I've been writing this for a while now, and for some reason this is very hard to get completed. It's suprising, because what I'm trying to say is very simple: Never sell yourself.
Well, it is scarily easy, escspecially when your attracted to somebody. Attraction is a funny thing, because people tend to think that they are lucky to get the object (of their affection). As a result, it is tempting to try to fit into some "image" of perfect self. And that is very dangerous, because it's pretty much the opposite of what everybody should think.
This is how I see it:
If you wanna love somebody, you should love yourself first. To be amazed by all those things that are fabulous about you. To start thinking that the other person is very lucky to get you, not the other way round. And then treat him/her in a way that they truly are lucky to be with you.
I do NOT mean everybody should be very self-centered, not at all. By loving yourself, the opposite happens: you don't have to use people to make you feel better, as you're completely fine within your own skin. And then, you can treat other people (the significant other) with love and respect and without a doubt he's fascinated by your presence and charisma.
Jealousy: at the deepest it is nothing else but lack of selfrespect. It is fear of loosing somebody, not being enough. But how can that be? I mean, if you're feeling good about yourself, then you can give others the space and lives of their own. They're not going away from a person who's that happy being by herself too.
So be proud of the things that are important to you, and let the world see that you're happy. Never compromise yourself.
"Whatever games are played with us, we must play no games with ourselves." -Ralph Waldo Emerson-
maanantai 3. marraskuuta 2008
torstai 30. lokakuuta 2008
Shoulder to cry on, Eyes to smile at.
I've been very happy lately. My eyes have been opened to a lot of things, and I can say that I truly love my life, enjoy it thoroughly. As a weird result, I have not been as productive (writing this blog) as I was in the summer, when I was less balanced. It's not like I'm not as passionate about my life (I'm wayyy more passionate now), but it's somehow harder to express happy feelings as accurately as thoughts that are... a mess. Haha, it doesn't make any sense! So I kept thinking what I wanted to write about, looking for an issue that would fill me with this certain sizzling feeling, eager to start writing. And then it hit me right out of the blue. There is an issue that I feel passion for, that fulfill my life and makes me the person that I am. My friends.
Lately I've been thinking a lot of my friends, more precisely how lucky I am to have these certain people in my life. I am grateful. So I want to thank them and write a few words. I haven't needed a shoulder to cry on for a while, but it is as important to have eyes to look at when one's smiling or laughing from the heart. Absolutely in no order at all:
IS (well there's a code to break). There's no words to describe this girl but I try. I got to know her at the age of sixteen or so, and ever since she's got a place in my life that no one can take from her or replace. Her presence and warmth and thoughts are unique, and I always end up having a good time when I'm with her. We can't spend time together very much, but when we do, there is never, ever any distance between us. She's a keeper.
Sipuli is a feisty wildcat and my beloved travel companion. I've known her since senior high, but few years ago we realized that we are almost the only ones living in Hämeenlinna. Now she's one of my closest friends, has been for a long time, but true "groundpoint" was propably when she came to see me to Canada with A. She has a wonderful sence of humor, and as we've traveled together a lot, I've been crying because I couldn't stop laughing as she maid some bright and cutting comment about something. (And she is a wildcat whether she admits it or not)
Tirspa is a marvel. She managed to get thru all the barriers and obstacles that are set to block people outside. She came thru and is here to stay, and no matter what, I can count on her having a wise opinion whenever I have a problem to solve and putting her heart in, whatever she does. There's nothing that I couldn't talk about with her. And we've propably never had a conversation where she hasn't made me laugh.
T, oh T. He challenges me in many many ways, as he is one of the brightest that I've ever met. It is so wonderful to have a guy, that one can count on being a friend. He also has wanderlust, like me, as he is restless but at the same time very kind and caring. There's the whole world for him to see. And as I value people with a sence of humor, this guy has the most marvelous kind of loving sarcasm in the world. For example: he's a guard of my moral, though he says there's not that much to guard...
