<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1933636577474153718</id><updated>2012-03-01T23:49:13.006+02:00</updated><category term='Pearl Jam'/><category term='Eddie Vedder'/><category term='helsinki'/><category term='massive downer'/><category term='Ned Kelly'/><category term='death'/><category term='nature'/><category term='Billy Crystal'/><category term='homesick'/><category term='hair'/><category term='fuckshitbollocks'/><category term='dating sites'/><category term='dreaming'/><category term='motivation'/><category term='psychology'/><category term='Rihanna'/><category term='salon'/><category term='jägermeister'/><category 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lime'/><category term='red hair'/><category term='dreams'/><category term='running'/><category term='beyonce'/><category term='The Resistance'/><category term='characteristics'/><category term='dye'/><category term='teens'/><category term='cointreau'/><category term='shaving'/><title type='text'>Bah, humbug!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Varpunen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16956043171217848170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nx7FcOsegwc/T0kxP7cQ8xI/AAAAAAAAAL0/223G61qNZok/s220/001.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>87</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1933636577474153718.post-6914861067567889557</id><published>2012-03-01T23:35:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2012-03-01T23:49:13.014+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crisis and conflict'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='losing weight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gym'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='workout'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='treadmill'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wtc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motivation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='9/11'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='running'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hot guys'/><title type='text'>Politics &amp; Exercise</title><content type='html'>So today I discovered something miraculous. I found myself thinking about politics. It was all because of my course in uni, Crisis and Conflict. I picked the course because it sounded interesting, while not realizing it would be about 9/11. Well, the miraculous thing happened, which was that my seminar teacher actually made me think about the topic and I suddenly got this feeling that, damn, I need to read more about this and I want to know about it from all the perspectives possible as well. I sometimes hate how my brain works but now I'm very pleased. Not only it will help me with the course, but it will give me a bit of perspective of my own to the world around me anyway and an insight to the happenings. Which will of course make me a bit smarter again and that is never a bad thing.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am becoming more and more addicted to the gym now. What makes my addiction bigger, is the progression I see. I have started to practice running on the treadmill and I already can see progression, aka I can run for longer. Three times as long as I used to be able to actually. It is such a good feeling and it drags me back to the gym, to work my ass off, even though I would feel kind of tired and my muscles were achy.  Another thing that drags me back to the gym is the incredibly good looking guys. I have never before been to a gym that had men as well, so it is all new to me to have guys working out next to me. I did not realize it at first but that is the greatest source of motivation, I look at that guy and think: "oh wow, I'd love to have that piece of ass" and then I think: "yes, I can have him, just run faster now!!" And that is exactly what I do and I have no complaints! I was on the treadmill for an hour and half today, because of this one guy, who came to run next to me after I had been there for 30min. I thought that the guy was so nice and I would stay on the treadmill for as long as he was next to me. I did not guess he would stay there for an hour but he did, and so did I! I have to admit, it is the best motivation ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1933636577474153718-6914861067567889557?l=fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/feeds/6914861067567889557/comments/default' title='Lähetä kommentteja'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2012/03/politics-exercise.html#comment-form' title='0 kommenttia'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/6914861067567889557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/6914861067567889557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2012/03/politics-exercise.html' title='Politics &amp; Exercise'/><author><name>Varpunen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16956043171217848170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nx7FcOsegwc/T0kxP7cQ8xI/AAAAAAAAAL0/223G61qNZok/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1933636577474153718.post-3009641826676061142</id><published>2012-02-29T00:11:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2012-02-29T00:25:16.723+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='london'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='italian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Billy Crystal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oscars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vapiano'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paris'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travelling'/><title type='text'>Paris &amp; Oscars</title><content type='html'>So today I went to have lunch with a classmate after uni to Vapiano, the awesome Italian restaurant. We talked about a bunch of things but one thing in particular was travelling and how we would love to go somewhere as it is now easy as we live in London. But left the subject there. When I got back home, I was really bored and this travelling thought came in my head and I started looking for cheap tickets. And I did find something incredibly awesome...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...And that was tickets to PARIS, for TEN fucking POUNDS! Sorry about the CAPS but I am, believe it or not, freaking excited. I got the idea of going to Paris this afternoon and now I'm going there, in a week, basically on the price of the lunch I had today. Never in million years I thought a thing like that would even be possible. I still can't quite believe it but I've bought the tickets and it seems like it indeed is happening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Totally complete topic, the Oscars. I love the show, I have watched it for many, many years live and I did so this year too. The show itself was funny and I was so happy to see Billy Crystal back, presenting the show. But all I can say about the awards themselves, is that they went to the wrong movies. Not in a million years have the Oscars gone to the movies that I would like to see win them, they go to the boring so called "artistic" movies that are boring and basically not worth the awards! Well, this year there was movies which were ok or even good that won the Oscars, but even so, I would not give an Oscar to a silent, black and white movie for the best film, when the actual movie did not even have the most interesting story ever. Well, what do I know, right? I'm just a general consumer of the movies. Yet the ordinary people never seem to agree with how the awards are given.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1933636577474153718-3009641826676061142?l=fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/feeds/3009641826676061142/comments/default' title='Lähetä kommentteja'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2012/02/paris-oscars.html#comment-form' title='0 kommenttia'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/3009641826676061142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/3009641826676061142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2012/02/paris-oscars.html' title='Paris &amp; Oscars'/><author><name>Varpunen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16956043171217848170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nx7FcOsegwc/T0kxP7cQ8xI/AAAAAAAAAL0/223G61qNZok/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1933636577474153718.post-2356581300974838109</id><published>2012-02-26T11:52:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2012-02-26T12:03:40.276+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreaming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freud'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleeping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meaning of dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='von hertzen brothers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kie von hertzen'/><title type='text'>Sweet dreams are made of these...</title><content type='html'>I love my dreams. They usually are really simple and realistic but last night I added a little twist to it. As I met Kie von Hertzen (from von Hertzen Brothers) and he said he recognizes me as we met at their last gig and we started walking together and talking at the same time. I remember thinking that this is the coolest thing ever and I wasn't even scared of making a fool out of myself. It ended pretty weirdly though as we went to this restaurant on a beach and he ate porridge and that's the last thing I remember of him as then it started raining and the guy changed to someone else, have no clue who and when it stopped raining I was in completely different dream where this girl was going for a swim although there was a storm... And the guy who was with me during the rain went to rescue her but as the storm was bad he ended up losing his hand...... I saw when it happened, and how the rest of his arm was bleeding under the water. At this point I wasn't in the dream anymore, I was just a viewer of the dream. It still went on a little while but I woke up soon after and don't really remember what happened. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The second dream does not make any sense at all to me, it seemed to be more like a movie but I don't remember seeing such a film or even a trailer to it. But in either case it was an interesting dream and I like my dreams. Even though they sometimes go beyond the "normal" reality, they never go to the fantasy world, they keep in the limits of what could actually happen, even though there are some gaps in them. I should start reading those dream books and try to figure out what it all means. Even though I don't believe in it one bit, but it still could be very interesting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/NbjxJhRndzs" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1933636577474153718-2356581300974838109?l=fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/feeds/2356581300974838109/comments/default' title='Lähetä kommentteja'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2012/02/sweet-dreams-are-made-of-these.html#comment-form' title='0 kommenttia'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/2356581300974838109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/2356581300974838109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2012/02/sweet-dreams-are-made-of-these.html' title='Sweet dreams are made of these...'/><author><name>Varpunen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16956043171217848170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nx7FcOsegwc/T0kxP7cQ8xI/AAAAAAAAAL0/223G61qNZok/s220/001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/NbjxJhRndzs/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1933636577474153718.post-1730725758181566245</id><published>2012-02-25T21:07:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2012-02-25T21:33:46.987+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gym'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Foo Fighters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eddie Vedder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blonde'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pearl Jam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='red hair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dye'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='profile picture'/><title type='text'>Random rambling</title><content type='html'>I just updated my profile picture. I thought it was about the time I did it as well, the picture I had before was about two years old (or more?), and well, I'm no longer blonde. I've so gotten used to my red hair it started to bother me to look at a picture of me with blonde hair. Such a weird feeling though, as I was blonde for so long and it was a part of me, made me who I was. But I got a sudden urge to dye my hair red and that is what I did and I would not go back to blonde. Red is so me now.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/_4BObpNQqNo" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love the song, I love the man, I love the band. I can't stop listening to his songs or Pearl Jam's songs and although I'm trying my best not to listen to them too much (avoiding getting bored of them) I seem to go back to them all day every day. I so need to see them live. I would do or pay anything to see them live. It's the same with Foo Fighters, when I'm not listening to Pearl Jam I'm usually listening to Foos or Taylor's solo stuff. I might have a strong addiction to both of them. Good kind of an addiction I'd say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have gotten highly motivated by going to the gym and getting fitter. I have had my off days when I have totally collapsed, eaten the greasiest and unhealthiest stuff and not gone to the gym but I have had more days when I've eaten right and gone to the gym. I actually miss going to the gym if I don't go there for a day. It is a totally new thing for me so I guess it needs a bit of getting used to. But all in all, I'm doing good with it and I have a friend who keeps me motivated by telling how often she goes to the gym and what she does. Makes me feel like, yeah I'll do that too. Not because of competition though, but it just makes me more motivated. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1933636577474153718-1730725758181566245?l=fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/feeds/1730725758181566245/comments/default' title='Lähetä kommentteja'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2012/02/random-rambling.html#comment-form' title='0 kommenttia'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/1730725758181566245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/1730725758181566245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2012/02/random-rambling.html' title='Random rambling'/><author><name>Varpunen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16956043171217848170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nx7FcOsegwc/T0kxP7cQ8xI/AAAAAAAAAL0/223G61qNZok/s220/001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/_4BObpNQqNo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1933636577474153718.post-732087493286282849</id><published>2012-02-24T23:07:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2012-02-25T21:35:34.721+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rihanna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eddie Vedder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='psychology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='degree'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pearl Jam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='England'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jägermeister'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='studying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ke$ha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drunk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='irish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finland'/><title type='text'>5 months later...</title><content type='html'>...I get drunk by having shots of Jägermeister and then I think it's a good time to update my blog. A lot of things has happened. I had a full semester of studying psychology, doing my actual degree. I also dated an Irish guy for 5 months but broke up with him just in time before valentine's day so I wouldn't have to spend it with him and I've been at home (in Finland) and I'm getting sick of my flatmates so I'm planning on a move to a different flat with a uni friend by the end of August.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, to start with my studies. I really enjoyed my semester studying cognitive, personality &amp;amp; social and developmental psychology. It felt like studying was something I did because I enjoyed it, I was highly interested in it and I didn't mind studying for the exams or writing essays because I just liked it. It all changed this semester though, because now I study politics, sociology, research methods and biological perspective on psychology. The last one is the only one I'm truly interested in, research methods is something I need to do so I'm not complaining about it that much even though it is really confusing and boring. But the politics and sociology classes are a total waste of time, they don't interest me one bit, even though I guess they are good for my general knowledge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm listening to Ke$ha at the moment by the way, that should tell everyone how drunk I am to write this blog. Next up is Rihanna.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we get to the dating bit. I met an Irish guy who seemed like the best guy on earth, he was polite, he was considerate, he understood and listened. I had to break up with him mainly because I was not attracted to him. It does not make sense at all but I guess I am more shallow than I thought I was. I couldn't even kiss him in the end because of it and it made me uncomfortable. I really liked him so I don't know what else could have been the problem other than the shallowness of myself so I'm going with that. I guess I need to get someone hotter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last major topic is that I can't stand my flatmates at the moment, I just feel like I need to get away from them and luckily I have found a new classmate who I am planning to live together with in the future so it should all be fine and awesome. But at the moment; my flatmates don't clean the apartment, I am the only one who has the motivation to keep the place clean, vacuum and all that crap. I don't talk to them anymore and I certainly don't feel like spending time with them. I don't even know anymore why did I move in together with them in the first place, I have forgot all that by now. And I have lived with them since last October, so it shouldn't be that bad but all I can think of is a way out. I spend my time the best I can outside the house so I can avoid them the best I can. Sure, I could handle it better myself but if I feel like I need to avoid my flatmates, what point there is to actually try to make things work? Well, I'm not going to and I will happily move again one point, closer to uni perhaps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other than all that crap, I'm in love with music again. I can't stop listening to GOOD music, aka music other than the mainstream crap such as Ke$ha and Rihanna. I'm listening to this http://open.spotify.com/track/1gg4Rn7wgqkrN9MxOWgWo0 while writing and it sounds just so good, I don't know why I had a break from listening to Pearl Jam or the other REAL bands. Yeah, kill me now for calling a band a real band but after watching Pearl Jam Twenty, I got a totally new perspective to Pearl Jam, and that was a good one. I recommend you all to watch it. It is not that I had a bad perspective towards them, I appreciated them and loved their music, and adored Eddie's voice. But after watching the documentary I realized what the band really is, what it stands for and what the lyrics stand for. There are not many bands who do what they want, meaning playing the music they want and singing the lyrics they want, no matter the cost, but Pearl Jam is one of them and I respect them so much for that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The end.. for now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1933636577474153718-732087493286282849?l=fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/feeds/732087493286282849/comments/default' title='Lähetä kommentteja'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2012/02/5-months-later.html#comment-form' title='0 kommenttia'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/732087493286282849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/732087493286282849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2012/02/5-months-later.html' title='5 months later...'/><author><name>Varpunen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16956043171217848170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nx7FcOsegwc/T0kxP7cQ8xI/AAAAAAAAAL0/223G61qNZok/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1933636577474153718.post-1888283913525345565</id><published>2011-09-22T17:20:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2012-02-25T21:36:06.915+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='london'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beyonce'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homesick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='halo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finland'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have made it back to London again. I spent about 3 months in Finland but I had to come back eventually (uni's starting!). I feel like I need some time to get used to living in London, I'm not really myself yet. Probably because I'm not used to living with my friends so I need to adjust to that. Wont be the worst thing ever though and I'm sure I'll get used to it eventually. I do miss my family already, especially my awesomest nephew, Luca. I love that little dude.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In totally other subject, here's a song I've fallen in love with. Could be because of someone special.... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/bnVUHWCynig" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s. pardon my rubbish english, haven't used it for a while..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1933636577474153718-1888283913525345565?l=fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/feeds/1888283913525345565/comments/default' title='Lähetä kommentteja'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-have-made-it-back-to-london-again.html#comment-form' title='0 kommenttia'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/1888283913525345565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/1888283913525345565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-have-made-it-back-to-london-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Varpunen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16956043171217848170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nx7FcOsegwc/T0kxP7cQ8xI/AAAAAAAAAL0/223G61qNZok/s220/001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/bnVUHWCynig/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1933636577474153718.post-2551643249274609075</id><published>2011-09-15T16:48:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T17:04:03.355+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teemu Brunila'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating sites'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Studio Killers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='massive downer'/><title type='text'>All Men Are Pigs...</title><content type='html'>Wonder what makes me do obviously stupid things or not do something I should... I got my temporary driving license 2 years ago soon and 2 years is the maximum time you're allowed to have it and then you have to go do another driving test. Well, I've known this and I imagined when I came back to Finland for the summer I would have plenty of time to do it, with no snow or bad weather. I imagined wrong. I remember being so bored during the summer but for some reason I haven't done the test. But now that I'm leaving Finland to go back to London.. I suddenly realised I need to do that but it's too late now. So, I need to pay a lot of money to get this cool extra permission to get a new temporary driving license. It just annoys me so much that I do things like that and it makes me lose faith in myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another stupid thing that this time I did.... I joined a dating site. Like what the hell went through my mind that moment when I thought "hey, it'd be nice to join a dating site"?! Anyway, I did that and I even chatted with a couple of nice guys... until I realised they're not actually nice guys. And I'm sort of disappointed about that but why did I even think there'd be nice guys on dating sites anyway? If you're a decent person you're gonna get a girlfriend in real life anyway, no need for dating sites.. Well, it wasn't totally useless, I gained a stalker and now I constantly get requests from over 40 year old guys to have sex with them. What else can a girl want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From that topic, I'll share you a video that well describes my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/OPtsGqnuEPU" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's from a band, called Studio Killers. I think I love them because of the singer, who I believe is Teemu Brunila. There's no official confirmation of this yet but it's pretty obvious as I don't know anyone else who would have such voice. And if there is someone else with a similar voice, I'll apologize, admit my mistake and will still love the band.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1933636577474153718-2551643249274609075?l=fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/feeds/2551643249274609075/comments/default' title='Lähetä kommentteja'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2011/09/all-men-are-pigs.html#comment-form' title='0 kommenttia'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/2551643249274609075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/2551643249274609075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2011/09/all-men-are-pigs.html' title='All Men Are Pigs...'/><author><name>Varpunen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16956043171217848170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nx7FcOsegwc/T0kxP7cQ8xI/AAAAAAAAAL0/223G61qNZok/s220/001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/OPtsGqnuEPU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1933636577474153718.post-2681956709860508398</id><published>2011-07-24T23:24:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T00:00:24.749+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oscars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='award'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ned Kelly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heath Ledger'/><title type='text'>Missing him...</title><content type='html'>I miss Heath Ledger. Such an odd thought, in a way, as I've never talked to him or known him personally but I still do miss him and it's such a sad thing he died. His death was brought back to my mind by Amy Winehouse and her passing away and 'cause I just saw a movie of his, &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0277941/"&gt;Ned Kelly&lt;/a&gt;. Now, I don't know Winehouse's final story but I'm guessing it's because of the drug abuse which is sort of her own choice. I obviously don't think it's a good thing she died, she was really young and an amazing artist, but she could have chosen a different path. And whereas Heath Ledger's death was an accident, it makes it more tragic and sad. Especially for being such a talented actor. I miss his awkwardness and slightly odd smile. I still get tears in my eyes when watching his family accepting his Oscar for the best supporting actor for Dark Knight... He was such a huge loss. I miss him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/BTns8Xq2_YE" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1933636577474153718-2681956709860508398?l=fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/feeds/2681956709860508398/comments/default' title='Lähetä kommentteja'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2011/07/missing-him.html#comment-form' title='0 kommenttia'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/2681956709860508398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/2681956709860508398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2011/07/missing-him.html' title='Missing him...'/><author><name>Varpunen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16956043171217848170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nx7FcOsegwc/T0kxP7cQ8xI/AAAAAAAAAL0/223G61qNZok/s220/001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/BTns8Xq2_YE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1933636577474153718.post-450182085156547774</id><published>2011-07-23T23:52:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T00:27:02.584+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Estonia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vapiano'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vodka lime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cosmopolitan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tallinn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='salon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jägermeister'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Strongbow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bremen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cointreau'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jacob&apos;s Creek'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sparkling rose'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='germany'/><title type='text'>I'm a happy fish</title><content type='html'>I just came back from a two day trip to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tallinn"&gt;Tallinn, Estonia&lt;/a&gt; and I can say I'm an exhausted but a really happy girl. We were at the harbour around 4pm and my drinking craze started then. I had a bottle of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Strongbow_(cider)"&gt;Strongbow&lt;/a&gt; there, then two cans of &lt;a href="http://www.viinarannasta.ee/images-shop/1231401436-koskenlime33.jpg"&gt;Vodka lime teen drinks&lt;/a&gt; and when arriving at Tallinn at around 7pm, we just took our stuff to our hotel (&lt;a href="http://www.oldhouse.ee/accommodation/"&gt;Old House Apartments&lt;/a&gt;), which was awesome by the way!! and then headed to an Italian restaurant where I had pasta with mussels and guess what, more booze! This time I had some really young almost sparkly (but not quite) white wine and it was really tasty. Shame I didn't catch the name.