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FFMoPE: The End (for Now)

2009-12-17T19:22:59Z

Yes, m'dears, it is the end. FFMoPE didn't go quite as I planned but then again, how many different types of blogs can you really get into within a month? Not too many. That, and my attention span and ability to commit myself to one thing at a time are both more than slightly questionable.

If I were to make a blog that only revolves around a specific subject, it'd have to be something I'm really, constantly, passionate about. And to be honest, I don't think there's anything like that.

Except writing. In my own mother-tongue.

It's not that I need to blog about writing, I just need to write. I love being able to play with words and if there's something this little project of mine has taught me, it's that I need to write, all the time, to keep up my verbal skills. In writing and in speech. I've been mixing English words into Finnish, lately, and it annoys the hell out of me. I value my ability to put up a show of verbal acrobatics (in Finnish) and apparently I need to focus on writing and speaking Finnish to keep up the talent. It's cool to be this fluent in another language, too, but Finnish is and always will be my language numero uno. No questions asked.

I'll be getting back to my daily updates of "I ate bread (for the first time in weeks, even!)" sometime during the weekend. All f-locked. And filtered. And in Finnish. Ah, what a lovely thought.

And who knows, maybe I'll make this a yearly tradition! (Ahahahahaha. No. Or perhaps yes?)

Oh, and Project Runway finale? I'm so fucking proud of our ~~little~~ Mert.

FFMoPE: I refuse to call this Fashion but whateves: Fashion Blog Edition #6

2009-12-15T18:40:08Z

I was supposed to do something completely different but then my Christmas gift projects (note the plural and feel my pain) politely told me to fuck off and failed, so I decided to relax by cutting ridiculously detailed stencils and breaking my back painting things avec the help of aforementioned stencils.

Haven't printed t-shirts in quite a while. I've almost missed it.

Now that I think of it, I probably should've used an actual t-shirt and not a wife-beater but I'm too blah to care. I like the print and I like how the tongue is the only coloured thing on it. I'm so witty. ~~And if anyone wants a pair of boobs, I'm willing to donate mine.~~

And yes, some of the patches are a bit all over the place because this day has been pure failure, crafts-wise.

Also, wtf, FFMoPE is almost over. Where did the month go?

FFMoPE: The (Return of the) Fashion Blog Edition #5: My hat is awesome, your argument is invalid

2009-12-14T20:18:25Z

You know it's winter when I stop eating and wonder why the hell I'm losing weight. Should probably remind myself about this mysterious and wonderful thing called "food" again.

So yes, it's cold as balls out there but this time I come prepared. You see, I'm am now in possession of the most ridiculous yet awesome hat in the history of my collection of ridiculous yet awesome hats. Of which I had two before this one.

I await the day when an elderly gentleman with that exact hat walks by me. It shall be a day of joy and happiness.

I'd love to pin something on the hat but can't think of anything that wouldn't get me beaten up by hippies who don't appreciate the fashion sense of certain German gentlemen in the 1940s. But then again, "tactful" has never been one of the words used to describe my sense of style so I might as well get a Totenkopf-pin or something equally unnerving.

... A funny thought: I'd never consider wearing anything that could be associated with Finnish military history, yet hardly think twice about putting on something that may remind people of WWII and Uncle Adolf's playmates. (But mum, those evil fuckers had a sense of style!)

All that aside, that hat is oh-so-very-warm and makes winter all the more tolerable for me. With the hat, my new jacket and a lovely pair of woolly gloves my mum gave me, I just might live to see spring again.

Oh, and I also picked up a fabulous package from the post office today but you'll have to wait until February to see what it is. Hah.

FFMoPE: An Announcement

2009-12-13T15:00:43Z

Last night's post is one of the best LJ-entries of all time.

That is all.

HGQHAQHA

2009-12-12T21:11:07Z

I am dfrunk. Mio is kind of telling me what to write so Iä'm not eepons9oble for NUTHING. i JUST POURED GIN ON MY HEAD- Snd on Iin GBRIEWNL- u DONÄ'T KNPW ERHO HE OIS-. AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHZX. LOL. What now. I'm like sio drubnk lololololololololo. Sienislol. ;Mushoroomas. L9ol. aHGAHAHAH. lik. Tekppyhää!!!!!!!!!!!q1

Vitun juoopo.

I have perhjaPS DRUNK 111111 GIN TPNICS. mAYBE. 8I don't know. Maybe.

