Dec 30, 2015


This year is almost over and it feels a bit surreal. I'm not complaning though because, in my opinion, 2015 hasn't been too interesting. I'm actually very much looking forward to 2016 because there are so many good and exciting things that will happen. By the way, due to technical difficulties, I won't be able to publish my '2015 replay' until the end of January. I will keep up the tradition, but this time it will come out a bit later.
I'm going back to London already on Saturday. The time has gone by so fast. Granted, I'm usually in Helsinki for a month whereas this time I was only for two weeks. I'll be back though soon enough when I start my internship at Cosmopolitan in the beginning of February.
For this New Year's I actually have a plan for once. Some of my friends are going to Jenni's house party and I must say that it feels good to have a set place where I can welcome the next year. I'm not expecting anything major so I won't be disappointed. I have selected my dress so I'm good to go!
The beginning of the week has been spent hanging out with friends and watching How I Met Your Mother with my cousin. That show is hilarious. I'm in season five now and I still have four more to go until I know WHO the mother is (and whether Robin and Ted will end up together. Personally, I like her and Barney together). So I've been chilling which I think is good because I realised that I won't have a break until maybe in August. And this is the first break since last April. Sooooo... chilling accepted.
I wore this outfit when I went to Christmas church with my grandma. My family isn't too religious so going to church has never been on the menu. However, since I came back from Texas I've wanted to go to church at least once a year and Christmas seems appropriate. I really enjoy the hymns and the serenity in there. It also gives me time to say thanks and go through my thoughts. For this outfit I've complined something old (my grandma's skirt from the 60s I think), something new (necklace, Julia's Christmas present to me) and something borrowed (my sister's pleather jacket). The only thing I'm missing is something blue, but maybe we can count my blue eyes. Yes? No? Maybe.
I'm still heading to a drink with Jenni and Birta so I need to start getting ready. I think next time I'll write will happen in London. Until then!

in the middle of the night when thw wolves come out
headed straight for your heart like a bullet in the dark
one by one i gotta take them down
but they run and hide, ain't going down without a fight

Dec 27, 2015


For the past three days I've been fighting with technology. Like you know from the latest post I got a new computer. That essentially meant that I had to download everything again, starting from the virus protection programs to all of my music. Naturally with my luck, in order to connect my iPod with the new iTunes I had to delete the music from that iPod. And that is a bitch. Needless to say I'm exhausted of staring at the screen and waiting for the 'ping' to let me know that another cd has been downloaded.
I also got my new phone to work once we bought the new sim card today. It doesn't really make sense to me why everything needs to change and get smaller and smaller all the time. It essentially just makes everything a lot harder. Anyway, after the sim was bought I've been spending time with my Huawei. It is so slippery that I'm afraid I will drop it. I need to get a set of covers or something to try and prevent that. Other than that it seems like we're going to be just fine. It's simple enough to use and a lot (emphasis here) better and advanced than the predecessor.
One thing that I have found alarming is that the phone came with a function to take 'a perfect selfie'. I'm not saying that it's only in this phone, but it was new to me. With this function I am able to alter my looks enormously. I can make my face more narrow, my eyes bigger and brighter (I really don't understand why), skin smoother, and all in all make my selfies look, supposedly, better. After playing with it for a while I realised how disturbing it really was. Functions like this feed people's insecurities, vanity, and the need to look 'picture-perfect'. Are we really this vain or is it someone - or something - else that makes us use these functions?
I've also been feeling like cleaning and getting rid of some things. I don't know if it was a natural reaction to Christmas and the new stuff I got, but I just got an urge to go through my cupboards and throw away old key chains, pocket radios and, frankly, crap that I haven't needed recently - or ever. I'm a bit of a hoarder and I like stuff lying around to make it look like people are living, but even I realised that a foam gun from the year 2005 is probably not essential for my wellbeing. Now my room looks more organised and serene but still has a Nora edge to it.
I'm going to meet with some friends tonight and tomorrow I'm going to have a sleepover with my cousin. By the way, these pictures are taken on Christmas Day when I was wearing my grandma's old skirt and my Louboutins. Right now I feel like taking a power nap. Not doing anything important is really tiring.

ps. I'm so glad I can finally listen to One Direction's latest cd! Guess what has been on repeat for the past three days...

no they don't teach you this in school
now my heart is breaking and i don't know what to do
thought we were going strong, thought we were holding on
are we?

