fantastic exhibition

alrighty bunnies, any of you who happen to be in sydney, you have to drag your arse out to performance space *now*.

there is a fantastic exhibition on by tony schwensen: fatwhitestraightbaldguy videoperformance work 2001-2005. it's still on till 16april 16th. the gallery is open from wed to sat, 12 - 6pm.

venue: performance space galleries (199 cleveland st redfern)

woohooo!

she came, she streaked and she got away with it!

shot the footage for my new video last night. it involved streaking in a newtown park right next to the police station, so the fact that i didn't end up getting into trouble is pretty fucken good. a public indecency record might not be the best thing to help me in getting my next visa extension...

funny things these aussies, they really can't handle nudity like we do... must be the lack of sauna and shit.

anyhoo, images look great and as soon as i got the sound file working, i'll edit it all together.

day at the 'beach'

i really am not a beach person. i rather just stretch on the grass away from the sun, sand and fucken annoying kids.

we went to the beach yesterday with sunshine, matty, goldie locks and nics(*). the boys wanted to have a cock fight in beach cricket, so we bought them a cheap $30 plastic cricket set on the way.

it's amazing how men - given a stick and couple of balls - can entertain themselves for hours and hours. the fascination never seems to wear out. for a while me and nics were entertained by pointing and laughing at their "oh, but look how big mine is!" game, but then it got boring. thank gawd the perv was good and the rippled sweaty half nekkid young men kept us drooling and giggling for the rest of the time.

while others went for a swim, i did a good set of method putkisto on the grass. really rather relaxing. this was prolly thanks to sunshine staying there with me so that i wasn't bothered by any fuckwits. very sweet of him and highly appreciated.

naturally after this overdose of healthy outdoors life we headed to the good ole courty after dinner, started out with tequilas and got shitfaced. fantastic saturday in other words.

(* sunshine a.k.a. the boy should be a familiar character already, matty is the other house mate and sunshine's big bro, goldie locks is matty's highly competitive fitness fanatic lawyerboy best friend and nics is matty's ex gf and a very feisty and pretty little kumquat of a girl. all very good value.)

collaboration - stage 1

70cm x 100cm (edition of 6)
35 cm x 100cm (edition of 6)	35cm x 100cm (edition of 6)
70cm x 25cm (edition of 4)
70cm x 25cm (edition of 4)
70cm x 25cm (edition of 4)
35cm x 25cm (edition of 4)	35cm x 25cm (edition of 4)
35cm x 25cm (edition of 4)	35cm x 25cm (edition of 4)
35cm x 25cm (edition of 4)	35cm x 25cm (edition of 4)

we had a pretty solid day of printing yesterday with paul and we managed to get the fist colour of our screen prints done. we are printing video stills as 4 colour (process) screen prints. this is a comp mockup of how the first colour looks on the paper.

we did a total of 120 single prints on thursday and it was pretty fucken hectic. we are doing 12 different editions all together and here are the mockups of all the editions.

now i better get ready for work. later bunnies.

just so you know...

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it's like salmiakki and chocolate...

heh. not that we finns would be difficult or anything, but it took nearly a week to finally get together over a dindin to catch up. this would of course be catching up with the old finnish friend of mine that i ran into last friday. (see, this is what happens when you spend long enough time away from home... i just described myself as a finn! something i would never have done back home. scary shit.)

anyhoo, i dragged my friend and his lovely girlfriend to newtown for some quality b.y.o. thai. i managed to drag sunshine out with me by promising that we would do our best to keep the dialogue in english.

the wine was good, the food was delicious and it was just so refreshing spending time with scandinavian ppl. there honestly is a difference. i'm not saying that it's better or worse, it's just different. it's like salmiakki and chocolate. they're both good as and you wouldn't want to choose one or the other if you can have both.

it's kinda like being home sick. if i tell any of my local friends that i'm home sick, they take it as me bashing down australia and preferring finland. what they don't see is that when i go back home, even for a month, i'm just as 'home sick' to get back to sydney. it's weird as.

the problem is that i don't really prefer one over the other. i love both finland and australia equally. i have great friends and i feel just as at home in both.

tho of course my dearest mum and rest of my family is in finland and i do miss them lots and lots. i can't wait to get back home to eat mum's home made dindin followed by sauna and hours and hours of sitting around the kitchen table, drinking whiskey and talking about everything under the stars.

luv you mum.

bloody finns, they're everywhere!

just after i had got over the shock of running into a finnish friend of mine in the city, they bombard the shopping centre i work in!

last night i swear i saw at least 10 finns in the centre! few of them showed up as customers and the accents gave them away straight away. the rest were easy to pick out from the crowd (the reindeer fleece jackets and nokia backpacks were a dead give away).

i was able to freak out this one guy pretty good. he shows up (looking very finnish) behind my counter:

-" excuse me, do you sell stamps? i need a stamp to finland..." (with a VERY strong finnish accent)
- "jep, loytyy hyvinkin, mutta ainoastaan viiden kappaleen paketissa."
- "kato PERRRRRRKELE! ihan etta kotimaisella! no perrrkele. ohhoh. niin. no jo on. pistetaan sitten saman tien 10 postimerkkia! no jo on perkele sentaan. ohhoh..."

funny shit.