Taiteilija Nappi has been in my life for a long time, from the first grade. I hope she never leaves. Sometimes it feels like she sees the world without any limitations, and because of this we've ended up doing a lot of things that were propably stupid to outsiders but hilarious to us: many times these were photographing sessions: saving the world session and lomanen to Helsinki few years ago. She also shares my passion for alter egos, she being Taiteilija Nappi, me being Taiteilija Ruusunen, she being Torniojoki, me being Hailuoto and so on.
How lucky I am to realize that there's still friends to write about; A, Kapteni, King Outhor, Marynell, Naski&O. I keep you posted.
Laurenzia
Lately I've been thinking a lot of my friends, more precisely how lucky I am to have these certain people in my life. I am grateful. So I want to thank them and write a few words. I haven't needed a shoulder to cry on for a while, but it is as important to have eyes to look at when one's smiling or laughing from the heart. Absolutely in no order at all:
IS (well there's a code to break). There's no words to describe this girl but I try. I got to know her at the age of sixteen or so, and ever since she's got a place in my life that no one can take from her or replace. Her presence and warmth and thoughts are unique, and I always end up having a good time when I'm with her. We can't spend time together very much, but when we do, there is never, ever any distance between us. She's a keeper.
Sipuli is a feisty wildcat and my beloved travel companion. I've known her since senior high, but few years ago we realized that we are almost the only ones living in Hämeenlinna. Now she's one of my closest friends, has been for a long time, but true "groundpoint" was propably when she came to see me to Canada with A. She has a wonderful sence of humor, and as we've traveled together a lot, I've been crying because I couldn't stop laughing as she maid some bright and cutting comment about something. (And she is a wildcat whether she admits it or not)
Tirspa is a marvel. She managed to get thru all the barriers and obstacles that are set to block people outside. She came thru and is here to stay, and no matter what, I can count on her having a wise opinion whenever I have a problem to solve and putting her heart in, whatever she does. There's nothing that I couldn't talk about with her. And we've propably never had a conversation where she hasn't made me laugh.
T, oh T. He challenges me in many many ways, as he is one of the brightest that I've ever met. It is so wonderful to have a guy, that one can count on being a friend. He also has wanderlust, like me, as he is restless but at the same time very kind and caring. There's the whole world for him to see. And as I value people with a sence of humor, this guy has the most marvelous kind of loving sarcasm in the world. For example: he's a guard of my moral, though he says there's not that much to guard...
Taiteilija Nappi has been in my life for a long time, from the first grade. I hope she never leaves. Sometimes it feels like she sees the world without any limitations, and because of this we've ended up doing a lot of things that were propably stupid to outsiders but hilarious to us: many times these were photographing sessions: saving the world session and lomanen to Helsinki few years ago. She also shares my passion for alter egos, she being Taiteilija Nappi, me being Taiteilija Ruusunen, she being Torniojoki, me being Hailuoto and so on.
How lucky I am to realize that there's still friends to write about; A, Kapteni, King Outhor, Marynell, Naski&O. I keep you posted.
Laurenzia
maanantai 13. lokakuuta 2008
Sizzling
I realized that I used writing as an analyzing tool whenever I was a bit down. Last few weeks on the other hand have been absolutely fabulous, I could say the best of my life. This blog has been silent as a result. But how weird is that?
tiistai 7. lokakuuta 2008
Like Dreaming There is Magic
There's magic in this world. I'm in love with life.
I have a goal: Helsinki City Run, 9th of May 2009.
I have a goal: Helsinki City Run, 9th of May 2009.
sunnuntai 28. syyskuuta 2008
Aulanko, I'm in Love
This is orgastic. I had the best sunday. I'm in love with this fall, it's been so beautiful and sunny and coulours are outrageous. Aulanko is a park in Hämeenlinna, forrest full of oaks, maples, elms, horse-chestnuts and small leaved limes. It is a somewhat different scene from the usual finnish forrests. My horse is at a stable right next to Aulanko-park, so I get a unique (at least to me) chance to wander in the park on the horse-back. So that's the backround.