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the restaurant we headed to the &lt;a href="http://www.tourism.tallinn.ee/eng/fpage/explore/attractions/old_town"&gt;old town of Tallinn&lt;/a&gt;, to get a few drinks more and surprisingly I had more white wine but I simply don't remember what it was at that point anymore. Then was time for some sleeping and then waking up at 9am to get the best ever breakfast of pancakes with ice cream and fresh fruits and then some shopping and at 11am already we started drinking and this time we took &lt;a href="http://c0006450.cdn2.cloudfiles.rackspacecloud.com/JC-Wines-big-r-g_0031_SPARKLING_Sparkling-Rose.png"&gt;Jacob's Creek sparkling rose&lt;/a&gt; and damn it was a brilliant drink. After getting a tiny bit tipsy from the sparkling wine, me and my friend, Muru, headed to &lt;a href="http://www.desiree.ee/eng"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; beauty salon to be all girly and have a bit of pampering in the form of manicures and pedicures. It was so good and my legs still feel incredibly soft and lovely, plus my toe nails are all pink so every time I look down I feel all girly and happy. People in Tallinn sure know what a girl needs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So after all that pampering we went to eat at another Italian Restaurant, a chain one, &lt;a href="http://www.vapiano.com/"&gt;Vapiano&lt;/a&gt; but I like the place. I have tried it out in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bremen"&gt;Bremen, Germany&lt;/a&gt; already and now in Tallinn as well. You get fresh and incredibly good food and today I tried out a bruschetta pizza and damn it was good. Their strawberry mojito wasn't bad either.. or whatever the wine was I had as well. After getting some energy and liquid fuel we headed to the shops for some clothes shopping and then it was time to go back to the harbour so we could get back home and get more booze! I obviously had two more glasses of wine and then decided that might be enough for that day. I'm a bit surprised I'm still awake and writing this now! Anyhow, I went to buy some alcohol from the tax free shop as well and now I'm a proud owner of a bottle of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/J%C3%A4germeister"&gt;Jägermeister &lt;/a&gt;and a bottle of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cointreau"&gt;Cointreau&lt;/a&gt;. Jäger just simply 'cause I'm lovin' it (especially with redbull) and Cointreau 'cause I feel like mixing drinks! Especially something like &lt;a href="http://www.letmix.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/cosmopolitan-drink.jpg"&gt;Cosmopolitan&lt;/a&gt; would be so lovely to try and make it yourself! Will probably try and do them and then write how that turned out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have shamelessly turned this blog entry to an alcoholic's blog entry but shit happens. But to be up to date and a bit more serious, I'd like to send my condolences to all the people in Norway who have lost a person that is close to them because of that bombing and the shooting... I just don't get how someone can do such horrible things... I guess I have to quote my mum here and go "the world is full of crazy people..." Here's a BBC article for the attacks &lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-europe-14260205"&gt;http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-europe-14260205&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lots of love to you all xx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1933636577474153718-450182085156547774?l=fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/feeds/450182085156547774/comments/default' title='Lähetä kommentteja'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2011/07/im-happy-fish.html#comment-form' title='0 kommenttia'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/450182085156547774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/450182085156547774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2011/07/im-happy-fish.html' title='I&apos;m a happy fish'/><author><name>Varpunen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16956043171217848170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nx7FcOsegwc/T0kxP7cQ8xI/AAAAAAAAAL0/223G61qNZok/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1933636577474153718.post-7628455875692234456</id><published>2011-07-20T16:53:00.008+03:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T09:38:54.484+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social behaviour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ocean'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='swimming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manners'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='attitude'/><title type='text'>Selfish shellfish</title><content type='html'>Swimming is awesome. It really is one of my favourite sports, even though there aren't many of those. Swimming outdoors is even better than in a normal type of a pool too. The closer it gets to being completely natural, the better. Anyway, I went to this &lt;a href="http://www.ilmakuvat.com/kuvaukset/helsinki_ilmakuvat/images/IMG_7941.jpg"&gt;outdoor pool thing&lt;/a&gt; yesterday and I love the place, you can work on a nice tan while getting fit. There is only one minor downside about it and it's the teenagers who think they own the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't get why some people have that sort of an attitude towards other people. I usually try my best to respect other people and I'm not really sure why others don't. Is it just about the upbringing, manners thing.. or is it just about you being so selfish? Now, I didn't get a rude treatment myself as I usually just keep away from such people but I got to listen to one poor old woman being shouted at as she corrected their (them annoying teenagers) behaviour even though she was right to do so. It still ruined my swimming experience and I can only imagine it didn't feel too good for the lady either. I just don't get why.. why do people do that? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, I gotta go and swim in the ocean! yay for warm weather :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1933636577474153718-7628455875692234456?l=fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/feeds/7628455875692234456/comments/default' title='Lähetä kommentteja'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2011/07/selfish-shellfish.html#comment-form' title='0 kommenttia'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/7628455875692234456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/7628455875692234456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2011/07/selfish-shellfish.html' title='Selfish shellfish'/><author><name>Varpunen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16956043171217848170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nx7FcOsegwc/T0kxP7cQ8xI/AAAAAAAAAL0/223G61qNZok/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1933636577474153718.post-2569593829986990494</id><published>2011-07-20T09:40:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T09:40:49.992+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social behaviour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mr. Right'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='characteristics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='talkative'/><title type='text'>Social behaviour..</title><content type='html'>I have this thing about meeting new people... I'm really interested to meet loads of people and hear about their lives and their stories and whatever they have to share. I love to listen to different opinions and arguments for them and find out about different point of views. But all that listening is ruined by one thing. Shyness. I am incredibly shy and that is why I hardly get to know people at all. I usually have one or two really good friends and others don't really know me at all. Especially in huge crowds, I'm always the quiet one and I never have anything to say and I usually think that I don't even need to say anything as everyone else will do the talking for me. I think it comes from how I was brought up, I had talkative family members and talkative friends all through my life, I just simply didn't need to talk.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I'm not happy about that. I have always hated me being shy and even though lately I have started to value my characteristics, I still feel like I'm not living life to the fullest because I'm kind of too afraid to point out my opinions. Even though I also feel like I'm more relaxed about things than most people, I don't necessarily have really strong opinions but I still have them and I should find a way for me to express them. I would say that might have an affect of me getting to know more people and that way becoming happier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also love people who can talk. Not those who are really loud and just talk rubbish all day long but the ones who really know what they're talking about, and even if they aren't really interested in one subject they still have something smart to say about it. I admire them and for me it has always been slightly too difficult to articulate so I guess that makes me like people with a talent in that section more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I think about things like these I always start to think about my Mr. Right. Would a talkative person be better for me or a quieter one? There are good points to either characteristic and I've never been able to decide which would go better. I have experience from both sides which should help me figuring this out but it really doesn't, both types seem to go fine and not so fine with me. With a quiet guy the good point is that I would be able to express myself better and I would have to push me a little so I could come up with something to talk about... but then again if I need to really think about stuff to say just to say something, it doesn't feel natural and would it really be me? Whereas with a talkative guy I would just have to listen and listen and listen... and as I love listening to people like I mentioned above, it would be ideal. But there is a risk in it too, which is not getting my own voice heard. Which obviously wouldn't be good for me or the relationship. I guess the whole Mr. Right thing depends on million different factors so this isn't really important but I tend to enjoy going into thoughts like these, even though I've never reached any kind of a conclusion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1933636577474153718-2569593829986990494?l=fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/feeds/2569593829986990494/comments/default' title='Lähetä kommentteja'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2011/07/social-behaviour.html#comment-form' title='0 kommenttia'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/2569593829986990494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/2569593829986990494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2011/07/social-behaviour.html' title='Social behaviour..'/><author><name>Varpunen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16956043171217848170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nx7FcOsegwc/T0kxP7cQ8xI/AAAAAAAAAL0/223G61qNZok/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1933636577474153718.post-3314576092600366983</id><published>2011-07-20T09:17:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T11:34:41.603+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='psychology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mental disease'/><title type='text'>depression</title><content type='html'>Depression is such an evil disease. First of all, it will drive you on the edge or actually committing suicide if it gets really bad. The reason I'm thinking about it is that for the last two days I have felt depressed, knowing it's a totally different thing, to be or to feel depressed. That brings me to the other point of depression being evil that I have figured out. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People who haven't experienced depression have no idea what it is like. I can't say for sure I know what it is, even though I have had my share of lows in my life, lasting for longer than what is healthy and even having self destructive thoughts. But despite all that, I still can't really put myself in the spot of a really depressed person and see why is it so hard to overcome it. But I think that just proves that I've never actually been depressed, just felt depressed, which means I've never had the actual disease. That is one of the hardest part of having depression, no one really knows how bad you feel and that might make it even harder to deal with it. When it comes to the point that no one believes you are doing the worst in your life, it might lead to really bad consequences.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mental diseases are such a difficult topic and I have been able to live close to a few cases which are bad and really bad. I think that has influenced me to be interested in psychology and I'm so glad I'm going to be studying it next year. I will get more insight and I gain knowledge instead of trying to figure things out on my own. But I guess both together is a very good compilation and I will benefit from it with my career. Human behaviour with all it's mistakes is what interests me, I think we learn so much from people like that, even though it might not be so obvious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry for the overly serious blog entry (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1933636577474153718-3314576092600366983?l=fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/feeds/3314576092600366983/comments/default' title='Lähetä kommentteja'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2011/07/depression-is-such-evil-disease.html#comment-form' title='0 kommenttia'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/3314576092600366983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/3314576092600366983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2011/07/depression-is-such-evil-disease.html' title='depression'/><author><name>Varpunen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16956043171217848170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nx7FcOsegwc/T0kxP7cQ8xI/AAAAAAAAAL0/223G61qNZok/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1933636577474153718.post-3493397371471738204</id><published>2011-07-19T22:47:00.008+03:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T09:36:49.596+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fuckshitbollocks'/><title type='text'>Sad news...</title><content type='html'>I just realised that my blog is sinking down in Google search. Before when I googled 'fuckshitbollocks' my blog was on the first page and now it's already on the second. That is slightly disappointing when I used to be happy about seeing it there on the first page with the randomest search word ever. I guess I just need to find a way to make my blog more popular. I have been developing this idea of trying my best to write a blog entry each day and actually trying to do something with it. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been thinking about a theme for my blog but it would be so difficult for me to stay inside that box so one specific theme is totally out of the question. I have been thinking about just randomly talking about life but I'm not sure if I'm philosophic enough for it. But I feel like, without a theme, it wont get anywhere. And as I'm not a famous person, my life isn't going to be interesting for that many people it would actually matter. Well, while I'm thinking about that I'm going to keep it like it was, maybe post a few more pictures...of...things... to make it seem more attractive for people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Any suggestions are very welcome :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1933636577474153718-3493397371471738204?l=fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/feeds/3493397371471738204/comments/default' title='Lähetä kommentteja'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2011/07/sad-news.html#comment-form' title='1 kommenttia'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/3493397371471738204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/3493397371471738204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2011/07/sad-news.html' title='Sad news...'/><author><name>Varpunen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16956043171217848170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nx7FcOsegwc/T0kxP7cQ8xI/AAAAAAAAAL0/223G61qNZok/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1933636577474153718.post-3117668172632544189</id><published>2011-07-19T20:07:00.007+03:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T09:34:42.527+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tourism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travelling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='helsinki'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finland'/><title type='text'>Finland appreciation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After spending some time away from Finland I have definitely got a new point of view to the whole country. I had the opportunity to show Helsinki to my friend Dani for a week and it was nice to see the city in the point of view of a tourist. It might not be the most interesting city but the architecture is quite amazing when you actually pay attention to it. Plus the closeness of the sea is one of my favourite things of Helsinki. Also nature is close and you have to just spend 30min in a car to get in the middle of a huge national park which is a huge forest in the middle of nowhere. It might sound slightly boring but I find it really lovely and for me nature is really important anyway so Helsinki definitely gets points for that from me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a picture of me being a wannabe-hiker in the natural park, Nuuksio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-heFjWKGxqUE/TiW95EC6B9I/AAAAAAAAAIY/t_QoAnj6YKM/s320/DHF%2B093.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631115697132799954" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1933636577474153718-3117668172632544189?l=fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/feeds/3117668172632544189/comments/default' title='Lähetä kommentteja'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2011/07/after-spending-some-time-away-from.html#comment-form' title='0 kommenttia'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/3117668172632544189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/3117668172632544189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2011/07/after-spending-some-time-away-from.html' title='Finland appreciation'/><author><name>Varpunen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16956043171217848170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nx7FcOsegwc/T0kxP7cQ8xI/AAAAAAAAAL0/223G61qNZok/s220/001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-heFjWKGxqUE/TiW95EC6B9I/AAAAAAAAAIY/t_QoAnj6YKM/s72-c/DHF%2B093.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1933636577474153718.post-2254262842567131643</id><published>2011-07-19T16:17:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T09:35:28.291+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheffin it up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tofu trick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='redfoo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LMFAO'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='skyblu'/><title type='text'>Laughing My Fucking Ass Off</title><content type='html'>I haven't posted here for a while but I want to. I'm running out of time atm so I'm only able to show you my latest obsession. I have seen them live 2 times now and I've met Redfoo and taken a picture with him and all that fun stuff. I love them. So this is what you have until I get bored again so I can write some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/6TukGeJEs1I" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1933636577474153718-2254262842567131643?l=fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/feeds/2254262842567131643/comments/default' title='Lähetä kommentteja'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2011/07/laughing-my-fucking-ass-off.html#comment-form' title='0 kommenttia'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/2254262842567131643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/2254262842567131643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2011/07/laughing-my-fucking-ass-off.html' title='Laughing My Fucking Ass Off'/><author><name>Varpunen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16956043171217848170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nx7FcOsegwc/T0kxP7cQ8xI/AAAAAAAAAL0/223G61qNZok/s220/001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/6TukGeJEs1I/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1933636577474153718.post-6525153723659703501</id><published>2011-05-17T20:16:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T16:30:31.174+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My first year is uni is over. Boy that went fast. I haven't even managed to make more than 9 blog entries while I've been here. It either tells me that I've been too busy or just that blogging isn't my thing. Could be either but I guess it's a bit of both. But anyway, now I've got a nice 4-5month vacation ahead of me, which is pretty nice I must say but I'm a bit worried I'll get so bored during it. Oh well, I'll see. At least I need to get a job really bad as the credit on my TWO bank accounts is somewhat like £5 when added together. The joys of student life I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am waiting for my two friends to come over to my place and as I already managed to tidy up my room in a condition that is representable, I thought I should make a blog! Not about me tidying up my room, although it might be a bit more interesting than this as I'm really not talking about anything right now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I can say though, is that I've fallen in love with Foo Fighters again, and really badly this time too. I can't stop listening to them or Taylor Hawkins' solo stuff and I keep watching their interviews too. And the best news of all time is that I'm finally gonna see them live in June. I think I've never been this excited about a concert before but it might be mainly 'cause I've never seen my favourite band live. Which is funny when you think about it as I've seen about million bands live anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was all written like.. two weeks ago, I somehow totally forgot about it after my friends came over but things will be fixed now! I don't have much to say at the moment so I'll post a song I'm loving at the moment, thanks to How I Met Your Mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/otXGqU4LBEI" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1933636577474153718-6525153723659703501?l=fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/feeds/6525153723659703501/comments/default' title='Lähetä kommentteja'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-first-year-is-uni-is-over.html#comment-form' title='0 kommenttia'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/6525153723659703501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/6525153723659703501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-first-year-is-uni-is-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Varpunen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16956043171217848170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nx7FcOsegwc/T0kxP7cQ8xI/AAAAAAAAAL0/223G61qNZok/s220/001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/otXGqU4LBEI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1933636577474153718.post-4209687451188880682</id><published>2011-02-11T02:28:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T02:54:18.632+02:00</updated><title type='text'>This is probably not the best idea...</title><content type='html'>I just came back from an Australian bar, Walkabout. I didn't drink much but enough for me to feel like writing and I'm not sure if it's a good idea. But since I can't go to bed because of an energy drink called Red Bull, I thought I'd come here and share my thoughts about the world.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First of all, it's February, which means I've started uni again. I'm not exactly thrilled about that fact but I suppose that is something I have to do to actually deserve the right to be here in London. But uni isn't bad, I'm actually looking forward to tomorrow's lecture, which will be my first psychology one, it's interesting to see what that is like. Biology seems harmless at the moment, it feels like I might have a chance to be good at it. And chemistry seems really hard, like usually. But I just need to force myself to study a lot and I'll do ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah, I was in Scotland in my holidays, in Edinburgh. The best city ever. Seriously. I so wanna move there. It's such a beautiful place, I love the mountains and the sea and the old buildings and definitely the awesome stories about the whole city. Ghosts stories or just "normal" history ones. There isn't even one story about Helsinki which would be as cool as those were.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We (me and my two friends) went there on Tuesday (the 1st of February), took us 9 hours on coach but the price was good, £25 return. We only walked around a bit and then went to bed but the next day we had an awesome day. We first took this free tour around Edinburgh where the tour guide was telling us those great stories I was just talking about. It was fun to listen to and really interesting too. After the tour we had a little rest but in the evening we went to a ghost tour, by the same (awesome) company and that was a blast too. We walked through the most haunted places of Edinburgh, in the middle of the night, in pouring rain and horrible wind. Who wouldn't be scared?! It was fun though, but after that we were exhausted so we had to get some sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next day we took a tour of museums, the museum of childhood, writers museum and the national museum of Scotland. All nice museums... After that we went to walk on this mountain thing, which was amazing, the view there just took my breath away. Or maybe it was the wind that almost blew us all off the cliff... who knows, it was still amazingly beautiful. After climbing that thing up and coming back down we headed to get some dinner, some rest so we could prepare for the pub crawl which was in the evening. It was so much fun. We had 5 different pubs/clubs where we got one free drink each.. plus all the other drinks.. and you can guess the rest. As I don't really remember much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the morning one of us was down, so only two of us went to the Edinburgh Zoo, which was cool but it was cold, windy and rainy so we hardly saw any animals. Then we did some shopping and relaxing and sitting in the hostel to wait for our coach to get us back to London. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did go to Hard Rock Cafe in Edinburgh too and got one of those cool key rings with the guitar on it. I already have two of those, I need to go buy the London one someday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's it about Edinburgh really. I really loved the place, I'll definitely visit it again someday and get everything out of it. Plus take a tour in the highlands. Maybe even move there someday. Definitely a dream of mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One thing I'm really excited about is that I will see VON HERTZEN BROTHERS next week!!!!!! YAY!! In London!! It'll be so awesome. I'm kind of sure that my friends wont like it but I will so love it. I can't wait for their new album either, all the songs I've heard so far from it sound so good. I posted Miracle already so I'll post Angel's Eyes now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/0KygVRdooJI?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is great. I didn't like it so much the first few times I heard it but it's definitely a grower. Love it now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1933636577474153718-4209687451188880682?l=fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/feeds/4209687451188880682/comments/default' title='Lähetä kommentteja'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2011/02/this-is-probably-not-best-idea.html#comment-form' title='0 kommenttia'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/4209687451188880682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/4209687451188880682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2011/02/this-is-probably-not-best-idea.html' title='This is probably not the best idea...'/><author><name>Varpunen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16956043171217848170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nx7FcOsegwc/T0kxP7cQ8xI/AAAAAAAAAL0/223G61qNZok/s220/001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/0KygVRdooJI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1933636577474153718.post-6610492865820565487</id><published>2011-01-12T22:26:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T22:39:04.107+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Languages are weird when you think about it. Finnish differs from English quite a bit but I can still say that I'm comfortable using both of the languages. Still, both of them are just letters written after letters or sounds made after sounds. Some harder, some easy, some just pure nonsense. But what does it mean you can master the language? You are so used to hearing those sounds that people speaking English produce so you truly understand everything, even the hard area, hidden sarcasm. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not sure where I'm getting with that but after spending time with my biology revising I started to think about that and I'm still puzzled. Maybe it just means I need to leave the hard thinking to others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's new with my life? Right. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm back in London (thankfully) but I haven't been doing anything but studying. It has been only a couple days and I have 3 exams to take so that is somewhat smart for me to do. After Friday I'm as free as a bird for three weeks though, so sacrificing a week or so for my studies isn't a bad thing. Especially when those next three weeks are gonna be rough.. Parties every day and that. Ok, I'm not really that cool to have parties every day. I should also lose some weight and get healthier and parties don't really help with that, do they?