Francois

I finished my first French language novel!!! To celebrate it, I chose Tchaikovsky's Romeo and Juliet theme to the background for that proposal scene required for any good book. That made me smile! The first book wasn't Camus, Proust or even Moliere, French lit is hard enough in Finnish. The book was Persuasion, by Jane Austen. I'm not apologising my choise; it would've been too hard to read totally new book, altough it would have been better not to have known every line by heart... This way I started reading English books, the first one was Anne Brontë's Agnes Grey. The second reason was the small French section of our library. Final was the subject. Damn if I gonna read a stupid book! That's why I started translating 4 years ago, and still going, Virgil's Dido and Aeneis instead of Cicero's some stupid prosal thingy. I rather read difficult but interesting than easy and boring.



I've been ill, annoying almost ill but not quite. This weekend I've been lying in bed, hopefully next week I'm alright. But it hasn't prevented of being nice weekend. Yesterday, was quite fantastic. I had dreamed in the night about 3 boys, in separate dreams of course, what were you thinking?! Knowing that it's not difficult to guess how I spent my day, especially when I had seen, by change, in the morning a programme the Cup, in which a football team gets a new coach, one Emmanuel Leconte.
Le Roi Francois 1er de France dans ma tête tout le jour et la nuit, oui!



And one thing I was thinking in a toilet today, while I was washing my hands, what were you thinking?! It came to my mind that I'm actually quite innocent, in a good way. I remembered how I jumped to my knees and grinned like a mad person, when I read the final chapter of Persuasion and thought, that I don't think my mother would have done the same. Actually, if I had been in love, broken hearted, in love, broken hearted again and again, and finally been living with a guy a few years and now having a baby, like so many at my age, I don't think I would've done that. You may be happy and smiling after a good result, but you would've seen so much that it wouldn't turn your life so much. So even if I'm unexperienced to the desperation I still have that innocence what gives me drive to find my own. I've noticed before, that when I smile, I do it to the max. My sister, usually she just smiles, you can rarely see even her teeth. I often wonder does she think things are funny, is she only pretending? My granmom or somebody once said that when I was little I was always laughing but now I'm only quiet. After that I've tried to find that side back. But anyway, if you like something I don't see the point in playing it down. My sister says she hates public showing of love, like hugging and kissing. I think the world is awful place enough without knowingly supressing happiness.

Nordic power!

Last week I accidentally found myself reading comics by Humon. Scandinavia and the world. It's quite fantastic! Quite a lot of stuff about Denmark's and Norway's relationship, about which I don't know much. But Humon's danish (I think) and so it's forgiven. Some stuff about Finland are quite weird, but of course she doesn't know so much about Finland. Nordics are not so much in contact with all neighbours.
Unfortunatelly, (for my neighbours) some stuff are spot on. At present I know nothing funnier than FennoSwede (finnish nationality with swedish mothertongue). HILARIOUS!!!
http://satwcomic.com/raising-children

That's soo how we fennofinns think of fennoswedes to be, so happy and smiling all the time! Finnish guy has always his knife with him, I guess it's ok, especially the not talking part, but please be our friend anyways!
We might think that the swedes are a bit gay (they are smiley and helpful) but this Humon joke might be some manga Yaoi thing. Do other nordics think Danemark and Norway have a homosexual relationship? I don't know, I haven't thought about it. I know few norwegians but no danish.

What was quite shocking was the hatred of Åland (finnish island with Fennoswedish inhabitants) towards Finland. Do they really hate us?!! Maybe I don't notice it because I live in finnish-swedish town which is hated by the rest of Finland.



Another new acquitance, Hetalia Axis Powers. It's a manga and anime, which I haven't seen before but really want! The little parts I know about it makes it really interesting, especially the relationship of Finland and Sweden, compared to Humon's version. In Hetalia Finland is Sweden's wife (yaoi). Who is waving the knife, I don't know, but soo want to. Finland apparently speaks alot. Of course that's a bit weird, but I'm open to possibilities!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YCceFIGeNTc
I soo want that vest!!

I guess there was no sense above, but what ever, it's Christmas holiday!

First week of museuming

Now I've been working for a week, (or 6 days). Every day I've messed something up, except today, scares to think what's happened there... At the moment my work is just to sit there and wait for people to come in, and say what it'll cost and what they can do there. I must say, boring as hell! I would rather have made profit account or what ever my senior was doing in her cave. I got no problem when there re people there, it's quite cool when they don't dismiss my authority and take me seriously. I can even use the card paying machine! But when the people are gone, I get absolute panic! Oh my god I can't do this, I have never been as bored as I am now! ou can't read, or listen to music, or do anything else because for me I think it is soo disrespectful for the clients- At least I don't like when somebody does it to me. It is little better when I'm alone, first of all, I am trusted with the keys and security and stuff, secondly I can hover aroung and sing and stuff. I only wish that after the lace week when I'm supposed to do the work with somebody else they will think me a better job. Because there's no work for two. And it's boring.



There seems to be some kind of festival friday today. Balconies full of people, loud beating cars... I just had wednesday and thursday off so it's hard to remember it's friday. And the rock festival RuisRock started today. My friends (younger) are talking in FB how they don't bother going there any more, because they have grown into adults and have abandoned drunken orgies in isolated islands. Well, forgime me but I'm too old to go there only when I've been there so many times it've gotten bored to it. I might be 26 but I'm soo not too old yet! I tried to win a ticket, but failed... Darned!

I don't have much more to write. I could do some crying about a mean girl who just walked by, but that's been done to death. Final remarks, I could feel better, but at present I'm feeling ok, with real work and my own hammock in the balcony. I think I'll try to get new colours to this blog. I think it's really cute as white, but I think I'm bored with it now.