It was one of those moments, when you realise that nothing in the world is better than being alive. I'm so happy that we moved to the riding club there.
Yesterday it was one of those perfect autumn days, when the weather is clear and sunny and cool. When i entered the forrest, it just took my breath away. Maples were golden, and the sunshine was scattered, reaching the ground where ever it could thru the leaves.
It was one of those moments, when you realise that nothing in the world is better than being alive. I'm so happy that we moved to the riding club there.
Autumns are also time for the harvested fields. One of my favourite things is to go to a field to ride. Cantering on a field is enjoyable for the horse and the rider. And so we did, perfect end for a perfect ride.
tiistai 16. syyskuuta 2008
Travelbug
I've been thinking about tarveling. I'm home now, from my oh-so-wonderful trip to NYC with Sipuli. Always, when I'm back from a trip, I'm exhausted and just happy that I'm home, thinking that I'll go nowhere for a while. Well, guess what. It took whole 3 days to get that certain anxiety, that only can be described as "kaukokaipuu", back. (Marynell, how do you translate it??) Grave to be on the road is propably something close enough.
What is it? I mean, obviously there is a place for most of people, that they call and feel home. That is the place, where one usually fits in to the puzzle, or even better, is an important part of the puzzle. It is safe and comfortable and that's where people usually feel valued. On the other hand, when on the road, there's no safetynet, and you just have to make your own place in a new continuously changing environment. But is that actually the charm of traveling? Challenging oneself? When put this way, the answer is obvious, of course that is exactly the charm of travel. Well, atleast to me. Meeting new people and seeing the world (that are also important) aside, I think travel is about pushing myself a little further, in an environment that I'm not familiar with. I think there's no sweeter victory than victory over oneself. And that's where the anxioty comes from.
(To all those that are forced to stay home for now, go to www.travelblog.com. I find it fascinating to read about those who are backpackers at the moment, escspecially in places where I've been or wanna go.)
(Will-i-am if you read this, get back to me I wanna go to Milan!!)
(I started studying spanish yesterday, so here we come South America!)
What is it? I mean, obviously there is a place for most of people, that they call and feel home. That is the place, where one usually fits in to the puzzle, or even better, is an important part of the puzzle. It is safe and comfortable and that's where people usually feel valued. On the other hand, when on the road, there's no safetynet, and you just have to make your own place in a new continuously changing environment. But is that actually the charm of traveling? Challenging oneself? When put this way, the answer is obvious, of course that is exactly the charm of travel. Well, atleast to me. Meeting new people and seeing the world (that are also important) aside, I think travel is about pushing myself a little further, in an environment that I'm not familiar with. I think there's no sweeter victory than victory over oneself. And that's where the anxioty comes from.
(To all those that are forced to stay home for now, go to www.travelblog.com. I find it fascinating to read about those who are backpackers at the moment, escspecially in places where I've been or wanna go.)
(Will-i-am if you read this, get back to me I wanna go to Milan!!)
(I started studying spanish yesterday, so here we come South America!)
tiistai 2. syyskuuta 2008
Ground Zero
Tanaan on taas ollut erittain aktiivinen paiva, kun hypattiin Sipulin kanssa ylos seiskan aikaan ja ysilta oltiin hyvinkin pitkalti tien paalla. Mentiin tekemaan pakollinen sightseeing, eli Statue of Liberty. Budjettireissaajia kun ollaan, niin tietenkin tehtiin reissu Staten Island Ferrylla joka on siis ilmainen. Se oli hyva valinta, tunti yhteensa meni reissaamiseen (staten islandille ja takaisin) ja nahtiin ranskalainen tati ihan sopivan lahelta. Enempaa ei mun mielesta kyseisen saitin tarkasteluun kannata uhrata. Jos haluaa paasta ihan siihen patsaan juurelle, taytyy kuulemma varata kokonainen paiva siihen. Ei kiitos paljon nappaa jonottaa kokonaista nykin paivaa muiden turistien seassa. Mutta oli kylla melkoisen epatodellinen fiilis, kun se vapaudenpatsas tosiaan siina seisoi, ihan oikeasti eika jostain telkasta katsottuna ja amerikkalaisittain coolitettuna. Rupesin pikkuhiljaa tuntumaan, etta me ihan oikeasti ollaan taalla.
