought One Hundred And One Days: A Baghdad Journal by Åsne Seierstad for €5, and then realised that in case I want to have something to eat before April, I really should head home. Even if I didn't find the shirt I would have wanted to buy.

When I got back home, I found a little note in the post box telling that there is something for me at the post office. I didn't really have a choice, so I took the things I had bought to my room and went back to the town centre. In the end, there were three little packages for me. One of them was from my youngest godson, who bribed me with an old Finnish ABC-book (the one that my grandparents used to read, even if mine is "only" a facsimile) and a huge pile of photos of the little master himself. My best friend Emppu ( emiiiilia ), who's currently busy hunting a wedding dress in Sweden, poor bugger, sent me a book, too – a facsimile of an old Finnish cook book. I found a few recipes that don't require a pig's head or something like that, so I could try those ones out quite soon. :D And the best of all, Benny's mum sent me his pocket-sized Bible and a little letter, according to which I need it more than Benny does. ♥

I honestly believe that if shopping doesn't cure the disease, you're going to die of it. (That means that you shouldn't start moralising about how I could and should have spent my money. I'm ill, for heaven's sake!) Therefore, I think I am going to go to take a nap with my ABC-book (might even learn to read one of these days!) and a book that has more or less to do with my studies.

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"[J] ag has lasted UPPE och mind saken"

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"I've even gotten anything done today! Miracles is not actually over. : D I've been cleaning up the house, nettishoppaillut myself a summer dress, top and a lovely bag, has renewed Armaan journuni visual, washed two loads of laundry and irrigation (both) my room can be found in plants. No wonder now starting to feel like that is a Hit on the neck all the colds of esinuhakuume.

Sairastuminenhan of course, is almost self-evident, given that I would be the program for tomorrow, which I have here is a fair day waiting already so excited. I promise here and now, that if tomorrow's cooking the movie board game iltamamme (ah, what the word \u0026lt;3) will be canceled due to a miserable little cold, I'll hang
a) myself,
b) flunssani,
c) my roommate, or
d ) all of the above.

Yesterday was very nice. The movie was awful good (risteyttäkää "Sin City" and "V for Vendetta," so you will get a movie that resembles very much "Watchmeniä"), Tivoli smørrebrødit were as good as ever and the club was absolutely excellent. :] If a small, stupid Tiina would still be figured out that the wind, a couple of degrees Celsius the combination of rain and snow is not so warm that the skirt-tights combo is enough very far, it might have been an even better, because then I probably would not sit right now for many many many cold of a blanket below. Prkl.

a bit while I wondered whether the border with a little blog readership, ie, to move (again) the good old Friends-only atmosphere. On the other hand who would read this, the guy who does not already exist on the list. : 'D Paranoia glory even in spite of! On the other hand English translation riepoo and strain. Wondering if should be taken and thrown together yet another separate blog, which päivittelisin beyond the third domestic. (Or really concentrate purely Finnish. Hrmh.)

Let kipitän this fiksaamaan syömispuolta something, then I go for a walk and take care of a couple of things, a grocery store across the back, the final withdrawal from the hip and the desperate cold (off) manausyrityksiä. Here's how it works, khyl.




Wow, I Actually managed to get something done today! : DI cleaned my room, bought myself a summer dress, a cute shirt and an adorable bag online, worked on the layout of my LJ, done a heap of laundry AND Made Sure That (Both) the flowers in my room have something to drink. No wonder I started to feel like I was about to get ill again.

Of course, getting ill would be quite normal, seeing that I have a little something scheduled for tomorrow which I have been waiting for on pins and needles for more than 24 hours. Just in case this little cold destroys our cooking-film-game-night tomorrow, I hereby promise and solemnly swear to hang
a) myself,
b) the cold,
c) my roomies, or
d) all the aforementioned.

I had great time yesterday. The film was really good ("Watchmen" = "Sin City" meets "V for Vendetta"), the sandwiches at Tivoli were as great as ever, and the company was excellent. :] If only the little, stupid Tiina had realised that yesterday's weather was not really a good combination with the skirt she wore... Damn this (i.e. my stupidity) to hell!