(sorry bunnies, but the conversation really doesn't work translated.)

this reminded me of an earlier finn encounter:

january 2003, petronas towers, kl, malaysia.

in a group of people, stepping out of the elevator taking us up to the sightseeing bridge connecting the towers (after not seeing *any* finns for a month of travelling around thailand and malaysia) the first thing i hear when i reach the window:

- "KYLA MEILA TAMPPERRREEELLA O ISOMPI!"

yes. i nearly pissed myself.

good ole ikea

heh, tell you something funny, bunnies:

sunshine had a lil nesting instinct disorder last weekend and he wanted to go to ikea to find curtains and shit for his room.

well, i pointed out that if he gets cool curtains he also needs to find a matching set of sheets to go with them. as i am the chicky and even worse an artsy one, i offered my help in choosing the set of sheets. while walking through the bed department, i pointed out three different sets that i thought looked best.

when we get to the bedding department and look up the three sets that i had pointed out earlier, they were *all* named "tanja". cracked me up.

he decided to go with this red funky "tanja" set. heh. now i've got my name all over his bed. yay for ikea!

dates and dating...

she's started doing it again. which launched her on a retrospective it-trip. (both linked entries in finnish).

i've only been on a total of three dates in my entire life. i dare say that its because i have a bad habit of not getting interested in a person before i know them pretty well. the interest sorta grows in over time if the person has potential but i never get interested in anyone based on the first impression. if someone just shows up and asks me out, i more than likely turn them down.

the three dates?

1. painful. (1993?)
   this cute boy who was a friend of a friend of a friend had seen a my picture and wanted to get set up with me. well, friends did as they were told (i would have been abt 15 or so) and we ended up going to a party on a (very teen) double date.
   
   he was very cute, but unfortunately really fucken shy as well. after 3 hrs of sitting next to me not saying a word, while obviously desperately trying to come up with something to say, he goes "er... ummm... do you come here often?"
   
   at which point i stormed out screaming and punched my friend on the way out. that was the end of that.
   
   
2. traumatic. (1997?)
   tho fortunately not for me. some yrs later i went on a blind date with a bloke and i had to choose the movie. well, i did. (can't remember the title anymore.) how was i fucken supposed to know that the movie begins with a 10 min hardcore gay porn scene???
   
   heh. the poor boy took off and never spoke to me again.
   
   
3. wonderful. (2004)
   just last year this gorgeous bearded american thingie was chasing me for weeks and weeks and one morning, during my coffee at the front porch he caught me off guard and got me to go out for dinner with him.
   
   he took me to a wonderful thai restaurant at emu plains and got me trashed on cheap bourbon as a dessert. it was all very good.
   

then there's of course the whole one year of first dates with mr. pinstripe, but that's a whole other story. they don't really count anyway.

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after going through all this shit again, i have to admit that i'm more than happy about my current state of being disgustingly happily coupled up.

sunshine still rocks my world and makes me smile. besides, he's a pretty damn good punching bag when i'm feeling cranky... tho at the same time he has enough balls to punch me back when i'm being too much of a prissy princess.

plus as a bonus he gives great hugs. which - being a snuggle-a-holic like me - is very, VERY important.

backyard

(testing picasa)

close call

the meat eating decision came close to happen last night.

i was going to order something meaty at the happy chef last night, but then i failed. the temptation of a seafood & tofu laksa was just too much to resist.

oh well, one more day as a non-red-meat-eater, but i do fear that my decision is pretty much done.

tune for the last day of the easter break: björk - cocoon

"who would have known
that a boy like him
possessed of magical
sensitivity
who would approach a girl like me
who caresses cradles his head
in her bosom

he slides inside
half awake, half asleep
we faint back
into sleephood
when i wake up
the second time
in his arms
gorgeousness
he's still inside me"

supa-yay!

i think i scored a new job.

that's the good news. the bad news is that at least in the beginning it wouldn't be every week, so i still have to drag my arse to the bloody news agency too.

anyway, this new job sounds really cool. my electronic arts teacher from first year (who's married to my video arts teacher and the both of them are like only 2 years older than me) needs an assisstant and the working environment sounds really cool.