Kun tuosta saitista selvittiin, syoksyttiin Sipulin kanssa shoppaamaan. Ristiriitaisia tunteita herattavaan Century 21-halpalaan. Ja huh, me tykattiin. Tuli vingutettua kylla oikein huolella, mutta olen myos erittain tyytyvainen kaikkeen mita loysin. Mulla on lopulta nyt myos pikkumusta. (Ja T:lle tiedoksi etta tarkoitan nyt siis ihan sellaista hametta, en halua tietaa mita T mahtoi ajatella). Kyseinen shoppailukeskus sijaitsee ihan Ground Zeron vieressa, joka oli mulle tan paivan osalta kuitenkin se kaikista eniten hiljaiseksi vetanyt tapaus/paikka. Oli tosi outoa seista siina kadunkulmassa ja tajuta etta siina on tosiaan joskus seissyt kaksi isoa tornia. Pystyi myos helposti tunnistamaan paikkoja, josta ihmiset oli kyseista tapahtumaa 2001 kuvannut. Huhhuh. Hullu maailma. En yhtaan tieda mita tapahtuu, eilen olin aussivahvistuksen kanssa jo valloittamassa tuota yota. Oli hauskaa!
Kun tuosta saitista selvittiin, syoksyttiin Sipulin kanssa shoppaamaan. Ristiriitaisia tunteita herattavaan Century 21-halpalaan. Ja huh, me tykattiin. Tuli vingutettua kylla oikein huolella, mutta olen myos erittain tyytyvainen kaikkeen mita loysin. Mulla on lopulta nyt myos pikkumusta. (Ja T:lle tiedoksi etta tarkoitan nyt siis ihan sellaista hametta, en halua tietaa mita T mahtoi ajatella). Kyseinen shoppailukeskus sijaitsee ihan Ground Zeron vieressa, joka oli mulle tan paivan osalta kuitenkin se kaikista eniten hiljaiseksi vetanyt tapaus/paikka. Oli tosi outoa seista siina kadunkulmassa ja tajuta etta siina on tosiaan joskus seissyt kaksi isoa tornia. Pystyi myos helposti tunnistamaan paikkoja, josta ihmiset oli kyseista tapahtumaa 2001 kuvannut. Huhhuh. Hullu maailma. En yhtaan tieda mita tapahtuu, eilen olin aussivahvistuksen kanssa jo valloittamassa tuota yota. Oli hauskaa!
maanantai 1. syyskuuta 2008
Fiiliksia Nykista
Ma puhun nyt taas suomea kun taalla vaan hopotan lontoota. Kuten huomaatte niin skandit puuttuvat jenkkilan tyyliin tasta keyboardista, koittakaa kestaa :)
Eilen Sipulin kanssa saavuttiin rankan matkustusrupeaman paatteeksi lopultakin tanne maaranpaahan ja voin kertoa etta vasytti! Mehan lahettiin matkaan lauantai-iltana ysin aikaan, kaytiin syomassa Coyotessa ja sit hengattiin Voudissa ja Bankissa kolmeen asti, jolloin meidan bussi lahti. Sitten helsinki-vantaalle ja siita FRankfurtiin, jossa oltiin suomen aikaa kymmenelta. Sipuli normaaliin tapaansa bongasi julkkiksia, talla kertaa eteen tupsahti suomalainen stanley cup-voittaja. ei pyydetty nimmaria. Siihen mennessa oltiin sitten oltu reissun paalla jo 12 h,ja se tosiaan oli vasta alkua. Frankfurtin lentokentalla on muuten tosi hyva nukkua! Oli pakko vetaa torkut, ja ma olisinkin nukkunut vaikka kuinka monta tuntia, mut Sipuli sai mut ylos jo yhden tunnin jalkeen. LEnto nykia kohti lahti yhdelta. me oltais haluttu jaada lentokoneen first classiin mut ei me saatu. outoa!
