waste of time

now what would i do without the precious net?

there is so much time to waste (not!) and what would be a better way to do it than to surf the beloved web?

a fellow blogger skitso (in finnish) reminded me of the good old satanic messages in pop music. i had a good chuckle at this site and i have to admit that the britney bit ("with you i lose my mind give me a sign" >> "sleep with me i'm not too young") would be my favourite too.

and when i need fucked up popular media shit, i can always count on hunger3000 to hook me up with some. first he goes and shows us the most trippy and messed up kids' show boohbah. i mean, that shit is just evil.

and then, talking abt evil, he shows me that bert truly is. and this brings us back to back-masking: when you play "tickle me elmo" doll's original sound backwards he goes "what the fuck?!?"

not happy john

this lil girl is not happy. yesterday was the day when australia's stock crashed big time: the john howard government got re-elected.

i thought i'd keep my nose out of it since it's not my country and politics is definitely not my cup of tea, but i can't.

i am disappointed.

avoiding uni work (again)

alright. this is one of those lazy sundays when i know that i should be working on my assignments and shit, but end up doing anything but.

i started to think what has changed/happened during the last two years. two years ago i was about to go through probably some of the biggest changes in my entire life:

• i quit my job
• applied to a university
• changed my career path from commercial graphic design to fine arts
• ended a long term relationship
• went on a long backpack trip to asia
• moved from helsinki to sydney
• left all my family and friends behind
• commenced university studies in a foreign language

and that all was really fun. except of course leaving family and friends behind. thank gawd for internet, cause it's making it fairly simple to keep up with at least some of them. oh and i never expected it to be this difficult to give up lactose free edam cheese, real finnish dark rye bread, lactose free milk, dry apple upsider, salmiakki and hyla strawberry puffet ice creams...

and what has actually happened after i was queuing up to the check-in desk at helsinki international airport on 11th december 2002? i have:

• seen 5 new countries
• seen 10 major landmarks (or tourist attractions, what ever you want to call them) in 4 different countries
• made new friends from 17 different countries
• lived with a total of 9 different flatmates
• got into and out of two relationships
• fallen in head over heels two times (funny enough only one is the same as above)
• completed three semesters of fine arts studies in a local university (will complete fourth in a month or so)
• sold four artworks
• learned to be proud to refer to myself with terms like "european", "scandinavian" or "finnish"
• learned to drink white wine
• gone blonde
• bought 27 new pairs of shoes
• broadened my taste in music (adding artists like nine inch nails, rammstein, marilyn manson, the white stripes, arab strap, john butler trio, a perfect circle etc on my playing list)
• learned to appreciate the existence of swivel taps, drying cupboards, central heating and front loaded washing machines
• learned to be much more tolerant, adaptive and patient with everything and (almost)everyone
• started to do method putkisto
• lerned to eat (and love) soy products like milk, cheese and tofu
• got addicted on sushi
• lived three months on plain 3 minute mi goreng noodles (don't try this at home bunnies, NOT HEALTHY)
• hurled my guts out while someone was holding my hair back for the first time in my life
• started blogging
• (and last but definitely not least) have found out a lot about myself that i had not realised i was cabable of before

alright, i think that's enough of a list for now even though i could still continue it. i'd like to add shit like "drank x litres of goon", "finished x bottles of whiskey", "paid $x of tuition fees", "spent $x on booze and partying" and so on, but i think calculating those figures would be way too depressing...

big day out 2005

woohooo! next big day out is starting to look pretty promising!

big day out 2005 line up:

• beastie boys
• system of a down
• chemical brothers
• the music
• the streets
• the donnas
• freestylers
• powderfinger
• grinspoon
• john butler trio
• concord dawn
• eskimo joe
• infusion
• butterfingers
• little birdy
• dallas crane

the tickets are $103 but i reckon it'll be worth it if we'll get a good group of ppl going.

i didn't go this year but i did go to bdo2003 and it was great. in 2003 i saw: underworld, foo fighters, kraftwerk (wooot!), the music, pj harvey, and some more that i can't remember anymore. the rest were alright, but kraftwerk and underworld were just fantastic!

fin: avautumista ilman aivoja...

paa tyhja. siis tyypillinen lauantai.

hitto. eilinen shoppausreissu meinasi koitua yhden havainnointihairioisen kaupustelijan paan menoksi. kaveltiin perinteisessa perjantaikoomassa chrissin kanssa ympariinsa sorbettia metsastaen, kun joku kirottu rahankeraaja pysaytti meidat kysyakseen, etta "onko teilla kenties kouluikaisia lapsia?" ..."kouluikaisia lapsia"?!?