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, back to studying I guess. But before I leave for the next half a year, I'd like to post a link to a song that is called Miracle. By Von Hertzen Brothers. I love the song. Facebook is the only place you can listen to it at the moment which is why it's a link to that site. Enjoy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/vonhertzenbrothersofficial?v=app_4949752878"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/vonhertzenbrothersofficial?v=app_4949752878&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1933636577474153718-6610492865820565487?l=fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/feeds/6610492865820565487/comments/default' title='Lähetä kommentteja'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2011/01/languages-are-weird-when-you-think.html#comment-form' title='0 kommenttia'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/6610492865820565487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/6610492865820565487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2011/01/languages-are-weird-when-you-think.html' title=''/><author><name>Varpunen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16956043171217848170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nx7FcOsegwc/T0kxP7cQ8xI/AAAAAAAAAL0/223G61qNZok/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1933636577474153718.post-1164354281414155485</id><published>2011-01-02T00:07:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T00:14:34.658+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I saw Von Hertzen Brothers last night and it's made me fall more in love with them. That's all for today's entry, I'm not really feeling productive atm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ObToIMSqmlg?fs=1" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1933636577474153718-1164354281414155485?l=fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/feeds/1164354281414155485/comments/default' title='Lähetä kommentteja'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-saw-von-hertzen-brothers-last-night.html#comment-form' title='0 kommenttia'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/1164354281414155485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/1164354281414155485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-saw-von-hertzen-brothers-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Varpunen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16956043171217848170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nx7FcOsegwc/T0kxP7cQ8xI/AAAAAAAAAL0/223G61qNZok/s220/001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ObToIMSqmlg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1933636577474153718.post-6411156073518089505</id><published>2010-12-16T02:28:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T02:51:06.791+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, it's the end of the first era for me in London. I will be going back on next Saturday which is in 2 days. I'm rather upset about it but what can you do. Also, it'll do good for my money situation to stay home for a while and not spend a thing.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've had such a life changing experience here already and it has changed me a bit. I can feel myself being more confident and I believe in myself. Which is all good, obviously. The worst change in me is that I drink too much but I'm a student and I can always blame the society and the people I'm living with for making me drink... right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I hate in my current situation is that I'm never up to date with any sort of news. I don't have a TV what I could watch for news which is what I used to do back in Finland. Also, my mum used to keep me informed about everything interesting that was happening in the world. I sort of miss that and I'm just too lazy to find all that out on my own. Should change that really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time to watch some Conan and go to bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He owns.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1933636577474153718-6411156073518089505?l=fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/feeds/6411156073518089505/comments/default' title='Lähetä kommentteja'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2010/12/so-its-end-of-first-era-for-me-in.html#comment-form' title='0 kommenttia'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/6411156073518089505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/6411156073518089505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2010/12/so-its-end-of-first-era-for-me-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Varpunen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16956043171217848170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nx7FcOsegwc/T0kxP7cQ8xI/AAAAAAAAAL0/223G61qNZok/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1933636577474153718.post-8953727054923143526</id><published>2010-12-09T18:25:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T18:39:09.721+02:00</updated><title type='text'>High on life</title><content type='html'>I should be doing my chemistry essay instead of writing here but I'm not in the mood to do boring stuff and I am in the mood of procrastinating.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First of all, I'm having so much fun right now, I love my life in England and to be honest, I don't really wanna go back to Finland for Christmas. I have booked the flight tickets already and I know about 39829328 people who would be disappointed if I didn't go (...actually that number might be less than 10 but anyway). But the reason I don't wanna leave is that I don't wanna leave everyone here behind.. I know they're probably going home as well which makes me feel better for leaving but yeah, I'm not too keen on the idea of going back to Finland for 3 weeks...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like the headline of my blog suggests, my general mood is so good and it has been since last Friday and I hope it'll stay like that forever! I think it has something to do with my friend, Anni, visiting me for the weekend 'cause it was a great weekend. Also, I saw this Belgian band called Puggy on Monday. They were so great and I'm so in love with them now. I also saw the band later in Burger King, with my friend Vincent, which was so cool and he's still probably overly excited about that fact. I would be too, but I didn't know the band that well that point yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok, I need to have a shower now, finish the essay and eat something before joining a christmassy party in the house!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1933636577474153718-8953727054923143526?l=fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/feeds/8953727054923143526/comments/default' title='Lähetä kommentteja'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2010/12/high-on-life.html#comment-form' title='0 kommenttia'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/8953727054923143526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/8953727054923143526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2010/12/high-on-life.html' title='High on life'/><author><name>Varpunen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16956043171217848170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nx7FcOsegwc/T0kxP7cQ8xI/AAAAAAAAAL0/223G61qNZok/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1933636577474153718.post-1360986272981706533</id><published>2010-11-30T01:53:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T02:12:06.653+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't read this!!!11</title><content type='html'>I'm actually in a very bad state of mind to write anything here but I really really really feel like doing that anyway. I'm rather sad about a few things that has happened in my life, wont go into that, but it's definitely bringing me down. I'm also sad that I don't have anyone to love really, apart from my two teddies (which isn't exactly what you can call a good thing either). I'm not gonna write more about that as I definitely think that's not what you write in a blog but I just figured I might explain why I'm feeling low at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But whatever happens in life, you gotta focus on the good things, which is why I'm gonna go on about those now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm now 20! I'm not sure if that's a good thing or not but it doesn't feel bad. I had my birthday party a few days ago and I'm still kind of recovering from that. I had fun - even though I don't remember the end of it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moving to a completely different subject..........................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's cold in London! Oh em gee. Actually, I'm really excited now for tomorrow as it's supposed to snow during the night and I wanna see if Simon Pegg is right with his tweet about it. He said he thinks it's gonna snow and that his dog, Minnie, can sense it as well. Which I found incredibly cute and also funny. So now I want him to be right so it has to snow. I'm not sure if I'm able to sleep now if it doesn't do that soon! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;About London.. I'm really enjoying it in here. Just a few days ago, when I was sitting in the bus on my way to meet a friend, I had this really weird realization, that went something like this "oh wow, I'm actually living in London and I'm used to live in England now. wow. who knew that would actually happen". It was such a weird feeling but on the other hand it made me in such a good mood and it really made me feel better about myself. A few years back I never thought I'd actually move to England even though it has been my dream for ages. But I have done it and all I can say that it was such a good decision from me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sure, if I hadn't come here, I wouldn't enjoy my life as much as I do now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh wow, it was actually such a good thing to come to write here as now I feel great and full of self confidence again. What a wonderful thing a blog is! Also, trying to think positive always helps and looking at the good things that are happening can just make you think less of the bad ones and you'll be able to enjoy your life even though not every single aspect is what you'd want it to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh god, that sounds cheesy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good night world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1933636577474153718-1360986272981706533?l=fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/feeds/1360986272981706533/comments/default' title='Lähetä kommentteja'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2010/11/dont-read-this11.html#comment-form' title='0 kommenttia'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/1360986272981706533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/1360986272981706533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2010/11/dont-read-this11.html' title='Don&apos;t read this!!!11'/><author><name>Varpunen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16956043171217848170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nx7FcOsegwc/T0kxP7cQ8xI/AAAAAAAAAL0/223G61qNZok/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1933636577474153718.post-8469000509431529632</id><published>2010-11-23T19:07:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T19:28:45.962+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting high rock 'n' rolling</title><content type='html'>A bag of crisps, chocolate bar and lots of pepsi max. That is, a well-functioning, hangover cure. It might not be what my body actually needs but it sure helps me keep going after a hard night!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday I had an interesting experiment. It involved me and a Polish guy and lots of alcohol. The point of this experiment was to find out does Polish people handle their drinks better than Finnish people (or vice versa). Obviously the hypothesis was different for either of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not sure how this actually ended as I have no memory of the last hour or so but according to our judges (a couple friends of ours who weren't drinking that much) we both did rather well with finishing a 0.75 liter vodka bottle and one wine bottle. Oh and a can of beer as well (gross). But to get real results, we had too little to drink. Which obviously means we're going to do that again some point but I'm not too sure if I'm ready for it before next year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's easy to tell from this that the student life is having an effect on me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1933636577474153718-8469000509431529632?l=fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/feeds/8469000509431529632/comments/default' title='Lähetä kommentteja'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2010/11/getting-high-rock-n-rolling.html#comment-form' title='0 kommenttia'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/8469000509431529632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/8469000509431529632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2010/11/getting-high-rock-n-rolling.html' title='Getting high rock &apos;n&apos; rolling'/><author><name>Varpunen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16956043171217848170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nx7FcOsegwc/T0kxP7cQ8xI/AAAAAAAAAL0/223G61qNZok/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1933636577474153718.post-8084675825900091397</id><published>2010-11-06T18:03:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T18:43:20.089+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Starbucks Chai Latte FTW</title><content type='html'>I shouldn't probably write anything like this here but I feel like it and I don't wanna bother anyone with it: I've got a crush. Well, not just a crush but three crushes! One more serious and one celebrity one and one lecturer one.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's start with the lecturer crush. He pretty much is the guy who I can see myself marrying. He's smart, funny, a bit nerdyish and his whole character is pretty much cute. If only he wasn't 20ish years older than me, I'd do everything to get him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then lets move on to the celebrity one. He is the pretty boy called Andrew Garfield. I saw him first in the movie called the Imaginarium of Doctor Parnassus and the latest movie was obviously The Social Network. I think anyone would have a crush on such a pretty boy really so it's nothing too surprising. And I think the clothes he wore and how his hair was made in the Facebook movie made him look better, he doesn't look as good as Andrew. How sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, I'm not gonna say anything much about the serious crush as I don't wanna spread it around that much, especially on a blog in the internet...! But he's very similar to me and I'd love to get to know him better but I doubt there's a chance. Oh well, that's life I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also just realized that if you do a Google search for "fuckshitbollocks" you get my blog as the fourth result. How freaking cool is that?!? :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1933636577474153718-8084675825900091397?l=fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/feeds/8084675825900091397/comments/default' title='Lähetä kommentteja'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2010/11/starbucks-chai-latte-ftw.html#comment-form' title='0 kommenttia'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/8084675825900091397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/8084675825900091397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2010/11/starbucks-chai-latte-ftw.html' title='Starbucks Chai Latte FTW'/><author><name>Varpunen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16956043171217848170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nx7FcOsegwc/T0kxP7cQ8xI/AAAAAAAAAL0/223G61qNZok/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1933636577474153718.post-4621690769470419159</id><published>2010-11-04T01:31:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T02:04:28.271+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mindless...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;For some reason I was drawn onto this site just now and I really felt like writing a blog entry for the first time in ages. I should do it more often 'cause I really love reading back to what was going on in my life at a certain time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;So yeah, for starters, I'd like to write here that I am in England, London. I have been for exactly 6 weeks and 3 days. And I'm loving it. It was everything I could ever dream of and more. Plus, it has been a new beginning for me which was just what I needed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I just now had a some sort of a blackout and I can't think of anything good to write, so instead of writing good stuff, I might write anything that comes in my mind. Such as, my fridge just turned the cooling mode on and it's making a horrible noise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I also happened to notice the Baileys bottle on my floor which I bought today for £9 and I'm quite glad I bought it. Such an unnecessary purchase really but what can you do? I'm a student and that's alcohol. Plus it's quite delicious. I should go to wash some dishes, I will be continue writing in a sec...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;So, it turns out that our sink is blocked in the kitchen again so I can't do the dishes. Which wouldn't be a problem but I've already used all my plates. But no can do. I also realized that the apple crumble I made (and left to the kitchen with a note for everyone to help themselves..!) turned out to be shit and I'm so glad no one touched it 'cause it really tasted wrong. The top part was okay though, the apples must have been just off.. after all they were really old ones too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I just paid my rent, 5 minutes before it would have been late. Damn I'm good at paying bills. I'm so worried  about how am I going to be able to afford living here for the year (not to mention the rest 3 years) but on the other hand, I couldn't care less. Everything will work out in the end anyway and I'm gonna be rich and famous. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Less of the famous though I hope and more of the rich.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Now though, time to end writing this rubbish and go to bed. I wont go to sleep yet but I'm too tired to be sitting on my desk and writing. I might also watch some interviews from Into the Wild and listen to Pearl Jam. I'm so into those two things now, I can't even describe it. I love Eddie Vedder. (my laptop has no idea who Vedder is as it's telling me it's not written right... stupid laptop) But yeah, life without his voice would be so much more dull.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1933636577474153718-4621690769470419159?l=fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/feeds/4621690769470419159/comments/default' title='Lähetä kommentteja'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2010/11/mindless.html#comment-form' title='0 kommenttia'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/4621690769470419159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/4621690769470419159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2010/11/mindless.html' title='Mindless...'/><author><name>Varpunen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16956043171217848170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nx7FcOsegwc/T0kxP7cQ8xI/AAAAAAAAAL0/223G61qNZok/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1933636577474153718.post-6107245134031830309</id><published>2010-07-10T14:16:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T14:18:51.554+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Deutschland</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;I’m back! Not that I was gone for the whole time I didn’t post in my blog… but I still am now back in Finland from my trip to Germany. Just to make my story that’s coming next a bit clearer to everyone, I must say that I took a train to Tampere from Helsinki so I could go to the Ryanair flight…&lt;br /&gt;I’m actually writing this in the train, I was slightly bored so I decided to take out my laptop and listen to some music and write. First of all, I wanna thank the Finnish dudes who check your train tickets. Because I (being stupid and all that) booked a train ticket that would have left at 15:37.. I thought it’d be the best to get the later train incase it’d take a long time to the train station from the airport.. So yeah I was actually at the train station at around 10…. But instead of waiting for almost 6 hours I decided to ask from the ticket desk if they could change my ticket so I could take an earlier train. They said no ‘cause apparently the tickets are only for specific trains. I was all sad and I hopeless ‘cause I was so tired (after waking up at 4) and I didn’t have a clue what would I have done with all those extra hours in TAMPERE! But, I still went walking in the city ‘cause I had never been in Tampere before so I thought it’d be nice and the weather was nice too. After walking for an hour it wasn’t too nice anymore as I had my luggage and everything with me and it was bloody hot. So I decided to head back to the train station and ask the dude who actually checks the train tickets if I could take the earlier train. Fortunately the dude was extremely cool and made me a new ticket so I could take the earlier train (at 12:37) and I didn’t have to spend the next 3 hours wasting time in Tampere. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;That story was longer than I expected it to be… Anyhow, I really liked Germany. I went there to meet Laura, I stayed at hers for a week. I really like that way of travelling and especially seeing things from someone’s point of view who actually lives there. They know the best places and the coolest things. It’s also stress free when you don’t have to wonder how the local traffic works and all that. She lives near Bremen, so obviously I saw Bremen but also Bremerhaven. Both cool cities, Bremen being bigger and Bremerhaven being cuter. Oh and we went to Bremerhaven zoo and I saw polar bears!! It might not sound like a big of a deal but it is to me as it was the first time I saw those guys! And also penguins. I took some really nice pictures of the lovely creatures as well. Then we also went to this emigrant museum in Bremerhaven,&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;which was quite cool. You got to follow a story of some emigrants who moved away from Germany to the USA. Then we also went on top of this very high building in Bremerhaven so I got really cool pictures from there. In Bremen we just walked through the city, saw the most important sights and got nice pictures. We also went to Starbucks (oh noes) and then I bought some German chocolate which, according to Laura, is amazing (I haven’t tasted yet but I’m sure that will happen soon as I get home). I also got to taste Bremen’s famous raisin bread and after all that we went to eat to an Italian restaurant where the food was yummy.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;But, overall, I really liked being there and Laura is one awesome person.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1933636577474153718-6107245134031830309?l=fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/feeds/6107245134031830309/comments/default' title='Lähetä kommentteja'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2010/07/deutschland.html#comment-form' title='0 kommenttia'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/6107245134031830309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/6107245134031830309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2010/07/deutschland.html' title='Deutschland'/><author><name>Varpunen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16956043171217848170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nx7FcOsegwc/T0kxP7cQ8xI/AAAAAAAAAL0/223G61qNZok/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1933636577474153718.post-5898724752327275532</id><published>2010-06-21T16:30:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T17:02:32.480+03:00</updated><title type='text'>I need to buy a black london cab..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I HATE WHEN I'VE BEEN WRITING FOR AGES AND I HAVE ABOUT 3254324323 PAGES OF TEXT BUT THEN I DO SOMETHING WRONG AND IT DELETES IT ALL!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry for that. But it annoys me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways.. about the London cab.. I don't really need one but they're cool and I sure do feel like a cab driver! I've been driving today for.. 6 hours and it's not gonna end! I still have an hour left in all the driving... I really should start charging for it, as then I'll be rich!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've also become really good in calling to scary English people. Today I was wondering about something I needed for my accommodation arrangements and well, I didn't even bother to try to find out emails, I just called there and that was it. I'm kinda surprised 'cause I'm usually quite scared even to call Finnish dudes who I don't know. But I guess living alone means actually handling everything on your own so it's kinda good I can then also call people..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But what I've noticed.. is that English women are really scary! Which is why I think that's why all English men seem so relaxed and calm as the women have frightened them to death! Thanks English women, now I can go and find myself an awesome English gentleman who will be all happy with me actually being nice! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh my, I feel so drained and I really don't have the energy to figure out what to write here although I really really really really feel like writing here..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I REALLY WANNA GO TO ENGLAND ALREADY!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1933636577474153718-5898724752327275532?l=fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/feeds/5898724752327275532/comments/default' title='Lähetä kommentteja'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-need-to-buy-black-london-cab.html#comment-form' title='0 kommenttia'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/5898724752327275532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/5898724752327275532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-need-to-buy-black-london-cab.html' title='I need to buy a black london cab..'/><author><name>Varpunen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16956043171217848170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nx7FcOsegwc/T0kxP7cQ8xI/AAAAAAAAAL0/223G61qNZok/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1933636577474153718.post-3120529329500772105</id><published>2010-06-18T17:41:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T17:57:14.848+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Outside with the laptop...</title><content type='html'>I've found a good way of "being outside the whole day"... That is.. bring the laptop outside and enjoy! Not really though, but I do love sitting outside with the laptop more than sitting inside.. Fresh air.. bugs to annoy you.. and the awesome feeling when the little baby sparrows come and greet you!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So today I've only been filling documents, booking stuff and pulling my hair out for being all so stressed about everything! I also went for a walk to the post office (to mail my loan applications - see my England blog) so it's not been completely useless day. And now I'm trying to relax outside, writing my blog and thinking about nice things instead of all the uni stuff.. There really isn't much to do about it at the moment so why stress about it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love how my mum is dealing with the whole London thing.. She said she's really happy for me and pleased with the fact that I got in a university.. But then she doesn't wanna help me with anything and is quite grumpy whenever I mention it. I do understand it and that is why it's rather funny in my opinion. She's sad about me going so far away but she doesn't wanna prevent me from going. I love my mum. It's her birthday today as well, so... HAPPY BIRTHDAY MUM!!!! :) And because of that I should be going to the kitchen and make a salmon cake  and also strawberry-rhubarb cake for tomorrow, as some of our relatives are gonna come over. I will do that soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also need a shower. Just to keep everyone informed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been trying to not to write any crappy or depressing stuff here and I think I've managed quite well, but then again that means there aren't much to write about.. I've been feeling down for quite a while now 'cause of some things that has happened lately.. I wont mention what but people who know me, surely knows what those things are. And because of that there might be some time between the blog entries, but I will keep writing once I feel a bit better (like today).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now I need to post a vid for this one band which I've recently discovered.. Johnossi! They're a Swedish band, very talented one and I love their sound. I'll let their music tell more.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object style="background-image:url(http://i3.ytimg.com/vi/b_19Gc3cTWE/hqdefault.jpg)" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/b_19Gc3cTWE&amp;amp;hl=fi_FI&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/b_19Gc3cTWE&amp;amp;hl=fi_FI&amp;amp;fs=1" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm kinda disappointed of the video really, it's an idea that's been used 342985 times before.. But well, it's the song that counts... And the singer is cute...! :D Oh and thanks to Marre, for making me to get into them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1933636577474153718-3120529329500772105?l=fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/feeds/3120529329500772105/comments/default' title='Lähetä kommentteja'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2010/06/outside-with-laptop.html#comment-form' title='0 kommenttia'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/3120529329500772105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/3120529329500772105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2010/06/outside-with-laptop.html' title='Outside with the laptop...'