saavuttiin nykiin sitten neljalta iltapaivalla, eli suomen aikaa yhdeltatoista illalla. maahantulomuodollisuudet oli tosi yksinkertaiset ja nopeat. ei ongelmia, mita vahan odotettiin.
sitten vaan metrolla manhattanille (meni melkein tunti) ja sitten hostellille. hienosti loydettiin, taalla on niin yksinkertaista suunnistaa. syomaan ja sit me kaaduttiin kuolleena sankyyn... ei ollu meista 30h valvomisen jaljilta yhtaan mihinkaan, mutta tasta se lahtee :)
jatketaan tasta :)
Eilen Sipulin kanssa saavuttiin rankan matkustusrupeaman paatteeksi lopultakin tanne maaranpaahan ja voin kertoa etta vasytti! Mehan lahettiin matkaan lauantai-iltana ysin aikaan, kaytiin syomassa Coyotessa ja sit hengattiin Voudissa ja Bankissa kolmeen asti, jolloin meidan bussi lahti. Sitten helsinki-vantaalle ja siita FRankfurtiin, jossa oltiin suomen aikaa kymmenelta. Sipuli normaaliin tapaansa bongasi julkkiksia, talla kertaa eteen tupsahti suomalainen stanley cup-voittaja. ei pyydetty nimmaria. Siihen mennessa oltiin sitten oltu reissun paalla jo 12 h,ja se tosiaan oli vasta alkua. Frankfurtin lentokentalla on muuten tosi hyva nukkua! Oli pakko vetaa torkut, ja ma olisinkin nukkunut vaikka kuinka monta tuntia, mut Sipuli sai mut ylos jo yhden tunnin jalkeen. LEnto nykia kohti lahti yhdelta. me oltais haluttu jaada lentokoneen first classiin mut ei me saatu. outoa!
saavuttiin nykiin sitten neljalta iltapaivalla, eli suomen aikaa yhdeltatoista illalla. maahantulomuodollisuudet oli tosi yksinkertaiset ja nopeat. ei ongelmia, mita vahan odotettiin.
sitten vaan metrolla manhattanille (meni melkein tunti) ja sitten hostellille. hienosti loydettiin, taalla on niin yksinkertaista suunnistaa. syomaan ja sit me kaaduttiin kuolleena sankyyn... ei ollu meista 30h valvomisen jaljilta yhtaan mihinkaan, mutta tasta se lahtee :)
jatketaan tasta :)
tiistai 19. elokuuta 2008
sunnuntai 10. elokuuta 2008
I Always End up Doing the Same Thing
What is it about autumn that is so calming?
Anyway, the title has to do with the game. I'm referring to it as "the game" in a lack of a better word. This summer has thaught me so much, about me and living and growing up. I've started to see things in a different way (I'm referring to relationship stuff). This sounds propably a bit scattered, so I try to pull it all together:
I wanna be able to stand on my own, knowing my own value and not reflecting it from other people or their reactions. I don't mean to sound arrogant or self-centered, but valuing oneself is the only way to respect other people. Too many times I've seen and heard people (including myself) talking to and treating other people only one thing in mind: to gain a compliment or something else just to make oneself feel better. Totally selfish. And not something that is long-living. This is where a lot of relationships fall apart. When it starts to be a bit too heavy to carry the other person, confirming him/her that she or he really is valuable. That's something that should be inborn! I mean, in the beginning it doesn't feel heavy because affection makes everything light. But then, when the relationship matures, it is extremely important that both stand on their own, and that way can just purely love the other person. Love because he is so great, not because he makes you feel good about yourself. That might be the way to find joy.