olisin varmaan kuristanut poikaparan paljain kasin, ellei chris olisi arvioinut tilannetta salaman nopeasti ja raahannut mut kadenmittaa pidemmalle ennen kuin pojan sanat lopullisesti upposi tajuntaan. nirsk.

jarkytyksen jalkeen oli pakko raahautua hedelma ja pullokaupan kautta chrissin terassille ja parannella haavoja mango-banaani-rommi-blenderdrinksujen aaressa. helpotti kuulkaas kummasti.

myohemmin jatkettiin taas tavanomaiseen tapaan pahvitonkkavalkkarilla ja rommikolalla. siina kaytiin taas kuulkaas lapi miehet ja naiset ja ihmissuhteet ja seksi ja tiesmita taikamman tarkkuudella: mitaan ei jaanyt ruopimatta. kahden epatoivoisen saatajasinkun sotkuista saisi aikaiseksi jo romaanin.

juorutaan tehokkaammin kuin keskikokoisen kylan marttakerho konsanaan. ihanaa.

alcohol and boredom leads to pointing and laughing

you know what bunnies? alcohol and boredom is not a healthy combination. entertaining for sure, but definitely not healthy.

this particular bar night? well. first we (naturally) drank and bullshitted as usual. then we drank and bullshitted some more. then we got bored. so bored that someone had to bring up the weather as the topic of the conversation and somehow one thing lead to another. we got from sunshine to heat, from heat to hot and sweaty and from hot and sweaty to how a shaved head would actually be really cool and refreshing look for the summer. not good, not good at all.

see, normally due to the lack of means this would be forgotten by the time the guys got the next round of beers, but not when there's a fully equipped (and awfully trashed) former hairdresser in the house.

less than 1/4 of a beer later my poor flatmate was seated at the backyard while i was hooking up the shaver and asking if it was 2mm or 3mm he wished for.

1/2 of a beer later we realise that it might have been a good idea to consult his dear girlfriend *before* we shaved the mohawk.

few more beers later, while witnessing the mohawk joining the rest of his hair on the ground, we realise that it might have been an even better idea to wait till *after* the student residence ball to shave him. fantastic.

i've said it before and i'll say it again: uni life, gotta love it!

just a quick thought...

i was just listening to the local radio and it confirmed my previous thoughts about how nations should officially take responsibility for the horrors they unleash to the world.

germany should officially apologise for scooter in a similar matter as canada should apologise for bryan adams and celine dion.

and the fucken radio stations should apologise for not burning certain recordings a long time ago.

one step closer...

yay! we sold one of our burtonesque prints with paul.

heh. now i almost feel like an artist. it's really the biggest compliment you can give someone: to be willing to pay to own a work s/he has done.

previously i have sold (only) two works of my own: goddess etching and thoughts reduction lino cuts (a pair of two images: "her erected nipples kept me awake at night" & "it has been ages since i had fish for dinner")

this really gives me hope that maybe i'm on the right track after all. not that i'd really ever expect to make a living as a practising artist, but at least i know that someone appreciates what i'm doing.

i think i'll celebrate this over a glass or two of white wine tonite.

quote of the day

"the kitchen tap dribbled like a diuretic gerbil..."

- from good omens by pratchett & gaiman

it's blending time!

the sunshine is a clear sign that it's time to dig up that dear shiny blender from the back of the kitchen cupboard.

i lived the whole last summer on smoothies, shakes and fruit ice thingies. nothing's better than a cold smoothie made from fresh fruits to cool down a sunny and baking hot sydney arvo. (except of course blender-drinky-nights, but we'll get to that as soon as the season begins...).

i had the first smoothie of the season today and here's the recipe:

tp's banana mango smoothie:
(enough for one BIG glass)

• a banana
• half a mango
• 0,4 litres of soy milk (preferably so good essential)
• (one teaspoon of psyllium husk to thicken it up)

chuck it all in the beloved blender, blend till smooth and enjoy!

burton doing a remake of charlie and the chocolate factory!

now this is the best movie related news i've heard for ages! i'm not a big fan of remakes, except if they're done by one of *the* directors. yesterday ivar tipped me to the coolest upcoming movie:

tim burton is directing the remake of charlie and the chocolate factory and johnny depp is doing the role of willy wonka!

"well, i don't want to crush people's childhood dreams, but the original film is sappy," burton says. "it's sappy when it shouldn't be sappy and it's weird. let's just say it's not one of my personal favorites. i'd rate 'chitty chitty bang bang' much higher."

this should be good!

yay! net at home again!

the net is FINALLY working again. no more running to the comp labs and using those pathetic excuses of a computer to piss me off.

