I love Tampere

On the second of July, we were on a small cruise in Pyhäjärvi-lake, Tampere. It was because it was my nameday :D! The day was amazing and so warm (it was nearly 30 degrees celsius (?)). Well, here are some random pictures.



These active people canoed the same route as our ship.

The served food on the boat. I ate like I hadn't seen food before.



The little red building on the background is actually a small house. I think they used to make bullets by dropping lead through that long pipe.



Well, this has got nothing to do with the cruise, but I thought it was petty wicked. I just couldn't figure out why Pepsi would like to advertise like this but.. well... What do I know about advertising.

Hell's kitchen, Finland, BBC, 2009

Now that I have more free time, I've been doing alot of things I normally don't have time for, like cooking. Unfortunately the things I've created tend to be... mediocre. I know I'm not a chef but...


This salad is just plain but it really worked wonders since we aren't the healthiest family in the globe.

These muffins were made from this kind of "add water" packages. They were out from this world, from Mars that is. (Well, they tasted nice)

We made this cake for my granny with my brother. We agreed that this is the ugliest cake we have ever seen. I was sad becuse we spent like 4 hours making the damn thing. Atleast our grandmother liked it.

This was actually a succes! It was too big for us though (bro, granny, me) aand well... Maybe I'm being too unfair.

I've got so much to learn before I can make nice food and honestly say it was a piecee of cake. Well, until then I'll need to just have to pull myself together... Keep your fingers crossed!

LOL

Is it normal to start laughing by yourself in a random situation where no one has actually said anything? Didn't think so. I might start laughing at an old thing that suddenly comes to my mind and the people next to me are like "Are you ok?". A while ago I just started giggling when I remembered one scene of Men in Black where Tommy Lee Jones´ chracter showed Will Smith that aliens actually live in Earth, they just use disguises. Behind him was a monitor showing various normal people (well, they looked normal). And then me and my brother noticed that Sylvester Stallone was one of the "people" in the monitor. It was just too funny. I have no idea why? Weird? I know right!

To Mr. Cheng

I heard about this wicked piece of genius art from postcrossing. This is an über cool project by a Swedish Artist Eric Ericson. He sent all kinds of random, unwrapped items by mail to Mr. Cheng (?) who lives in Germany. I can't believe it really worked! Brilliant! He has published a book that has pictures of the items he sent. Check out the website.
the picture is from the postcrossing site.

Love yourself.

I'm a girl. I'm a teenager (for now). Sometimes it's really hard to be me, the person I was born to be, when everyone has some idea of what I'm supposed to be like. I guess when I say "everyone" I mean the media, and all the roles they encourage me to take. I know that no one can force me to do what is generally expected but it's just that all these things linger in my mind and sometimes pop out when I'm feeling week (I'm not tall and thing enough and silly stuff like that). I laugh at shallow people but since I worry about looks I'm shallow too. I guess I need to stop pointing fingers now. Everyone knows that advertisements are made for money, they are shallow and fake and yeah you should be what you are blah blah stop being naive Ebs and so on but I think that all this avarice productions changes us. It makes us believe that those looks are something to look up to. It's not real. Beauty that really matters has to be something deeper (Just to be fair to the non-edited beautiful people, some people actually are blessed with a extraodinary, pretty face. Don't want to (only :D) sound like a bitter step-sister kind of a person).

Dove has.. or had a self-esteem campaign. I really like this video. It's almost propaganda but it's nice and has a message.



The general (western) beauty ideal is kind of Eurocentric so different races are struggling with issues concerning their own heritage. Last spring I had an course about ethics in school. One group was doing a presentation on cosmetic surgery they should us (being the rest of the class) this video about Asians (in America) and plastic surgery.



First I kind of laughed in disgust. How could someone be so desperate? But then I realized that I'm actually doing the same thing. I hate my coarse and curly hair because it isn't the average type of hair. To be fair, I'll add this video that I found that's about African American women and their hair issues (relaxers, weaves, braids... oh boy).



One day i felt like dying because the way my hair looked like (and till looks like) didn't suit me. My lovely and mature friend helped me with this song. The song will speak for itself.



So I want all of you to remember that you are amazing beautiful people and it can't be measured by just looks. Love yourselves. Here is one last video. It's called 'Song For A Friend' by Jason Mraz. Pay attention to the lyrics.

Feel Like A Star

I saw this commercial on tv (sky news). I thought it was pretty clever.. and funny too! I mean, for a airline advertisement, right? What do you think?

wake me up when a sissy disposition is in vogue

I wanted to suprise my Granny. She is - well sometimes fastidious about how everything should be in the right order and how everything should be so clean (just to be fair and candid, I should let you know that I'm not the most organized person in the world), so I entered to the radio contest. You could win some money to your friend. I wanted to get someone (professional) wash her windows.

So, yesterday when I was dying of boredom I got a call. It was a producer from the radio channel. I can't explain the felicity I felt. Unfortunately, shortly after the call I the feeling turned into panic. I had to tell my story - talk. I can't help it but when I need to talk inorder to say something important, I panic. I couldn't consentrate all day but I desided to be persevering.

So I had to wake up early this morning. I was so nervous. So the host called me and I told her why I would want the money (I don't know why I was being pedantic even though they will pick the winner in lottery). I had even written my speech on paper and learnt what to say by heart. But my voice was trembling. I really hate when that happens. So I did my thing. I just felt so mortified... by me... How can I ever have an effect on anyone if I can't speek (properly). I was filled with indignation. But I can only get better, right? Perhaps if I would have listened it when it came out from the radio, I would have noticed that it wasn't all that bad when you come to think of it. So I guess all I can do is be a man and prepare myself to save the world. Or something.