There ia lots of dram. mYD DAD IS ALSO DRUNK. aNd myt mum. And they're awesok,me. We're having a christmas party wioth my parents.

And HYanna is a bitcvh-.

I azm asesojme. '

An d I hate it wherm apeople open up to me ABOUT THEIR SEXLKIUVES.

Not drunk. Likew., At all.

Not. At,. All.

Np matter what t6hat fag saays.

Lifer is geabd-. Öike. Grand. '

Fucki.

Mio says hi.

Yay.

Yay for tomorrow.
Q6tf,
Esit Aka edit. Lol-.
My head aches. Apparently we're going to Rome tyo Rome and Milan next year. I dyunno lo. Fuckl I'm like so drunk. lol. Lololololololololololol.ololo. Lol.m
Wtf.

We talked about absinthe with Elina's mom, she must think I'm a good influence to her dear daughter.

Yeah.

Like lol, she must thenki we'll get like married and lol likei tomorrow and I have a calendar with cahtholic proests in it. And we'rte playonf water bomb fight wi8th condoms ND IT'S FUN EXCEPT WE HAVE ONHLYB ONE CONDFPM ANFD IT'SZ AXCPLODIG. LOÖ.M

FFMoPE: Inane Rambles Part x^n+2

2009-12-10T18:02:55Z

I. Need. A holiday. Right now. Not a week from now. Not next month. Right. Now.

We are supposed to have a fabulous presentation tomorrow and I've worked my respectable arse off editing said presentation (the idea was to make it resemble an old 30s/40s radio show with a bit of fun photos and videos of the time in the background: the topic being "Radio and war"). Now, the audio track is gorgeous because I am a Sound Forge -wizard, but as I lack I better video editing software, I've had to settle for Windows Movie Maker. And Windows Movie Maker is a huge pile of shit and does not make me happy. At all.

I have edited a whopping two minutes of the video and still have around ten minutes to go, and the wonderful, wonderful program crashes on me every single time I try to get on with the editing. I have used my google-fu but pretty much all of the suggestions on how to resolve the problem have something to do with basically re-formatting the entire computer and re-installing XP (or Vista, which I don't have but am starting to feel like I should although I have sworn not to touch it). And frankly, I have 12 hours to finish this thing and I'd rather not spend any of it on useless battles with Windows.

Rage. So much rage.

Of course, we do have the amazing radio show done and perhaps it just might be more appropriate to have just the sound. But. But! This was supposed to be the most epic presentation in the history of Haaga-Helia. And now it's not. Life is not fair.

Oh, Project Runway.

22:05
Disregard that, etc. Except I don't suck cocks; the cocks suck me because I'm just so. Fucking. Good.

In my blackest pits of despair I e-mailed the rest of my group and whined about the Movie Maker being a bitch. Also suggested we replace the video by a half-assed PowerPoint-presentation that someone else than me should make. I received loads of sympathy but no one took it upon themselves to whip up a few slides. Thus, I discovered PowerPoint on my computer (I swear it has never been there before or if it has, it has not worked. Ever.), put together a rather dashing presentation and received bucketloads of praise from my team. I am awesome.
(And no, I'm not the only one who has done something for this presentation; the rest of the group has pretty much done all of the research and the report we're supposed to turn in. Fabulous team-work, says I.)

So yes. I actually get to sleep tonight. Which is awesome.

FFMoPE: Inane Rambles Part x^n+1

2009-12-07T20:55:50Z

How about a meme to keep me writing (because I know you can't live without my more or less frequent chatter)? I haven't done these ~*interactive*~ posts in a while so you can't really complain.

Give me five words that somehow remind you of me and I'll make a(n) (fantabulous) entry explaining them. You can then ctrl+v this into your journal and let your f-list sum you up. Who could say no to that?

(Or whatever the original wording of the thing was, my quick Google-fu has failed me.)

I'm listening to 30 Seconds to Mars' new album and I hate to admit it but I kind of like the damn thing. In a very embarrassing "massive monk/child/childmonk choirs and string orchestras = good music" -type of way.

I still have a million tons of school work to do but I just don't seem to care. Surprisingly.