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i lodged my application to change uni today. kinda scary since it's quite a big step.

i also realised that my toefl score got old a month ago. one-fucken-month. if they are going to force me to do a new 160us$ test even though i've been living in here since i took the previous one i'll go bloody ballistic, i can promise you that.

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ooh! booked places for the student residence ball today. and what's best i scored my favourite shit hot date for it too. fan-tas-tic. i swear, a gorgeous guy in a well fitted pinstripe suit must be the hottest thing on this planet. i cannot wait. i'll have to do the whole lady-in-red shit, since it just goes with pinstripe so well.

everyone is starting to get pretty hyped up abt the ball already and i reckon it'll be a fantastic night out. the restaurant is on elizabeth st. in the city and it's supposed to be a v. nice place too. tho i know that no matter what the place is like this time, it will be better than the last place we went to.

we had our mid-year thingy at the bondi golf club. i don't even want to know who's bright idea it was to choose a place just by checking their website instead of actually seeing it irl. anyways, it was the dodgiest joint i've ever set my foot in. (yes, even worse than pioneer's) but since the place was so horrid, everyone just got shitfaced record speed and it ended up being a great night out. i think the bus stopped for a hurl break 4 times on our way back.

i can tell you, bunnies, that it's a hilarious sight seeing a row of 4-8 chicks in formal frocks nicely side by side hurling their guts out in a very non-lady-like manner. thank gawd i was passed out in the bus by this point and did not witness that.

uni life. gotta love it.

bitchin' ritual

we have this "shopping" ritual with chris: i walk up to his place so that he can drive us grocery shopping. but by the time we get to coles we have already decided to stop by at the bottle-o to grab a bottle of white wine and then head to the b.y.o. thai next door. then we just order our usuals and bitch for an hour or two.

that place serves one of the best pad thai's i've had outside thailand and it's safe (i KNOW that there's no dairy in it). it's very relaxing, perfect way to catch up and we both know the script so well already that it works like a charm. i've labeled chris as my "official bitching partner".

excellent i tell you.

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ooh! today was the first real bikini day for this spring! it was just fan-tas-tic! there i was, sitting in the sun in my lil bikinis, enjoying my arvo coffee and perving on the perty young half nekkid blokes playing volley ball. perty i tell you, oh-so-perty.

you gotta love the sun!

grah.

more reality dreams. this shit is starting to mess with me already.

last night i dreamed that i was sleeping on this very comfy big bed next to this certain shit hot guy and i rolled over in my sleep to snuggle him. then i fucken woke up cause i hit the wall. not nice. i would have much rather opened my eyes to see him than the wall.

felt like an idiot.

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the weather is amazing today. the sun is shining and everything is just perfect. i think i'll do some deep stretching outdoors today. maybe even a longish walk if i can get someone talked into joining me.

fuck. ROLLERBLADING. that's what i want to do.

timeframe

finally got my timeframe prints editioned. here's pictures of the coloured edition.

a/p "sweet, sweet lollies..." t.p. 2004
reduction lino cut with three colours - 120mm x 120mm

a/p "...i can still recall the taste" t.p. 2004
reduction lino cut with three colours - 120mm x 120mm

i'll put up pictures of the the brown polaroid edition later.

whoa... hello! loud voice. very pain!

there i was, once again bored shitless at home and feeling very vulnerable to temptation. sure as hell i can trust the other scandinavian influence on campus to get me into trouble. just when i was abt to give in, go upstairs and start working on my uni shit - ta-dah - enter sophie and i find myself signing up for today's hangover.

i know. i fully deserve it. but it still hurts.

as far as nightlife goes, penrith is NOT the place. like, everyone goes to panthers and it's BAD (for finns: think of a stockholm cruise boat on dry land). we didn't really want to go to there so we decided to head to pioneer's for some pool. it did sound bad, but i figured that it couldn't be any worse than panthers. wrong, oh SO wrong.

we walk in to this dodgy as hell karaoke shithole. karaoke of all things! the first thing i experience is some middle aged beer gut westie bloke singing "i wanna know what love is" way out of tune and way too loud. and when the 150kg/each twin sisters on high heels step in to replace him and do their version of "all that jazz" i knew it was our cue to get the hell out of there. so panthers it was. we figured that if we get shitfaced it will at least erase that previous pioneer's experience for good.

and what's the lesson bunnies? it's all abt perspective. panthers felt like the best fucken place i have ever been to. we ended up having a ball.