I've been thinking about making my journal readable for friends only. Even if I doubt there's anyone reading this who isn't already on my F-list. :'D Long live paranoia! Then again, I am not too happy about this whole translating thing (Fin-Eng) either. I wonder if I should start a blog for my entries in English or just coldly kick you guys off the list, and start updating in Finnish only. (I'm not going to do that, methinks. I just need to think about this.)

Anyways, I'm off to try to find myself something to eat, then I go to take a walk (and while doing that, take care of a couple of things), then back home after going to the grocery. I guess it Would not be a bad idea to Thurs spend the rest of the evening, then, Just Taking It Easy and Trying Thurs exorcise this cold-to-be. Yup, yup.

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"[Tiinalla] on niin vanhanaikainen nimikin, Etta minä kuolisin häpeästä --. "

Polva, Anni. 1956. Tiina. p. 11
"Tiina has Such an old-fashioned name, too, That I would die of shame."

Minätyttöpä I took it and read Annie Polva Tiina book. So the first, which is called Tiina . I remember muksuna has applied to the love-hate tactics. Your favorite, Miss outreach , compared with Tiina-books were a little boring, on the other hand I remember even before starting school analyzed the library Aunt that Tiina-books stuff could actually happen, but she had little detective stories as a fairy tale. (I learned to read 4.5-years old, ever since I belonged to the local library is furnished with every 19-years old, when I moved from Pori. There are still greeted by first name, when I visit.: D)

Oddly, though, how much you forget about the books, even thinks he remembers that very well. I remembered Leila and Elvin are hit by a name for the first time and even then I had to say that My first memory was entirely false: namely that the Elvi was courageous girl, who was the middle bit nasty. Tiina and Juhan course, memory (kummienoni is Juha, I'm Tiina, and I was a kid just ka-ma-quality of the book Tiina likes of "our Juha" I guess I heard the mother say that the book somehow reminds Juha enoani a kid: D ), but I'd happily forgotten how bloody (literally!), the couple clashed from time to time. So it janeaustenit and others will forget how brutal love really can be. : D It remains to be humming harjukin clearly the losers. ;)

Tiina experience, courage and decided to do at some point in the list of favorite book to peruse through the ages and even parts the series again, now that I'm old and wise . Sure, it now arvaakin that an "adult" may be quite different from the books as a child: I confess, at least ylianalysoivani children's books, at random and read them, and now Tiina found, although what, I might get caught. Consider, for example, and the Moomins! So Jansson books / comics, they are not Japanese pallomuumeja. ("When I was young, the Moomin troll inside was Lasse Pöysti." - Jessica, 20 + years.) Or, Disney movies! Adults laugh at various points as the "right" target audience.

Besides, I personally, I think children's books to read very, very much. Nowadays, it is so comfortable, busy and pseudo-important, stressed and cynical, that makes nothing but good to get an overdose of innocence and happy endings now and then. Think about just what kind of us would have grown if the Five would have run out of snacks! Or, if criminals räjäyttäisivät Paula (Nancy) Drew'n to bits! Or, if you book late Tiina found 19 years later, the song (see Harry Potter), which explains the late Juhan Leila married with - or better yet, a man in prison for manslaughter or something else nice!

Anyhow, reading the list will Indeed, at least in Nancy Drew, quintet (which I have no child, yes) and the People's fairy tales primary school period and the preceding year per pair, Eddings, Rowling, and Tolstoy, Austen and junior high school, Adams and Brontëa high school. Let's get over there pretty much nines. But what was it a girl book series, who told CLINICAL studying a virtuous and beautiful (well then what did you expect?: D) girl. Helena-spectrum allocation are they? And hey, I almost forget Mystery Clubs ! And the Baby-sitters Clubs ! : D That's it

kirjavuodatus. More information find this link, and a guarantee kirjablogistani, kiijat . Today's program, "Watchmen " and the evening return to Siberia. Tomorrow I'll clean this rat hole, which has both skill mess himself (because "I've cleanliness of the archetype and I never ever under any circumstances, mess), I wash the laundry, which has accumulated while mounteverestisti, and the visit might be in town to investigate the mass, do I wish to invest in a birthday gift for my money to a new school bag, find a nice springtime / summer dress, or maybe even both.

