Age doesn't make you any smarter. Instead getting older has been a never ending decline in my "adult behavior".  I'm pretty sure that I was on my mature peak around age 19ish when I was serious and clear about my life's plans and everything made much more sense. 

I don't know what happened after that (started listening to my heart instead of head?..) but here I again giggle like a little girl with cheeks all read after an amazing night  out with my colleagues.

What an exciting conversations you make with people under the news of these days. Puting lusting after Finland! And how do I react to these news?... possible but maybe not. Think about it: We don't have that many natural wealth to lust for. Like Norway and their oil and who would really like to deal with stubborn, quiet and straightforward people like finns who have some emotional expression issues?... Possibly these news are a way to get the attention from the things that are more critical and really happening NOW? Like Ukraine and Krim and.... (wink wink)

And a tip for  NATO. How I have learned to read Russia and the russians. There are plenty of different attitudes around the country and not all of the russians are old school Putinims supportes but very Liberal. Not just amazing culture and history but they also have some a place in their hearts for their country. (That's apparently what their using as a brilliant excuse to help fellow russian in other countries... Oh boy.) But to make everything simple. Russians like Finns believe more in actions than words. That's the difference between West and East Europe. 

But I'll report to you later how things, attitudes and possible propaganda mingles Finland. Will be back in Finland for my seasonal visit shortly.

Can't wait to see you all you folks back in Finland! Lets bring some spring to that wet-snow heaven and hopefully girls we can have our first official barbecue and park drunk (puisto kännit) experience. (Only if my grandma lets me have a break from the spring cleaning and I'll make it back to my parents by 8pm...)

Getting accustomed to full time work and more organized life has been a major change and a chance to start from the beginning. (And have our very own X-factor in the lab!)

And those wondering how am I doing: I'm doing all fine taking it day by day and will be visiting Finland in April. Waiting for the confirmation from my work and the results of MRI. ( Please have some patience because efficiency isn't a word to describe UK at all. I still haven't got used to it. )

Still busy bee BUT I have now some time to go crazy at home and start dancing naked and listen all of my favorite tunes and sing playback with enormous amount of emotion. How awesome is that?

Spring has arrived to London and it's beautiful!

I have been having questions from people all around how to keep fit and look after yourself.  I found a solution to all that.  The best thing is that it only takes 1 minute of work to get in to 6 pack shape! I got all inspired of these amazing fitness blogs and stylish selfies taken so here you go guys. The result of my current super exercise! 

BEHOLD

BEFORE

AFTER
(sorry had to draw the line again.. Shaky morning hand! LOL)

Recently I have had a scenarios filled with bad sense of humor: 

One night this one wanna be a gangsta rapper tried to approach me on my way home. And I wasn't really listening him at all. The ghetto side of me was concentrating on his golden tooth (who seriously wears those anymore?! ) and with what amount of force I would need to hit and  how much I would get from it. Luckily for him I'm not that desperate for money. 

Couple of days after that incident I found myself admiring a beautiful diamond ring on a stunning looking woman's hand. After admiring for a while my head was filled with fear for this woman's wellbeing. I know I wouldn't feel safe to walk around with a huge diamond ring in my finger without a bodyguard! 

And don't even ask about my dating life... even I have no idea what's happening! (There would be a place for a man whisperer.) So just taking it day by day and concentrating my life and healing my shoulder. And socializing (If love life is confusing at least my mates are the best): 

My next blog writing will be a result of some political, historical and social wondering.

One of my new year's promises was to keep myself open to new people & experiences. Unbelievable how hard it has proven to be!

Afterwork drinks has become at least once a week activity and I can barely keep up with my already busy schedule. (Sorry for all of you who I still haven been able to give a slot).

Proud single women wont beg for roses or attention on valentines day (And I didn't get anything... oh sorry actually all you guys back in Finland remembered me as well as Fiona in here. But nothing from men...or that man) so me and Caterina found our way to the Loop bar for a few drinks and rounds in the dance floor.