Whoa. I actually managed to get this written. Have a good one.
Laurenzia.
Anyway, the title has to do with the game. I'm referring to it as "the game" in a lack of a better word. This summer has thaught me so much, about me and living and growing up. I've started to see things in a different way (I'm referring to relationship stuff). This sounds propably a bit scattered, so I try to pull it all together:
I wanna be able to stand on my own, knowing my own value and not reflecting it from other people or their reactions. I don't mean to sound arrogant or self-centered, but valuing oneself is the only way to respect other people. Too many times I've seen and heard people (including myself) talking to and treating other people only one thing in mind: to gain a compliment or something else just to make oneself feel better. Totally selfish. And not something that is long-living. This is where a lot of relationships fall apart. When it starts to be a bit too heavy to carry the other person, confirming him/her that she or he really is valuable. That's something that should be inborn! I mean, in the beginning it doesn't feel heavy because affection makes everything light. But then, when the relationship matures, it is extremely important that both stand on their own, and that way can just purely love the other person. Love because he is so great, not because he makes you feel good about yourself. That might be the way to find joy.
Whoa. I actually managed to get this written. Have a good one.
Laurenzia.
torstai 7. elokuuta 2008
Weekend Fever
It's thursday, which ofcourse means that friday's just around the corner. It is inevitable to notice this, as my spirit is starting to rise already. I have butterflies in my stomach and I'm getting more and more excited. This is rather interesting, because I haven't planned anything very special. Saturdaynight I'm going out with my friend Tanyah, which is always great and fun, and friday I'm supposed to do something with another friend, T. But what's the big fuzz??
Weekend fever. It is the possibility that something might happen, and I could reeally feel alive. The feeling is like no other, it has all to do with getting ready for the night, having fun with friends and doing maybe somewhat silly things sometimes. The best part of the evening is propably the moment when you are just about to start getting ready. That's the moment when everything is possible...
There's nothing wrong with that, the fact is that I'm living for weekends. But there's a dark side, as always. Mondays. God I hate mondays. It's been like that all summer, propably since april. After a hard weekend, not sleeping well or enough, monday thru wednesday is just pain and tiredness... is it worth it? Yes. After all, tomorrow's friday. But I hope it won't be like that forever. I just don't want it to end just yet.
Weekend fever. It is the possibility that something might happen, and I could reeally feel alive. The feeling is like no other, it has all to do with getting ready for the night, having fun with friends and doing maybe somewhat silly things sometimes. The best part of the evening is propably the moment when you are just about to start getting ready. That's the moment when everything is possible...
There's nothing wrong with that, the fact is that I'm living for weekends. But there's a dark side, as always. Mondays. God I hate mondays. It's been like that all summer, propably since april. After a hard weekend, not sleeping well or enough, monday thru wednesday is just pain and tiredness... is it worth it? Yes. After all, tomorrow's friday. But I hope it won't be like that forever. I just don't want it to end just yet.
maanantai 4. elokuuta 2008
Kuumaa niin kuumaa...
Oli pakko heittää englanti romukoppaan koska aivot tuottaa tällä hetkellä niin maanisella tavalla tekstiä että ei millään ehdi kääntämään... tuosta tulikin mieleeni että kyllä se vähän riepoo kuinka nopeesti se fluent spoken english katoaa... tosin se tulee kyllä takaisin noin yhden oluen jälkeen. Huomaatteko mitä tarkoitan? Ei pysy ajatukset ollenkaan perässä ja vaihdan puheenaihetta noin joka kolmas sekunnin sadasosa. Tähän on syynä tällä kertaa se, että luin T:n reissublogia ja iski taas vaihteeksi niin hirveä matkakuume että sihisen tässä kuin saunan lauteilla. Sitten onneksi muistin että minähän olen Sipulin kanssa lähdössä kahdenkymmenenviiden päivän päästä matkaan! Ja siitä sitten lähtikin se idea, että pistän hieman taustatietoa tänne.