fin: ylimaaraista prosessointiaikaa

nettiaddiktion vieroitusoireet ilmenevat hassuin tavoin. kun en yhtakkia olekaan turruttanut paaparkaani tata helvetin ruutua tuijottaen, niin olen huomannut ajattelevani asioita enemman. eittamatta liikaa.

eniten mieliparkaani on viimeaikoina askarruttanut vahitellen muotoutuva teoria tasapainosta. tiedattehan, kuinka kaikki pitemmalla aikajanalla tasoittuu harmaaksi massaksi siihen tunneskaalan keskialueelle. tiistaina lensin korkealla ja siella pysyin viela keskiviikonkin. mutta valittomasti torstaina tultiinkin sitten jo alas ja lujaa ja perjantaina oltiin niin alamaissa, ettei pahemmasta valia. siis nain lauantaina taaksepain katsoessa koko viikko on kovasti tapasainossa. tietystikin kyse on ihmissuhteista.

peli on nautinnollista ainoastaan haasteellisena. vaikka valilla sita erehtyykin haikailemaan, etta voisi olla tyytyvainen ja onnellinen hetken ilman jatkuvaa strategista suunnittelua, ei se todellisuudessa kauaa kestaisi. tunnen itseni aivan liian hyvin odottaakseni mielenkiintoni sailyvan pitkien suvantojen ohi. myrskya sen pitaa olla ja vuoristorataa.

ja lusikkakeskustelua jatkaakseni: allekirjoittaneelta lusikkaa ei loydy hanasta, jotenka harvinaista hupia se. ehkapa juuri siksi siita pitaakin muistaa nauttia silloin kun kohdalle sattuu. mutta jos ei ole varuillaan, niin lyhyt lusikkaeuforinen kokemus saattaa muuntua hyvin nopeasti moisen jatkumon uupumisen vatvomiseksi.

ihminen on masokistinen elain ja kohta taas lennetaan.

grah.

what a lovely way to start a morning to walk 10mins to the fucken uni computer labs just to check my mail. of course this net problem has to happen right when i'm waiting for an important email.

i had a fucked up reality dream last night again. you know those dreams that seem so real that the next day you end up wondering if it did in fact happen or not.

well, in my dream i was back home in finland, sleeping in my old bed. so when i woke up to the sounds of ppl talking outside my room, i half expected to hear my mum to come and wake me up for brekky and see my old room around me when i open my eyes. i was quite disappointed to realise that it was just a dream. i think i'm a bit homesick again.

np: freak power - turn on, tune in, cop out

heh, i think we made a record in being bored shitless with my flatmate craig last night: we ended up playing civilization III on the network against each other. i naturally kicked his arse. (the lan still works even tho the internet is down)

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warning: following blog entry is rated R (18+) - contains very coarse language and bitter whinging.

fuckenfuckenfuckenFUCK!

the uni it helpdesk is useless fucken waste of office space! there was a power shortage on uni at 10am and the useless fucken cunts couldn't get anyone to fix the situation before 5pm and then the bitch just shrugs and says "tough luck, we don't have any one in here to send over anymore. everyone has left work already..." un-FUCKEN-believable! the fact that monday is labor day and thus a public holiday doesn't make the situation any better. no net before tuesday. NO FUCKEN NET BEFORE TUESDAY! [insert sounds representing homicidal rage here]

the it helpdesk needs to die.

and that's not all bunnies: i just piked out of a weekend long piss out at wagga AND a weekend long electric art thingo in newcastle! ALL THIS because i decided to be a good girl and start working on my asian cinema essay this weekend. now of course, having no net at home makes this impossible. so i just missed out on all the fucken fun in the world for absolutely fucken nothing.

dear uws it helpdesk: all i can do is quote a friend of mine: "i've had turds more useful than you."

a rainy friday morning

okokOK, i know that this place really needs every drop of rain it gets, but still. i don't like it.

here i am, sitting in front of my computer with my morning coffee, trying to turn the music just loud enough to hide the sound of the rain behind my blinds but still keep it down so that i won't wake up the flatmate sleeping behind the wall. i don't want to meet the rain just yet.

the only good thing abt rain is that i get to use my pretty sunflower umbrella. of course i could also wrap myself in halti goretex goodness, but i think i prefer the umbrella today.

it's asian cinema morning and i'm such a slacker that i didn't do my reader yesterday. i suck. oh and i'm terrified: we're getting our film logs back this week. this is the first time in two years when i honestly have no idea if i did good or not. i really like the lecturer, but she scares the shit out of me.

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np: a perfect circle - the package

eye on what i'm after
i don't need another friend
nod and watch your lips move
if you need me to pretend
because clever got me this far
then tricky got me in
i'll take just what i came for
then I'm out the door again