My voice is still down from saturday's "a drink". But I warmly recommend O'Neil's to anyone looking for a bit more relaxed place with sports, live music etc. (Beware of the sticky floors!)

BTW my scale of emotions have been overwhelming during the olympics. Finland did so well (could have done better but medal is medal). One morning babysitting became absolutely convenient when Finland's women's team was playing against Sweden and the family had a nice TV with all the channels. Baby boy got a lesson of patriotism and the real sport ice hockey! At my work they have been understanding during games when I had to quickly dive to the locker room to the results every 15min. One of my colleagues is originally from USA and oh how sweet it has been rubbing that salt to his wounds after FIN 5-0 USA game. With a american attitude his trying to show of a poker face and say that why to bother to play properly when it's not gold but I know you guys too well! WOOP WOOP! World Championships in a couple of months. Can't wait!

http://www.nydailynews.com/sports/olympics/finland-routs-team-usa-5-0-hockey-bronze-article-1.1698396

Lately I have had a lot of fun and "extra rights" due to been a woman, blond, immigrant, short and curvy etc. So I got the right to put everything on been a foreigner when misspelling things or not understanding everything immediately. Of course one of my rights is again to open my mouth and criticize about things I don't fully agree with.

As an immigrant immigration policy is close to my heart. I have been brought up with a traditional manner with some kick in it. You always work hard (no matter what) and respect the culture around you. One feature to show the respect is to learn the language right? Well once again the amazing men approach you in the pub trying to small talk with you and during the conversation you find out that them guys have worked in Sweden as well. 6 months to 1 year and I felt angry when I found out that they didn't know a single phrase in swedish. Seriously! Not a single simple line! And swedish is one of the most easiest languages to learn!  At that point I decided not to bother with them guys. That is just plain ignorance and laziness. No one is going to come and talk to you if you don't make the effort, get out of your comfort zone and approach them.

And I probably testified the best ice breaking line ever: "So you guys are from scandinavia?". C'mon! Why didn't he just ask something more obvious like: "Hey you guys are women?". So of course when I'm in the mood I start taking the piss out of them: Jååå-å! We're from SwEdEn! Umeå! She is da nurse, she da midwife and I'm da daktar! JååÅå! For some odd reason the guy gave up walked away. Later thinking I feel a bit sorry for him but hey... plain hey how u doin? Would have worked pretty well.

I came to conclusion that unfortunately I'm approaching my big brothers levels of sick sense of humor.

My cupcakes have proven to become more delicious every single time. Behold! Blueberry-white chocolate-lemon cupcakes!

BTW Ville this is waiting for you:

The light bulb broke when trying to swap it. Now the metal thingy stayed inside that lamp thingy and as I'm afraid of electronic shock and only own 1 working upper limb I sit in the darkness with candles. Big brother come and save me!

You are in a absolute hurry and all you can see is a  masses of people randomly wondering around while it's raining cats and dogs resulting to a "The London panda"-look.

Sounds familiar?..

I have nothing against tourists wondering around and enjoying their time but seriously do you really have to stand in the middle of the road staring at that building and actually blocking the whole road with all of your shopping bags and that line "river dancing" line that apparently is a must when wondering around?

 I thought that kind of lines of people are only formed in: 

A When looking lost people in the woods. 

B In historical warfare or a protests. 

C When actually dancing the river dance. 

Believe it or not but unfortunately when you guys are having a fab time and enjoying your short city break some of us have to actually work.  

The age of technology has also formed a pandemic type of form of a people type who just makes others life much more difficult.

Do you seriously guys think that the smartphone works in the underground or why on earth playing with it is a must 24/7?! No, you cannot walk in an efficient phase with that thing in your hands! An in the tube: No more using my head as a book/magazine support...say hello to iPad holder!

New look

Wonder how those individuals would react if I accidentally manage to push them with my oh so clumsy limbs and they loose the hold of that loved item?...