On hyvä olla kotona taas. :)


I just finished reading one of the Finnish children’s book classics, a book called Tiina , the first one in the Tiina series. I had mixed emotions for it when I was a child. In comparison with my favourite, Girl Detective , the Tiina books were a bit boring. Then again, I remember sharing my deep and academic analysis with an auntie at the small local library, when I was maybe six years old. According to the analysis, the Tiina books are actually better because the things that happen in them could actually happen, while the Nancy Drew books are a bit like fairy tales. (I was four years old when I learnt to read, and from then on, I was a part of the furniture in the small local library, until I moved away when I was 19. They still greet me with my first name, when I drop by. :D)

It's a bit weird, though, how much you forget about these books, even if you think you remember well. I was at loss with a few characters in Tiina . When I remembered that Elvi was NOT the brave girl who could be a bit mean at times (that would be Leila, of course, silly me), it all became a lot clearer. Of course, I remembered the main characters, Tiina and Juha, although I remember that as a child, I thought It was absolutely horrible that the Tiina in the book likes Juha whom I, for some reason, confused with my godfather/uncle. (I think my mum had said that the Juha in the book reminds her of her brother or something.) The thing I had forgotten was how bloody their relationship was. :D Their fights make love seem more raw and destructive than Wuthering Heights ever could! ;)

Encouraged by the lovely reread (of Tiina ), I decided to make a list of my childhood favourites – maybe I could include even the books that I adored as a teenager – and read them (or at least parts of the series) now that I am old and wise . An adult understands the children's books in a completely different way, after all, and can analyse them much better. I found a million things in Tiina that I could write an essay (or two) on! And think about Disney films! The grown-ups laugh at completely different scenes than the kids do.

Besides, I quite enjoy reading children's books. Nowadays I am so busy and important (or so I think), stressed and cynical that getting an overdose of innocence and happy endings is just a good thing. Just think, what we would be like, if The Famous Five would have run out of lunch! Or if the criminals would have blown Nancy Drew into smithereens! Or if there was a 19-years-later kind of an epilogue at the end of the last Tiina book (cf. Harry Potter) which would tell that Juha married Leila – or even better, is in jail for a murder or something!

Anyways, there is going to be a Whole lot of books on the list. : D Nancy Drew, The Famous Five and fairy tales for the first Twelve years of my life, Eddings, Rowling and Tolstoy for the three junior high school years, and Adams, Austen and Bronte for high school. And I Should not forget to add The Mystery Club To The List! Or The Baby-sitters Club eller!

That's Enough with books. (You Swedes may well also check kiijat .) Today, I am going to go to see "Watchmen ," And Then find something to eat at the nearby "shopping center" Siperia (' Siberia 'in Finnish, we do not like b's or g's – or any other neat letters/sounds either :D). Tomorrow, I am going to clean this hellhole (i.e. my room) which seems to have an ability to make a total mess out of itself all without my help (because I am the dictionary example for a neat person *cough*), do some laundry (the pile is about as high as Mount Everest at the moment), and possibly go to the city centre to see if I should by a new school bag or rather a spring/summer dress – or both.

It's good to be back home. :)

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" according Damned I'll yield slutet av chase. / I am the Law and the Law er ikke mocked "

Philip Quast: "Javert's Suicide" (from the musical "Les Misérables")

Lueskelen uskomattoman mielenkiintoista kirjaa poskettoman kiehtovasta henkilöstä. Usually I do not at all biography of the people if you know what I mean, but Sven Stolpe Queen Kristina narrative opus - wow! Stolpe academic but personal spelling certainly helps, but I guess most of the earnings for this part of the book go to Kristina, a special person peak. I'll write more about this, as long as I worded my thoughts a little better. Nobody do not get much to loose if hihkaisen that the aunt had reached wrong, but somehow still part of the same to sit with him.

I'll have now, Listen, winter vacation. Or perioditaukohan this really is called, but a week's holiday in late winter is my loaf the same thing as the winter holiday. The aim would be to focus on relaxing, exceptionally hommien instead of studying. After all, I have a few remaining arrears thing that needs to be done out of the way, but they do not need to think more weeks. Unbelievably horrible exam went through with flying colors, and an essay I had time to restore deadlineen far. (The exam was horrible, it nippelitiedon number. Tirvia is fun and cheer-fated, but my memory is so selective that way nippelitiedolla shimmering exam fail miserably.)