/><author><name>Varpunen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16956043171217848170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nx7FcOsegwc/T0kxP7cQ8xI/AAAAAAAAAL0/223G61qNZok/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1933636577474153718.post-7912998247970935707</id><published>2010-06-11T00:54:00.007+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T02:12:50.596+03:00</updated><title type='text'>MUSIC!</title><content type='html'>Now you can all see my recently played tracks on the left as well! It's from &lt;a href="http://www.last.fm/user/vvarpunen"&gt;Last.Fm&lt;/a&gt; which is why it's called vvarpunen as varpunen wasn't available :(&lt;div&gt;But anyway, it's there now. I'm not sure should I have the recently played list or the most played list but oh well, it's gonna stay with the recent songs for a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And hence this entry has such a great headline, I must say that GREEN DAY rocks! I never thought I'd actually start liking them but after going to their concert (which was two days ago) I have to think otherwise! They were so amazing live! And after the concert I've been listening to their music and it indeed sounds good. Also, I don't get the talk about Green Day going to a worse direction with their music. I think they're going to a better direction, especially with their latest album. It's more hard rock than punk rock which I love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then to another completely different genre of music... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object style="background-image:url(http://i4.ytimg.com/vi/kdAjcMi7GWg/hqdefault.jpg)" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kdAjcMi7GWg&amp;amp;hl=fi_FI&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kdAjcMi7GWg&amp;amp;hl=fi_FI&amp;amp;fs=1" width="480" height="295" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been listening to this from the radio for a few weeks now.. At first I hated that song but at the moment I love it, which is why I had to post it here now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1933636577474153718-7912998247970935707?l=fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/feeds/7912998247970935707/comments/default' title='Lähetä kommentteja'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2010/06/music.html#comment-form' title='0 kommenttia'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/7912998247970935707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/7912998247970935707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2010/06/music.html' title='MUSIC!'/><author><name>Varpunen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16956043171217848170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nx7FcOsegwc/T0kxP7cQ8xI/AAAAAAAAAL0/223G61qNZok/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1933636577474153718.post-1973935220270208050</id><published>2010-06-10T14:17:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T14:23:31.149+03:00</updated><title type='text'>IT'S SUMMER!!!</title><content type='html'>So yeah, I don't have much to say but I just wanted to update my blog and say IT'S SUMMER!! It's warm.. I have already burnt my skin two times (yay!) and I've managed to wear shorts and skirts and all! Which is all amazing. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;About my life, I've got some amazing news! I have wrote more here &lt;a href="http://veravarpunen.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://veravarpunen.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; (it's my other blog, you can find the link on the left as well) but I'll say it here too 'cause I'm being OVERLY EXCITED!!! I'M GONNA GO TO LONDON UNI TO STUDY!!! OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG!! :) It's going to be so bloody fantastic! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will promise to update this more and the other blog as well. I will update especially the Englandland blog as there is a lot to do and lot to say about it and also, a lot to worry about! And I'm also doing it so people who are here in Finland and wanna know about me.. (there aren't gonna be that many...) can read it and see what's going on with me. Obviously Facebook will work better with that but I'm gonna do the blog too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1933636577474153718-1973935220270208050?l=fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/feeds/1973935220270208050/comments/default' title='Lähetä kommentteja'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2010/06/its-summer.html#comment-form' title='0 kommenttia'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/1973935220270208050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/1973935220270208050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2010/06/its-summer.html' title='IT&apos;S SUMMER!!!'/><author><name>Varpunen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16956043171217848170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nx7FcOsegwc/T0kxP7cQ8xI/AAAAAAAAAL0/223G61qNZok/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1933636577474153718.post-4405085595551504625</id><published>2010-04-06T12:49:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T13:57:10.310+03:00</updated><title type='text'>How to become a yogi?</title><content type='html'>It's easy! Just follow these easy steps... First, buy suitable clothes for yoga, stretchy and comfortable. Then go to your dad's (who has been doing yoga for 3 years) everyday and he'll teach you yoga for free and you'll become awesome in yoga! It's that simple!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silly stuff aside, I have been going to my dad's so he could teach me yoga. At first I thought it was quite silly but then I just kept going and now it feels good. I've been going there for a month of two and I'm clearly getting better at it. Don't get me wrong, I'm still rubbish and my body isn't in a such condition that I could say I'm good in it but I'm definitely getting better. Another great thing about is that I feel so much better physically (why not mentally too) and my body's getting in a better shape. I must admit that I'm slightly hooked on it but I guess it's just a good thing. And I am interested in getting fit so it's perfect for me really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best thing about yoga is that you can do so much just with your own body, you don't need anything else for it, yet you are doing a proper excercise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1933636577474153718-4405085595551504625?l=fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/feeds/4405085595551504625/comments/default' title='Lähetä kommentteja'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2010/04/how-to-become-yogi.html#comment-form' title='0 kommenttia'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/4405085595551504625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/4405085595551504625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2010/04/how-to-become-yogi.html' title='How to become a yogi?'/><author><name>Varpunen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16956043171217848170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nx7FcOsegwc/T0kxP7cQ8xI/AAAAAAAAAL0/223G61qNZok/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1933636577474153718.post-8500800958585930992</id><published>2010-04-05T01:46:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T01:56:16.304+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Button in F1 Accident!</title><content type='html'>So basically I managed to suck up my F1 key with a vacuum cleaner today.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It all started when I was in my bedroom, typing happily away to Vera. I noticed that there was a large amount of dust on my laptop. I thought it'd be a great idea to use a vacuum cleaner to cleanse my laptop of this dust. I started by gently pointing the vacuum at the laptop keyboard, a few cm from the keyboard, I got impatient and moved it closer when suddenly my F1 key got sucked from the keyboard and into the vacuum cleaner. This was the biggest act of laptop related stupidity since I spilt molten butter on it (another story, won't go into it now). flash forward 2 minutes, I had my hand in the vacuum cleaner rummaging around in the dust and filth in there. I got the key out, but it wasn't going in. By this time of course, 30 minutes had passed and I still needed to have a shower. I left the key and laptop on the side and had my shower. Eventually, after an our of fiddling around with the laptop key, I finally got it to clip in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah, watch this space, I might post here more than once.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1933636577474153718-8500800958585930992?l=fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/feeds/8500800958585930992/comments/default' title='Lähetä kommentteja'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2010/04/button-in-f1-accident.html#comment-form' title='0 kommenttia'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/8500800958585930992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/8500800958585930992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2010/04/button-in-f1-accident.html' title='Button in F1 Accident!'/><author><name>James</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1933636577474153718.post-7012435625377848637</id><published>2010-03-17T17:57:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T18:04:27.359+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring time!</title><content type='html'>It's spring! At least it's trying to be but I think my body's a bit early on this. I'm all happy now and each time I go outside and feel the warming sun I can't stop smiling and thinking about how amazing life really is. It's not that springy yet here though, it's about -5 degrees outside during the days and -15 during the nights but I'm definitely optimistic about this and think that summer will be here soon! That's what I love about spring, it's all about winter passing by and summer coming instead! I definitely prefer summer to any other season and every time it turns into autumn I start to look for the next summer. The sun, flowers, birds, nature.. everything is so much better during the summer. Fresh fruits or berries and vegetables.. and the warmth! I really do love summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT! It's still spring and it will be spring for a month or two so I still gotta wait..! I hope this summer is gonna be special. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also updated my other blog so if you get lost here.. go there too! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1933636577474153718-7012435625377848637?l=fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/feeds/7012435625377848637/comments/default' title='Lähetä kommentteja'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2010/03/spring-time.html#comment-form' title='0 kommenttia'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/7012435625377848637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/7012435625377848637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2010/03/spring-time.html' title='Spring time!'/><author><name>Varpunen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16956043171217848170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nx7FcOsegwc/T0kxP7cQ8xI/AAAAAAAAAL0/223G61qNZok/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1933636577474153718.post-2360280509587047543</id><published>2010-01-19T13:14:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T14:06:16.565+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Orange windmills in wooden shoes</title><content type='html'>Not quite that exactly but that's what has been going around for me lately. As orange is supposed to be this country's colour, windmills are everywhere and apparently wooden shoes rock. Yes, I am in Holland. Also what I have noticed is that it's really flat in here and there are lots of canals everywhere. That's pretty much how you recognise Holland. So if you ever wake up in a strange area with loads of canals and windmills... You are in Holland!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok that was lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I'm right now at my friend's apartment, waiting this day to go by as there's really nothing to do as my friend is at school and her bf is ill.. But we'll also go to the cinema later. But what I was going to say that the town where I'm at is Nootdorp and it's a nice town. The centre is cool, with really beautiful old buildings and a bit of a country feeling. Country feeling comes from the sheep and goats which you can see from the kitchen window. Oh and you can also see a windmill! It's quite cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other places where I've been to: Delft, Amsterdam and Rotterdam. In that order. Delft is this really nice looking old city, where is once again pretty (as in beautiful) old buildings. It's bigger than Nootdorp obviously (I think you can call it a city already) but it's not too big. And I'm so loving the canals and there were these cool lights on top of them so it was amazing to walk there in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;Amsterdam is slightly bigger than the two first places I have mentioned already. Obviously. But it was still very nice and there was.. guess what..? Old buildings! haha.. I'm a fan of them. Amsterdam looked really nice, I took some cool pics from there. Well they might be  crap but the things I tried to take pics of looked nice. We went to see Anne Frank's house, which was.. interesting? Well to think about where she had to live.. and in what conditions.. that is quite horrible. Anyways.. We walked around the city, saw some cool buildings and also the red light districk.. which was.. interesting. Well, I guess it could be fun but it's not really for me. Sorry James. Ok that Amsterdam part doesn't make any sense but I don't really know what to say about it either. I mean, it's a city, it looked cool, I've seen it, that's it. :D I would like to go there again someday but not really in the near future.&lt;br /&gt;Theeeeeen Rotterdam. I didn't quite like it.. mostly 'cause it was so modern. The buildings are all quite new as there was some sorta bombing and all the old buildings were ruined. Anyways, it was all grey and boring, I didn't like it at all. Once I got a bit out of the centre, it started looking nicer but meh, it was still quite lame. I liked Amsterdam more. There was nice shops and all but that's pretty much it. Well, I didn't see THAT much of it but the actual centre wasn't that fancy. But apparently we're going to the Zoo later which is like the biggest evah, so that'll be fun and I'm sure I'll fell in love with it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have actually no idea what I have been writing here, all I know it's a lot and I can't really be bothered to read it. Oh well. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1933636577474153718-2360280509587047543?l=fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/feeds/2360280509587047543/comments/default' title='Lähetä kommentteja'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2010/01/orange-windmills-in-wooden-shoes.html#comment-form' title='0 kommenttia'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/2360280509587047543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/2360280509587047543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2010/01/orange-windmills-in-wooden-shoes.html' title='Orange windmills in wooden shoes'/><author><name>Varpunen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16956043171217848170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nx7FcOsegwc/T0kxP7cQ8xI/AAAAAAAAAL0/223G61qNZok/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1933636577474153718.post-4779181275656033111</id><published>2010-01-13T19:06:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T19:23:57.813+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A handbag?</title><content type='html'>Well, not really a handbag, but a bag in any case. Actually I was gonna talk about my luggage and about how I'm worried if it will ever get in Holland. As Finnish news are all about the problems with the luggage at the airport. That's where I was working too before christmas and the same thing is still going on. Oh well, I really hope I get my luggage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, poor Chinese people. I just heard on the news how Google is gonna withdraw from China for good! The same thing is with sites like Facebook, Youtube and Twitter.. How can they survive? Google is something I use every day for either useful or useless information.. I'm addicted to Facebook and Youtube is a great way to waste your time. That would be so horrible.. To be in such powerful control of your state that you can't do what you want even on the internet! I'm so glad I was born in Finland/Europe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um. that's about it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1933636577474153718-4779181275656033111?l=fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/feeds/4779181275656033111/comments/default' title='Lähetä kommentteja'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2010/01/handbag.html#comment-form' title='0 kommenttia'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/4779181275656033111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/4779181275656033111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2010/01/handbag.html' title='A handbag?'/><author><name>Varpunen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16956043171217848170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nx7FcOsegwc/T0kxP7cQ8xI/AAAAAAAAAL0/223G61qNZok/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1933636577474153718.post-446039147851068091</id><published>2010-01-12T13:02:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T13:17:45.262+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I want happy pigs!</title><content type='html'>I once again feel bad about the animals we eat. I was reading some article about the huge animal production industries and the way the animals have to live.. it's just appalling. This is from an article from the almighty internet, written about the finnish farms: &lt;em&gt;"Pigs kept for meat production were all held in very confined pens. The conditions were often filthy. The pigs had scars and injuries and tail-biting was common. We found dead pigs in every third visited piggery. Often the carcasses were just left to rot among others in pens, on the floor or in the yard."&lt;/em&gt; That just makes me very sad. Which has led me to the conclution that I'm gonna buy organic meat whenever possible. I'm gonna talk my mum into it, because why wouldn't we do it when we actually can? It's more expencive but it's better for us and better for the animals! I have been thinking of doing it for a long, long time and I've never done it.. and I feel so stupid for it. Oh I gotta say, I'm not gonna give up meat, 'cause to be honest, becoming a vegetarian is not gonna help, but if you support the organic farms - that will help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, enough about world saving for the day, now I just want to say that I'm going to Holland in TWO DAYS!! WOOOOOOOOOT! It's gonna be so great and I can't wait! :) I get to run away from the boring life I live here and I get to do awesome things in... holland! Ok my life isn't THAT boring that it could be but it could be better as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riight, so, now I gotta run to the shower as I have some stuff in my hair that is making it more blonde again! yay! :) and then all I need is a haircut in holland and my hair will look awesome again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1933636577474153718-446039147851068091?l=fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/feeds/446039147851068091/comments/default' title='Lähetä kommentteja'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-want-happy-pigs.html#comment-form' title='0 kommenttia'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/446039147851068091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/446039147851068091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-want-happy-pigs.html' title='I want happy pigs!'/><author><name>Varpunen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16956043171217848170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nx7FcOsegwc/T0kxP7cQ8xI/AAAAAAAAAL0/223G61qNZok/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1933636577474153718.post-2446820489996152009</id><published>2010-01-11T16:45:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T16:53:01.579+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything makes sense now!!</title><content type='html'>I was talking to my mum about dentists the other day and she said I should book an appointment so they could check my teeth.. well duh. but I told her that I don't want to and she said "what? are you still scared of dentists?". I was kinda confused and didn't know what to say 'cause I haven't mentioned about my fear towards to them that much 'cause she'd just made me go there more often. Like she's forcing me to clean up spider nests... well anyway, then she explained how I used hate dentists when I was a kid.. like really small kid. like 3 or something. Apparently I just wanted to run away all the time and I kicked the dentists and tried to bite them and all that stuff. And how I just got scared of them and how it just got worse when they forced me to sit on the dentist chair... It just makes sense now. Damn those dentists!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it. My life. Finding out the origin of my fears. How cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1933636577474153718-2446820489996152009?l=fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/feeds/2446820489996152009/comments/default' title='Lähetä kommentteja'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2010/01/everything-makes-sense-now.html#comment-form' title='0 kommenttia'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/2446820489996152009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/2446820489996152009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2010/01/everything-makes-sense-now.html' title='Everything makes sense now!!'/><author><name>Varpunen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16956043171217848170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nx7FcOsegwc/T0kxP7cQ8xI/AAAAAAAAAL0/223G61qNZok/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1933636577474153718.post-3825820917634459087</id><published>2010-01-04T16:13:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T16:25:02.343+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Katy Perry is American?!</title><content type='html'>I just found that out. That was a complete shock. I thought she was British!! It does make sense and his accent isn't that British but.. Woah! Not that I mind much as she isn't really my favourite artist ever and now I have yet another reason to hate America! Just kidding obviously. But anyhow, I should pay more attention to people's birth places!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't have anything else to say but this song has been ringing in my head for weeks now so I guess I gotta post it in my blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4N3N1MlvVc4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4N3N1MlvVc4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A brilliant song. Beautiful. Love it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1933636577474153718-3825820917634459087?l=fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/feeds/3825820917634459087/comments/default' title='Lähetä kommentteja'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2010/01/katy-perry-is-american.html#comment-form' title='1 kommenttia'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/3825820917634459087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/3825820917634459087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2010/01/katy-perry-is-american.html' title='Katy Perry is American?!'/><author><name>Varpunen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16956043171217848170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nx7FcOsegwc/T0kxP7cQ8xI/AAAAAAAAAL0/223G61qNZok/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1933636577474153718.post-2912709258180378693</id><published>2010-01-04T00:43:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T01:13:51.698+02:00</updated><title type='text'>2010... such a pain in the ass to write</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I've screwed up my sleeping pattern. I can't go to bed early. Tonight I decided to finally go for it - I was bored and had nothing to do at around 11, so I decided to go to bed. After spending 2 hours in bed, in my dark room, cuddling Fred the ted, and thinking about countless of things.. I had the idea to check what's happening in Facebook. Well, all I got was two updates so that didn't come as a success. But before I opened my laptop I also were thinking about updating my blog and as I felt even more awake... here I am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been updating this for a while but... well, there hasn't been that much happenings.. There was that christmas thing and the new years thing.. Which was all nice and I did have fun, especially on the new years eve. It was the first new years eve with a lot of snow for ages! Which was enjoyable in my opinion and it made the fireworks and the whole evening look slightly better. And I also realised, once again, how I actually fear fireworks... so I'm glad I didn't buy any for myself this year, 'cause wouldn't have wanted to fire them anyhow. I'm fine with other people risking their lives..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here are some things that did happen: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I turned 19. Well done me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I had a job for two days! Shocking news. I was at the Helsinki-Vantaa Airport, helping people find their luggage and basically listening to them yelling at me. It wasn't too bad and I'm getting (I hope) a nice amount of money for it as I had a night shift on christmas eve.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I got a sparrow called Timmy from James for christmas :) I looooove him. Well them. :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Anni came for a short visit in Finland. That was nice. Was so good to see her after a while.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I booked flight tickets to Holland and England! WOOOT! I'm sooo looking forward to them both. I'm going to Holland in 14th January and I'm coming back the 28th, and I'm going to England in 12th February and coming back the 21st! That's almost a month of travelling :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I SENT MY APPLICATION TO A UNI IN ENGLAND!!! I really really want a quick answer from them!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's pretty much it I think. I might have missed something but blame it on my awesomest memory... Oh, I could mention that I've started swimming and I am planning on doing that tomorrow too! I love the feeling when you go swimming and you swim like an hour or two and then you go to the sauna afterwards... It's so relaxing! So amazing. I just can't imagine the poor people who don't have the luxury of having a sauna at their swimming halls! It just belongs to the whole thing! Oh well, I'm glad to be Finnish. I'm so gonna miss sauna when I move to England :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1933636577474153718-2912709258180378693?l=fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/feeds/2912709258180378693/comments/default' title='Lähetä kommentteja'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010-such-pain-in-ass-to-write.html#comment-form' title='0 kommenttia'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/2912709258180378693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/2912709258180378693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010-such-pain-in-ass-to-write.html' title='2010... such a pain in the ass to write'/><author><name>Varpunen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16956043171217848170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nx7FcOsegwc/T0kxP7cQ8xI/AAAAAAAAAL0/223G61qNZok/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1933636577474153718.post-9029718401204474836</id><published>2009-12-19T18:25:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T18:26:10.523+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Love you honey</title><content type='html'>&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1933636577474153718-9029718401204474836?l=fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/feeds/9029718401204474836/comments/default' title='Lähetä kommentteja'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2009/12/love-you-honey.html#comment-form' title='1 kommenttia'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/9029718401204474836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/9029718401204474836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2009/12/love-you-honey.html' title='Love you honey'/><author><name>James</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1933636577474153718.post-2546828989281942517</id><published>2009-11-17T15:40:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T16:00:30.341+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so proud of myself.</title><content type='html'>First of all, I called to the dentist and got an appointment!!! I'm so scared now about it but still, I did it. Now I just have to remember it and also go there. Crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second.. I've studied today! WOOT! First time in ages! I feel so smart now! Even though I didn't get pretty much anything from what I read but hey, that's not important! ..or is it? Damn I think it is.. Oh well.. At least I've got time to figure it all out. But now I can concentrate on being proud of myself (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1933636577474153718-2546828989281942517?l=fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/feeds/2546828989281942517/comments/default' title='Lähetä kommentteja'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-so-proud-of-myself.html#comment-form' title='0 kommenttia'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/2546828989281942517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/2546828989281942517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-so-proud-of-myself.html' title='I&apos;m so proud of myself.'