big decisions

ok, this is it. i have decided to transfer over to cofa for my third year. i just emailed the head of program at cofa abt it and let's hope that everything goes as planned.

even though i have fully enjoyed my first two years at uws, i do feel it's time to move on. i know that i am going to miss all my lecturers like hell, but i need to get out of penrith(*). there is always the possibility that i'm heading back home after my third year and in that case i want to live in the city for at least one year. besides, the uni funding cutbacks are going to hit uws really bad next semester and i'm paying shitloads for this fun.

(* for all you non-sydney-siders: penrith is a western sydney suburb that's abt one hr train ride away from the city (=central station on the map), where as cofa campus is next to museum station right in the city.

i could describe the current situation as living and studying at lahti and training it to helsinki for every night out, party and gallery opening. it's fine for a while but it starts to piss the shit out of you after a while.)

fin: no pakko kai minunkin on sitten...

mea sen aloitti, tira jatkoi ja sitten se levisi kaikkialle. eli kuka halaa keta ja kenelle kaannetaan selka.

lusikka erittain hyva, samoin jompikumpi selallaan ja toinen kylkeen kietoutuneena. mutta taytyy myontaa, etta olen hieman eri mielta tiran kanssa: tira julistaa naisen sylissaolemisen puolesta ja vaikka myonnankin, etta tiran suosimassa asetelmassa on etunsa, niin samaan hengen vetoon vaadin kylla ehdottomasti oikeuden olla myos sylissapitajan osassa. molempi parempi.

vaikka olenkin sen verran vanhanaikainen, etta suosin itseani pidempaa miesta (ei ihan hirvean haastavaa, kun en itse ylla kuin 160cm korkeuteen), niin en pida liian pitkista ja harteikkaista miehista, vaikka kauempaa kovasti silmaa miellyttaisivatkin. tama pohjautuu ihan henkilokohtaiseen empiiriseen testaamiseen: edellisessa suhteessa mies oli lahes parimetrinen ja urheilullisen harteikas luokkaa ladonovi. lahikaytto tuntui kuukausien treenin jalkeenkin kovasti kompelolta ja tunsin vain aina olevani kovin pieni ja hentoinen neitiolento. ei kivaa pitemman paalle.

vasen kuva: liian pitka mies - alla 10cm korkoja ja silti muistutan miehen rinnalla lahinna pygmia

oikea kuva: bueno - alla 5cm korkoja ja mies on juuri oikean mittainen

oikeastaan sen voisi maaritella nain: optimaalinen pituusero = kasvokkain seisoessa mies on juuri oikealla korkeudella suudellakseen neidin otsaa (tama siis ilman korkoja) ...muut samaa mielta?

sitapaitsi sankyyn palataksemme, mika onkaan parempi tapa nautiskella kumppanin hyvin muodostuneesta selasta ja harteista kuin lusikointi "vaarinpain"? heraamista ajatellen myos talla asetelmalla on etunsa...

"poor baby. can we make spoons?"

- fabienne, pulp fiction

meanwhile, back in the real world...

ok, here we go again. time to focus on uni work and get this shit done...

i'm hoping to finish my three plate process prints today. shouldn't be too difficult. all i need to do is to carve the last block of lino and print the third colour.

tonight is uni bar night, but i reckon i'll give it a miss once again. i'll go and see the pool comp tho. never pass an opportunity to do some quality pointing and laughing.

that reminds me: how the fuck can pad thai contain dairy? my uber-good date dindin the other night is still making my tummy cramp like hell. and it's been two days. i thought i could trust asian food. fucken lactose-intolerance. not fair.

oh well, enough whinging, time to get shit done. have a great day bunnies!

almost forgot: soundtrack for the day is ministry of sound - acid jazz classics 2004 and to pick a song i'll go for: cd2 - track09 - izit - stories

sometimes life is very, very good

a perfect date. what else can i say?

starting out with my shit hot date taking me to a really nice thai place for dinner, continued by a really good play at sydney theatre (those bums were just phenomenal!) and ending with a beautiful and romantic walk by the water in the middle of the night = a perfect date.