Me lähdetään siis elokuun viimenen päivä, se on sunnuntai. Lento lähtee 6:55 Helsinki-Vantaalta, suuntana on Frankfurt. Aikasin on siis lähdettävä kotoa, yöllä kolmen jälkeen. Meillä taisi olla tarkoituksena Sipulin kanssa valvoa se koko yö, siinähän ehtii vaikka baariin. Melkoinen kuningasidea, luulisin. Toisaalta, mitä järkeä on mennä nukkumaankaan, jos joutuisi kuitenkin heräämään yhdeltä? Pidetäänkö läksiäiset?
Frankfurtissa meillä on huikeat neljä tuntia aikaa eksyä, vaihtaa terminaalia, eksyä, palata alkuperäiseen ja tylsistyä. Tai nyt kun tarkistin niin virallisen aikataulun mukaan se on itseassa 4h 45min. Nykissä ollaan neljältä kyseisenä iltana paikallista aikaa, ja siinä sitten pitäisi selvitä maahantulomuodollisuuksista ja metrolla JFK:lta Manhattanille. Sinä iltana on muuten Labor Dayn aatto, joten tavallaan olis toivottavaa että ei kaaduttais kuolleina punkkaan heti kun saavutaan hostellille.
Labor Dayhän on siellä ihan pyhäpäivä, mut jotenkin mulla on sellanen tunne että ei nyki ehkä kuitenkaan ihan täysin hiljene. Saa nähdä ehdinkö mä sieltä sitten blogittaa, mut varmaan voisin antaa Sipulillekin käyttöoikeuden niin katsotaan saadaanko me tällä saralla mitään aikaiseksi.
Kuumottaa,
Laurenzia
Me lähdetään siis elokuun viimenen päivä, se on sunnuntai. Lento lähtee 6:55 Helsinki-Vantaalta, suuntana on Frankfurt. Aikasin on siis lähdettävä kotoa, yöllä kolmen jälkeen. Meillä taisi olla tarkoituksena Sipulin kanssa valvoa se koko yö, siinähän ehtii vaikka baariin. Melkoinen kuningasidea, luulisin. Toisaalta, mitä järkeä on mennä nukkumaankaan, jos joutuisi kuitenkin heräämään yhdeltä? Pidetäänkö läksiäiset?
Frankfurtissa meillä on huikeat neljä tuntia aikaa eksyä, vaihtaa terminaalia, eksyä, palata alkuperäiseen ja tylsistyä. Tai nyt kun tarkistin niin virallisen aikataulun mukaan se on itseassa 4h 45min. Nykissä ollaan neljältä kyseisenä iltana paikallista aikaa, ja siinä sitten pitäisi selvitä maahantulomuodollisuuksista ja metrolla JFK:lta Manhattanille. Sinä iltana on muuten Labor Dayn aatto, joten tavallaan olis toivottavaa että ei kaaduttais kuolleina punkkaan heti kun saavutaan hostellille.
Labor Dayhän on siellä ihan pyhäpäivä, mut jotenkin mulla on sellanen tunne että ei nyki ehkä kuitenkaan ihan täysin hiljene. Saa nähdä ehdinkö mä sieltä sitten blogittaa, mut varmaan voisin antaa Sipulillekin käyttöoikeuden niin katsotaan saadaanko me tällä saralla mitään aikaiseksi.
Kuumottaa,
Laurenzia
tiistai 22. heinäkuuta 2008
Little things, little things, little things that make the world
Being such a restless person, I've always envied those who can live in the moment. That's something I'd like to improve in myself; not having to constantly keep myself busy and just enjoy those little things. So here's to that: I'll make a list of the things that I've lately been so happy about:
The Pony. My pony that is. I'm not sure if he qualifies as a little thing though, being 400kg, wither stature 148cm. After working so hard with him for the last 9 months or so, we went to a dressage competition last Sunday, and I can now say that there has certainly been progress. Also, last night I went to a trail ride (=riding cross-country), and we galloped thru a forest on a perfect sandroad. There's nothing like that in the world: feel the speed and wind on your face, forest dark green around you and the sound of hoofs beating the ground at a perfect rhythm... Once again, that is complete freedom.