/><author><name>Varpunen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16956043171217848170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nx7FcOsegwc/T0kxP7cQ8xI/AAAAAAAAAL0/223G61qNZok/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1933636577474153718.post-2629210006562078987</id><published>2009-11-16T23:21:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T23:21:22.058+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9w1ewBq-7HA&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9w1ewBq-7HA&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1933636577474153718-2629210006562078987?l=fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/feeds/2629210006562078987/comments/default' title='Lähetä kommentteja'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 kommenttia'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/2629210006562078987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/2629210006562078987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Varpunen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16956043171217848170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nx7FcOsegwc/T0kxP7cQ8xI/AAAAAAAAAL0/223G61qNZok/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1933636577474153718.post-8344033030455169139</id><published>2009-11-16T15:05:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T16:12:11.275+02:00</updated><title type='text'>umm</title><content type='html'>World is really going nuts. Today I saw three transsexuals out there. And I doubt they were going to the same place either as they were all in different places, quite far away from each other. They were all quite, umm, poorly dressed.. as, obviously, they were all looking like men in women's clothes! Actually I'm not sure about one of them, he/she was really small and he had women's clothes but then he had very masculine face and.. moustache! It was rather weird. Not really the worst thing in the world but I felt like writing about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I actually went out there was because I went to get my driving license! WOOOOOT! It was cool. And now I don't have to show my passport at clubs or when I need to show some ID as I can just show my driving license! MUCH cooler! And the picture is so much better too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I went to the library to get the book for the genetics course... it's horrible! Well, horribly long at least. And I did look inside for a bit and it just had loads of strange looking pics and patterns.. Oh well, at least now I've got time to study it! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, I'm gonna post a video by Arctic Monkeys, because I'm falling in love with them. Our relationship started like couple months ago but now I'm starting to appreciate them more and more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LIQz6zZi7R0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LIQz6zZi7R0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1933636577474153718-8344033030455169139?l=fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/feeds/8344033030455169139/comments/default' title='Lähetä kommentteja'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2009/11/world-is-really-going-nuts.html#comment-form' title='0 kommenttia'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/8344033030455169139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/8344033030455169139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2009/11/world-is-really-going-nuts.html' title='umm'/><author><name>Varpunen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16956043171217848170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nx7FcOsegwc/T0kxP7cQ8xI/AAAAAAAAAL0/223G61qNZok/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1933636577474153718.post-6261447686110989668</id><published>2009-11-15T18:09:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T18:28:48.081+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wonder.. When parents say they don't really need gifts for christmas or their birthday or mother's/father's day etc.. Do they really mean it? It was fathers day in Finland a week ago on Sunday and I thought.. for once, I wont give my dad anything. Mostly 'cause I've run out of ideas to give him and also because he was in Spain during that time. So, couple days later I get a call from my dad asking "is everything alright?" AND saying "we should do something fun this week!". And this normally wouldn't probably make me think.. but that doesn't happen normally with my dad. So I'm guessing that me "forgotting" to give him something actually bothered/bothers him. &lt;br /&gt;Another example is when it was my mum's birthday and I came downstairs that very morning, she  was like "now, where's my present?". I told her I didn't have any and she looked SO disappointed, like a child would be if he hadn't got any presents on christmas. The real truth is, I just wanted to see the look on her face and then give her the present I got her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure they still want their presents although they keep saying they don't. OH SHIT, I just forgot to make my dad something! So I could have something to take with me when I visit him today. Too late now. AH. damn. well. at least I thought about it..! I'm a lousy daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change of subject........ now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to see my brother's flat yesterday. Well, I wasn't the only one - it was the normal combo of my family + my godmother's family. I had a blast. The flat was also very cool, looked really fancy and stylish, a proper bachelor pad. It made me start to think about what kinda flat I'd want. And now I really can't wait to move out as I wanna start decorating my own home. It'll be fantastic! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, off I go, to spend a father's day - a week late - and eating healthy food. Damn midlife crisis.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1933636577474153718-6261447686110989668?l=fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/feeds/6261447686110989668/comments/default' title='Lähetä kommentteja'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-wonder.html#comment-form' title='0 kommenttia'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/6261447686110989668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/6261447686110989668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-wonder.html' title=''/><author><name>Varpunen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16956043171217848170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nx7FcOsegwc/T0kxP7cQ8xI/AAAAAAAAAL0/223G61qNZok/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1933636577474153718.post-4180464968955485441</id><published>2009-11-10T18:26:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T18:56:51.394+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy happy happy! :D</title><content type='html'>YAY I got in to a course about genetics! I always hated genetics in high school but it doesn't matter, I get to study! And I'm pretty sure it'll be different.. although it will be also more difficult and more complicated.. Oh well! This time I'll have enough time to do the course properly and actually pay attention to the subject and get a great grade from it and finally start doing something with my life! I'm looking forward to it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another nice thing that has happened.. At the cat sanctuary I was asked to come on Saturday to help! as they need me! Ok that's not so glamorous.. but! The boss said they need someone experienced ;) AS I'd have to take care of the medicines and all the important stuff :O Wooow. Well, I'm  gonna try to do it really really well and show I can be trusted and then maybe they'll see that I actually am quite good and possibly maybe later they could hire me? Ok it's wishful thinking as probably many people who have studied to become animal.. nurses(?) wants to work there and I clearly do not know as much about animals as they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am happy and I can see life becoming better for me again and I could actually start to become less bored! I can't actually wait to get the books for the genetics course in my hands so I can start studying and then show off with my awesome grade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh, one more thing I'm happy about.. Mighty Boosh are releasing a new dvd of their tour! I don't know why I'm so excited but I feel like I must get it and see it and be a huge fan again and go crazy and think about how Mighty Boosh rocks and.. so on! I've had a long pause from them but I think.. today it might change. I might watch an episode of it! Or I might not, you never know, but I do know that I will buy the damn DVD as it's been far too long since I've actually bought anything for me. (plane tickets so do not count although buying them has probably been the greatest purchase in my life :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah and I do gotta mention I've got the best boyfriend in the world :D Who I've been together with for one year tomorrow. :) Love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to the end.. a song. by yet another Finnish artist. I like their Finnishness and the fact they're from Pohjanmaa! :D&lt;br /&gt;There's no actual video for the song but it doesn't matter really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/o-5WCq2LDmI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/o-5WCq2LDmI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1933636577474153718-4180464968955485441?l=fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/feeds/4180464968955485441/comments/default' title='Lähetä kommentteja'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-happy-happy-d.html#comment-form' title='0 kommenttia'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/4180464968955485441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/4180464968955485441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-happy-happy-d.html' title='Happy happy happy! :D'/><author><name>Varpunen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16956043171217848170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nx7FcOsegwc/T0kxP7cQ8xI/AAAAAAAAAL0/223G61qNZok/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1933636577474153718.post-5444159180207647369</id><published>2009-10-30T10:51:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T12:04:28.739+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I haven't done this in a while and I thought I just might update this with some stuff that has been going on in my life lately. Ok that will have to wait a while as my pineapples are ready on farmville now! yay! --- ok so 20 minutes later I can continue this! I never thought I'd actually get farmville but someone called James made me have it and I'm sure he regrets it now as he can't beat me :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, moving on. I've got a driving license now. I passed my driving test on the first go, that's how good I am ;) haha not really but my test went really well and I didn't make any mistakes. It's so cool to go driving alone, it feels so liberating. I no longer have to ask rides anywhere (I just have to ask for the car from my brother :p) and I get so much faster to tennis nowadays! Which is so good as it takes me at least an hour to get there by bus but by car it's 20 minutes at the most. So amazing. Although I've never driven there alone yet and I'm kinda scared to do so but I'm sure it can't be that bad! ...hopefully... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something else that has happened.. I went to England again! It was amazing. I loved every single moment of it, especially our trip to London :D I really think I've found the one for me, James is really amazing. Yes you are honey :P as you're probably the only one who reads this :D It just feels so right to be with him :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after the trip I had an entrance exam to uni.. It didn't go that well at all but I'm not gonna think about it until I get the results. Otherwise I'll just go crazy thinking the possibilities, did I really screw it up that badly or not.. So now I'll just try to live my life doing... dunno what really but some other stuff trying to keep my mind out of it. Well I can always go to the gym and get awesome results from that! woot. And I could try to get another job as I really need something to do.. I really need to get in uni so I'd actually have a life.. but I yeah, like I said, no thinking about that until I've got the results...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else.. oh yeah, my mum signed me in to this photography course while I was in England.. She said I gotta go there as she has already paid for it.. Fucking yay. The course is pretty much about the basics of photography.. I so do not need it :D But well, I guess it's not that bad, and I MIGHT learn something.. It could have been better if it was more advanced than that.. But well, I could go to the next level course next time and make my mum pay for that too :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok that's enough updating, now it's time for me to put a video here, which is a bit unusual one as it's Finnish AND the singer is a.. female! But I like her and her music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4lBG3YP-FRs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4lBG3YP-FRs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1933636577474153718-5444159180207647369?l=fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/feeds/5444159180207647369/comments/default' title='Lähetä kommentteja'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-havent-done-this-in-while-and-i.html#comment-form' title='0 kommenttia'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/5444159180207647369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/5444159180207647369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-havent-done-this-in-while-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Varpunen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16956043171217848170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nx7FcOsegwc/T0kxP7cQ8xI/AAAAAAAAAL0/223G61qNZok/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1933636577474153718.post-3569506516636414475</id><published>2009-10-01T13:42:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T14:17:23.885+03:00</updated><title type='text'>hair and feet stuff. :D</title><content type='html'>Why do people dye their hair? What's the point in it? Those kinda questions were circling around in my head... When my mum was putting some hair dye on my hair..! It's useless really. If some stupid person wouldn't have accidentally figured out that "Oh! I can dye my hair!", we'd all have natural coloured hair, and I bet there wouldn't be as many problems with 1) dry hair 2) burnt skin on your head etc! As the dye is just horrible chemicals mixed together that must affect you in some way - other than just dying your hair. My hair always looks lame after dying it as the colour always fails (apparently 'cause of this redish pigment that I might possibly have in my hair (said by a hairdresser)) and it's getting more and more dry and I think it's mostly 'cause of he dying. &lt;br /&gt;Well, my hair is still wet so I can't say what's the result yet but it looks alarmingly yellow and that's something I do not really like! Which makes me think.. why on earth did I start this vicious circle of dying my hair anyhow! It was when I was like 12? 13? 14? dunno, but I still wanted to dye my hair 'cause my friend did doo. D'oh! I've been thinking (for a long time) about growing my natural colour back but when ever I get the roots to be 5cm of my own colour.. It starts to look horrible and I just wanna hide it! Not 'cause my natural colour would be horrible, it's just the difference between the natural and dyed hair.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To another completely different subject.. I hate leg pain. The kind when you can't use your leg as it hurts too much. Right now my heel hurts so much I can't step on it so I gotta walk around on my toes.. Which is starting to get to my nerves and it's not really normal (it certainly doesn't look normal..) and I wanna go out and have a walk or go to the gym and excercise or just do SOMETHING! But now I just gotta sit inside all day long and try to figure out how to kill time.. With a heel that's hurting pretty much all the time so it's not fun! Although, it's getting better so I hope I'll be fine in couple days and then I can go out and do stuff in extreme amounts and hurt it again :D (I once did that, when my ankle was killing me ('cause I stepped horribly wrong in tennis) and I thought my leg was fine a week after so I went to play tennis and went for a walk and gym and stuff.. in any case, a proper strain on it.. it got even worse and it was hurting like two weeks after that.. not smart!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1933636577474153718-3569506516636414475?l=fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/feeds/3569506516636414475/comments/default' title='Lähetä kommentteja'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2009/10/hair-and-feet-stuff-d.html#comment-form' title='1 kommenttia'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/3569506516636414475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/3569506516636414475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2009/10/hair-and-feet-stuff-d.html' title='hair and feet stuff. :D'/><author><name>Varpunen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16956043171217848170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nx7FcOsegwc/T0kxP7cQ8xI/AAAAAAAAAL0/223G61qNZok/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1933636577474153718.post-1114256064191703661</id><published>2009-09-25T11:13:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T11:48:59.407+03:00</updated><title type='text'>new muuusic</title><content type='html'>Disappointed, disappointed, disappointed. Yes, I am disappointed. I logged on to youtube and it said that my subscription had added a new video. I got all excited when I realised it was Foo Fighters' new song - Wheels! Like oh my wow! So yeah, now you can probably guess why I am disappointed. The song is boring. Simply boring. I've listened to it three times now and each time I get more bored. I hope my opinion changes as I'd love some new music from the Foos.. GOOD new music. The song is just this basic pop-rock what the world is full of anyways. And the ending is the worst thing ever, it just repeats the chorus over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over again.. Oh and, ironically the lyrics go "and you feel like it's all over, there's another round for you". I think it says it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll move on listening to Pearl Jam's new album, I REALLY hope they've come up with something better. At least the small bits of The Fixer what I've heard before have already beaten Wheels. I think I also prefer Vedder's voice over Grohl's, so that might give extra points to Pearl Jam. And at least PJ sounds somewhat more rockish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I just listened The Fixer and it's not really THAT amazing but it definitely wins the battle. And Pearl Jam wins the battle of better album too, as I hate greatest hits albums.. It's just either a) bands wanting money, b) bands not coming up with anything decent so they gotta publish their old material over again... I somehow think it's the later one... hmm wonder why.. Could it be 'cause their new song sucks? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, I'm still waiting for Slash's new album, I have a feeling it's gonna be awesome. Although I should lower my expectations as then it'll at least be okayish if it sucks :D I must go to Twitter to see if Slash has written some info about the album. &lt;br /&gt;- 5 seconds later -&lt;br /&gt;OMG! Grohl is gonna be on his album! I hope he doesn't ruin it ;) Apparently Grohl is on drums and Duff is gonna play bass on one song. Sounds lovely. But no mention of the date when the album is gonna be released! LAME! I want it already. But. I must have patience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1933636577474153718-1114256064191703661?l=fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/feeds/1114256064191703661/comments/default' title='Lähetä kommentteja'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-muuusic.html#comment-form' title='0 kommenttia'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/1114256064191703661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/1114256064191703661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-muuusic.html' title='new muuusic'/><author><name>Varpunen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16956043171217848170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nx7FcOsegwc/T0kxP7cQ8xI/AAAAAAAAAL0/223G61qNZok/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1933636577474153718.post-6732741431860181239</id><published>2009-09-24T15:29:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T16:43:46.820+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had something smart in my head, something that I could write here. But once I got this page open all that smart stuff just suddenly disappeared from my head. Nice one head. Well I'm so tired right now, I were cleaning them cats today (took care of 16 cages by myself). It was all nice, one of them cats bit me, one almost bit me and one scratched me. Nice kitties. Well, all of them were kinda understantable cases.. The one that bit me is this really active and lively cat, who was just a bit too excited to get out of his cage and he just came to "play" with me. The one who almost bit me (but I was too fast for her ;D) didn't wanna go back to the cage and when I pushed her a bit she tried to teach me a lesson. The one who scratched me was just too scared of me and wanted me to get the hell out of his cage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've fallen in love with cats when I've been there. They're all awesome. Except couple of them.. haha.. I especially like this one lady cat.. She's so affectionate and loves a bit of attention. She's getting a home soon though.. Although I'm glad, I'm also sad as I can't go to play with her anymore and give her them little cat sweets what she loves! Oh well, I'm sure she'll get lots of love as she gives it back a lot &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wow this blog entry must be really boring. :D but that's what happened to me today and I felt like writing about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also were working at the fur auction place for couple days (on Sunday and Monday). It was an alright job and the salary was quite nice but I were there only for couple days so I got like 180e. I wish I could have been there for more days so I could actually go to Holland to see Anni (and possibly Laura) AND to England to see James. But as I only got that little I'll be able to do only one of them.. And although it's not a nice choise to make it's quite obvious what I'm gonna do.. I feel kinda bad about it but no can do really. Well, I hope I get money on my birthday / at christmas. I promise I'll be a good girl. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want a bathtub.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1933636577474153718-6732741431860181239?l=fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/feeds/6732741431860181239/comments/default' title='Lähetä kommentteja'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-had-something-smart-in-my-head.html#comment-form' title='0 kommenttia'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/6732741431860181239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/6732741431860181239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-had-something-smart-in-my-head.html' title=''/><author><name>Varpunen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16956043171217848170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nx7FcOsegwc/T0kxP7cQ8xI/AAAAAAAAAL0/223G61qNZok/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1933636577474153718.post-3912212851418166865</id><published>2009-09-22T18:24:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T18:29:21.509+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Muse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Resistance'/><title type='text'>Vera's music reviews vol. 1: Muse - The Resistance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4KQsaU5dkho/Sne1MLmChPI/AAAAAAAACvU/wLq-BPpqqO8/s400/2009+-+Muse+-+The+Resistance+(Pre-Released)+-+front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4KQsaU5dkho/Sne1MLmChPI/AAAAAAAACvU/wLq-BPpqqO8/s400/2009+-+Muse+-+The+Resistance+(Pre-Released)+-+front.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first impressions from the album were really good and after listening to it once or twice I started liking it more and more. Although about 5 songs sounded somewhat like other already existing songs, that we've heard in the past (or at least similar to the sound that the bands have). For example United States of Eurasia sounds slightly too much like Queen, which I'm sure everyone has noticed but in my opinion at least one part of Unnatural Selection sounds a bit like System of a Down as well. I'm sure you know what I'm talking about, it's the part "Counterbalance this commotion, we're not droplets in the ocean". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite all the sounds that are similar to something we've heard before, the album is loyal to the old Muse sound - partly 'cause of Bellamy's unique voice - but it also has a new twist to it, which altogether makes it sound great. Nothing wrong with using something old in a new creative way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After listening the album countless of times, it has just got better and better. The album is strong music-wise and it really entertains and is purely an amazing listening experience. Favourite song from the album for me must be Undisclosed Desires. The melody is amazing and the lyrics are genious and sung with passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really can't wait to see them live, it must be a damn good concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10/10&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1933636577474153718-3912212851418166865?l=fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/feeds/3912212851418166865/comments/default' title='Lähetä kommentteja'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2009/09/veras-music-reviews-vol-1-muse_22.html#comment-form' title='0 kommenttia'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/3912212851418166865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/3912212851418166865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2009/09/veras-music-reviews-vol-1-muse_22.html' title='Vera&apos;s music reviews vol. 1: Muse - The Resistance'/><author><name>Varpunen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16956043171217848170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nx7FcOsegwc/T0kxP7cQ8xI/AAAAAAAAAL0/223G61qNZok/s220/001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4KQsaU5dkho/Sne1MLmChPI/AAAAAAAACvU/wLq-BPpqqO8/s72-c/2009+-+Muse+-+The+Resistance+(Pre-Released)+-+front.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1933636577474153718.post-548380945378728917</id><published>2009-09-17T21:52:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T22:08:48.517+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Every year is getting shorter...</title><content type='html'>I just realised it's about two months and I'm 19. It's freaking scary. Where the fuck has the year gone? It's gone so fast I hardly even noticed! Then again there has been some major stuff happening that has changed my life in some way. And it also has involved the best time of my life. Being 18 hasn't been that horrible. But I'm still a bit confused about the speed time runs.. It's scary to notice you're almost a year older! But probably not as scary as it will be in 20 or 30 years! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MYiahoYfPGk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MYiahoYfPGk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1933636577474153718-548380945378728917?l=fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/feeds/548380945378728917/comments/default' title='Lähetä kommentteja'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2009/09/every-year-is-getting-shorter.html#comment-form' title='0 kommenttia'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/548380945378728917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/548380945378728917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2009/09/every-year-is-getting-shorter.html' title='Every year is getting shorter...'