i had forgotten what fantastic bodies dancers have. i think i missed half of the performance because i was too fixated on the leading guy's buttocks. that, my dear bunnies, was art.

and the walk was absolutely awesome! we got lost when we were trying to find a cab and ended up walking back to the circular queue under the harbor bridge. it was a perfect quiet warm night with just a gentle breeze and the sydney skyline has never looked more beautiful. couldn't have planned it better. it made me remeber just why i love sydney so much.

after this we of course continued the party and marinaded ourselves in white wine (...hence the throbbing pain in my brain, but it was oh so worth it!).

fan-tas-tic. thanks hunny, you rok.

oops, where did that monday go?

dear, oh dear! a whole day without blogging? i musta been a busy girl yesterday!

we viewed all the first project video works in video art yesterday and some of that shit was really good. tho of course some of the stuff was just total scheisse. but hey, that's the way it always goes. hunger3000 kicked arse once again. he is one fucked up guy and i really love his work.

i decided that i needed to go to the gym too. i think it's a good idea to work out all that sexual frustration so that i won't jump my poor date straight away today. one hr of full on working out followed by an hr of method putkisto deep stretching should allow me to behave today.

today? today i need to do the studio art group critique and today is also the sydney theatre day. so if everything goes well, i'll walk out of the studio with shitloads of constructive critique and know exactly what i want to do with my project, go home and doll up, train it to the city, have a perfect date with this shit hot guy, enjoy the dance show and train it home safely.

i hope the show will be really good or i'll scare (and scar) my date for the rest of his life. ...you always have to be careful with the shit hot dates, cause you want to be able to invite them again. all you need is one wanna-be-full-on-out-there-but-really-is-just-a-piece-of-useless-wank art exhibition, to turn an average person off from art exhibitions for the rest of his/hers life.

beddy-bed time

alright, i've been a good enough girl for today. it's time to get some sleep before tomorrow morning's video art. nite nite bunnies and here's a good tune to enjoy before going to bed:

np: a perfect circle - the package
"clever got me this far
then tricky got me in
eye on what i'm after
i don't need another friend
smile and drop the cliche
'till you think i'm listening
i take just what i came for
then i'm out the door again"

yay for caffeine od!

i was able to come up with an image after all... not so sure if it's a good one, but at least i have something to move on with now.

part 2 of "for once, one knob is better than two"
a combination of screen printing and reduction lino cut
designed to be folded horisontally in five parts
and to be inserted inside the "tap book"

at some point the frustration with double knob taps turned into urinal portraits of the men in my past and present life. the first four prints are men from my past and the fifth still remains without a label.

• cyan = a laid back, soothing and wonderful person who balanced me out and made me happy
• magenta = a passionate drama queen who turned me on but also pissed the shit out of me
• yellow = a best friend bf who showed me the world
• white = a cold and distant person who i failed to connect with
• CMYK = a very interesting someone who i haven't quite yet figured out

so there they are, the five men that are somehow connected to the person i am today, turned into kitsch urinals.

i'm thinking about changing the title of the project from "for once, one knob is better than two" into "maybe once one knob could replace a few"?

today, i'm UNproductive

i should be working on my studio arts project like a 20cent slut, but of course i'm not. i've been cleaning, bullshitting, kicking three native arses in scrabble (yay for me!), blogging, manicure, pedicure, coloured my hair, playing the unit16 official it-helpdesk... and i think i need to do laundry too. in other words: everything but my image. i suck.

btw that reminds me: i got a sort-of-a job! i'm the new on-campus it-slut. it pays shit and there's hardly any work to do but hey, it's better than nuthin.

alright, time for plan b: i shall od on caffeine and try to sketch while i'm twitching so badly that i can hardly hold on to the pencil. that should give me some interesting results. must come up with something to do with taps, knobs, bathrooms, wall tiles, sinks... bathroom porn? nah, too george michael-ish. i can do better than that. (or at least i bloody well hope i can!)