Dec 26, 2015


I promised you to show you my Christmas presents like I do every year. I've divided these into categories, which you can find below (switching to my Monica mode here). Just to remind you that not all of these are from my parents; these include presents from my friends and other relatives. In addition, I've included some cds for example that my sister got because I consider them to be mine as well :d I've excluded a few that didn't fit into any category (like my new Tommy Hilfiger pyjama - thanks grandma!). Okay, but not to keep this too long here they are:
laptop, hard drive, phone

one direction, demi lovato, hunter hayes, adele, selena gomez 

50 shades of grey, ed sheeran concert dvd, the theory of everyhing, every episode of moomins (love), bernard&bianca, winnie the pooh
 candace bushnell - trading up, erkki toivanen - iltakävelyllä, erkki toivanen - kahden puolen kanaalin, don rosa - kadonneen kirjaston vartijat, dan and phil - the amazing book is not on fire, jojo moyes - after you, ali novak - my life with the walter boys, mauri kunnas - kesä koiramäessa, louise rennison - minihameita ja miesmagneetteja, katja kettu - kätilö, khloé kardashian - strong looks better naked

 taylor swift 'incredible things' perfume, b12 vitamin, necklaces, a hair decoration, earrings, a sleep mask, makeup, lotions and beauty masks

a thermo cup, moomin mug, cook books - mainly vegetarian, whisks, kitchen towels, a water boiler

 all i know at the end of the day you love who you love
there ain't no other way
if there's something i've learned from million mistakes
you're the one that i want at the end of the day

Dec 25, 2015


Yesterday I was supposed to come and wish you all a very merry Christmas, but then time run out (and I really wanted to watch the last Harry Potter before going to bed). Better late than never though so Happy Christmas!
My Christmas has been full of traditions. The morning started with rice porridge and getting ready for the big feast at my grandparents. There we ate and opened some presents (more about those tomorrow) and then we came home to open a few more. The night was wrapped up with Harry Potter and the first listening of One Direction's latest - and last? - album with my sister.
Today, however, we drove to my other grandparents to have our annual Christmas party with my aunts, uncles and cousins. Needless to say that I am still full even though I didn't have any turkey. Us cousins retrieved to the 'smoking room' to play Trivial Pursuit. I was this close of actually winning and I must say I surprised myself as well.
Tomorrow is, again traditionally, dedicated to reading and blogging, and I probably won't change from my jammies. And why would I, having spent the day in my Louboutins, I think I deserve a break from dressing up.
Yesterday's outfit was - accidentally - celebrating the final episode of Downton Abbey that came out in Britain today. I think my dress and particularly the hair were quintessentially Lady Edith's style. I'm going to miss that show so much. Anyway, I think I nailed the 20s look quite well, or what do you think?
I'm going to immerse myself in a book now and come back tomorrow with a list of my Christmas presents - another tradition, I have noticed. Good night and again Merry Christmas!

 and i know we can get higher
there's levels to your love and i keep on climbing up

Dec 20, 2015


Happy Sunday everyone! I'm having the most wonderful lazy day today so a little blogging is in order now. I promised to fill you with my final days in London so here it goes.
After my final deadline last Friday I basically slept and hanged out with friends. On that Fiday I had drinks with my uni friends and then we carried on to Shoreditch to have a few more and do some serious dancing. On Saturday we went to a house party with Emma and her friends. The night didn't end as predicted (too much alcohol for some (not me)), but before that it was alright. On Sunday I met with Mia and I had pancakes around 9:30 pm - something I hadn't done before. Monday, however, was spent at home eating and playing games with my uni girls and I hadn't laughed as much in ages. Tuesday was dedicated for Christmas shopping and a proper Christmas cleaning of the house. I swear, I hadn't seen Nati as excited ever. Except maybe on Wednesday when her boyfriend of many years finally was able to visit her all the way from Costa Rica. That night I spent next door's at Emma's just because... you know. And Thursday was spent at the library because I needed to get a few things done before my final dance lesson and the unevitable packing. The rest is history as Friday was pretty much spent at the airport, on an airplane and at the airport again.