/><author><name>Varpunen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16956043171217848170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nx7FcOsegwc/T0kxP7cQ8xI/AAAAAAAAAL0/223G61qNZok/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1933636577474153718.post-1197576145500986340</id><published>2009-09-16T23:05:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T23:05:47.658+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Boat that Rocked is amazing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-James&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1933636577474153718-1197576145500986340?l=fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/feeds/1197576145500986340/comments/default' title='Lähetä kommentteja'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2009/09/boat-that-rocked-is-amazing-james.html#comment-form' title='0 kommenttia'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/1197576145500986340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/1197576145500986340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2009/09/boat-that-rocked-is-amazing-james.html' title=''/><author><name>James</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1933636577474153718.post-3498823550414488984</id><published>2009-09-16T20:43:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T09:20:47.748+03:00</updated><title type='text'>blob</title><content type='html'>I figured out a good way to make my blog to have some point to it. I am going to start reviewing albums! I'll post one review of any album I like once a week. I've already decided this week's album and it is gonna be Muse's new album, The Resistance. I'll post the review later this week, now I gotta start listening to it more. I have a feeling it's gonna be positive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the blog entries might be full of crap but I don't care :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still think James should start writing here!! ]]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I watched the movie The Boat That Rocked today.. It rocked. I really liked it and it was funny and it had amazing music! I gotta buy it sometime later in life. When I have extra money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really have anything else to write.. so adios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and since this week is gonna be Museish, I could post a video of one of their awesome songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UTrnB9d7dfU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UTrnB9d7dfU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1933636577474153718-3498823550414488984?l=fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/feeds/3498823550414488984/comments/default' title='Lähetä kommentteja'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-figured-out-good-way-to-make-my-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 kommenttia'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/3498823550414488984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/3498823550414488984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-figured-out-good-way-to-make-my-blog.html' title='blob'/><author><name>Varpunen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16956043171217848170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nx7FcOsegwc/T0kxP7cQ8xI/AAAAAAAAAL0/223G61qNZok/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1933636577474153718.post-4413431602820770456</id><published>2009-09-15T15:55:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T16:19:12.274+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love working. Who needs studying when you can work? Well, of course I understand that you gotta study so you'll know what you're gonna do at work but meh, studying is so overrated. Although cleaning cat's cages (including their toilets!!) doesn't sound like it's that awesome but I like it. It's something where you have to do something physical and at the same time it's rewarding 'cause the cats get their little temporary homes clean and tidy and fresh water and such. (and they get some attention too) But I'm kinda repeating myself as I mentioned about this in a blog before.. Buuuut, I have no other type of a life so that has to be understandable. in some level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yay! I got a confirmation about getting a job from some dude, who called me today. He said he's not sure how many days I could be there.. But at least two days, which are next Sunday and Monday. Ok, I was looking forward to more than that but at least I've got couple days and I get money! yaay. And I can go to England. Wooot. :D and holland maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yesterday I sent my applications to 4 different unis in Helsinki. I'd be studying nursing. I really, really hope I'll get in as I wanna start to do something useful already and I wouldn't mind getting a life really. I'd meet new people at the uni and I'd have something to do daily. Which, to be honest sounds really good right now and even though it means studying.. I wouldn't mind! (Yes, miracles apparently do happen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should probably write something that would actually interest people but at the moment I'm way too tired to think about something cool to write. And right now &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I gotta do something illegal business that has something to do with Muse's new album&lt;/span&gt; and then I'll go to make an apple pie. Yay for autumn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1933636577474153718-4413431602820770456?l=fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/feeds/4413431602820770456/comments/default' title='Lähetä kommentteja'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-love-working.html#comment-form' title='0 kommenttia'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/4413431602820770456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/4413431602820770456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-love-working.html' title=''/><author><name>Varpunen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16956043171217848170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nx7FcOsegwc/T0kxP7cQ8xI/AAAAAAAAAL0/223G61qNZok/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1933636577474153718.post-1270874748253212396</id><published>2009-09-14T16:16:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T16:44:05.729+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate phones. The guy who invented them should go to hell. Well, they're alright when you have to call to someone you know just if you have something quick to say but otherwise I hate them. It just simply isn't my thing and it doesn't come naturally (well, talking isn't my strong points anyhow!).. I just called to my driving school so I could get a time for my theory exam (which is next monday!! omg!) and.. it was horrible. I managed to say everything I needed and fineish too but then the woman in the other side was a bitch and she couldn't have cared less.. So we had this lame series of mistunderstandings.. I did manage to get that booked but it lead to me having even worse fear for calling people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is why I also have troubles booking a dentist.. Ok, I've mentioned before about my fear for dentists.. and it might also have an effect.. But, right now I've been putting back booking an appointment for a dentist for 3 weeks soon and although I remember it every day I just keep thinking I'll do it a bit later and push the thought somewhere deep in my head and wish I wouldn't remember it. Which isn't good. I would do it now.. but..! They're closed now (yes, I am secretly happy about it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, back to my favourite subject! DRIVING! yay. I love it. Every single time I get behind the wheel I feel like I could do it forever. Today I drove to Porvoo, which is about 30 minutes from Helsinki and it felt good. I even went 120km/h one point! woot! Although that was a bit too fast for me so regardless of the speed limit I went to 100km/h.. which is apparently ok. :)&lt;br /&gt;But I got this even greater feeling when I had the opportunity to see another student driving (it was slightly scary) because although we've been driving the same amount than him.. I was slightly better than him :D When I drove there, the teacher gave me couple advises what to do but then she just told me where to go  but when the other student drove back she yelled at him couple times for doing quite huge mistakes and she was telling him what to do all the time. Although it sounds horrible I quite enjoyed it. I got to show my skills ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1933636577474153718-1270874748253212396?l=fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/feeds/1270874748253212396/comments/default' title='Lähetä kommentteja'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-hate-phones.html#comment-form' title='0 kommenttia'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/1270874748253212396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/1270874748253212396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-hate-phones.html' title=''/><author><name>Varpunen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16956043171217848170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nx7FcOsegwc/T0kxP7cQ8xI/AAAAAAAAAL0/223G61qNZok/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1933636577474153718.post-2158727040710318045</id><published>2009-09-11T17:53:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T18:16:24.874+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been working for two days in the sanctuary and I love it. I love the cats. They're awesome. Especially the ones with a little more character. Those who do stuff and not just stare at you with with despise from a distance and think they don't need you for anything else but feeding them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell in love with one guy there today, he was amazing. Really affectionate and he would have loved to be in my lap for ages. Also, I didn't have that much cleaning to do with his cage as he likes it tidy too :D Meaning if he gets the sand from his toilet to the cage.. he tries to move it so it'll be next to a wall or something.. And his blanket was tidy as hell too! Which gave me time to play with him. (: ...and yes I'm talking about a cat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About the actual job, it's quite nice. I like the physical side of it and to be honest it seems something what I'd like to do in the future. Not cleaning cats I'm pretty sure but something where I need actually do something and not just sit infront of a computer or sit in meetings and such. Which makes me think if I become a nurse, that'd probably be a perfect job for me. Every day I'd have something to do and well, when the day is over I just put that aside and go home I could just relax infront of the tv with my awesome boyfriend. Sounds perfect. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1933636577474153718-2158727040710318045?l=fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/feeds/2158727040710318045/comments/default' title='Lähetä kommentteja'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2009/09/ive-been-working-for-two-days-in.html#comment-form' title='0 kommenttia'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/2158727040710318045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/2158727040710318045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2009/09/ive-been-working-for-two-days-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Varpunen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16956043171217848170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nx7FcOsegwc/T0kxP7cQ8xI/AAAAAAAAAL0/223G61qNZok/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1933636577474153718.post-4110883457532197542</id><published>2009-09-09T13:30:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T13:37:01.555+03:00</updated><title type='text'>My worst nightmare</title><content type='html'>I've discovered what that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I had to do that today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I had to go outside and take our garden swing down and the... I dunno what it's called in english so here's a picture &lt;a href="http://www.rautavaara.fi/yrityssivut/willamarja/katos.jpg"&gt;http://www.rautavaara.fi/yrityssivut/willamarja/katos.jpg&lt;/a&gt; thing like that.. but not that fancy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They both were full of spiders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had many of them on my hands.. lots of them on my clothes... worst thing is.. it's not over yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x_x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a shower.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1933636577474153718-4110883457532197542?l=fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/feeds/4110883457532197542/comments/default' title='Lähetä kommentteja'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-worst-nightmare.html#comment-form' title='0 kommenttia'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/4110883457532197542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/4110883457532197542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-worst-nightmare.html' title='My worst nightmare'/><author><name>Varpunen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16956043171217848170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nx7FcOsegwc/T0kxP7cQ8xI/AAAAAAAAAL0/223G61qNZok/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1933636577474153718.post-8341637005241982100</id><published>2009-09-09T11:12:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T13:37:36.728+03:00</updated><title type='text'>8)</title><content type='html'>I'm turning this into a car blog if I keep going on like this but I got to hype driving a little. First things first.. It's awesome. :D Totally, fully, absolutely awesome. Today was probably the first time in my driving lesson when I drove completely without mistakes and it feels good. I didn't shut down the car.. The teacher didn't have to stop me! Yay! I'm happy. I'm getting good at it. :) Now I just need to study and study and study and study and study.. oh and study so I'll be able to pass the silly theory exam. But I don't have anything else but time so I guess I'll manage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About my volunteering.. I'm going to start it tomorrow already :) I told them I couldn't make it on Saturday (as I want to go to play tennis) aaand now they sent me an email saying I could come any day this week. And I said I could come tomorrow and they were like yay. I'm excited and slightly nervous. I can't wait to see what it's like but I'm also worried if my asthma has something against it.. I could get a bad asthma again - or then I could not.. You never know. Which is why I'm going to try it and if something happens I'll just stop it. (btw I still don't get why in English do you have to put the H in the word asthma.. in Finnish it's just simply astma.. much easier! and sounds the same :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw if anyone's interested, it's this place &lt;a href="http://www.hesy.fi/"&gt;http://www.hesy.fi/&lt;/a&gt; Although it's only in Finnish.. but there are cute pictures of cats and bunnies. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A random song from youtube to the end so my blog would be somewhat bearable. This song is still the one of the rare songs that really make me wanna dance. Sorry for the boring vid but they wouldn't let me copy the actual music vid here. Damn mgmtmusic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/t8pSaNN40cY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/t8pSaNN40cY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and although I know my dad is never going to read this.. Happy birthday! You're the best dad evahh. (: I have to admit is a cool birthday.. day today. 09/09/09. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1933636577474153718-8341637005241982100?l=fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/feeds/8341637005241982100/comments/default' title='Lähetä kommentteja'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-turning-this-into-car-blog-if-i-keep.html#comment-form' title='0 kommenttia'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/8341637005241982100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/8341637005241982100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-turning-this-into-car-blog-if-i-keep.html' title='8)'/><author><name>Varpunen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16956043171217848170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nx7FcOsegwc/T0kxP7cQ8xI/AAAAAAAAAL0/223G61qNZok/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1933636577474153718.post-9127788861014412027</id><published>2009-09-08T15:26:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T15:48:47.482+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Meow (:</title><content type='html'>So yesterday I got this really good idea from James that I should do volunteering. Which to be honest sounded just what I needed, especially when I haven't been able to get a job (or a place to study). Anyhow, I started searching for it and pretty much the first thing I found was going to voluteer in an animal sanctuary (mostly ment for cats but there are rodents and other small animals). Which sounds superb. I love animals, and helping them seems nice. What I'd have to do there would be cleaning the cages and play with the animals. Apparently it can be dangerous too but pfft who cares. So I got an email back from them this morning and they said I should come on saturday. Which I didn't quite expect - especially so soon, but hey that's just awesome. So I'll be going there then. Can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be good to have something to do as I haven't done really anything in a while. And having to do new things and meeting new people sounds good. Refreshing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1933636577474153718-9127788861014412027?l=fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/feeds/9127788861014412027/comments/default' title='Lähetä kommentteja'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2009/09/meow.html#comment-form' title='0 kommenttia'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/9127788861014412027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/9127788861014412027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2009/09/meow.html' title='Meow (:'/><author><name>Varpunen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16956043171217848170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nx7FcOsegwc/T0kxP7cQ8xI/AAAAAAAAAL0/223G61qNZok/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1933636577474153718.post-2898604455365565277</id><published>2009-09-07T14:02:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T15:23:47.065+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Update from my life</title><content type='html'>Today I had the scariest driving lesson ever. Well it wasn't that bad but the speed was a bit too much for me. She said to me that we would be going to a SLIGHTLY more busy road so I expected something like 50km/h and just a bit bigger roads, like two lane roads! But no.. ffs I went to a motorway with a speed limit of 80km/h!! Okay it wasn't that bad when I didn't think about where I was.... I'm sure that was really safe :)&lt;br /&gt;But tomorrow I'm having my last theory lesson so I'm happy that's over although now I'm supposed to get really good with all the damn rules and traffic signs so I could pass the theory exam. Well, I've got about 3 weeks to study that and nothing to do so I guess I have enough time to get superb in it. I just can't wait to drive alone. I mean I know do have to take more driving lessons as I'm not anywhere close a good driver but I hate that I constantly have to proove someone that I can drive. Except after that I'm probably gonna have to drive so my brother/mum/dad is watching and I think that's going to be even more annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want a job. That reminds me I haven't sent my applications for a job from today. I promised myself to send at least one per day so then I can't blame myself for being lame and not doing anything. Yesterday I sent the best one ever so I'm being hopeful. But then again it doesn't make the fact go away that I don't have job experience. Well, I gotta be optimistic. And I am possibly maybe getting a job from that fur auction thing so at least I'll get some money so I can go to meet James again :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I was thinking about my future and my education the other day and I realised the most realistic option for me would be nursing. I'm gonna apply for it in the autumn application here in Finland. And hope for the best. But I also were thinking that if I can't get in I'd still have enough time to apply to England. For the same thing. Nursing (especially becoming a midwife) sounds something what I'd like to do, it'd never get too boring and I like the sort of job. And working in a hospital doesn't sound too bad and it never has. After all I wanted to be a doctor for a quite a bit but then I realised that not everyone are ment to be doctors........ Especially those who cannot be arsed to do anything at all in high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm happy that I've got a some sorta plan that has a possibility of working. The only bad thing about it is that it's in Finland but I can always change the place where I'm studying and more realistic one, I can go to study in England as an exchange student. Which would be lots and lots cheaper for me, therefore a better option :D&lt;br /&gt;Midwife option really interests me now as it would be amazing to be the one taking care of the scared mum's and their little ones and it would be so nice. Although becoming a children's nurse doesn't sound too bad either.. and I wouldn't have to be that involved in the actual birth....! (a really good and valid point which I have to take in the concideration) And taking care of little kids who feel poor.. aww.. it'd be awesome to make them better and cheer them up! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1933636577474153718-2898604455365565277?l=fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/feeds/2898604455365565277/comments/default' title='Lähetä kommentteja'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2009/09/update-from-my-life.html#comment-form' title='0 kommenttia'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/2898604455365565277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/2898604455365565277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2009/09/update-from-my-life.html' title='Update from my life'/><author><name>Varpunen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16956043171217848170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nx7FcOsegwc/T0kxP7cQ8xI/AAAAAAAAAL0/223G61qNZok/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1933636577474153718.post-7596425000630943899</id><published>2009-08-26T23:38:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T23:44:41.836+03:00</updated><title type='text'>*looking for flights for tomorrow*</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;So yeah, my 10 days in England are now over... They were probably the best 10 days of my life. I loved every single moment of it (apart maybe the time I had to step in the coach back home... but that doesn't really count does it?). Everything went really well, I didn't get lost (that badly) and I managed nicely on my own. Although I wasn't really on my own as I had James with me pretty much all the time :D About the guy just mentioned, he's awesome. He was awesome online but he's even better in real life. And now that we've met it's easier for us to be a couple, in a way. Then again it's quite rubbish to have the distance between us. I miss him so much already and it's been about 12 hours since I last saw him.. But I think we can deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was in England, apart from Solihull, I went to Stratford-upon-avon, Warwick and Birmingham. Stratford and Warwick were really lovely and pretty, I really liked them both. Birmingham wasn't that great really, it was quite ugly and a bit too huge for my taste.. But at least now I can say I've been there, woot...! I really liked Solihull though, it was a nice small town and the centre was cool and there was nice parks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have probably written something like each day so I'd have cool stories to tell but to be honest I couldn't have cared less while I was there. I was enjoying my time and most of the time when there was a moment on the computer I was too tired to write anything. I still have stories to tell for sure but I don't know where to start so I wont even bother. sorry :D at least for now. I've just got home and I thought I could write here something quickly and then go to bed or something... I had a lovely time in England and I'm gonna miss it and especially James. Wish I could go back tomorrow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1933636577474153718-7596425000630943899?l=fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/feeds/7596425000630943899/comments/default' title='Lähetä kommentteja'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2009/08/looking-for-flights-for-tomorrow.html#comment-form' title='0 kommenttia'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/7596425000630943899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/7596425000630943899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2009/08/looking-for-flights-for-tomorrow.html' title='*looking for flights for tomorrow*'/><author><name>Varpunen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16956043171217848170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nx7FcOsegwc/T0kxP7cQ8xI/AAAAAAAAAL0/223G61qNZok/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1933636577474153718.post-5487578245334743216</id><published>2009-08-26T23:29:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T23:37:51.029+03:00</updated><title type='text'>17th August</title><content type='html'>Wrote this 10 days ago:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im sitting in a coach to Solihull and as I have an hour and a half left I thought I should spend some of my time writing so I could add my thoughts (while there are some!) to my blog.&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm still in London, been for the last 4 hours. My flight was good, it didn't seem to be as long as I expected it to be. Might be 'cause I didn't let myself get overly excited about everything and I didn't watch the clock (not that I could have, I only have a clock on my phone...) and just waited patiently. Next thing I know I'm in England. Actually I haven't quite realised I'm in England yet, but it's happening. I've been waiting for this for so long, I can't believe it's finally happening and I'm finally in England!&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, then I found my way to the Victoria Coach station (I had some problems finding it but not major ones) and I finally got myself some food! woot! I bought a sandwich. Proper British lunch. That was the first thing I had eaten since 9am (finnish time) so between my meals were nice 9 hours! I was quite hungry but I possibly couldn't have eaten more than that. Maybe 'cause I'm nervous. Most likely 'cause I'm nervous. Ok, fine, it's 'cause I'm nervous.&lt;br /&gt;While I was sitting in the coach, moving in the centre of London.. Oh my gosh. Drivers in London are crazy! There were millions of cars trying to make they way as quickly a possible and it lead to huge blockages and I was seriously worried that someone would get hurt. But no one did... at least next to my coach! lucky them. I'm so not gonna come to drive in London. No way in hell. And they're driving on the wrong side too...!&lt;br /&gt;Next thing I noticed was the awesome looking (well.. traditional looking) English houses!! They look so amazing! I so wanna live in a house like that one day. Remember that James. Well maybe that nice house in the country could work too. But what I've been thinking about is that how they all seem to be in a rather poor condition.. Is it 'cause they're so old or 'cause it's so moist in England (hehehe) or is it because people don't care? Or then it's just the way they build it that makes them look poor? There are so many houses in London already that would probably be taken down in Finland. Still, I like how they look and they definitely are what I'd call English.&lt;br /&gt;But wow. I just put on Kaiser Chiefs from my phone.. And all of the sudden I realised I was in England! haha, it might seem silly but they're English...!!! I've got the best feeling ever right now. I'm in England, I'm listening to Kaiser Chiefs and I'm gonna meet James soon. And.. I'm without parents! WOOOOOOOOOT! well, I've been without parents abroad before.. ok once.. but I guess it's more liberating to be alone. This is life :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1933636577474153718-5487578245334743216?l=fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/feeds/5487578245334743216/comments/default' title='Lähetä kommentteja'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2009/08/17th-august.html#comment-form' title='0 kommenttia'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/5487578245334743216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/5487578245334743216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2009/08/17th-august.html' title='17th August'/><author><name>Varpunen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16956043171217848170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nx7FcOsegwc/T0kxP7cQ8xI/AAAAAAAAAL0/223G61qNZok/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1933636577474153718.post-8970427211138743452</id><published>2009-08-17T15:31:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T15:32:14.387+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think Vera has arrived in London now, so i'm sure she's having a nice time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We meet in 5 and a half hours :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1933636577474153718-8970427211138743452?l=fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/feeds/8970427211138743452/comments/default' title='Lähetä kommentteja'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-think-vera-has-arrived-in-london-now.html#comment-form' title='0 kommenttia'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/8970427211138743452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/8970427211138743452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-think-vera-has-arrived-in-london-now.html' title=''/><author><name>James</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1933636577474153718.post-8151304834952780218</id><published>2009-08-15T14:49:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T15:08:40.245+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dentists.. evil or not?</title><content type='html'>I would like to start this entry with: "I hate dentists with passion" but I can't. I fear them and I try to avoid going there as long as possible. But after being there I realise they aren't that bad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I had to go the dentist as my tooth was really painful and I couldn't really live with it. I was nervous about it from last night already and it just got worse in the morning. When I had to leave I felt sick from the nervousness but it only got worse when I had to wait there for 2 freaking hours! I couldn't concentrate on anything I just feared the moment when the nurse would call my name.. When that actually happened I was shaking quite badly.. The dentist probably noticed that and was really, really nice to me the whole way through. While I was sitting there I thought it's not that bad after all. Which really makes me annoyed as that always happens to me. I'm shit scared before but when I get out I'm just releaved and happy. And the best thing.. my teeth are fine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels so good not to have a huge crack in my tooth that I got few days before new years eve last year..... Can't believe how long I managed to avoid going to the dentist. I'm kinda glad it started aching so I had to go there. But.. now I feel like I should start stressing about the next visit as the tooth isn't completely fine yet..! I wanna get rid of my fear but I can't see a way.. I have some kinda trauma from my earlier visits so I guess that still affects me.. I think I'm just afraid that it'll hurt as much as it once did..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm gonna take some chewing gum with xylitol in it now. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just incase James hasn't got bored of the millions of times I've said this to him.. Happy birthday honey! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1933636577474153718-8151304834952780218?l=fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/feeds/8151304834952780218/comments/default' title='Lähetä kommentteja'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2009/08/dentists-evil-or-not.html#comment-form' title='0 kommenttia'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/8151304834952780218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/8151304834952780218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2009/08/dentists-evil-or-not.html' title='Dentists.. evil or not?'