Not doing that just yet. instead decided to focus some energy on me, myself and I again. Some occasional mani-pedi and pampering lifts your mood sky high! And I was superbly lucky this time. Hairmodelling= Hair lowlights+cut free of charge and got myself also the right color eyebrow tint. (thanks for the tip Minna) No more Miss ghost-when-without-make-up looking from the mirror!

This is why 2nd hand shopping proves to be a good thing in London. These shoes have been worn maybe 2 times when I looked at their soles...Too small for some one makes them perfect for me! (and only with a couple of pounds.)

The previous text and a mentioning about gaining my trust back towards men and England. There are so many corrections in so many things and actually I feel like as a tax payer I've been taken to notion pretty well but common to ALL western countries: Here's a french short film off things that are still not working how they ought to.

Men? Well... you get swiped off from your heels with amazing looks, brains and manners BUT the guy is in a such a job that making a date proves to be difficult and you just have to be spontaneous and hope that at some point he maybe able to run away for couple of hours and you happen to have some time as well.

Positively thinking this definitely makes life so much more interesting...

So this may work out or not BUT at least I gained my trust back and again believe that there are still individuals out there who makes my heart totally flip and sing serenades from the Dirty Dancing all night long.

So guys, I will have this massive grin on my face and be walking with a lighter step while spreading the good feeling all around me.

BTW: My niece would probably shoot me alive if I would have put one of my favorite gym songs here. (Britney Spears-Bitch Sooooo good for the glut's!).

So here's another one :

One of these mornings when all that you think is: "Wtf just happened?..." So there I was with my friend having just a 1 drink and ending up crawling home around 1 am....

I wonder why?....

The best part: Of course I almost started a fight as well: I saw a guy next to me taking pulse from his friend after 15s and after that taking our pulses in 5s trying to tell us that our pulses are around 80-90. So of course I had to check it out and calculate it for a minute instead of doing 4X15s an show off just to be literal again- (I would have been happy and settled without a problem if he would have been right (what he wasn't) and cheekily just smiled back and told him that he was wrong. Instead of laughing back at me he apparently took it personally and even me saying afterwards that sorry I can't remember the conditions and situation when 60 seconds is better to take in english etc.  due to the fact that I just came there to have fun with my friend and already had a few so it wouldn't be professional to keep on going about things I'm not fully able to do but lovely to meet you guys and sorry to interrupt etc. He decided that I'm not worth to talk to and started preaching how awesome he is and how he was trained by the best (I personally think that you shouldn't show of with the accomplishment of others...) and kept on going about that 24/7. Later my lovely friend Bexi just started laughing and pulled me aside "You're just trouble girl... Lets change seats!". Me also giggling about that situation. But hey seriously: Wonder why no-one seated next to them nor talked to them after that?... Have to say I was a bit shocked about his reaction. Some people just takes themselves a bit too seriously! Probably only a GP then. (Or a small mind?...) Specialists barely ever have the time to the gym nor to to have a few pints on a sunday. And here I go again taking the piss out of him...

People now a days just don't have no sense of humor! (Anne I know exactly what you're thinking and yes...it's me just sticking my nose to where I shouldn't and taking the piss out of people. Pushing the buttons purposely! I just can't help it! )

Johanna and the sweets. You cannot keep them separated for long!

 I also had my girls visiting from Finland which made my year!

Satu Found a friend!

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Never ending stairs

Best breakfast ever

Lock's of love

My shoulder may be in pieces but I still found my gym again. The only thing that keeps me in my almost right mind! But man those people trying to approach you at the gym can be a bit creepy. Huffing and puffing behind you or saying silly things like: "That looks intense...how u doing?..". Just please let me workout!

 Yesterday I realized that the reason of me being single is probably do to the fact of me almost never going anywhere. (My blog is full of funny stories when I'm out but there's a reason I only write here occasionally and somehow after those lovely nights out...).