Busy busy week but hilarious. I have a feeling that these two weeks in Finland are going to be as busy even though my goal is to actually relax, read, watch HIMYM and just load some batteries before my internships start. Like I said, that's the plan but let's see how I will stick to it. There are already quite a few social happenings marked on my calendar before Christmas Eve...

Have a lovely Sunday!

ps. I'm about to watch Taylor's 1989 World Tour concert DVD only presented today. I am THIS excited!

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so hold me
wrap me in love, fill up my cup
and only your love can fill up my cup

Dec 19, 2015


Hello hello!

I have retrived to Finland for the holidays and have finally found some time for blogging, mainly thanks to my sister who takes pictures of my outfits. For once I actually a few photos to show you, but I'm going to start with the most recent ones from yesterday evening. After a dreadful plane ride home (I being late for my schedule by two hours) I enjoyed my mum's cooking before leaving to a pre-Xmas party. I had a good time even though now I've been blessed - or cursed - with a headache.

The purpose of this post was to introduce to you this dress of mine that had been stored in my closet guess for how many years. 11. 11 long years. Guess when I wore it the last time? When I was 10 and attended the Independence Day celebration at the city hall. How weird is that?! Naturally it looked quite different on me then, namely, it was a long dress, and its sex appeal was zero. Now, however, the whole burning burgundy colour, the velvet, and the clinginess made me feel quite sensuel. This is one of the reasons why I tend not to throw anything away. Who would have thought that I would fit something after 11 years, but that happens to be the case here.

I'll tell something about my last days in London in the next post. I also have - finally! - images of my new-ish flat. I know some of you have been waiting for them. Until next time!

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maybe you should know that my mama don't like you
she likes everyone
and i never like to admit that i was right

Dec 9, 2015


The title has been taken from a Hunter Hayes song and it couldn't be more apt at the moment. Because I'm stressed, I don't sleep very well. And when I don't sleep very well, I don't function perfectly. Instead of coffee though, I eat chocolate. My essay is coming along alright (down to 1700 words out of 3000) even though I went to a tutorial and she managed to freak me out. 

In the lack of newer pictures, I decided to post some old ones, namely from times when getting up early with some little sleep hasn't been a problem. Right now I would sell my soul if I could do one of those things below - or go to bed. 

that one time in Texas when we had to leave to play tennis at 5 am. those times were the best. #2012
partying. #2012

traveling (this one was for London in) #2013

sometimes is hard to do the right thing
when the pressure is coming down like lightning 
it's like they want me to perfect 
when they don't know that i'm hurting 
this life's not easy, i'm not made out of steel 
don't forget i'm human, don't forget that i'm real

Dec 7, 2015


... when it comes to shoes I mean. 

As long as I can remember, I've been a shoe gal. There's just something magical putting on shoes that transform your whole outfit, or bring you comfort and a sense of security for the whole day. I love a pair of six inch heels and I've gotten a fair amount of those in my closet. Lately, however, I've been investing my money to more sensible shoes, like leather ankle boots and pair of Hunters, just because my budget doesn't allow me to buy 'one season only' shoes too often anymore. 

The other day I was at Topshop just to peruse things I know I can't afford (healthy, eh?) when I came across to these shoes. I stroked the velvet and admired the golden details. What drew my attention the most was the burgundy color that seemed so bright to my now depressingly black selection of boots and heels. In addition, I made a mental note that I - so far - didn't own a pair of chelsea boots. In conclusion then, this seemed to be the pair lacking from my shoe shelf. 

I winced though when I took a look at the price tag. To be fair, it wasn't too bad and had I not been on a budget, I would have taken them to the register in a heart beat. However, I had just complained about not being able to buy a New Year's Eve dress so it seemed a bit ridiculous then to be buying shoes. 

So I walked away with my crying heart. A couple days after I somehow - swear to God don't know how - visited and found the shoes again - except this time they were reduced to £25!!!!!! IT WAS A SIGN.

Long story short, here they are. My new babies, my loved ones for this season. My only new piece of fashion for this season to be honest. I think I deserve them. After all, I'm a shoe gal - and they're just so damn pretty. And did I mean they are velvet?

Velvet. Love it. 


i know you know that i made those mistakes maybe once or twice
and by once or twice i mean maybe a couple of hundred times 
so let me oh let me redeem oh redeem oh myself tonight
i just need one more shot, second chances
is it too late to say sorry?