FFMoPE: Inane Rambles Part x^n

2009-12-06T09:47:50Z

I have ideas for vlogs but can't be arsed to film them. Or maybe it has more to do with the fact that I have not slept this week as much as I've wanted to and thus my brain has been kind of useless. Yesterday at work was pure hell (thank you college [why isn't there a more British word for "ammattikorkeakoulu" and if there is, why don't I know of it?] Christmas party on Friday) and I made it through with coffee and crackers I stole from a coworker and smuggled into the bathroom so that I could take secret naps and have secret snacks. I'm getting too old for all-nighters.

Last night I went to bed at nine, finished a book, fell asleep and finally woke up at 10.30 this morning. Well done, I'd say.

And because I've been sleep-deprived-ish, I've obviously been thinking about things (which is one of the reasons I should never sleep too little). Quite a lot of things, in fact, but I won't go into details here. I just want to point out that I obviously need to fiddle with thoughts and things for years and years before actually understanding what I'm dealing with. I don't seem to want to put unfinished work on display, or other such cliched crap. I may seem to make rash decisions but even then I've probably thought about doing so a few times before. I'm not really all that spontaneous. Not always, anyway.
I've also (apparently, I love it how I write these things down at night and go "wtf" in the morning) come up with wonderful Tetris- and London-analogies but let's just say that they probably make sense only to yours truly. I've also, apparently, drawn graphs to demonstrate these analogies. That's how exhausted I've been.
(Another observation: I think like a woman when tired and like a man when fully awake. Stereotypically.)

But yeah. I probably should work on a ton of school stuff today but hell if I'm going to. I'll just lay about, watch the presidential reception, make rude remarks on the guests' dresses and go to bed.
... Only to wake up illegally early tomorrow to go to work for nine hours. Fuck my life.

My mum sent me a picture of my dad wearing a gay sweater, red pearls around his neck and high heeled boots. Also, trousers, obviously, but they weren't all that fabulous. My folks are in Tallinn with a couple of friends at the moment, which hopefully explains his appearance.
("Oh, he went to a bar looking like that!" says mum on the phone, and dad yells in the background: "Tell her I'll see her in DTM!")
I love my parents.

And as you all might know already, Bell X1 is awsome.

23:22
(I went to bed over an hour ago, but.)
Damn, this must be some magical "Day of Revelations" or something. Or maybe it's just my head starting to fully operate again.
Observation Number Whatever: My lack of ability to react quickly to things and thoughts and feelings just might have something to do with the fact that I am a storyteller (...) and must therefore see the whole story before being able to draw any type of conclusions. The sucky part is the fact that, hello, you can't really do anything after the end in real life. Which is probably why I've never done anything but analysed the hell out of my life.
Objective: Understand life has no plot. Learn to live.

Whoo. Now I'm really going to bed.

FFMoPE: Yet Another Useless Entry

2009-12-03T20:03:40Z

Yeah, I know. How do people keep up with this stuff anyway?

But! Here's Steve with an important message to you all:

NEVER PLAY WITH SUPER GLUE

Sleep. Right now.

FFMoPE: The Video Blog Edition #2: Winter needs to go away

2009-11-30T21:02:34Z

Also, my flatmate and I had the most amazing discussion in the history of our flatmate-ness (perhaps even in the entire duration of our friendship) today, about ~*love*~ and how the word is perceived in different cultures, and I hope that if anyone ever makes that movie of us, that particular conversation will be included in it. It was that amazing. And not even in that "o lulz" -type of way but in a "holy shit, we're actually kind of deep and philosophical and say smart things" -type of way. Whoa.

FFMoPE: The Video Blog Edition #1: O HI!

2009-11-28T22:24:45Z

Crappy camera + stubborness + hours and hours of rage directed at the computer that does not compute = THIS

I need a camera that records sound a bit better if I am to keep up with this after FFMoPE (you never know) but at the moment, that old piece of crap will do just fine.

I also need to get my sleeping habits straight so I'll be heading to bed now and sleeping for a week.

FFMoPE: Fashion Blog Edition #4: The Laundry Bin Scale

2009-11-27T00:05:37Z

(How is it 2 AM already? Where did the time go?)

I was thinking, just the other day, about how so many stylish people always seem to be inspired by one thing or another and dress accordingly. You know: "I was inspired when I saw a second-hand shop fornicating with an art teacher, so I decided to dress as what I think their offspring would look like. This dress used to belong to my great uncle in 1749, in Prussia. His sister made it for him, when her cat died."