If I'm not studying, working or at the gym I'm babysitting! Babysitting has turned out to save my ass in this expensive city. And I have to say I love every single one of those kids! They keep me in the map of what is cool and what isn't and talking about enhancement of  the skill to live in a moment and appreciate the small things in life.. unbelievable how now I can see from just a single small lift of an eyebrow etc and know exactly what's going on in their little heads.

Yet again I've also been confused with the system and bureaucracy in England. Why on earth they make it so complicated?!..

How many english you need to change a light bulb= The answer is traditionally absolutely jolly good simple: minimum of 150 of course! You first have to provide suitable education for the individual with the levels from 1 to 3 (and this training is private of course and comes with a nice price..), then there's the board of light bulb changers who monitor the training and gives you all the permissions you need to get this act done. Don't forget those admin people who most of the time have no idea what they are doing and unfortunately always answer the phone when those in need of a new light bulb call...  You also need a supervisor for the light bulb changer and the supervisor of the supervisor and the different technical department who actually monitors this too! AND... ok. I think you got the point. 

How about how many finns you need to change a light bulb? ONE. And she's 6 and saw her parent doing it before. Simples!

The beauty in this complex system never stops surprising me. And I have to say: I respect the tradition and there are so many beautiful things that I hope will never ever change in here but oh my lord they are sometimes waisting the public funding for so many ridiculous systems that it's unbelievable. Me, the famous penny stretcher,  can say as an outsider observing all of this with my mouth open and my sometimes too straight forward mind work:

ENGLAND PLS WAKE UP TO THIS CENTURY! EVERYTHING DOESN'T HAVE TO BE THAT COMPLICATED! 

Talking about love and hate relationship here. Maybe filled with anger and confusion at time...I still call England my home.

But who am I to say anything?... 

I found the article about the scandinavia absolutely fantastic. The reactions of different ethnic groups to that have been colorful (and again I came to conclusion that some people jut take themselves a bit too seriously..).

And what is all that tabu conversations of the coo-operation between Nazis and finns during the 2nd world war when we were facing the soviet as well?... I think all of the countries involved to the 2nd world war see anything to with it as a tabu. Here's a picture to show the vision provided by a british

artist about the situation that time period.

Instead of making a massive statements or starting a revolution..etc. I decide now to pull my woolen socks to my feet and wrap myself with blankets and actually concentrate to my studies again. (Why always when there's a need to somehow get the certain information into your head I end up studying something completely different?...).

And just to let you know: I gained my trust back towards England and men again. More details about this may follow later...

The never ending work and higher mental demand in university have unfortunately taken all of my time. Sometimes there's just nothing to report or to say. Sometimes strange incidents out of nowhere keeps you pretty occupied.

Well holiday's weren't the most excellent this time and did include changing my bedsits lock with a massive cost and never ending rain. (Positively thinking the next one should be a blast!)

I remember a few years a go (I think it was a new year) in the centre of Helsinki when fighting against a snow storm we tried to make our way back home. Finally after 20min walking in thick snow and 20min of waiting we got a cab and decided to have the best after party among adults that you can have. Changing from party outfits to more sport orientated, "borrowing" a few kids toboggans and soon we found ourselves from head to toe covered in snow cheeks red and eyes glowing from the wine from the bottles in our hands smiling to the first rays of sun in the horizon.

Oh memories, oh times...

Here's a few pics from the last months. Again: Pictures tell more than a thousand words!

Pepper cake house I made for the kids in one of the families I help/work as a babysitter. Was a big HIT during christmas I heard.  

My family remembered me during christmas with a lot of finnish sweets (still got some left!), chocolate and something else to keep me warm during long winter nights than my course books. 

Shauna & Me ready for The Halloween party!

Halloween continues with work colleagues And you just can't wear the same outfit two nights in a row can you?...

Best breakfast ever.