Dec 6, 2015


Happy birthday, Finland!

I spent my Independence Day here in London. Instead of watching people shaking the president's hand, I watched Love Actually. Instead of baking gingerbread cookies, I bought ready mades. However, I did light up candles and pop up a bottle of glogi. All in all it was a good day :-)

My last deadline is on Friday and I'm almost done with all the reading for it. My plan is to finish it tomorrow and start planning the outline so I can write it - hopefully - from start to finish on Tuesday. I can't wait for this term to be over... 

Sorry for the absence and my lack of words. It is late though and I still want to watch an episode of HIMYM - oh yes, I've gone there. 


hello, it's me 
i was wondering if after all these years you'd like to meet
to go over everything 
they say that time's supposed to heal you
but i ain't done much healing

Nov 27, 2015


Deadline number two is successfully behind me and it was surprisingly painless - if you don't count the lack of inspiration and the multiple obstacles thrown at me during this journey. Well, I'm sure they were put there because they were meant to happen. At least now I finally learnt that it is important to start the work early in case shit literally happens. In addition, I love when Jenni said to me that sometimes you've got to hit the bottom before coming up with something incredible. This happened to me with my investigative article that was my Everest during this term. Up until Thursday I was struggling with it, but alas, somehow the perfect angle struck me and 1600 words came out just like that. The piece isn't my favourite, but I'm quite proud that it actually made sense after eight weeks of desperation.
However, I'm not finished with this term yet. In two weeks we have to hand in a 3000 word essay and, so far, I haven't started. Well, that's a lie because I have just finished reading the first book (or the necessary chapters) in the library. Now I can go home and sleep with a good conscious. My plan was to read two books, but I am just not up for that. I hate how slow it is to read academic texts and take notes at the same time. Thank God for those extra two weeks.
As you might imagine, my fashion sense has been incredibly uninspiring lately, partly due to the deadlines. It has basically consisted of leggings and baggy knits because it is bloody cold everywhere I go. I, however, have been so proud of myself how well I handled my gluttony during this term! I didn't eat any sugar (let's not count those spoonfuls of honey straight from the jar when I just needed something) and the only thing I overate was sushi on Wednesday (and a bag of Doritos for dinner - twice). It could have been - and usually has been - a lot worse! :D
Anyway, naturally I haven't been taking that many photographs during the past few weeks. Like I said, my outfits haven't been screaming 'PHOTOGRAPHS, NOW' and it gets dark so quickly. So instead I'm going to show you how I really look when I'm at home. Au natural as the French say (I think). The older I get it gets more and more important to me just be fine with how I look - with or without makeup. So here I am: hair on a ponytail, without any products or photoshop, with a massive stress pimple on my jaw. Internet, take it or leave it.

To me beauty is...
... people who are natural - looks and character-wise.
... people who are true to themselves.
... people who don't care what others think.
... people who aren't afraid of showing or admitting their weaknesses.
... people who go after what they want.
... people who work for their dreams and don't take the path with least resistance.
... people who at least try their best in everything they do.
... people who have weird and/or quirky habits.
... people who are innovative.
... people who fight against the storm.
... people who don't give up.
i finally learnt my lessons but i learnt it by myself
'cause when the answers that you know just prove you wrong
gotta have a little faith to fall back on
and then all that you've got left is being strong
gotta have a little faith to fall back on 

Nov 18, 2015


I'm currently posting in the library. Why, you might ask. Patience, my friend. All will be revealed.

The other night I was positively surprised when I found six full movies of Miss Marple's adventures in iplayer, and you know, my 80 year-old self was naturally jumping out of joy. So there I was enjoying life and my after-night tea when I suddenly heard a call. My bladder had decided that it was now time to exit that lovely rose tea I had sipped for a half an hour. Obediently, I  got out of bed - maybe a bit faster than I should have - and my computer didn't follow like I had predicted. Instead, it hit the ground (actually, it was lying on the cold hard ground - oooooh) and, after a heart attack and a slow motion grabbing it, something I had feared happened. The whole screen was smashed, ruined, dead, however you like to put it. 