And I thought, why am I not inspired by anything? Am I so completely uncool that nothing in this world gives me the "oh, this is how I should look like" -vibes? But then it hit me.

My biggest inspiration, style-wise, is my laundry bin. Nothing fancy, just the old white plastic container I throw my dirty clothes in. (It was a generous gift from my aunt who had stored it in her garage for the past ten years. It's a beautiful bin.)

I also realised my style can actually be rated by what I decided to call The Laundry Bin Scale.

This graph gives you a general idea of what I'm talking about.

What this means, is that the amount of clothes currently in the laundry bin defines what I look like when I go out in the morning (whether I'm going to school or to work also has some effect but the Bin is a much bigger influence).

Laundry Bin Scale 1
This is a rare event and a happy one. The bin is nearly empty, which means I have all the clothes in the ~~world~~ closet to choose from.

The result usually ends up looking something like this:

Jacket: KappAhl
Shirt: Ichi
Jeans: Some sales rack somewhere
Stupid-ass-face: Way past bedtime

Laundry Bin Scale 2
Life is still good and there's quite a bit of rags to choose from. At this point I usually go for my broad collection of vests as they seem to make anything look neater and more professional. A great trick for looking pro at work.

Shirt: I think my closet gave birth to it
T-shirt: Ames Bros.
Vest: Seppälä
Jeans: See previous

Laundry Bin Scale 3
This is when it gets creative. And because I'm way too lazy most of time, the result seems to be a random combination of one of my many hoodies and a t-shirt. And those same jeans because they're my favourite pair. (I do have others, too, but they're nowhere near as comfy and gorgeous.)

This also seems to be the time to look confused and strip while sneering disgustedly (which, apparently is a real word).

T-shirt: David & Goliath
Hoodie: Seppälä
Jeans: You get the point already, don't you

Laundry Bin Scale 4
And now it's getting weird. This is the point when I keep getting funny looks and my co-workers ask me just what the hell it is I'm wearing. My usual retort is "It's laundry-day" which is a lie, because I never manage to do laundry until it's one of those mornings when you have to hand-wash and blow-dry your clothes if you want to get dressed.

T-shirt: Dir en grey tour 05 -merchandise
Jacket: An old couch
Trousers: A clearance bin

Laundry Bin Scale 5
This is like the ninth circle of Hell. There's absolutely nothing sensible to wear and it's usually way too late to do the wash-and-blow-dry -routine. Which means I have to dig way too deep into my closet and reach for the forbidden items. The ones that should have been thrown out years ago but haven't since they have ~*emotional value*~.

I try to keep these days to a minimum or at least make sure they don't land on dates when I should actually leave the house. Because, oh god no.

Shirt: A tourist shop in London. Ten years ago.
Skirt: Soaked in Luxury (... what?)
Socks: Hell if I know

So yes, now you'll know what the state of my laundry bin is just by looking at what I'm wearing. On most days I'm a 3, which is why I have so many hoodies. They save me from having to think in the morning.

And as an added bonus, because I can't be arsed to look up a suitable YouTube-link, have a picture of my new winter-jacket that I'm going to wear every single goddamn day even if it is plus ten degrees Celsius outside because I paid way too much for it (I didn't, not really, I'm just not used to buying clothes that cost over 50 €).

Jacket: KappAhl
Hat: Seppälä
Trousers: A clearance rack somewhere
Boots: No-brand from KenkäMarski
Face: Courtesy of last Wednesday's "I'm sick but have to go out regardless" -coma

FFMoPE: A Public Service Announcement aka. Too Lazy to Blog Properly

2009-11-25T20:12:33Z

Hi. I have done absolutely nothing these past few days. Nothing, I tell you. Except maybe gone to work, made an appearance at school and completely bullshat my way through an article we were supposed to turn in today. I have no idea how I do it. It's magical. (I know my article is crap but at least it's done and I can write it better after critique.)

Jenny came over last night and we had pizza and talked about important issues such as why people are shit and why college/university is hell. Fun times.

I have also played Zeus: Master of Olympus and yet again made my way through all of the episodes. I think. There might be a couple of easy ones left but, obviously, they're too easy for someone as well versed in the glorious act of playing god in a PC game as myself. This sentence made no sense, do forgive me. But yes. Zeus. Possibly one of the best PC-games ever. Probably better than Red Alert, which I still think is a bit too strategic of a strategy-game for me to fully comprehend. I'm much better at building imaginary civilizations than gathering armies to crush other civilizations.
... This has got to be the geekiest paragraph in the history of my LJ. At least I don't play WoW.