basically i'd be sitting in her office with her putting shit up on the computer, but she promised an endless supply of coffee and inane convos. so sounds good to me. and she said she'd introduce me to the ppl from the other departments as well, which might be the key to get enough hrs to fuck off from the news agency.

besides, she mentioned wine. loads of free wine. i'm always up for that.

odd

i've been having weird debates with myself lately concerning my non-red-meat-eatness.

since eating in here is so difficult as it is, i've started to question my 10 year old decision to not eat (red) meat. maybe my diet would be more balanced and healthy if i did since the lactose intolerance is making everything pretty difficult as it is.

the only thing holding me back is the thought of giving up. will i be letting myself down if i do start to eat red meat again? even tho the point why i once stopped eating meat is long gone and forgotten?

--addition:
tira dear, pls don't bash me for this...

it's a tiny world after all...

trippy shit.

last night i'm walking home from work and just before i hit george st. i bump into an old friend of mine from helsinki!

back in 98-00 we shared a same circle of friends and used to go around every lil rave-ish happening and even did the 98 and 99 love parade bus stips in the same group of people.

tonight it's drinky-drinkies and catching up in finnish! yay!

collaborating again

i'm collaborating with paul again and our project is starting to look really good. we spent the whole day at the printmaking rooms today. due to the bloody old mac, fucken slow printer and a lil technical mishap we didn't get that much visible results tho.

we're playing with these 6 images (three on left stills from deep throat and chosen by me, three on right chosen by paul from his video work) and process screen print them on a big arse sheet of good quality paper. then we'll start playing with them a bit more by layering other shit on top of them, but more abt that later when the idea develops a bit more.

we were able to take the idea a whole heap further and it's starting to look really interesting. and we did get most of the pre-printing work done, which is usually the part that ends up eating most of the time anyway.

can't wait to start printing tho. it's been over 6 months since the last time i rolled up my sleeves and got my hands dirty!

i don't think i have ever wanted anything as much as i wanted to stay in bed this morning. sleeping in and snuggling sunshine till tomorrow arvo seemed better than a slice of heaven. yet here i am, freesing my arse off in my pajamas and eating my morning porridge.

nothing is better than a warm hug, under a thick doona while the rest of the world just seems cold as hell.

fuck i can't wait for easter holidays.

observing for a change

i witnessed this phenomena as i walked up the stairs to my room.

somehow the sunlight was coloured by the yellow-green marimekko 'unikko' curtain on my window and reflected by my nearly shut door, so that ended up projected on to matt's door as this beautiful pattern.

"how far does a girl have to go to untangle her tingle?"

heh. good ole studio arts.

i am doing my project on the original 1972 porn cult classic deep throat and i just managed to hunt a copy down from one of the local porn shops.

plot: "linda, frustrated that her hugely energetic sex life leaves her unsatisfied, seeks medical help. the doctor informs her that the reason for her problem is that her clitoris is mistakenly located at the back of her throat - but there is a very simple remedy, which the doctor, and various other men, proceed to demonstrate..." [imdb]

selected quotes:
linda: "how would you like it if you had balls in your ears?"
dr. young: [pause] "i guess i could hear myself coming!"

helen: "mind if I smoke, while you're eating?"

last man: "say, what's a nice joint like you doing in a girl like this?"

wilbur wang: [on the telephone with dr. young] "you gotta help me. i'm in love with linda. we want to get married... thank you. there's only one problem - she needs a nine inch cock."

i can tell you bunnies, this shit is priceless!

nearly weekend

gah. finally its friday, but i start my workday at 4pm when other's already head to the bar. not fun.

this weekend will be pretty full on uni work, since i have two bigger assessments next week and we really need to kick start our collaboration with paul on monday. need to do some preparing work for that too.

the collaboration seems to be starting pretty well tho. we finished the project proposal on thursday and the concept is pretty solid and very inspiring. we also came up with a pretty good title for the project: "observations of fusing emotions through the method of masochistic meditation" heh. a good title is always half of the work.

but now its time to run to work.

friday giggles

"the questions below about australia, are from potential visitors. they were posted on an australian tourism website and the answers are the actual responses by the website officials, who obviously have a sense of humour.

q: will I be able to see kangaroos in the street? (usa)
a: depends how much you've been drinking.

q: can you give me some information about hippo racing in australia? (usa)
a: a-fri-ca is the big triangle shaped continent south of europe. aus-tra-lia is that big island in the middle of the pacific which does not... oh forget it. sure, the hippo racing is every tuesday night in kings cross. come naked.