And I felt like this:

So yeah, that pretty much sums it up why I'm posting in the library. My new computer will, hopefully, arrive with Santa, but that means that someone has to be a good girl yet a month (the struggle, I tell you). You might have guessed it already, but I'm still going to, annoyingly, state the obvious: there won't be that many posts - not that I'm extremely active now, but I'm going to be even less (if possible). 

In a way this couldn't have come in a better or worse time. I'm currently in a few days away from my first deadline, have typed very little for the second one, and haven't even started for the third one in three weeks. So it's good that now I can't procrastinate watching that stupid little Marple who is the cause of all of this but I actually have to study. Then again, I don't only use my computer to watch TV, my whole school work depends on it. Now I obviously have to use the library, but, as a spoiled first world person, I'm used to writing on my own computer in my own room with my own food and pyjamas. I repeat once more: the struggle is real. 

However, I don't want to sound too depressing or give you an impression that I'm going to be eating the whole fridge to my sadness. I do have some good news - excellent, in fact. I have just received good news from my internships and I thought that it would be appropriate to share them with you. As you might know, our second term is spent interning and it has been a constant stress factor for me to get something. I literally spent a week sitting on my bed and flicking through magazines so I could write killer applications. It apparently paid off because in January I will be interning in Look magazine's fashion desk! I'm super excited because I haven't really worked in fashion yet so this will be a completely new experience. In addition, I had a job interview yesterday at WWD and I, a bit by an accident, secured my summer internship as well! I will be joining their team in July so this time, at least some of, my summer will be spent in London. But wait, THERE'S MORE. Hopefully from February to April (this has not been completely confirmed yet) I will be coming back to Finland and start interning at Cosmopolitan! Saying 'I am excited' would be an understatement. Like I said, the period hasn't been 100% confirmed yet, but all in good time. 

After these news, I looked like this...


So yeah, I guess this is life. Something shitty will happen, but then you have to keep going and open another door or take another path or send yet another application. My friend Emma said to me that I stressed for nothing, but if I hadn't, I might not have invested my time to write those applications. Right now I want to stand on a mountain and sing that song below from the top of my lungs. 

ps. Even though the song is old, I have just found it again. L-O-V-E. 

when i am down and, oh my soul, so weary
when troubles come and my heart burdened to be
then i am still and wait here in the silence
until you come and sit awhile with me 

Nov 15, 2015


On a day like this we should be grateful about the life we are living.

I walked out of the library and took everything in Oxford Street had to offer. Even if the darkness had settled for yet another night, the glistering Christmas lights were there to give us guidance. The police car went by, the people were talking loudly and the busses were making sounds. I took all those colours, voices and feelings in. I headed towards the station with a mass of people, but I ignored the pushing and annoyance that was painted on the passers-by's faces. I was happy that we were all there together, breathing, moving. I knew I should say it, even remember it, more often, but I truly am grateful for the life that I am living because it is everything I've ever dreamed of.

On a day like this we should tell the people we love how much they mean to us.

I skyped with my family today for an hour and a half. The main reason was that I just wanted to know they were safe. I sent texts to my best friends and told them that they are quite literally the best. We can never know when it is our last day walking on this Earth or when it is for your loved one. Even if you don't say it, express it. Express it every day until the last day of your life. In the end, having been able to love and been loved are the only things that matter the day we step to the other side. I just hope that all the people in my life know that I love them - until that last damn day of my life.

On a day like this we should remember that the world is still in pain.

Every day there is something happening that causes pain to us. Some we can affect, some we can't. Wars, starvation and extinction are things we can make a difference. If we put down the weapons, and as naïve as it sounds, love, we can stop hurting people. Every day people die of malnutrition. There is enough food for everyone if we just decide to share it. If you are lucky enough to be happy and healthy and have people around you who are that as well, remember that there are still people who are hurting, grieving and fighting for their lives - every single day.

On a day like this we should still try to smile.

It felt a bit wrong today to be so happy when eating a cinnamon roll in the rain. Or when I bought a books, mulled wine and gingerbreads from a Finnish/British event. Or when I remembered I had heard some good news regarding internships. Or when I talked with my family. Or when it finally stopped raining. However, we must carry on. We must find the hope, the happiness, the reason to stand strong. But we must and will not forget.

Written on 14.11.2015 in remembrance of the attacks in Paris.