But can you honestly say that a game with such awesome commentary could possibly be bad? (And, oh well, if it has Greek mythology in it, I'm sold.)

As for FFMoPE, I still have at least one Fashun-post to make but I'm so uninspired by myself and my "style" that apparently I can't be arsed. I'll do it anyway, just you wait. I know you're all dying to hear about the Laundry Bin Scale.

I've also sort of kind of thought about doing a bit of vlogging but can't decide whether it's a good idea or not. Obviously there's the language thing because the whole point of FFMoPE is to post public, English entries and thus the vlog (such a stupid word, that) should also be in English. Not that I don't feel confident speaking the language, I'm just not all that sure if it'll sound... odd. What with my bizarre accent and all.
Opinions?

And because I can, here's a bit of Imogen Heap for you all.

FFMoPE: The Fashion Blog Edition #3: Shoes, shoes, shoes

2009-11-22T20:42:08Z

In all honesty, I do have a certain fashion-related weakness. I pretty much don't care about a lot of style-related things but oh my, give me a nice pair of shoes and I'm a goner.

I didn't give a crap about shoes until I accidentally ended up working in a shoe store. They pay was a joke and my boss wasn't too wonderful either but the shoes we sold were pure perfection. I had a total of three pairs of shoes when I started my fabulous career in October 2006 and when I walked out for the last time in July 2008, I had somehow managed to gather a glamurous collection of shoes. On average, I brought home a pair a month. You do the math.

I love weird heels and funky designs that would never go with my everyday appearance. Add in a dash of impossible colours and a bit of a futuristic flare and I'm in love.

Case in point, Eject. Eject is a Portuguese brand that I first came across back in '08, when we got a small shipment into our store. Their designs could only be described as downright fugly and I remember a lot of our customers rolling their eyes and saying how you'd have to be insane to pay for such hideous things.

Oh well, I must be a tad bit insane, but come on! Look at those things!

I don't actually own either of these but damn, if I had the money and no longer felt guilty about buying
stuff I don't really need. Look at those heels. Just look at them!

I haven't done a proper inventory of my shoes in quite a while but I suppose I have approximately 30 or so pairs. About 10 of which I can actually wear on daily basis. The rest is pure collector's glee. (I made a post about my babies back in early '08 but, obviously, the collection has grown quite a bit since.

But, as no one really cares about anyone's smelly everyday-shoes, I shall entertain you with some of my more... unconventional numbers.

Welcome to Elina's Exhibition of Ridiculous Shoes!
Feauturing my desperate attempts to explain WHY.

(Also: I'm not barefoot. It's a funny thing called stockings. So you, yes you, can stop making that "khhhh"-sound now.
Also #2: If you are one of my neighbours: YES I WAS WALKING AROUND IN HEELS LATE AT NIGHT.)

~~I have huge calves. Thanks mum.~~

From left to right:
1. Eject, spring/summer 2008. I fell madly in love the moment I first unpacked these babies and immediately hid my size under the counter. I've actually worn these a few times (a miracle!), mainly in techno-related events and random parties. These just might be my favourite pair ever.

2. El Naturalista, spring/summer 2007. Even though I have a few pairs of patent baby janes and other such ladylike shoes, these have got to be the girliest shoes I've ever had. These can only be worn with a skirt which means I don't go out in these too often. A few times a summer. Maybe. I had to have these because of the silly flower. I know, I know.

3. Bronx, spring/summer 2007, modified by yours truly. This was a lonely pair that had been burned by the sun and that no one wanted to buy because of that. Thus, I adopted them (they were the right size and all), gave them a coat of white shoe-polish and drew on the squiggly lines. I'd really like to wear these more often but they're white (can you see a pattern here?) and white doesn't really go together with the Finnish weather.

4. Eject, fall/winter 2008. These captured my heart just as swiftly as the previous Ejects. Hello, oily green leather and silly details. Ilu.

5. Bronx, spring/summer 2008. Hello, funky heels. I have a soft spot for cut-out heels. They make me all sorts of happy. Surprisingly enough, I've actually worn these to a few parties. Not the most comfortable shoes but hoshit so pretty.
I also have these in silver. They originally had hideous tan-coloured heels but I painted them to match the rest.