q: which direction is north in australia? (usa)
a: face south and then turn 180 degrees. contact us when you get here and we'll send the rest of the directions.

q: can you send me the vienna boys' choir schedule? (usa)
a: aus-tri-a is that quaint little country bordering ger-man-y, which is...oh forget it. sure, the vienna boys choir plays every tuesday night in kings cross, straight after the hippo races. come naked.

q: please send a list of all doctors in australia who can dispense rattlesnake serum. (usa)
a: rattlesnakes live in a-meri-ca which is where YOU come from. all australian snakes are perfectly harmless, can be safely handled and make good pets.

q: i have developed a new product that is the fountain of youth. can you tell me where i can sell it in Australia? (usa)
a: anywhere significant numbers of americans gather

q: i was in australia in 1969 on r+r, and i want to contact the girl i dated while i was staying in kings cross. can you help? (usa)
a: yes, and you will still have to pay her by the hour

q: will i be able to speak english most places i go? (usa)
a: yes, but you'll have to learn it first"

- from google groups: alt.nuke.the.usa [via]

brunette IS the new blonde

fuck being blonde! how come no one told me that brunettes get much more attention?!? i would have done this shit ages ago...

well, not that i really *need* outside attention atm... sunshine is where it's at. does always brighten up the day tho.

specially after being fucked around by cityrail. as usual, they (=cityrail) can suck my cock. it's fucken impossible to get to newtown by train. it took one hr to get from redfern to newtown (for non-sydney-siders: it's supposed to be a 3min train ride). grh. major grh.

anyways, uni work time. talk to you bunnies later.

hail to the king alcohol

oof. i do think that last weekend was rather heavily on the boozing side. so heavy in fact, that after the first lap of my morning jog today i felt like i was going to hurl my guts out. charming.

on saturday we had a couple of drinks at home before sunshine had the grand idea of hitting the pubs. already rather tipsy on the goon, we headed to the zansibar and started out with some tequila shots. we ended up getting utterly trashed and crawling home (gawd knows when) with bags full of oporto goodness. i believe i was so off my tits that without sunshine i would have fallen down the stairs. lots of giggles and funny conversations. always good.

yesterday i had the weirdest drinkies-and-pool experience i've had so far. we met up with sunshine's most recent ex j at town hall. after a seemingly endless hunt for new set of guitar strings we ended up in maloney's where sunshine and j had a couple of rounds of pool while i pointed and laughed. quite fluently really, since they both sucked. like really sucked.

the funny thing was that i ended up having a ball. we did every "absolute nono" conversation you can think of. which naturally resulted into us mean bitches ganging up against sunshine and having a point-and-laugh bitching fest. very entertaining.

sunshine: "well, i banged both of you!"
tp: "...hang on, that makes us spit sisters, doesn't it?"
j: "i'll drink to that." *raises a toast*

j: "yeh well, we never fucked in the bathroom?... ...yeh, that was the second story i heard yesterday; the used condom on the bathroom floor. nice one."
sunshine: "oh. OH. right. er... drinks, anyone?"

j: "looks like i'm officially the brains of the operation."
tp: "HEY! i recent that!"
j: "well... er... you've got the pretty hair?"
sunshine: "HEY! I RECENT THAT!"

yay for swamp bar!

maybe i'm not as old and useless as i thought i was.

last night i did the first jolly jugs of the semester (i missed the real first jj last thu because of the new john waters flick screening) and i had a fucken ball.

we started drinking at midday, attended a quick class at 2pm, back to the bar and i ended pissing it up till abt 4am. and i can tell you bunnies, that i was absolutely off my tits most of the time in between. fucken fantastic!

there's only few of the oldies left on campus, but we did our best and ended up having a great night out. lynnie showed up for the night as well, so a big portion of the night was just a nostalgic unit16 trip. yes, there was michael bolton. not to forget the house anthems: black eyed peas - let's get retarded, the postal service - such great heights and spiderbait - black betty. and yes, it was all very, very loud.

oh, and skulker did a gig at the swamp. which was pretty good. i still think that the singer is v. hot.

if any of you good ole pissheads read this: honestly guys, i had missed you all so much. thanks for the fucken awesome piss-up once again. you ppl rok

ooh ooh, almost forgot, i got carded for goon at the bottle-o too! wooohoooo!

spoiled goods?

heh. i think i accidentally broke the boy.

he's lying on the bed next to me and whinging abt his sore legs. very "wanna - be - pathetic - and - get - loads - of - pity - because - i - like - pity" of him and very, very adorable.

"are you writing about my legs? why aren't you writing about my legs? was that about my legs? can i write about my legs?"

the poor lil thing walks like a cowboy. but that's ok because he likes cowboys. yeh, he is a weird one.