I love this song, it gets to me every single time. I love how all the artists have joined together for the greater good.

there comes a time when we hear a certain call
when the world must come together as one
there are people dying and it's time to lend a hand to life, the greatest gift of all
we can't go on pretending day by day that someone, somehow will soon make a change
we are all a part of God's great big family and the truth
you know love is all we need

Nov 9, 2015


I often feel insecure about my writing skills and hesitate to call myself a writer, but I guess every time I have the urge to let out what I have inside my head, writing is the only way to do it. If I try to express myself by talking, I usually end up stuttering and nothing reasonable comes out. Now I felt the need to talk about social media because it was the hot subject of last week.

I'm sure quite a few know that an Australian blogger Essena O'Neill quitted Instagram last week (and she decided to make a big fuss about it, but let's not go there). Regardless of some people accusing her doing it only so she could gain more publicity, I do think she had some great points. Most of them were something that I had been thinking about as well. Lately I have just felt the urge to quit social media, excluding blogging, altogether. There are some very good qualities in it, but unfortunately many faults as well.

I used to use social media every hour. I was either scrolling Facebook, taking a picture to Snapchat, tweeting or checking Instagram accounts from models to friends to food to sarcastic quotes. Boring lectures and classes passed easily because I always had something to do. The first and last thing I did in the day was to scroll all those apps through and fall asleep thinking about a funny tweet from Ed Sheeran or how some of my friends were partying at God knows what club in God knows what part of the world. Like so many other in my generation, I was - maybe still am - addicted to social media.

Celebrities always say social media is such a good device to communicate with the fans. As a fan girl, I support that because I do find it intriguing to know who Taylor Swift brought on the stage with her (nowadays, I have to admit it's just annoying), when Hunter Hayes tickets are coming out, or whether there are any new interviews/performances/etc from all my favourite singers and bands. I follow many designers, fashion houses and journalists on Instagram - to the point actually that my feed often fills with images from them rather than my friends. It's very useful especially during fashion week because I can see the best looks immediately. And then there is Facebook, which is obviously great to stay in touch with, for example, my family in Texas (and to find hilarious memes).

But like I said, all this has lately felt like such a small pro to all the cons that it has. One of the first issue that I have with it is the body image ideal it represents. I know it is my own decision to follow all the models (although I really need to know about them for my career) and the fashion houses, but that has ultimately led to the fact that my feed is now full of half naked, more or less photoshopped, perfect people. However, before I was capable of living in a fantasy world where the models are not really real because their wrinkles, cellulites and baby hairs were airbrushed to oblivion, but every since the rise of the 'Instagram celebrities' that can't be done anymore. And why? Because these IG celebrities are essentially normal people like you and me, except they are not. They are gorgeous women with their long blonde hair, coy smiles, designer handbags, sipping a mojito somewhere in Mexico in their skimpy bikinis. Or they have a size four post-baby body, the cutest and happiest baby, and no dark circles under their eyes because their six-pack husbands take care of that bundle of joy during the night. By the way, he doesn't have dark circles either because his genes are awesome and he is probably a model.

I know I might exaggerate a bit, but I'm sure many of you feel the same way. When I'm laying in the bed at 1 am looking like an otter while scrolling these images, I don't feel that great about myself. Why don't any of my selfies look as good as their do? Well, apparently that requires dedication that I just don't have. According to Essena, she took nearly a hundred images, didn't eat anything and put on two filters before posting that one perfect image. To be honest though, the public still only see that one image and to us, yeah, you are still a robot because you always look impeccable even if we can tell you are sucking your stomach in. The moment somebody with thousands of followers starts posting pictures with their hair undone (and not 'un'done), in their pyjamas (that aren't VS, but the old t-shirts we know we all use) and showing a bit of their extra in their tummy area, I think we are heading towards realness.

However, it must be acknowledged that our society is a bit messed up anyway. Anna from Mungolife blog aptly pointed out that we are essentially collecting 'likes' and 'hearts', or in other words acceptance and admiration, and selfies when you are dressed up to the nines get the best numbers. I can safely say that is true in my case as well. A few weeks back when Jenni and Birta were here and we got ready to hit Cirque le Soir club, I put on more makeup than I had in years. Naturally I took a picture of us to show everyone else and apparently it hit the social media jackpot. The hearts kept dropping, both in IG and at the club (just kidding, only in IG). If you are a teenager with a low self-esteem and your target is to get as many likes as possible, why wouldn't you post pictures like that everyday? Everybody else does it, why couldn't you? Sure you can, but will it really make you feel better about yourself?