/><author><name>Varpunen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16956043171217848170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nx7FcOsegwc/T0kxP7cQ8xI/AAAAAAAAAL0/223G61qNZok/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1933636577474153718.post-484408948463765711</id><published>2009-08-14T22:07:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T22:56:49.616+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Hibernation ftw</title><content type='html'>I've made total amount of 2.18€ by selling my pictures. Am I cool or what? I'm selling my photos in Fotolia.co.uk. Well, it didn't quite work out the way I wanted to, but at least two people are happy with my squirrel picture I took in London last autumn..! If someone wants to support me, you can buy my pictures here: &lt;a href="http://www.fotolia.com/p/201157993"&gt;http://www.fotolia.com/p/201157993&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm probably gonna upload more pictures there but at this moment I don't have anything else they'd approve. Maybe after being in England I'll have superb pictures :D (I'm too excited!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also excited about sharing this blog with James! It's cool :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brain just froze. I had loads of ideas what to write here but now I can't remember a single thing.. Oh I could write about the weather. That sure is damn interesting! No, not really about the weather but the change of the season. You really can sense the autumn is coming. It's getting colder and it gets dark quite early nowadays. I like autumn in the sense of it being only autumn, the chilly nights are just refreshing, the trees are so pretty with all the different autumn colours and I love rain so I don't have anything to complain about that. But autumn being a passage to winter makes me quite sad. I've never liked the Finnish winters (apart from when I was a child and loved crawling in the snow) and it's just too cold for me. The first few days when it's cold enough so the ground has little ice in it makes me realise that we're done with summer and there's a long, cold and dark winter ahead of us. Just makes me think why can't we be like bears (or moomin) and sleep through the whole winter? I'd love that. Cuddled up with my family in a warm den. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A random picture of a cute bear cub to the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.suurpedot.fi/image.asp?Image=Att326%5Cwebatt_20041201_152816_854276.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 305px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.suurpedot.fi/image.asp?Image=Att326%5Cwebatt_20041201_152816_854276.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1933636577474153718-484408948463765711?l=fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/feeds/484408948463765711/comments/default' title='Lähetä kommentteja'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2009/08/hibernation-ftw.html#comment-form' title='0 kommenttia'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/484408948463765711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/484408948463765711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2009/08/hibernation-ftw.html' title='Hibernation ftw'/><author><name>Varpunen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16956043171217848170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nx7FcOsegwc/T0kxP7cQ8xI/AAAAAAAAAL0/223G61qNZok/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1933636577474153718.post-2420223209008978513</id><published>2009-08-14T16:29:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T17:45:33.085+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh my god, I can write here!</title><content type='html'>Vera and I are sharing this blog now, i'll try not to make it lame.. honestly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, it's about 70 hours until Vera and I meet. I really cannot wait, we've been waiting over 9 months for this and I can't believe that it's finally nearly here.. I really adore you, Vera :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know what else to write..&lt;br /&gt;Oh, it's my birthday tommorrow :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1933636577474153718-2420223209008978513?l=fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/feeds/2420223209008978513/comments/default' title='Lähetä kommentteja'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2009/08/oh-my-god-i-can-write-here.html#comment-form' title='1 kommenttia'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/2420223209008978513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/2420223209008978513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2009/08/oh-my-god-i-can-write-here.html' title='Oh my god, I can write here!'/><author><name>James</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1933636577474153718.post-9079155136022877072</id><published>2009-08-13T14:50:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T16:15:10.618+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate guys who try to come onto you in the streets. Well I guess there wouldn't be anything wrong with that except when they just don't give up. One guy today was just like that.. I was coming from my driving lesson being all happy 'cause I didn't crash (yay!) and then this guy, called Tony apparently, were like "hi how are you? ;)". I made the mistake and said I'm good.. He started following me and asking me stuff, what's my name, where I live etc.. I wanted to get rid of him so I said I have a boyfriend but he was like "oh, we can be just friends too!". Yeeeaaah right! Well, he still didn't give up and were like we could meet someday and hang out somewhere.. I was like.. "ehhhhhhh, I don't know.." but he insisted! I said to him I'm really busy and I'm leaving to England soon so I wont be able to.. He said "Well, we can meet after that!" and it lead to him giving me his phonenumber.. FFS I'M NOT INTERESTED!!! It just makes me annoyed when they don't give up.. At one point I felt like saying "Don't come near, I have a swine flu!" as I'm a bit ill. I so should have said that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About my driving lesson, apparently I don't know right from left! My teacher said to me to turn right and I'd turn left.. It happened so many times!! One time it lead to us going to a rather busy road and even my teacher seemed to get quite worried! Oh my, I never knew I was that difficult to turn right!! But otherwise everything is going fine although I seem to have some sorta curse with busy crossings.. I always manage to shut down the car in the middle of it! One time it was like.. There was a car coming from left which should have given way to me but didn't so I had to stop.. It was a huge hill on top of all.. So yeah, I managed to move sligthly, just to the middle of it all, but then there was a car coming from my right so I had to stop to give way to it! I stopped but when I tried to move on again the car shut down.. This point I was blocking the road from everything moving.. There was cars on my left, a FUCKING TRAM coming from my left too and also cars behind me and on my right.. So yeah I had a minor panic attack but I managed to finally move and my teacher slowly lowered her voice again... I hope that's never gonna happen again :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to find a new band/artist. Or bands who I like need to release new albums! I do have a couple candidates for a new thing to hype over. One is Alexi Murdoch, his voice is nice and his style is pretty great. And I'm thinking about getting Graham Coxon's cd too. But I can't get anything before I've been in England as I just can't spend more money as I need some in England too!! But the Muse album is coming too, which is a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JgsT-klFnXY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JgsT-klFnXY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1933636577474153718-9079155136022877072?l=fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/feeds/9079155136022877072/comments/default' title='Lähetä kommentteja'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-hate-guys-who-try-to-come-onto-you-in.html#comment-form' title='0 kommenttia'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/9079155136022877072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/9079155136022877072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-hate-guys-who-try-to-come-onto-you-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Varpunen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16956043171217848170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nx7FcOsegwc/T0kxP7cQ8xI/AAAAAAAAAL0/223G61qNZok/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1933636577474153718.post-4162861502348194724</id><published>2009-08-12T03:58:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T03:59:34.223+03:00</updated><title type='text'>James wanted me to update my blog so..</title><content type='html'>5 days!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you hun :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1933636577474153718-4162861502348194724?l=fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/feeds/4162861502348194724/comments/default' title='Lähetä kommentteja'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2009/08/james-wanted-me-to-update-my-blog-so.html#comment-form' title='1 kommenttia'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/4162861502348194724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/4162861502348194724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2009/08/james-wanted-me-to-update-my-blog-so.html' title='James wanted me to update my blog so..'/><author><name>Varpunen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16956043171217848170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nx7FcOsegwc/T0kxP7cQ8xI/AAAAAAAAAL0/223G61qNZok/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1933636577474153718.post-624197704863504798</id><published>2009-08-11T17:14:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T17:47:08.549+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm excited. I'm overly excited. I'm way too excited. AAAH. I can't stop thinking about me going to England and when I'm doing that, time seems to move on so slowly. I just wish I were there already and I wouldn't have to be nervous about the London part nor about meeting James.. And my mind keeps bouncing from a subject to another.. like just now I was thinking about nervousness stuff and the next second I was thinking "did I remember to pack soap?" OH I gotta take my razor with me. But that I can do when I take my tooth brush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so gonna open that bottle of Passoa and drink some of it to ease my nervousness! Oh god. ohhh god. ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh god. sorry. I gotta let it out. And I think everyone has got bored of it...... so a blog is a fine place for this.. as no one reads this anyhow :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want Two and a Half Men DVD. And also Top Gear DVD. and maybe some other DVDs. well I'm gonna look for some discounts in England (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if my luggage is too heavy.. That's always such a lame thing to think about.. but I gotta try to weigh it with the normal scale..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta take my chargers... for my laptop and phone.. and I gotta remember my earphones.. What else do I need? I already have adapter, swimsuit, couple tops, underwear, socks,  shampoo, conditioner, a comb, pounds, James' birthday present :D, 4 shirts.. high heels :D jeans, trousers.. my little bird, Jimmy.. and that's what I have..  ahhhh.. I have a feeling I'm missing something important..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally found something that distracts me from my thoughts..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="285" width="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CA4YtbNxlAs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CA4YtbNxlAs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="285" width="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1933636577474153718-624197704863504798?l=fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/feeds/624197704863504798/comments/default' title='Lähetä kommentteja'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-excited.html#comment-form' title='0 kommenttia'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/624197704863504798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/624197704863504798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-excited.html' title=''/><author><name>Varpunen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16956043171217848170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nx7FcOsegwc/T0kxP7cQ8xI/AAAAAAAAAL0/223G61qNZok/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1933636577474153718.post-3485484834535753905</id><published>2009-08-05T23:31:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T10:15:32.918+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I haven't been this tired in ages. That's all because I went to Tallinn today. It was nice. I got clothes for 100 euros (really nice ones but I'm still sad I lost that much money as I'm supposed to go to England!!! and I need money there but I guess I still have enough) and two bottles of something stronger than water. Actually a bottle of Malibu that will have some use tomorrow before Madonna's concert and then a bottle of Passoa. If anyone have good mixing tips for Passoa, let me know. I've had it only with orange juice once. It was really good and if I don't get any other tips I'll use it like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also. I need a job. I seriously need money. Not now maybe but in the future yes. First of all I might have to go to England quite often for some reason ;) and that's not possible if I don't have money. Second.. I need to save money so I have some when I'm moving to England next year (HOPEFULLY!!!). Getting a job seems really hopeless now though as everyone is complaining how they can't get a job here and I don't have any working experience. But it's one wicked vicious cycle. How the fuck I am supposed to get work experience if I don't get a job when I don't have work experience?!?!?!?! Fuck society. Fuck employers. Fuck careers. Fuck all! Wait.. that doesn't work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna go to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1933636577474153718-3485484834535753905?l=fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/feeds/3485484834535753905/comments/default' title='Lähetä kommentteja'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-havent-been-this-tired-in-ages.html#comment-form' title='0 kommenttia'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/3485484834535753905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/3485484834535753905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-havent-been-this-tired-in-ages.html' title=''/><author><name>Varpunen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16956043171217848170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nx7FcOsegwc/T0kxP7cQ8xI/AAAAAAAAAL0/223G61qNZok/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1933636577474153718.post-2555860505771723243</id><published>2009-08-03T19:02:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T19:41:46.134+03:00</updated><title type='text'>I know, I know, I know, I know I want you!</title><content type='html'>I'm so bored. In fact I think I've never been this bored. I blame James. And I got to find a way to spend an hour, as that's how long it's before America's Next Top Model is on. Yes, I do watch the program. I'm not really interested in fashion but there's just something good in the program. I got hooked on it when the first season came out and I've watched it ever since. One reason probably for me to watch it is Tyra Banks as she's awesome but there's other stuff too. And I love the episode where they do the make overs as I like to see how the person changes with that. And I usually tend to think about hair cuts and what kind of style would suit that person and so on (yet my hair cut always seems to be a failure..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another reason for me to watch it is the photoshoots. I love to see what kind of pictures they manage to take. Possibly maybe because I'm interested in photography! But anyways, sometimes they end up getting amazing pictures and that's awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK! I almost figured out how I was going to decrease my boredom but it failed because "This video is no longer available due to a copyright claim by BBC Worldwide Ltd.." FUCK YOU BBC!! I was going to watch Top Gear's new episode (7th episode of this series) on youtube and well, apparently it's not possible! Pffft. Well, In two weeks.... I'll be watching the real BBC :D Well... In two weeks and couple days probably.. haha.. Top Gear is probably the greatest program in the world. I'm gonna be so happy if I see even one rerun of it in England!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's one great song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1cFSp2ga3Wc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1cFSp2ga3Wc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like Kanye West. His music more like. Apparently he's one huge asshole and has the biggest ego of all but I don't care. His music is great. I own one of his cds, 808s &amp;amp; Heartbreak. It's really awesome. That song up there^ is from Gratuation which is also an awesome album, but not as good as the new one in my opinion. But songs like Homecoming and Stronger and Good Morning makes it great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about big egos.. Wonder if people have compared him to Axl Rose.. It seems that many people judge Axl because of his character and not his music.. Although those who hate him also seems to hate his voice.. Oh well. I love his voice and his music. I never got that into The Chinese Democracy but I think it's a good hard rock album. It's not really that good compared to old Guns N' Roses but it's not really the same band either. There is one major thing missing and that is Slash. He's the one with the awesomeest guitar solos ever. I hope Axl and Slash could forgive each other and we'd see a surprise act on Slash's new album.. Axl could sing in one of the songs! That would be awesome. And it would guarantee money flow for Slash.. So hear me out Slash, I've got awesome business ideas! (is it just me or is the possibility of Slash actually reading this blog something like 0,00000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000001%? Actually.. I think it'd go to the negative side!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh I've only got half an hour left to the program! This blogging stuff is good for wasting time! Well, I could tell about my driving lesson here next.. It was awesome! I love driving. Although at one point I managed to shut down the car in the middle of a rather busy crossing! My teacher was like "WTF, START THE CAR!!! QUICK!!! NOW!!"... I did get to start it quite quickly though and everything was alright but I got slightly scared! But I'm not that bothered anymore. One thing I noticed when driving.. I hate bikers!! They come from everywhere and they expect you to see them and give way to them.. That's obvious but it's still bloody annoying and I kept worrying that I'll soon hit one of them! But fortunatly I didn't and no one died while I was driving. I guess that's a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised it's August already. *has a panic attack* OMG IT'S AUGUST ALREADY!! FFS!! I'M GOING IN ENGLAND IN TWO FUCKING WEEKS!!! *end of the panic attack* :D:D:D:D it's awesome. I'm going to meet James &lt;3 and I'm going to get in England :D and and and life's good again. See, I've moved on my depressed mood (I forced myself to) and now I'm just all excited about it. I shouldn't probably post two songs in one entry.. but.. FFS it's my blog.. and well.. I'll let the song tell it all.. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dB9mBa9bka8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dB9mBa9bka8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1933636577474153718-2555860505771723243?l=fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/feeds/2555860505771723243/comments/default' title='Lähetä kommentteja'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-know-i-know-i-know-i-know-i-want-you.html#comment-form' title='0 kommenttia'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/2555860505771723243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/2555860505771723243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-know-i-know-i-know-i-know-i-want-you.html' title='I know, I know, I know, I know I want you!'/><author><name>Varpunen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16956043171217848170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nx7FcOsegwc/T0kxP7cQ8xI/AAAAAAAAAL0/223G61qNZok/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1933636577474153718.post-8091170782602756313</id><published>2009-08-02T23:20:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T23:21:22.212+03:00</updated><title type='text'>A joke I heard</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Two irish ducks crossing the road. The one at the back goes " Quack, quack". The other one turns round and says, " Fer facks sake, I'm going as quack as I can."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was too cute not to be put on here. Thanks to Anni for finding it! Made my day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1933636577474153718-8091170782602756313?l=fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/feeds/8091170782602756313/comments/default' title='Lähetä kommentteja'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2009/08/joke-i-heard.html#comment-form' title='0 kommenttia'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/8091170782602756313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/8091170782602756313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2009/08/joke-i-heard.html' title='A joke I heard'/><author><name>Varpunen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16956043171217848170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nx7FcOsegwc/T0kxP7cQ8xI/AAAAAAAAAL0/223G61qNZok/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1933636577474153718.post-5089169065822371674</id><published>2009-08-02T20:54:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T21:26:27.350+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Warning! Boring blog ahead.</title><content type='html'>So yeah lets get started. I have been driving with my dad quite a lot now and it's starting to go rather well. I'm probably gonna surprise my driving teacher as I'm &lt;em&gt;not supposed to &lt;/em&gt;drive anywhere with anyone else than the teacher. Unless it's a private road but I'm not that sure if the parking lot of a huge grocery store is that private.. Well, I'm gonna have a driving lesson tomorrow so I might be able to go drive in the traffic too! yaaay. I'm excited. Not scared at all actually, which is a bit surprising in my opinion as I used to think that I'd be shit scared. But not now. Which is good I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum just said I should go and find myself a farmer as they're loyal and nice people. Hmm. No thank you. I'd rather have my nerd. Talking about my nerd.. I miss him dearly. I can't even decribe how much I actually miss him. He's on my mind 24/7 and the longer it goes without us talking the harder it gets and the more depressed I get. Which isn't good at all but then again it shows to me that I really care for him and there's really no one to replace that what we have together. It's strange really, I never really guessed (before getting to know James) that something like that could evolve just over the internet. I never actually thought I could get a boyfriend from the internet! But it has happened and we've really something going on and I love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to meet him.. and I hope everything turns out great, I don't know how I could handle it if our meeting would go wrong and we'd hate each other in the end.. I do have a good feeling that it'll all go well but I'm still nervous. But I guess that's just normal. I'm also worried for my trip to get there! It's the first time ever when I'm gonna go abroad alone and it's pretty scary! I do know everything that I need to do to make things work and I've done all and I have been in the London tube and I know how it works but.. it's fucking scary!! And this reminds me how I need to order the bloody bus ticket to Solihull. I could do it now actually. Because I really need to do that aaaaaaaaaand I've checked where it's going from a map so everything should be fine. But no, I'll wait so I can talk to James first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the end I'd like to put a song here that I just recently found (thanks to Karl). It's brilliant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SxQAH-TqMkY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SxQAH-TqMkY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1933636577474153718-5089169065822371674?l=fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/feeds/5089169065822371674/comments/default' title='Lähetä kommentteja'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2009/08/warning-boring-blog-ahead.html#comment-form' title='0 kommenttia'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/5089169065822371674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/5089169065822371674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2009/08/warning-boring-blog-ahead.html' title='Warning! Boring blog ahead.'/><author><name>Varpunen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16956043171217848170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nx7FcOsegwc/T0kxP7cQ8xI/AAAAAAAAAL0/223G61qNZok/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1933636577474153718.post-4190226392965657663</id><published>2009-07-31T09:13:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T09:26:22.611+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool dads</title><content type='html'>I have realised one thing. Dads are way more relaxed than mums! First of all, I went to drive with my dad and he managed to be very calm during the whole time I was behind the wheel! Actually it went really well and I'm so excited about driving! I can't wait for my real driving lesson! hahah well, I'm going driving with my dad again some time this weekend so yaaay! Plus his car is much cooler than my mum's..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing he's more relaxed about is me wanting to go to England. First of all about this trip I'm going to (in 17 days!!!!!!!!!!), he's just been like "ok, be careful, have fun." while my mum's like "what?!?! YOU ARE SO NOT GOING!!! oh, you are still going? Well, have fun being kidnapped, raped and killed!" And at one point my mum even cut my creditcard in half so I couldn't go. But, me being smart and all I realised I can do just fine without a creditcard and was still going! I did get my creditcard back after couple months of my mum cooling down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing my mum can't handle is... I've been talking about going to England to study for years to her. I started when I was 15 or something and she then was like "hehheh, you'll change your mind when you're older and when you realise that Finland is the best place on earth".. right.. well nowadays it's just like "you're stupid, you don't get that life isn't different at all in England - except England is far more dangerous and you'll get raped and killed and such!". Whereas my dad, he's just like "oh, that's cool! just go to some place near some great football teams! like Manchester or Liverpool!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My conclusion.. My mum's crazy and overly protective and my dad's cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1933636577474153718-4190226392965657663?l=fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/feeds/4190226392965657663/comments/default' title='Lähetä kommentteja'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2009/07/cool-dads.html#comment-form' title='1 kommenttia'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/4190226392965657663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/4190226392965657663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2009/07/cool-dads.html' title='Cool dads'/><author><name>Varpunen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16956043171217848170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nx7FcOsegwc/T0kxP7cQ8xI/AAAAAAAAAL0/223G61qNZok/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1933636577474153718.post-3430460838501850529</id><published>2009-07-30T12:07:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T21:14:47.850+03:00</updated><title type='text'>I need a new name for my blog</title><content type='html'>This is hideous, right? I always suck at naming things and this wasn't any exception! So if anyone has some suggestions I'll be happy to give them some thought and maybe pick it as the new name for my blog! I was thinking about putting the url there as the name but for some reason it doesn't seem quite right..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, right now I'm gonna open my television and put my dvd player on and then I'm gonna press the play button on my remote and watch Spongebob! I've got addicted to it and it always makes me in a good mood and I think that's just what I need!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NfEfM-MnTGc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NfEfM-MnTGc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's for James :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1933636577474153718-3430460838501850529?l=fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/feeds/3430460838501850529/comments/default' title='Lähetä kommentteja'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-need-new-name-for-my-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 kommenttia'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/3430460838501850529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/3430460838501850529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-need-new-name-for-my-blog.html' title='I need a new name for my blog'/><author><name>Varpunen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16956043171217848170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nx7FcOsegwc/T0kxP7cQ8xI/AAAAAAAAAL0/223G61qNZok/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1933636577474153718.post-4763512048381049121</id><published>2009-07-29T14:19:00.008+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T21:03:49.927+03:00</updated><title type='text'>For Maria</title><content type='html'>I was watching TV just now and there was this weird program called "the Jungle Family"... despite the horrible name the program was absolutely terrible! But anyways, there was this girl who was playing with a lion cub and the cub was so cute! So I decided that I'm gonna get a lion cub as a pet. How cool would that be?? Actually tiger cub would be much cooler but I think lion cubs are cuter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this post would have some sense in it, I'm gonna link a song here. The song might not be especially amazing music wise but it has that something and it means a lot to me as I've listened and sang it with this amazing girl Maria the whole summer. I'm always going to remember her from the song although I'm probably never going to see her again. She was really awesome and because of her awesomeness I'm gonna dedicate this post for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VGu2pyNnAdI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VGu2pyNnAdI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am aware they are Swedish.. shame on me.