...if his legs fall off during the night, do i get my money back?

such a lil angel

5am jog done, there's a big bowl of uber-yummy apple and cinnamon porridge in front of me and the net is working. it really doesn't take that much to make me happy.

this morning it was actually sunshine who dragged me up. i was already going to give the morning jog a miss when the alarm went off. but when i turned to him to confirm and expected to hear a grunt followed by some snoring, he fucken gets up and starts getting ready.

now i feel great tho and i reckon it'll only get better once i get this porridge in me. i think this will be a good day.

uni-wise i only have film studies today and it's the screening day. that's always fun.

tropfest 2005 flashback

HALLE-FUCKEN-LUJAH!

net at home again! un-fucken-believable!

[insert happyhappyjoyjoy mood here]

i hope i will never have to be net-less again. simply intolerable. i think i'll just enjoy the act of surfing for a lil while and then think abt filling you bunnies in with some of the highlights of the past two weeks (if i can think of any that is...).

grh,

"vituttaa ku pientä oravaa ku käpy on jäässä."

that's the best i can come up with to describe my mood atm. unfortunately it only really works in finnish. it involves tiny furry animals and frozen tv-dinners. don't ask.

went to see the new john waters flick a dirty shame on thursday and it was awesome. better than i expected actually. i was pissing myself from beginning to the end. half of it to the humour and half for the fact that it was just so very wrong. luveded it in other words.

was a lazy ass bitch last night and missed mardi gras. we got shitfaced at home and played cards instead. it wasn't as bad as it sounds even tho i was in pretty bad mood. to top it off i watched a really bad movie (alien vs predator). tho to balance it out a bit i finally had a chance to see a man without a past which was absolutely brilliant. definitely worth all that hype. strongly recomment it to anyone who hasn't seen it.

anyways, this net cafe is starting to shit me. i should have net at home tomorrow (FUCKEN FINALLY!) so i'll be with you then again. now over and out, bunnies.

back to uni

here i am again. back in the friggen uni comp labs because of net problems at home. it's almost like nothing has changed.

well, not quite true, instead of being restricted to exist in kingswood, i do get to escape the horrid reality of western sydney soon. just a train ride away from happyhappyjoyjoy world of newtown. no matter how i whinge, it is worth getting up at 5:30am every weekday morning.

it's great to see all my uni mates again. didn't even realise it but i really have missed them so much! and yes, they're still just as fucked up as they were at the end of the last semester. good value.

this year i'm doing video (aaagain!), drawing (tho i fully intend to use those classes for printmaking and "draw on the plates"), film studies (big fan of rutherford even tho she still does scare me a bit. but the unit seems really promising. can't wait.) and of course studio art.

looks like i have a busy but interesting semester ahead of me.

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tropfest on sunday was a ball. we were camping out at the domain since little past midday. we had it all: plankets, full on gourmet picnic dinner, playing cards and of course the goon. great fun i tell you.

grh.

ok. i'm pissed off. because of friggen telstra being so bloody useless, we don't have net in the house until 7th of march.

yes, i am homicidal.

so sorry bunnies, but i don't think i'll be blogging too much before i get my poor baby connected to the net again.

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i think i need to get someone to send me a new book from finland. i went through naisen seksuaalisuus in less than 24hrs. heh. also underlined half of the book on the way.

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saw the weirdest shit this morning.

the frenchman was doing his brekky as i came back from my jog. he was preparing tea, which was normal... but then he went and threw three weetbix blocks into his tea. let me repeat that: weetbix IN tea. right. i'm living with freaks. freaks i tell you.

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alright. better head to work.

boot me up babe...

"[health news]: if you are already eating your fruits and vegetables, exercising and taking your vitamins, you might ask what more you can do for your health. one answer might please you: have more sex.

...sex ... can give you a workout, depending upon how vigorous it is. after all, sex, and particularly orgasm, involves the contraction of muscles in the arms, legs and abdomen. also, your heart and breathing rates rise when you are sexually aroused just as they do when you exert yourself ... at the gym...

...british researchers who looked at about 900 middle-aged men found that men who had sex twice or more a week had a lower risk of heart attack over the course of 10 years than men who had sex less often...

...australian study from 2003 that found that that men in their 20s who ejaculated more then five times a week were one-third less likely to develop aggressive prostate cancer than men who ejaculated four to seven times a month...

...if you're in a relationship ... sex can "bring the relationship into harmony and make you and your partner feel closer, so you feel less stressed and more relaxed. and whether you are having sex with a partner or masturbating, orgasm itself can also help release tension. the surge of a hormone called oxytocin that occurs during orgasm may account for the both the stronger emotional connection and the tension relief. oxytocin appears to regulate blood pressure and temperature and even relieve pain and promote the healing of wounds. dr. ellison compares orgasm to "re-booting" your body and mind just as you would re-start a computer..."