I am no one to preach about how people should live their lives, but I'm afraid life will pass us if we don't pay attention to it. When we were in Paris for a school trip in March, we were in this fancy café and there were two girls who both ordered a selection of cakes and l-i-t-e-r-a-l-l-y took pictures of them for at least 20 minutes. I am not exaggerating at all. Nowadays I get hurt if I'm meeting a friend and they keep texting/taking pictures with their phones. It's like 'Excuse me, I'm donating my precious time to you when I could be home doing uni work (read: watching Netflix) and all you do is take pictures of those damn cakes?' Yeah, that doesn't suit me. Also, although I think it is marvellous that now we constantly have a camera with us, sometimes I feel like great views or sunsets or whatever picturesque sceneries there are, aren't really appreciated by some people. They just want to take a great picture to social media and let everyone know they are at a place X and it's beautiful here, suck it losers. What about in stead you put the phone down and take in all those colours. It really does look different when through your eyes than the lens.

 Out of curiosity, I counted my selfies from the past year and noticed I had added 13 pictures with makeup, seven without and, funnily, one with makeup all over my face (I was cutting onions and ended up looking like Alice Cooper). I'm actually quite proud of those numbers because so many wouldn't dare to post one without any makeup. In fact, I haven't posted a picture in IG in over a week (usually at least one per week) nor do I scroll it anymore (which leads to the fact that when I do, I stalk my friends and like six of their photos at once). I haven't sent a Snapchat story in weeks and I'm considering deleting the app because I find it pointless. In my last Facebook status I wished happy Father's Day to my dad who now lives miles away. Turns out I may not be as caught up in the social media web as I thought I was.

However, I will keep on reducing it because I don't want to feel jealous or compare myself to a person who frankly has nothing to do with me or my life. I also want to enjoy those rare moments when I'm having tea and a chat with my mates - no pictures of coffee cups needed. In addition, I don't want anyone to feel jealous or inadequate about my life because I too get bad days, horrible in fact, when everything from my hair to my room is a mess, and life just generally sucks. Boasting about my life when it goes well is a bit ridiculous as well because, like I said, I don't want everyone to think I'm showing off or anything. I hope that my friends ask how I'm doing if they are interested and not just rely on my social media feeds. My life is my life, your life is your life and they are both fine - perfect, in fact.

From now on though, mine is just going to be a little bit less out there.

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it does feel a bit ridiculous to post these images when I usually look like...
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...or this.

if you like midnight driving with the windows down
if you like going places we can't even pronounce
if you like to do whatever you've been dreaming about
baby you're perfect, baby you're perfect
so let's start right now

Nov 8, 2015


A few weeks ago I was feeling more experimental with fashion that I had in months. I decided to combine my mum's old floral dress with my hippie flowy dressy thing (I mean, what the hell is that thing called??). In the morning I was really intrigued and thought it looked good, but once the day proceeded, I came to a conclusion that it didn't work after all. Oh well, that's life. When you break the rules - in fashion and in life - things don't go like in the movies.

Today has been a kind of a fail day for me. I left to the groceries store too late so I ended up buying cheese and butter from a small shop down the street. I still can't comprehend how in a city as massive as London all the stores close at 5pm on a Sunday. Modern times, anyone? I also lazied (not a real verb, but maybe we could add this to the dictionary) my way all the way to 7pm when I started writing some more internship applications. I swear my stress levels won't go down until I've secured one.

In addition, I celebrated Father's Day here in London the best I could considering that my dad isn't here nor is it even an actual Father's Day in the UK. We skyped and I had bought a small gift and sent it away with the help of my mum when they were visiting. And to be fair, my real talent is writing so maybe all my gifts should all come in a written form from now on. Having said that, check my other blog to read about my daddy if you so desire.

It's 11 pm already and I feel like I should go to bed.... Nah, let me crank up a series or something just for fun.

p.s. there are so many bad shows in this world, it's amazing they even get the permission to be made.


revelations and heartaches will make you realize
i was always in front of you
so wake up your sleeping heart
i know sometimes we'll be afraid
but no more playing safe, my dear