The picture above was again from one of these days when time slows down and you smell, hear, see and taste all the details of the time passing. Of course in these special moments you are always prepared and on your best... like in your fart pants, no make-up and Tina Turner hair taking your dirty laundry for the coin launderette near by when you find your way to next door cafe that blows your mind and takes your breath away. So many gluten-free options! You wouldn't believe! They even make their own gluten-free pasta! So there I was in this chic cafe/restaurant with my blue IKEA bag and fart pants enjoying the best breakfast ever while my laundry spent some rolling time in the washing machine next door.

Lately London hasn't exactly made me feel that welcomed as a sometimes even promising student nor as a hard working immigrant.  Things may be a bit grey at times and you're not always prepared for everything. Least prepared how the bureaucracy makes everything look so good on a paper but in fact things are everything else than that.  Actually the hatred and mistreatment towards immigrants is unbelievable BUT there are those who actually stand on your side and help you get through. I didn't even realize that in this short time period here I have made so many good friends!

 In conclusion the people and these small little funny moments make everything worth while...

Here's a song that makes me cry every single time I hear it... Becoming old and sentimental? Nah! Let the year 2014 be the year I find a man who can sing it!

PS. Over a year ago sent me a letter telling me everything she wanted but could be hard face to face or you just never tell those thing. I adopted her idea so don't be surprised if you get letter from me. (No nothing bad! Even thought I'm a person lacking a filter from the front of her mouth and who has too many things to say that most of the time wont make any sense.. this is purely a promise I made for the year 2014: Contact everyone who has a great part in your life!) 

Once again one of those mornings when you have to wake up and get prepared to face another day at work and end up rushing there with your head as the third leg (like we would say in Finland). During that maniac rushing around and only minutes of serenity occur in the escalators and usually you empty headed stare at the adverts or try to catch an eye contact with the hotties traveling the other way right?...

During those couple of weekend days I found myself overwhelmed about the beauty of the strangest features of peoples calcaneus tendons. Too short trousers and a pair of women's leggings revealed everything to me!

"Why are those so visible?..."

"Is the person way too skinny?..."

"Omg they are sooooooo strong!"

"The right one is slightly tilted due to the collapsed arch in the foot or too much of an eversion..."

"You can really see the lines and features of them"

"Could I take a picture of them?"

You may get a clue what it's like to catch yourself thinking thoughts like this?... And this didn't happen just once but every morning last weekend on my way to work!

 In what point can you say that you have san a bit too much in to the world of osteopathy and medicine? There's nothing wrong with some curiosity right?...

And the Cupid has also thought me a lesson or two.... That winged small guy's arrows are blimey sharp and that's not all! I'm pretty sure he has learned some Kung Fu too! After these bruises of love you would think that you would get smarter in time but yet again I find myself with an black eye from Cupid: We had such a good time, he seemed to be so into me and then I don't get text messages/phones calls in time nor even proper answers....  This time my good  friend Jaqs opened my eyes and returned me back on the surface of the earth and I realized again something that I learned when I was only three years old and absolutely fascinated about the fish my mom cached into a bucket in one of our family summer vacations at summer cottage back in Finland. "Why would the fish move their mouth if not to speak?..." So I spend my time with the professional  serious look and handling skills that only a three year old can have to teach them to speak. After hours still nothing... Oh that disappointment and humiliation of not succeeding!

In conclusion: don't try teach people to do/see/speak things that aren'r really there: it's like teaching fishes to speak. Things don't appear out of thin air! (And if he can't see how awesome you are why to bother? His loss!)

So just to save the leftovers of my sanity, emotions and time I just better move on and continue with my life. Besides... it's HALLOWEEN!

Halloween's traditionally the end of harvest celebration and the day when the line of the spirit world and our world is at it's thinnest. Western civilization has found an amazing way to celebrate it by dressing up to spooky (slutty among adult women) outfits and running around trick or treating for candy when a kid and after some booze deals in adulthood. 

So of course there are some wicked parties to attend on thursday, friday and saturday!