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yay for salla!

nothing beats receiving a parcel in the post. absolutely nothing.

salla, a dear finnish friend of mine was raving on abt this book ages ago and got me all excited abt it too.

she promised to get the book for me and add a box of wiener nougat (an uber-yummy finnish milk free chocolate that is to die for) to the parcel as well.

this was over a month ago, so i had already lost any hope of actually receiving the package. i thought it would have been lost in to the bottomless pit of the australian customs.

but no. there it was, waiting for me when i was leaving for my jog.

congratulations. you are the "you smell like
butt" bunny. your brutally honest and
always say whats on your mind.

which happy bunny are you?
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fin: uutta tauhkaa suosikkilistalle

no nih. olipas kerrankin niin paljon ylimaaraista aikaa (ja masu niin taynna kanasalaattia ja soijabanaanipirteloa, ettei mihinkaan fyysisesti nayton tuijottamista vaativampaan aktiviteettiin kyennyt), etta kavin lapi blogilistan uusien blogien listalta viimeiseksi paivitetyt.

niin positiivisella mielella olin, etta useamman niista suosikkeihini lisasin. naita on tarkoitus tarkkailla jonkin aikaa, jos vaikka jaksaisivat kiinnostaa pitempaankin:

valokuvat jaksaa napata aina ja 365.fi - vuosi valokuvina vaikutti lupaavalta. kommentteja keskusteluun vaikutti paikalta loytaa linkkeja kiinnostavaan sisaltoon verkon uumenissa ja venkoilua oli vanka lukea.

kanssataiteilijoiden verkkoelon seuraaminen kiinnosti hetken mielijohteesta, joten cholegh, kuparipelto ja carborundi ilmestyivat suosikkilistalle muiden joukkoon.

jos naista vaikka sitten loytyisi uutta laatusisaltoa aikaisempien suosikkien rinnalle. toiveikas olen.

the talk

that was it, bunnies. now it's done.

it tried to lurk out of the darkness on saturday arvo during a coffee at circulate, but we were able to silence it. but there it was again on sunday and it sneaked in on us without a warning and it was too late to do anything abt it. we had to do it. we had The Talk[tm]. [insert here the doom song]

we - sunshine and myself - are now officially exclusive: a girlfriend and a boyfriend.

scary. wonderful but fucken scary.

a saint. a bloody saint.

i started the day with a jog and continued by cooking the chicken that i marinated last night. so it's healthy and oh-so-yummy chicken salad for me this week too.

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the french boy was talking me into going for a nude drawing class tonight and i have to say that even tho i'm scared shitless abt drawing in the public, i am very tempted. and i know i should go. i mean, i am doing a friggen drawing advanced unit this semester. i might as well start getting ready for it.

yes. i think i'll go. then i can pick up sunshine from work after the class. now wouldn't that be cute?

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oh and row just dropped off my wonder medicine. $11 and i should be on my way to a healthier (and better looking!) tomorrow.

i tried nature's cure a year ago and it helped within couple of weeks! now anyone who's ever had issues with their skin knows that any medicine takes friggen months and months to show even the least improvement. needless to say this shit is magical and i've been more than desperate to get more of it.

its practically impossible to find the drug in here due to the friggen impossible quarantine laws of australia. the previous time i got a montly dosage from my canadian flattie who had bought it from the states.

then a lil while ago i found out that one our friends was actually a naprapath and worked in a health store. i gave her a list of the incredients list and sure as hell she was able to make it for me. yay!

fuck-shit-fuck

fair enuff, it's been a while.

i can't remember the last time i was pms-homicidal, but i can tell you bunnies, that i am now. i am so friggen pissed off at the moment that it's not even funny. well, yes it is, but not to my poor flatmates who have to co-exist with me atm.

i have a bad habit of cranking out my nin collection as loud as i can handle while i'm cleaning up and/or drawing. today both. drawings look like shit but hey, at least my room is clean.

some people have the talent of making the world dance around their cock. actually something i admire in a point-and-laugh-sorta-way but that is as long as the choreography doesn't involve me. unfortunately this time i've been dragged into it. and i can tell you that it shits me to no ends.

i just hope that it doesn't end up shitting me too much. i'd hate to lose something wonderful because of someone else's shit. let's see.

but fuck me salmiakkivodka is good. i think i'll get shitfaced.

the house

the house has been quite interesting lately.

first of all there's this shit hot male thingie that has been making me happy for a while now. i'm starting to get quite convinced that he really is as wonderful as he seems. maybe even more.

then the frenchman drags home a bolivian artist from this art exhibition piss-up we went to. sergio's adorable, talented and even tho his english is not quite there, he's still a very cute pet to have around. he's been hanging around for few days now.

then without a warning sunshine marches in with his mum the other night. that was a bit of a shock. tho after a lovely thai dindin soaked in wine i was able to relax a bit and she turned out great.

and this morning when i wander downstairs to get a cup of coffee, there's some young lil male thingie that christy had dragged home with her. good on her.

i wonder what finds it's way into the house next...