[insert brains here] and press ok to continue

oz dictionary - part 2

here's some essential aussie lingo for a good night out:

drunk:
blotto, tanked, plastered, faceless, legless, rat-arsed, pissed to the eyeballs, sloshed, pissed out of your brain, maggot, supermaggot (the state you have to be in to call someone up at 5am)

drugged:
off the planet, loaded, spacey, stoked, off one's face, stoned, smashed, ripped, spaced out, high as a kite

throw up:
chunder, spew, ralph, hurl, drive the porcelain bus, do a technicolour yawn, chunderspew, blow chunks

stocking up and pre-drinkies:
bottle-o = bottle shop = liqueur store
bundy = bundaberg rum
esky = portable ice-box
goon = cheap wine sold in a cardboard cask (abt 6e/4l)
dunny = toilet
b.y.o. = bring your own (alcohol) restaurant

handy during the pub crawl:
wanker/tosser = idiot and/or pretentious person
piece of piss = easy task
reckon! = you bet!
prozzie = prostitute
quickie = quick sex
tazzie = tasmania (also pussy: "did ya touch her taz?")
tinnie = can of a beer
undies = underwear
comfy = comfortable
arvo = afternoon
mad as a cut snake = angry
weak as piss = weakness
crack the shits/go apeshit = to lose one's temper

and to wrap it up:
"my bloody flatmate went apeshit on me, so i cracked the shits, and stopped over at a bottle-o on my way to the b.y.o. my mate and i got pissed to the eyeballs and wanted to continue with a pub crawl but the goon at home seemed more comfy. i reckon i'll end up hurling my guts out in the dunny tomorrow arvo."

fin: nirsk.

no niin, kyllahan tata tasapainoa jo ihmeen kauan kestikin. asuminen samassa opiskelijakampassa neljan muun ihmisen kanssa on kuulkaas harvinaisen rajahdysaltis yhtalo. bensaa oli jo jonkin aikaa heinaladon paalle valeltu, mutta tanaan sitten joku vihdoin ja viimein raapaisi sen uupuvan tulitikun. avot.

kuka toi makkaratikut ja hk:n sinisen?

one small step for a girly...

damn american influence. there goes my healthy(?) diet. lynne just made me my first ever peanutbutter and jelly sandwich and it was SO good. i can so see myself having another one.

np: morcheeba - over and over

talking abt american cultural influence: i just watched porn star - the legend of ron jeremy today. quite sad really.

i think my home sickness is starting to show again... i bought a new haircolour today and when i was paying for it at the counter i noticed that the name of the colour i had picked was "helsinki". heh.

now it's time to get some sleep before the one who can get away with waking me up in the middle of the night does so.

np: air - you make it easy

nite nite bunnies!

thank gawd it's friday!

agh. someone woke me up today with a phone call at 6am(!), just because he was bored. that person should be pretty fucken grateful abt the level of diplomacy that i was able to pull out before hanging up on him. considering that he woke me up way too early on a weekday after a bar night, the fact that i did not tell him to fuck off was practically a miracle. i know of only one person who can get away with that and this was not him.

oh, and i just got my portfolio back from the international office. that was rather quick considering that i've been calling after it only for abt TWO FUCKEN YEARS! this chick calls me up going "...the office is moving to another building and i found this portfolio between my table and the wall and i think it has your name on it..." great. bloody useless waste of office space. oh well, i guess i should be happy that it still exists since my hope of ever seeing it again was long gone.

asian cinema was very good today. the funny thing was that before we began watching the movie the teacher goes "er... alright, i feel that i have to warn you: if there is anyone in here who is even mildly suicidal or depressed, please DO NOT watch the whole movie. you need to leave before the end of the movie cause this might just push you over the edge..." that's when i knew that this shit had to be good.

we watched masahiro shinoda's double suicide, a japanese black'n white movie form 1969. visually it was stunningly beautiful and the constant referencing to bunraku puppet theatre added a really interesting layer to the movie. though i have to admit that (being a finn and all,) the whole giri-ninjo aspect is pretty much lost on me: i just don't get it. i know what it's supposed to mean, but it just doesn't do anything to me.

fin: hs verkkoliite - maailman ihmisia

no jo oli aikakin! siemens lupailee tuoda markkinoille puhelimen pahan hajuisen hengityksen tunnistavalla mikrosirulla, joka tunnistaa myos mm. alkoholin sulotuoksut. jos tama kannykka sitten vihdoinkin toisi markkinoille kannipuhelut ja -tekstarit estavan toiminnon!