&lt;br /&gt;And no, I'm not gonna get a lion cub as a pet, a kitten will do just fine!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1933636577474153718-4763512048381049121?l=fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/feeds/4763512048381049121/comments/default' title='Lähetä kommentteja'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2009/07/for-maria.html#comment-form' title='0 kommenttia'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/4763512048381049121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/4763512048381049121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2009/07/for-maria.html' title='For Maria'/><author><name>Varpunen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16956043171217848170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nx7FcOsegwc/T0kxP7cQ8xI/AAAAAAAAAL0/223G61qNZok/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1933636577474153718.post-3128076248547613722</id><published>2009-07-27T19:54:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T09:33:28.420+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Bollocks!</title><content type='html'>Today morning I went to this huge parking lot with my mum so I could practise my driving (illegally).. I so shouldn't have done that. Straight away when I was sitting in the car, behind the wheel she was like "oh this is so scary!". There was nothing scary about it, there were no cars around and the only living and moving thing we saw was a bird! So yeah, then I started the car and my mum was like "I don't think you should do this!" but I decided I'm gonna try. Oh well, I got my foot on the pedals and the car moved like one inch and my mum was screaming "STOOOOP!!! I don't wanna do this, I'm too scared!!!"... that was one hell of a way to boost my confidence.. Thanks mum!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1933636577474153718-3128076248547613722?l=fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/feeds/3128076248547613722/comments/default' title='Lähetä kommentteja'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2009/07/bollocks.html#comment-form' title='3 kommenttia'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/3128076248547613722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/3128076248547613722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2009/07/bollocks.html' title='Bollocks!'/><author><name>Varpunen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16956043171217848170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nx7FcOsegwc/T0kxP7cQ8xI/AAAAAAAAAL0/223G61qNZok/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1933636577474153718.post-8548385810761769331</id><published>2009-07-27T19:03:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T19:11:17.888+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lego house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='James May'/><title type='text'>I wanna help James May build his house!!</title><content type='html'>What is it with me and people called James these days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I saw the greatest news article in a while. Here it is. &lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/uk_news/england/surrey/8168892.stm"&gt;http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/uk_news/england/surrey/8168892.stm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JAMES MAY IS GONNA BUILD A LEGO HOUSE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's like the coolest thing ever. Seriously! And I'm really close of sending them an email saying I wanna come there and help him! I'd even have legos that I'd happily donate! Although I don't know if the amount of legos that I have is gonna help him much but I still could..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always liked legos and James May. Getting those two together you get a superb combo! I wish I could see his program.. I want British TV :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1933636577474153718-8548385810761769331?l=fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/feeds/8548385810761769331/comments/default' title='Lähetä kommentteja'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-wanna-help-james-may-build-his-house.html#comment-form' title='0 kommenttia'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/8548385810761769331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/8548385810761769331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-wanna-help-james-may-build-his-house.html' title='I wanna help James May build his house!!'/><author><name>Varpunen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16956043171217848170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nx7FcOsegwc/T0kxP7cQ8xI/AAAAAAAAAL0/223G61qNZok/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1933636577474153718.post-6187857677132318294</id><published>2009-07-27T00:42:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T01:41:18.097+03:00</updated><title type='text'>To be James Hetfield for a day..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So yeah I was at the Sonisphere festival on Sunday. I saw two bands in the entire festival! I think that's a pretty good achievement! First was Linkin Park which was surprisingly good. Then again I've always liked them and they played a lot of singles which I happen to like a lot so it was really nice. And we were fairly close to the stage too. I lost my voice though, but I guess that's no surprise as I kept singing (yelling) quite loud. I feel sorry for the guys next to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N7SCVjDTS90/SmzbGpvUeeI/AAAAAAAAAG4/jXBoiejNTE8/s1600-h/IMG_3747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362902163621444066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N7SCVjDTS90/SmzbGpvUeeI/AAAAAAAAAG4/jXBoiejNTE8/s200/IMG_3747.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; yes. I am VIP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next band was Metallica. For my huge surprise I actually liked ONE song from their entire concert. Which is something my friend (huge metallica fan) didn't seem to like and called me an idiot for liking it.. Here it is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/x6HMAPyt08A&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/x6HMAPyt08A&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe I'm actually linking Metallica! But anyways, they bring me to the headline of this entry. As I was quite bored during their concert, I had time to think about my stuff: "how the fuck do I get away from here after this gig?" and "when will this end?" were pretty popular but this crazy thought "what is it like to be James Hetfield?" visited my head too. I'm not a big fan of his but I gotta admit that there are millions of people who are. Almost everyone probably knows him or his band and I'm pretty sure everyone knows at least one person who likes Metallica. And what is it like to play to thousands of people calling your name and rocking out to the tune you play from your guitar? It would be really interesting to be James Hetfield for a day. I would like to experience the feeling they get when they go on stage and I would like to be able to feel what it feels like to have such a huge impact on so many people. But I wouldn't wanna live that life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But! It's too late for all that philosophy.. it sounded so much brighter when I was thinking about it at the concert (I might have been under the influence of a bit of alcohol...). Maybe I should become a philosopher who goes into gigs for a living? I would have to stand there making notes. Not a bad idea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1933636577474153718-6187857677132318294?l=fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/feeds/6187857677132318294/comments/default' title='Lähetä kommentteja'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2009/07/to-be-james-hetfield-for-day.html#comment-form' title='1 kommenttia'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/6187857677132318294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/6187857677132318294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2009/07/to-be-james-hetfield-for-day.html' title='To be James Hetfield for a day..'/><author><name>Varpunen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16956043171217848170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nx7FcOsegwc/T0kxP7cQ8xI/AAAAAAAAAL0/223G61qNZok/s220/001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N7SCVjDTS90/SmzbGpvUeeI/AAAAAAAAAG4/jXBoiejNTE8/s72-c/IMG_3747.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1933636577474153718.post-5706411678339612379</id><published>2009-07-24T22:26:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T23:04:30.325+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>now that I'm all lost and confused with the me going to England stuff I could write here something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I had the weirdest meeting with my friend ever. We went to this restaurant (pizza &amp;amp; kebab place haha) and soon as we got there these two russian girls came there being all wet (as it was pouring rain outside) and hopeless and they asked us with lame english that if we could help them.. so my friend who actully knows how to speak russian turned our conversation in russian so we could actually understand what they wanted.. Anyhow, they wanted us to show them how to get to Viikki (about 10km from where we were) from their map.. So we looked at the map they had.. it didn't have a single mention of any district.. We were like.. ok.. no wonder the poor girls were lost!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we started thinking about where Viikki would be and we found some street names and we basically found out where they should go.. Then we realised there was this phone number on the map so we decided to call it as we weren't really sure about our advices being too good.. So the girl who was talking to us got all odd and nervous when my friend was on the phone talking to the guy (also russian) whose number was on the map.. And when she realised the guy was coming there to get them.. She almost paniced! She ran outside to tell that to her friend and they stand there in the rain for ages! When my friend told them to come sit inside or they'll get ill they were like "nono, we can't!!" and looked really scared.. So, we were sitting inside while the girls were still outside standing in the rain and pretty soon there was this guy with a van and he took the girls in the van so quick that we hardly even noticed them leaving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm just wondering 1. why on earth were those girls there and 2. did we do a good or a bad thing? It seemed all so weird. But hey, they were russians! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to completely different subject.. Movies! Lately I've been watching a lot of movies because it's been rainy for the last couple days and there's no better thing than watch movies on rainy days. I already mentioned about Bedtime Stories which I loved. Then I saw Milk, actually on the same day.. I liked the movie, it was really well made and the acting was good. No complaints what so ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next movie I saw was Slumdog Millionaire. It was a brilliant movie, no doubt about that but for some reason I didn't see the awesomeness in it that everyone else saw.. I did get the movie but for some reason I don't think it was THAT awesome. For example now that I've seen it.. I don't really feel like I'd ever want to see it again.. Which is sorta wrong in my opinion as you should be able to watch "the best movie of the year" over and over again. Well anyhow, I do agree it was brilliant and well made, but not necessarily worth all the hype. But that's just me I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last movie that I saw was Yes Man, which was quite good actually. It was funny occationally and it had a okayish plot. And it was a good movie for a Jim Carrey comedy. Only one scene with that hideous face twisting thing that's supposed to be his thing.. It annoys me so much..! so it was just good there wasn't much of that! It also made me think that I'm sorta like yes (wo)man.. I never say never! I mean if someone asks me somewhere.. I'm most likely going! Which is good I guess.. then again my life is still rather boring.. Well not really, 24 days and I'm gonna be in England! Having the most exciting trip of my life so far! And believe me, it would be so much easier for me just to skip it and stay back home and get depressed and die fat and alone. But I wanna do that. Go to England that is. So much. Soon it's 23 days :D yaaaay!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Blog overload. I'll update this on Sunday probably, as tomorrow I'm going to the Sonisphere festival and I'll most likely have something to tell about that. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1933636577474153718-5706411678339612379?l=fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/feeds/5706411678339612379/comments/default' title='Lähetä kommentteja'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2009/07/now-that-im-all-lost-and-confused-with.html#comment-form' title='0 kommenttia'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/5706411678339612379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/5706411678339612379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2009/07/now-that-im-all-lost-and-confused-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Varpunen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16956043171217848170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nx7FcOsegwc/T0kxP7cQ8xI/AAAAAAAAAL0/223G61qNZok/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1933636577474153718.post-424186078106434744</id><published>2009-07-20T17:29:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T17:53:28.753+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain rain rain rain!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://c2.api.ning.com/files/s5*jJqkbiBOY12lzRl9fkTzepr-4O0Tzmcqx7L0hABpJhOrTsYN9timIAK*MRuVd0xP6CyAVRjcKXUnJMM*i4hGYq5ToDp8E/Rain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 445px; HEIGHT: 264px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://c2.api.ning.com/files/s5*jJqkbiBOY12lzRl9fkTzepr-4O0Tzmcqx7L0hABpJhOrTsYN9timIAK*MRuVd0xP6CyAVRjcKXUnJMM*i4hGYq5ToDp8E/Rain.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been raining here for the whole day and it's AMAZING. I just love the feeling you get. And the best thing is, you don't feel quilty for sitting inside the whole day watching telly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the nature, when there hasn't rained for like a week or two and then it rains heavily.. After that everything is so green, it seems like the nature was born again 'cause of the rain. All sorts of animals are happy that the rain is over and birds are singing and looking for worms that have got closer to the surface.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smell. Ahhh. Nothing beats the smell of rain. So fresh and so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for your information, I'm talking about proper rain. Not some annoying drizzle that doesn't even get you wet if you stand outside for two hours. I'm talking about the rain that will get you soaking wet in 5 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(btw, I watched Bedtime Stories today and I loved it :D just superb!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1933636577474153718-424186078106434744?l=fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/feeds/424186078106434744/comments/default' title='Lähetä kommentteja'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2009/07/rain-rain-rain-rain.html#comment-form' title='1 kommenttia'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/424186078106434744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/424186078106434744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2009/07/rain-rain-rain-rain.html' title='Rain rain rain rain!'/><author><name>Varpunen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16956043171217848170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nx7FcOsegwc/T0kxP7cQ8xI/AAAAAAAAAL0/223G61qNZok/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1933636577474153718.post-5936283057051364312</id><published>2009-07-19T14:57:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T17:40:34.025+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scotland'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='franz ferdinand'/><title type='text'>Scots</title><content type='html'>I don't really feel like doing this but I'm gonna as I'm trying my best to keep my mind of the fact I haven't talked to James for 3 days now. Well, I have texted with him but it isn't really enough and I'm about to lose my mind. Well, I just hope it's similar to the withdrawals when you quit smoking.. The first 3 days are the worst and then it'll get easier...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll stop that now. And write about something competely different as I don't wanna think about that now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah.. I remembered yesterday - when I was talking with the crazy &lt;a href="http://stadium-arcadium.com/"&gt;SA&lt;/a&gt; people - the time I fell in love with Scots. It was 2003 and it happened while I was watching Big Brother. The British version obviously. There was this guy... Cameron Stout. He had the awesomest accent in the whole world (well that's what I thought then, many things have changed now) and after that I wanted to know more and more about Scotland and I've always been drooling after people with Scottish accents. I didn't remember that before and I was thinking couple days ago why did it start and how. So, thanks to Marre for briging BB up :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's not as fancy as it could be.. I could say that "oh I read some awesome Scottish poems and their message affected me permanently blablabla" but mehh, I like my story better. Who cares if it was some stupid BB what I happened to watch.. I was 13 ffs!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had something else in my mind what I could write here but I forgot. Oh well. Here's some Scottish awesomeness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/58IM48-EU9E&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/58IM48-EU9E&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like the song. Love the beat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I want to mention the fact that the Franz Ferdinand's album Tonight has really grown on me. It didn't seem to be that awesome album when I first listened to it but now it's starting to sound really great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1933636577474153718-5936283057051364312?l=fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/feeds/5936283057051364312/comments/default' title='Lähetä kommentteja'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-dont-really-feel-like-doing-this-but.html#comment-form' title='0 kommenttia'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/5936283057051364312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/5936283057051364312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-dont-really-feel-like-doing-this-but.html' title='Scots'/><author><name>Varpunen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16956043171217848170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nx7FcOsegwc/T0kxP7cQ8xI/AAAAAAAAAL0/223G61qNZok/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1933636577474153718.post-6377873429218327285</id><published>2009-07-17T20:06:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T20:17:05.729+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing you...</title><content type='html'>Why can't we humans be just like other animals? I'm completely tired of needless feelings and emotions. I also think we tend to think too much. We make everything to be this logical thing that works this way around or if not it takes a detour but it'll get from the point A to B...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. I'm glad we have feelings that we can express and that we're more aware of the world surrounding us than other animals. The positive ones are amazing and I suppose that makes up for all the negative ones too. But I'm just wondering if life would be better if we weren't such emotionally developed animals..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't actually complain... yet. Ask me how I'm doing in few weeks and I'm pretty sure I'd be ready to become as intelligent as a chicken. No offence to chickens. Right now I just want 3 weeks to go by as quickly as possible. Damn holidays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1933636577474153718-6377873429218327285?l=fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/feeds/6377873429218327285/comments/default' title='Lähetä kommentteja'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2009/07/missing-you.html#comment-form' title='1 kommenttia'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/6377873429218327285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/6377873429218327285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2009/07/missing-you.html' title='Missing you...'/><author><name>Varpunen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16956043171217848170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nx7FcOsegwc/T0kxP7cQ8xI/AAAAAAAAAL0/223G61qNZok/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1933636577474153718.post-5652058523245900074</id><published>2009-07-17T14:49:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T14:55:25.301+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Strawberries</title><content type='html'>This entry is dedicated only to strawberries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 364px; HEIGHT: 497px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/b/b0/Chandler_strawberries.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are a must during the summer. Actually, if it was upto me, I could live couple weeks just by eating strawberries. mmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://strawberriesweb.com/three-strawberries.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 350px; HEIGHT: 291px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://strawberriesweb.com/three-strawberries.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so delicious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1933636577474153718-5652058523245900074?l=fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/feeds/5652058523245900074/comments/default' title='Lähetä kommentteja'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2009/07/strawberries.html#comment-form' title='1 kommenttia'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/5652058523245900074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/5652058523245900074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2009/07/strawberries.html' title='Strawberries'/><author><name>Varpunen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16956043171217848170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nx7FcOsegwc/T0kxP7cQ8xI/AAAAAAAAAL0/223G61qNZok/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1933636577474153718.post-5356357046303169967</id><published>2009-07-16T13:35:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T14:21:04.788+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shaving'/><title type='text'>Shaving legs..</title><content type='html'>Why do we women do it? Why is it so important for a women to have smooth and non-haired legs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those questions are haunting in my mind right now as I have for the last 30 minutes been shaving my legs with an &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Epilator"&gt;epilator&lt;/a&gt; and it hurts like hell. Those things even look evil.. Lots of tiny little tweezers that are ready to pull your hair out of your skin one by one.. OUCH!&lt;br /&gt;But I still keep doing it.. Why? Because I want smooth skin and the hair looks somewhat ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when you think about it.. It doesn't look ugly on a guy, and that's because we're all used to men having hairy legs. So who the fuck figured out that women - who naturally have hair on their legs too - can't walk around with a skirt if she has hairy legs? I know.. It must have been a man! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'll continue torturing myself as I can't be arsed to fight against smooth legs in this unfair world.... And to be honest, I like my smooth legs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1933636577474153718-5356357046303169967?l=fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/feeds/5356357046303169967/comments/default' title='Lähetä kommentteja'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2009/07/shaving-legs.html#comment-form' title='1 kommenttia'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/5356357046303169967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/5356357046303169967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2009/07/shaving-legs.html' title='Shaving legs..'/><author><name>Varpunen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16956043171217848170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nx7FcOsegwc/T0kxP7cQ8xI/AAAAAAAAAL0/223G61qNZok/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1933636577474153718.post-3878112353119993322</id><published>2009-07-14T15:11:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T15:29:25.816+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uhhuh'/><title type='text'>Dressing wrong</title><content type='html'>Muthafucking fuck!&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that when you have the perfect outfit on and you're feeling confident but then you step outside and it's smoking hot and those jeans and long sleeved shirt aren't working anymore?&lt;br /&gt;It always happens to me. ALWAYS. like today for example...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's not only on hot days.. Some other day I think it's gonna be hot and then I go out with a skirt and a t-shirt or top and then it's freezing or raining!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I probably never learn how to dress right :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1933636577474153718-3878112353119993322?l=fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/feeds/3878112353119993322/comments/default' title='Lähetä kommentteja'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2009/07/dressing-wrong.html#comment-form' title='1 kommenttia'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/3878112353119993322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/3878112353119993322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2009/07/dressing-wrong.html' title='Dressing wrong'/><author><name>Varpunen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16956043171217848170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nx7FcOsegwc/T0kxP7cQ8xI/AAAAAAAAAL0/223G61qNZok/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1933636577474153718.post-7948308521033366452</id><published>2009-07-13T19:25:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T19:40:07.899+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jeps'/><title type='text'>musical cycles..</title><content type='html'>I realised that I can have another blog in one account so I thought why not :D&lt;br /&gt;As the other one that I have is more serious type and I don't feel like putting all kind of rubbish there so this will make life so much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lets begin with the fact I have - only recently - noticed that my music taste goes in cycles. Just couple weeks ago I was enjoying all sorts of pop music and I couldn't get enough and all kinda stuff with good beat would go really well. Then I was listening to artists such as Lady Gaga, Lily Allen and I kept wanting more and more! I even listened to Jason Mraz. okok, Jason Mraz really is nothing when you look at the first name in that list.... But anyways, this has been going on for ages really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now. Now I'm listening to Linkin Park and Metallica (only few songs from both of them), Slash's Snakepit, Loaded and now I feel like listening to Velvet Revolver.. I don't know what it's about as my mood doesn't really change.. Mood as in happy, sad, etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for example when I have my popish mood, all sorts of popish melodies and songs sound really good.. When I get to my rock/hard rockish mood the pop songs start to sound rubbish and the rock really really really good. and then it's the other way around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Strange. Ok.. Another strange thing is.. I don't think what I write.. I write what I think.. haha. ok not so strange but I just thought I should point that out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over and out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1933636577474153718-7948308521033366452?l=fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/feeds/7948308521033366452/comments/default' title='Lähetä kommentteja'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2009/07/musical-cycles.html#comment-form' title='2 kommenttia'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/7948308521033366452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933636577474153718/posts/default/7948308521033366452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckshitbollocks.blogspot.com/2009/07/musical-cycles.html' title='musical cycles..'/><author><name>Varpunen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16956043171217848170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nx7FcOsegwc/T0kxP7cQ8xI/AAAAAAAAAL0/223G61qNZok/s220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