--update

heh. looks like i was on the money with the future expectations.

just received a phone call telling me that someone is appearing in the house within the couple of hrs. poor boy.

i promised to be gentle. so no pointing and laughing (or mocking) for few days. well, at least untill we get a few beers into him. maybe then a little bit. but just a little.

it's a sick, sick world

reading this article on female genital mutilation made me physically sick. [via]

• "millions of women worldwide are living with the traumatic effects of genital mutilation. now, thanks to the determination of one french surgeon, a pioneering operation offers them the chance of normal lives."
  
  "dr foldes ... performs the operations in addition to his full-time hospital work. he refuses to charge for the surgery because he considers his patients to be victims of one of the biggest crimes against humanity. "victims shouldn't pay for the crimes against them. these women have already paid a huge price," he says. "it is like a violent rape which has involved family members."
  
  "fatoumata ... was the same age as her eldest daughter (6) when her mother and grandmother took her to local clinic where a medically trained midwife excised her clitoris, labia majora, and labia minora with the use of a local analgesic. what was left of the outer skin was then sewn together, leaving a pinhole opening."
  
  "i can't remember much about it. it was just an explosion of pain," fatoumata says. "the onset of menstruation was terrible. i had terrible stomach cramps because the blood couldn't flow as normal." when she married at 18, it was more than a year before she managed to have sex with her husband. "some women have to go with their husbands to midwives to get help. my husband was very patient and loving but intercourse for me was about pain not pleasure. other couples use little knives to make the opening a bit bigger each time but we couldn't stand the idea of that."
  
  "in the meantime, fatoumata cannot find words to express her gratitude. "yes, i was in pain after the operation, and yes, it reminded me of that dreadful time, but i feel so happy now. i can be with my husband like all women are with their men. i feel things i never felt before, and i am not in pain. i am feeling like a real woman."
  

right now i (once again) realise how incredibly lucky i have been to be born in a country like finland.

to be the disappointment of the year?

yes. i am so looking forward to seeing this and i have been for years and years ever since i first read the book... but at the same time i am so scared that it will be such a fucken flop.

the trailer looks like another men in black movie. i hope i'm wrong.

time to kick my own fat arse

this is it. i would like to officially launch The (Finnish) Summer 2005 Beach Babe Project as of this moment. in other words i want to be able to wear a set of skimpy bikinis without crying my eyes out on my next visit to finland.

this is the official death penalty to my wobbly bits and a serious public spanking to my sinful cravings. no more candy, no more pad thai (yes, even tho you can't see the tears i can assure you that i'm crying inside) and no more white fluffy bread. no.

it's all health health health from now on darling.

to kick start this good girl regime of mine i did a two hr workout followed by a one hr stretching session today. i even changed my regular office chair into a gym ball. yes, i know, i know: such a good girl i am. tonight i have to talk the boy into helping me too... knowing sunshine he shouldn't be too difficult to talk into following the famous angelina jolie method (*).

oh, and i'm going to cook my famous chicken salad and feast on it for the next few days. for once something healthy is uber-yummy too.

and before you shoot me down bunnies, i know it's pathetic and doomed, but hey... let a girl dream, will ya? i'm sure i'll be crash landing on my own in no time and you all get to point and laugh.

(* = "sex keeps me fit". even the weight watchers acknowledge that 5 minutes of active (no, starfish just won't do it) sex equals to 15 minutes of jogging. and fuck i hate jogging.)

i've been a bad girl

ok, i must be seriously ignoring my blogging addiction since it took nearly a week to notice a fellow blogger linking to my blog.

and what comes to me being laid back and tolerant? bullcrap. i'm stressed, pissed off and narrowminded. get that? good.

if any of that bs gets out in the public someone might think that i'm a nice person. and i'm not. really.

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i've got to stop this walking home from work shit. at least after day shift. last time i walked home, the total was abt $200 (three pairs of stiletto heels and a haircut). frig.