"*PA-POW* - declined, you are too drunk to make that phone call."

jos allekirjoittaneelta kysytaan, niin tama toiminto olisi pitanyt olla vakiona jo ensimmaisista kannykkamalleista lahtien. niin paljolta vahingolta olisi saastytty.

vaan toisaalta, onhan se kylla melkoisen huvittavaakin. mieleen tulee muutaman viikon takainen puhelu aamuviiden aikoihin *silta* pojalta, joka oli kylla varsin viihdyttavaa ja ehdottomasti sen heraamisen arvoinen. eipa ainakaan kay tylsaksi.

fin: addiktoivaa touhua tama

no niin, nyt on sitten niin maan vietavasti kielet sekaisin, ettei tasta tule enaa yhtaan mitaan. olen tanaan alkanut selittamaan tohkeissani jotain tuiki tarkeaa selkealla suomen kielella jo kolmeen otteeseen. siis suomessahan ei sinallaan ole mitaan vikaa, mutta jostain syysta se ei vaan oikein uppoa naihin paikallisiin. skarppaa nainen!

hih, taas tuli turpaan pallon toiselta puolelta: misu taisi tulkita mukinani hieman liian ponnekkaana, vaikka sen oli toki tarkoitus olla vain ikakriisin vallassa vellovan haluan-olla-yha-nuori-ja-hehkee-raahkan saalittavaa katinaa. tai ainakin jotain alahdyksen tapaista kalikan kalauttamalta koiralta. aikaisemmat havainnot kun saivat minut hihitellen lukemaan omaa tekstiani taaksepain todeten, etta en taida ainakaan fiksummalta tai vanhemmalta haluta kuulostaa. tuore ikakriisin ilmenemismuoto siis rekisteroity.

siita puheenollen, taas totesin perinteisen torstain pre-drinkies tuokion tohinassa, etta kumman nuorekkaan lihan markkinoille sita on taalla eksynyt. paikallaolijoiden ikahaarukka oli palttiarallaa yhdeksastatoista hiukan paalle pariinkymppiin. mikas siina, nuorena pitaa kunhan vaan muistaa kikattaa parin viinilasillisen jalkeen kuin aito vaaleaverikko konsanaan ja pitaa pokka kun omaa ikaa arvaillaan siihen kahdenkympin hujakoille...

this, my dear bunnies, is a fantastic day!

...and i haven't even opened the curtains yet.

last thing i heard before i went to sleep yesterday was that i won the draw for two tickets to go see some rooms, a sydney dance co show going now in the sydney theatre!

and as the sweet, sweet icing on the cake i already scored a shit hot date for it too.

WOOHOOO!

one of those days

this is definitely one of Those Days [tm], days when my life just resembles a b-grade soap opera to a point that all i can do is sit back, observe and giggle my arse off. but enough about that. maybe i'll fill in the gaps later.

this might actually worry me if i still had any bit of sanity left, but i fear that my recent studies have taken care of that pretty efficiently. i think that last bit left me somewhere between the one hour lecture on colourful rat shit and the one where my male lecturer was showing us porn while waving a massive realistic dildo in his hand. i think he was raving on about his fantastic idea of making a pulse measuring remote out of the dildo or someshit. both excellent lectures by the way. but sane? hardly.

but as i've mentioned repeatedly: i'm having the time of my life! ...i wonder if this says more abt me or the course i'm doing?

fin: [ikakriisi hiipii]