Now, as yet to reach home from the Huili. My room is sure to clean the house themselves while I was gone, laundry mountain has also disappeared and is now awaiting raikkaantuoksuisena (and, above all, folded in place in cabinets and drawers!), soluhuoneeni has magically become a stunning, contemporary decorated two room apartment (with a big kitchen) and kirjahyllyyni has been published scratch many add-ons, which are full of interesting books done in alphabetical order. Oh, yes, that is how it works.

Oh yeah, now I see a very strange dreams.
How can the subconscious to behave normally?
Will one film about the French Revolution?



I am currently reading an unbelievably interesting book about an incredibly fascinating person. Usually, I'm not that much into biographies, but in the case of Sven Stolpe's book about Queen Kristina of Sweden – wow! I love Stolpe's style to write, it's both personal and academic at the same time. However, I do think that it's mostly because of Kristina herself that the book is so interesting. I promise to write more about it once I am done reading it. Finishing the book should help me a bit when it comes to trying to verbalise my thoughts. It doesn't really tell too much if I merely say that even if I think Kristina was nuts, I still sympathise with her and see myself in her.

The spring break (finally!) started. I think I'm going to concentrate on taking it easy instead of studying. I usually have spent the one-week breaks working on some extra assignments and so forth, but now I think I am going to finish a few things I should have done before the break and that's going to be it. I actually passed the oh-so-horrible test on Friday, and I even had time to finish and turn in my essay before the deadline. (The test was so horrible because we were asked about really, really small details, and the questions were really trivial. It's not that studying trivial little things wouldn't be totally awesome. It's just that I never remember them when taking a test.)

Now, if only I was at home. I'm sure my room has cleaned itself while I'm away; the laundries have – well, done themselves, and wait now in neat piles, smelling gooood; the room has suddenly turned into a nice apartment with two rooms, a big kitchen, and cool, modern furniture; and I have a few more shelves in my bookshelf, filled with interesting books that are already alphabetised. Oh yes, that's how it works.

Oh, right, I keep having really weird dreams.
How do you get your head to work in a normal way?
Does watching a movie about a revolution in France help?

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" Who just ku 'get by with help from himself "

Nephew: "Science Fiction & Familjen"

Tänään minulla piti olla rento ja rauhallinen koti-ilta, jonka aikana fiksailisin esseetä, lueskelisin and on the side pyöräyttäisin suddenly cake. Then again, I do not remember that the cake is not it just suddenly spins. I came to the witnesses (once again) that the baker (-confectioner)'s gifts are not inherited directly from mother to daughter. Kakkuseni, four and a half hours (most of which admittedly had been waiting for the cooling) job performance, reminiscent of the most nebulous möykkyä. I created it as kuvakseni, I created its own kuvakseni, etc.: D Season I go to the warranty, but the batter was good, the jam was good, the cream was good and kettukarkitkin olivat hyvejä. Tuskinpa ne yhdessäkään kovin kamalalta siis maistuvat. (Maku testataan huomenna Svenssonien kahvitunnilla. Mwah.)

Today, I was going to have a nice, lazy evening at home. I would work a bit on my essay, study a bit, and bake a cake, too. It seems that I had happily forgotten that baking a cake takes quite a bit of time. I also proved (yet once again...) that the ability to bake a cake doesn't run in the family. (My mum is a baker, believe it or not.) My dear, little cake, on which I worked for four and a half hours (fine, most of the time I just waited for it to cool down, but still) looks more like a weird lump of cream than a cake. ... It looks like me! :D I have no idea what it tastes like, But the dough was good, the jam was good, the cream was good and the candies on top of it were good, too. I guess They Should Be Really good, When They All are put Together. : D The taste is going to be Tested Tomorrow, When We wannabe Swedes have our coffee meeting. Bwah.

I'm actually a pretty good mood. :) Very rare in itself, taking into account time of day.