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oh and i booked tickets for the closing movie of the mardi gras film festival. it's the new john waters flick a dirty shame [trailer]. "threatening the very limits of common decency."

should be good.

fin: tarttunutta

1. milloin ja minne lensit viimeksi?
heinakuussa 2004 helsingista sydneyyn pysahtyen viikoksi hong kongissa. pekingin ankka rok.

2. kumpaa pidät parempana; lähtöä vai laskeutumista?
lahto tuntuu kivemmalta, mutta laskeutuminen on noin 30h lentamisen ja odottamisen jalkeen aika pirusti palkitsevampaa. helsinki ja sydney on aivan liian kaukana toisistaan.

3. ihan takana, keskellä vai edessä?
kunhan on kaytavapaikka niin muulla ei ole valia. erityisruokavalion tilatessa ruuan saa ensimmaisena joka tapauksessa.

4. oletko koskaan kärsinyt lentopelosta?
en.

5. minne aiot/tahtoisit lentää seuraavaksi?
suomeen. helsinki rok city. karjalanpiirakkaa, sikalan sienikasviskaaryleita ja hyla mansikkapuffettia on aivan kasittamaton ikava. ja ystavia. ja aitia. taytynee kuitenkin viela odottaa kesaan. tai siis talvilomaan. niin siis kesaan.

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i ♥ rooster

it is the year of the rooster, so it's only fair that it's finally on tap? and to celebrate that, what's better than a cocktail? well, a few of them of course.

sunshine took me out for dindin last night and since he was in a bit of a party mood we ended up having couple of drinkies as well. just two dry ciders and i was giggling my arse off. i really am a cheap date. good on him.

later on we headed to the darling harbour to meet up with couple of his friends. nothing like a fancy cocktail in an overpriced stuck up elitist bar. well, to be honest, i kinda like cohibar. they play good music and the sydney skyline view is just very pleasing to the eye on a warm summer night. not even mentioning the fact that the chicky behind the bar makes a mean cosmopolitan.

but yeh, that was the first drunken night for this year.

details

i love newtown - part 2

i was on my way to work yesterday and i noticed a poster stapled on the pole next to my bus stop:

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BOY WANTED FOR BOY

• must have no plans for the next five years
• must be hot i.e. symmetrical or with sexy deformities
• non smoker
• non homicidal optional
• hung like a shetland pony
• must recognise "international speak like a pirate day"
• if spontaneously combustible must come with fire extinguisher or fire planket
• must smell pretty

phone/sms 0422-xxxxxx

--

cracked me up.

butterflies

sorry bunnies, i've been distracted lately. very distracted indeed. too much flirting to do and sexual tension to built to actually have time to blog abt it.

there is a boy. there. i've said it.

i found him from my backyard. he was very arrogant sitting there smoking a cigarette and dissing my goon (especially since later on he finished the whole damn cask). he thought i was a dumb blonde vis. arts bint and i thought he was a dickhead. so naturally we got along great.

then we spend the whole beginning of the year sitting on the backyard couch all wrapped up in d&m's and him bewitching me little by little with his guitar.

the first kiss was magic. the second was even better. now i'm grinning non-stop like a stoopid lil teen girl and my tummy is filled with butterflies.

i thought i was too much of a cynical old hag for this shit.

meet the flatmates

since we just got a new flatmate who's moving in tomorrow morning, i thought it might be a good idea to finally intruduce the fuckwits i live with to you guys too.

here they are: sunshine the copywriter (24), christy the chef (20) and gael the new french dude (24).

daniel a.k.a. sunshine


christy


gael

i've lived with dan and christy for few months already and they both kick arse (unfortunately usually mine) and the new dude seems cool too. apart from the fact that he doesn't really speak any english. but hey, nothing that a shitload of alcohol wouldn't fix.

i do have a feeling you'll hear more abt these guys in the future whingings too.

it's funny how weather has such a big impact on us. i mean, just a lil taste of sunshine and i'm grinning like a teen girl.

i wonder what that's all about.

fin: kuin kissa kuumaa puuroa...

elamme jannittavia aikoja, pupuseni.

tiedattehan, kuinka sinkkuparat saa aina kuulla sen saman vanhan virren, etta harrastusta pitaa hankkia ja ihmisten ilmoilla pitaa liikkua, koska eihan sita nyt kotoa tulla hakemaan? paskapuhetta.

edellinen poika marssi kutsumatta olohuoneeseeni ja nama tuoreet perhoset loytyi omalta takapihalta. viime paivat ovat kuluneet vihjailevien hymyjen ja sanojen parissa kuin siivilla, eika loppua nay.

ans kattoo ny, jos vaikka sita vanhallakin onnistaisi.

taustamusiikkina: ursula rucker - circe (jazzanova mix) (serve chilled - cd2)