Paulo Coelho. I'm truly and utterly in love with his novels. I started with The Witch of Portobello, which is propably not the best of his works, but got me hooked anyway. I can highly recommend it, escspecially to all unique women. It kept me charmed throughtout the book, but the greatest thing about his works is, that sometimes he says something so wise, that it makes me stop reading and start thinking, and then I understand, just understand a problem or a dilemma that I might have had. I mean a dilemma about myself. At the moment I'm reading The Pilgrimage, looking forward to The Alchemist and all the rest.
NYC. In the end of August, one of my dreams is about to come true. I'm traveling to New York City. I've been to several big cities, such as Toronto, Vancouver, Ottawa and London and they all "breath" and "beat" at a different pace. I'm excited to experience NYC's pace. Every time I even think about our trip (Sipuli is coming with me), I get an adrenaline rush. 39 days and we are off!
So long, Laurenzia.
The Pony. My pony that is. I'm not sure if he qualifies as a little thing though, being 400kg, wither stature 148cm. After working so hard with him for the last 9 months or so, we went to a dressage competition last Sunday, and I can now say that there has certainly been progress. Also, last night I went to a trail ride (=riding cross-country), and we galloped thru a forest on a perfect sandroad. There's nothing like that in the world: feel the speed and wind on your face, forest dark green around you and the sound of hoofs beating the ground at a perfect rhythm... Once again, that is complete freedom.
Paulo Coelho. I'm truly and utterly in love with his novels. I started with The Witch of Portobello, which is propably not the best of his works, but got me hooked anyway. I can highly recommend it, escspecially to all unique women. It kept me charmed throughtout the book, but the greatest thing about his works is, that sometimes he says something so wise, that it makes me stop reading and start thinking, and then I understand, just understand a problem or a dilemma that I might have had. I mean a dilemma about myself. At the moment I'm reading The Pilgrimage, looking forward to The Alchemist and all the rest.
NYC. In the end of August, one of my dreams is about to come true. I'm traveling to New York City. I've been to several big cities, such as Toronto, Vancouver, Ottawa and London and they all "breath" and "beat" at a different pace. I'm excited to experience NYC's pace. Every time I even think about our trip (Sipuli is coming with me), I get an adrenaline rush. 39 days and we are off!
So long, Laurenzia.
maanantai 21. heinäkuuta 2008
To get started...
Since I was truly inspired by my dear friend and little cousin Marynell's blog, I couldn't help but start my own. She's expressed her joy of livin thru her blog so incredibly enthusiastically, that I wanted to start my own search for lost Laurenzia - me - via this blog, just to get lost again. I chose English as a language, because I wanna keep it as fluent as possible - and to get challenged while writing.
Something about the title: To my ear, Tofino is propably one of the most perfect words, starting with somewhat hard To, just to be followed by soft and tender fino... (call me a geek cos' I am). Tofino is one of my favourite spots on earth, little village in Vancouver Island, British Columbia, Canada, surrounded by wild nature. I will never forget this one misty morning in July 2007, slightly chilly wind from the oh-so-beautiful Pacific Ocean, sunrise and complete silence. That was absolute freedom...
Something about the title: To my ear, Tofino is propably one of the most perfect words, starting with somewhat hard To, just to be followed by soft and tender fino... (call me a geek cos' I am). Tofino is one of my favourite spots on earth, little village in Vancouver Island, British Columbia, Canada, surrounded by wild nature. I will never forget this one misty morning in July 2007, slightly chilly wind from the oh-so-beautiful Pacific Ocean, sunrise and complete silence. That was absolute freedom...
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