Tira&Misu&EG: Misu: "Havainto ja yleistys: mitä nuorempi bloggaaja, sitä enemmän ko. yksilö pyrkii vaikuttamaan ikäistään vanhemmalta ja älykkäämmältä. "

tulkitaankos allekirjoittaneen kompelo suomi ja viela onnettomampi lontoon murre (loputtomilla alatyylin sanoilla maustettuna molemmat) sitten vakavaksi ikakriisiksi, hah? siis taysin ennen aikaistahan moinen olisi!

sitapaitsi, toistakaa perassani arvon neidot: "you're only as old as the one you're feeling"

fin: vaihteeksi kotimaisella

(sorry bunnies, this whinging in finnish only...)

puuh. menee hankalaksi. pinserin myota olen pahasti jaanyt koukkuun suomalaisiin blogeihin ja se alkaa kovasti paljon sujuvaan paikalliseen ankyttamiseen vaikuttamaan. sanoja joutuu hakemaan niin pirusti tuon tuostakin. hittolainen.

viimeksi taman koin painvastaisesti kotosuomessa kesalla vieraillessani. kovasti selitin tosissani "silmakontaktista" ja ylellinen kohteliaisuuteni otettiin vastaan lahinna vittuiluna. jopa oma aiti-parkani hihitteli avoimesti ensimmaiset muutaman paivaa, etta "eihan noin puhu kukaan! mita ihmetta ne on sulle siella tehneet?". eniten taisi olla huolissaan kiroilun puuttumisesta...

kai se niin on, etta kun taalla ei paase suomea ollenkaan tavaamaan (minahan en ulkomaan puheluihin rahaa tuhlaa prkl, kun silla saa kerran viiniakin!) ja kaikki kotimaisen kaytto on oikeastaan sahkopostin kirjoittamista, niin se muokkaa omaa sanavarastoakin suhteellisen nopeasti.

kauhulla odotan sita paivaa, kun kotosuomeen palaan ja kuulostan kuin kuningas andylta konsanaan. ei lainkaan hyva.

focus woman, focus!

grah. it's wednesday again. the day when i don't have uni, but i still have to drag my arse to the printmaking class to keep up with my work. i have four (holy shit!) prints to do at the moment:

1. the collaboration with paul
2. the collaboration with janis
3. the three plate process print
4. my bloody taps for studio art

and this is for printmaking, which is only one of my four subjects. yeh i know, i'm stuffed.

--

i am having some difficulties concentrating on my uni work. i have too many other things going on in my mind:

in a way i'm waiting for the semester to end so that i might be able to finally figure out one funny sidekick in this movie called my life. it could be good or it could be nothing. i'm curious and a bit eager to find out. but at the same time the semester ending means the end of my second year in here. which leaves only one year left. i can't believe that i've already been for so long. over 1,5 yrs!

everyone keeps asking me what i'm doing after next year... how should i know?!? i mean, i hardly know what i'm doing next week. freaky shit. i don't even know what country i want to be in... stay here in australia? go back to finland? maybe continue my studies somewhere in europe? move to spain and finally learn spanish? move to stockholm and brush up my (currently useless) swedish?

see, if i was an aussie, this shit would be easy: i'd just get a scholarship to do my honours and masters and that's it. couple of years more time to figure it all out. but no, i always seem to have this habit of playing the game on a higher difficulty level.

at the moment i feel like staying here in australia for longer. i do really love this place. sunshine is where it's at.

but now: printmaking time. over and out, bunnies.

the colour "clean"

you know that mysterious, hard-to-name-or-explain colour area between blue and green? it's something around cyan and turquoise but you're always forced to add the explaining "you know, kinda like baby blue but not" or "like watery blue but with green in it and shit" to define it. i've decided to call it "clean" from now on.

the bluer end of it can be seen in pools and swimming halls, the half way fills hair salons and beauty product lines and the greener end can be found in all the cleaning products as well as the hospitals everywhere.

see? it's:
clean, cleaner, cleanest.

(besides, being a finn and all, i much prefer pronouncing "klen" if the other option is "tûrkwoiz, -koiz"...)