Summering

It's such a long time since I've written, that's because I haven't had anything to write. Nothing much has happened... I've just been here and studied, went home for 3 days and did nothing... Midsummer went quite nicely, no parties in my neighbourhood so no depression about being alone. Everything's pretty much dot dot dot...

But something begins tomorrow. Work! I'm absolutely horrified. Not the main work, I hope I can manage museum keeping, but the lace week. I'll be working in Rauma, one of Unesco's world heritage site, in which every year there's lace week the last week of july. This year they have italian lace from italian town Offerto. I've understood, that there will be coming mayors or really high people to Rauma and I must speak italian, because they can't speak English. I can't speak italian!!! I've studied 3 years intensively and some independent courses and I can deal erasmus students, but how the hell can I translate conversations?! I'm not an interpretor! I've watched programme called Elisa di Rivombrosa all summer, and I understand that, but I'm really good at reading pictures. Scared, scared, scared... Luckily it's only 5 days, still 3 weeks time to practise...



But tomorrow work. The payment is fantastic 900€ a month before taxes, with 400 to rent and 370 to bus. Greeat. But at least I'll get work experience.
Tomorrow I'll see, what's it like. But now I go to Medieval market, which is here in Turku every year. There's usually always same stuff, for me a bit boring, but now I know there's a friend of mine there and maybe I can boast with my Italian trip, she applied as well and didn't get in! I can't pay money from the exhibitions of food and fancy jewellerys and swords, but at least sometimes one can see little plays and even your friends performing!

And some news of my love life. My sister has a friend who seems pretty awesome. He reads fantasy books from children's library, as do I! I've spied him in fb and dating site, and actually that's when I first got interested in him. There was a profile of a guy, who wanted a girl to have coffee, or tea, or chocolate milk with him. Chocolate!!! And only after that I heard that was the friend. He's quite nice looking, a bit boring like models usually are (he's not a model, but a law student). Aaanywhoo, my sister started to hint, that she had had discussions with her friends that I and some guy would be really good (or really annoying) together and that they would want to make us meet each other. She didn't say who she was talking, but, really it doesn't matter, I'm up to any guy and I so happy that people are talking about me, that I not entirely unpresentable. All in all, I've been waiting that meeting ever since, and it probably not even gonna happen, but I still wait for it. And that fucking Angelo from Elisa series... Lately I've had such a pleasant dreams!

Embarrasing dream

Very well. I'll tell it. T'was too embarrasing to tell to my friends, and even to the other protagonist of that dream, but maybe the whole world is trustworthy enough. The world is famous of it's sensitiveness.
Actually there's nothingh to tell, I know why I had it and it made me feel good, so so what?! I just went to the home of an italian girl and took my clothes of and then that girl came in, also without clothes, and then her possibly italian boy(friend) and then another boy. And the whole plot was for me to invent a good enough reason to explain my being in there, naked... Maybe the more embarrasing thing was to meet her today, they have a habit of hugging and kissing, fanntastic! No action in teh dream, alas.

The more ackward moment today: how to get out of a building, when the front door is crowded by a faculty, which you have cowardly abandonned? Classics are really scary people! There was a girl who came to ask me who to find another route, because she didn't want to pass them. Especially the alcoloh it their glasses was a sign of danger. One could have got a CIL on one's head! [=Thickest books mankind has created, could not find a picture.]

Speaking of thick books, I borrowed Sword Shannara Trilogy in one edition. Mistake! It's impossible to read in bead, it flattens one's head when arms get tired.

On Monday was Finnish Independence Day. I wondered a long time what would be better name for it. Birthday od Finland? No, Finland's like a thousand years older (than 93). Birthday of Republic? No, Governing was democratic from the end of all-Russian General Strike in 1906. Maybe birthday of independence? Finland wasn't united before Sweden occupied it in 13th century. That's it! Now that rings a bel... damned! That's the official name! Like I've said, University doesn't require brains!


The Miracle of Winter War, oh la la!

Short history of Finland: Stone Age: people from Ural mountains, then from germanic and Scandinavian tribes. Nice, tribal living until evil Sweden decides to make crusades and take Finland. Little slow livind as buffer against Russia until Napoleon wants Russia to attack Sweden, through Finland of course. 1809 Occupated by Russia, but actually gained autonomy which was never here during the Swedish! Then, Russian revolutions in 1917 and Independence through our Government on 6th of December. Then civil war. Quite funny, Independence is celebrated by Second World War movies! Victory over Russia strengthened our independence (or did it?...Kekkonen...) What was I trying to explain?

Finnish cultural tradition: unlike probably all other nations Finland celebrated independence day in a grave mood. War movies, military parades, candles to the grave of unknown soldier (of 2nd WW, first WW was civil war, too biased). One thing I like is 2 white and blue candles in window. Only again I noticed me living in too a leftist hippie and middle eastern area, my window was the only one with candles. I'm Finnish and I won't change my nationality. Finnish passport is good enough, actually at least better than some Norwegian Nato passport.



For the finish, I'll tell you that on Wednesday we went to Åbo Svenska Teater, The Swedish language Theatre in Turku to see les Miserables. Both me and my sister agree that Jean Valjean was shite, and Javert ( and Gavroche) stole the show. Cool in this is that I desided it before I knew that Valjean actor was Swedish! Don't know why they had to import singers from Sweden, maybe there's no male sopranos in Finland... Sorry, that was incredible racist! Shame on me! But why can't there be male sopranos, I'm tenor though I'm a girl. But Valjean was in his own class when considering looks. Finnish are a bit... Good musical, although our seats weren't the best our money DID buy and the scene was quite small. But at least we got to taste Finnishswedish Glamour!