Actually I'm in a good mood Rather, Which is something of a miracle, seeing what time it is. :)

Imorgon blir jag Gammal daa. : D Men som tur är jag inte så blir Gammal som min ripple Anka, Mr. Duckie. Grattar, gubben! \u0026lt;3 Jag bjuder fiket på När du Kommer tillbaks. ;)



six eggs, 3 cups sugar, 3 cup flour, 1.5 teaspoon baking powder. 180 degrees for about 50 minutes. Split into three sections, wetted with diluted mansikkamehulla, halfway between strawberry vaniljahilloa. On a lot of (vaniljasokeroitua, sweet HYLA) cream and a bag of Rowan Berry candies.

Six eggs, 3 cup sugar, 3 cup Flour, 1.5 teaspoons baking powder. 180 degrees (Celsius), ca. 50 minutes. Dealt In Three layers, moistened with strawberry juice, strawberry-vanilla jam in Between the layers. Lots of vanilla-flavoured cream on top with "some marmalade candies.

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Kuluttelen this second day of tube studying the history of Swedish literature, mainly watching the angles. I've got kahlattua beginning of the Viking era (c. 800 AD), a major power during the Enlightenment, and the border countries (early 1700). Names terrible, terrible dates, just strange language - and I thought I liked history! Pidänhän or me, but the sun is shining outside and annoy me and should be clean and do laundry, and it should look esseetäkin jajaja ...

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book blog took over and moved to just below your address. If a strange book reviews of interest, monitoring laittakaapa kiijat . There is one just a review, which I never got around to it here in hockey and for all! : D If demand is great, I can put some text in here (even though the guy for customized group), but I guess that is easiest for everyone that interested in the following two blogs. Anyhow, this year, read books is also listed on this blog, here .

Waiting forward to it, that I / I have the time to read books that I really want-I want-I want to read. I certainly never crossed did have to look too distasteful to read the books, the freedom of choice of the Swedish literature course was awful nice - I even write the essay for yourself for the selection and proposed, on the subject, ie, Ferlinin 30-century poetry, Wheeler! - But still it would be nice to choose just entirely by itself, to integrate into the early 1900s Swedish literature, or perhaps something in Finnish, just for a change.

Once I get rid of the brutal exams and time-consuming essays (ie the period during the break) I'm going to read the Queen Kristina (Stolpe, Sven. Kristina: Drottning och Rebell ), America's wonder land (Auster, Paul. The New York Trilogy ), linguistics (Karlsson, Fred. Linguistics ), look at all the Lord of the Rings movies tube longer, version, download the source material kandintyöhön, explore the phonetic structure of the Swedish and whatnot. I wonder if would give me yet another holiday week, so ehtisin lomaillakin? : D


Currently I am Spending my time Studying the history of Sweden from the literature's point of view. I have progressed from the Beginning of the Viking era (ca 800 AD) to the Beginning of the 18th century. So bloody much names and years, so very confusing language – and I thought I liked history! I do like history, really, but the sun is shining out there, I am bored, I should clean, do the dishes and the laundry, write the essay and so forth.

It's all about priorities, really, which is why I am typing this, looking for new avatars and chatting on MSN, instead of doing something useful.

My book blog (Finnish/Swedish) currently resides in kiijat . There are probably going to be some reviews in English, too, but not too often (as I actually dislike this language). Now, I am just waiting to be able to choose the books I read. Of course, I have been quite free to do it for the course in older Swedish literature – the nice lecturer even allowed me to start writing the essay on a topic of my own, whee! – but still. It would be nice to read something in Finnish or Danish, just for change. :D Whatever the case, the books I have read this year are available in this Journal, too, here .

Once I am done with cruel exams and time-consuming essays (i.e. once the break week starts), I am going to read about Queen Kristina of Sweden (Stolpe, Sven. Kristina: Drottning och rebel ), the American lifestyle (Auster, Paul. The New York Trilogy ), general linguistics (Karlsson, Fred. Yleinen kielitiede ), Watch all the extended editions of the Lord of the Rings films in a row, work on my Bachelor's thesis, Swedish Phonetics Study and God knows what else. I Wonder if They Might Give Me Another week off, so That I Might Actually have time to rest, too. : D