6. Vagabond, spring/summer 2007 (?). Asfdgsfgdfsdadkj. Hi. They're so incredibly comfortable and pretty and oh god. I've worn these twice, once to a random formal party that included lots of sangria and to the interview for my current job. Received lots of love, both times. These shoes are magical. Apparently.

7. Dinsko, fall 2008. I usually don't buy anything from Dinsko purely because hello, crappy mass-production quality, but I just had to make an exception with these. The heel! THE HEEL. I generally dislike wedges but the cut-out and metallic sheen makes up for everything. I've only worn these once (surprise!), at our house warming party and I definitely need an excuse to wear these again.

So yes. I'm not compulsively buying every single pretty pair of shoes I see - not anymore at least. But I appreciate the beauty (o hi, Alexander McQueen) and actually find browsing shoe stores quite relaxing. Also somewhat amusing, considering I look like 14-year-old geeky kid most of the time. (True story: one of my very flaming co-workes nearly choked when I put on a pair nine-inch heels and knew how to walk in them. Ha.)

Old shit is old but I've already decided to finish my fashun posts with a YouTube link and I can't think of anything else:

FFMoPE: The Fashion Blog Edition #2: Biblical hair

2009-11-21T16:14:06Z

During the past few days I've received millions and millions of e-mails and letters (Millions, I tell you! Everyone in the world, including the president of Burundi, reads this crap. You know you're hanging out with the cool guys just by reading these words. Trust me. Trufax.) asking me for tips on how to look as dashing as I do.

I need a some time to compile a Perfect Guide to Dressing Like Elina (I can already tell you that it has a lot to do with this guy over here) but in the meantime, here's a few tips on styling your hair.

How to get the perfect Elina-hair
Step 1: Take a shower
Step 2: Forget you have hair on your head
Step 3: Wait 15 minutes and you're done

(The following steps are completely optional and should only be followed if there is a huge party/other formal event such as a presidential reception coming up.)

Step 4: Accidentally see yourself in a mirror and note the lump of hair on top of your head
Step 5: Dampen hair again
Step 6: Run comb through hair, use a blow dryer if you're feeling posh
Step 7: Done!

An Alternative Elina-hair can be achieved by doing the following:
Step 1: Take a shower
Step 2: Towel-dry your hair
Step 3: Wear a hat
Step 4: Remove hat after 20 minutes and you're done

This is how it should look if you're doing it right.

And to fit the mood:

FFMoPE: The Fashion Blog Edition #1: Sequins and shoes

2009-11-18T12:30:04Z

Having googled "fashion blog first post", I no longer feel the need to type up a pseudo-witty introduction that would, in perfectly good taste, make a bit of fun of all the dashing fashion bloggers out there. They seem to do it quite well themselves.

Thus, I'll just get straight to the point. You know who I am and what I think about fashion anyway.

Sequins are awesome. Or were, about a year or three ago, when I was quite ready to give up my left arm for a fabulously tacky piece sequin-splattered clothing.

I used to think Imogen Heap was a man. I also thought her shirt was awesome. This was back in 2005.
I was obviously ahead of my time. Except with the Heap being a man -thing.

Now? I'm pretty sure they make woolly socks with sequins on them. Possibly even long johns. (No, wait, they're called leggigns these days and of course they're glittery. Duh.) Everything is glittery. People look like Cullens in broad daylight. AND THEY THINK IT'S OK.

WHAT IS THIS SHIT.

Yes, I'm bitter. All those glimmery, tacky, hideous things call out to me every single time I pass a clothing store. Especially the shoes. I probably shoud buy a few pairs and keep them hidden until this sequin-mania passes and I'll once again look like a complete wanker if I cover myself in glittery stuff. Like I should.

And no, of course I can't indulge myself in the world of glittery clothes now that everyone else does. That would be. like, totally not cool and un-special.

This is a view from any given clothing store at the moment.
(Or possibly a detail of my intergalactic-Elvis-jacket, who knows.)

I have a theory about how the business cycle (look at me being all smart and stuff) affects the way people dress. In the late 80s's/early 90's everything was all happy colours and glimmering details, as if to make the poor pennyless people forget just how poor and pennyless they were. Just as now. Although I'm a bit dubious as to how much the recession really affects ordinary people.

When things are good, financially, people dress accordingly. No over-the-top colours, no sequins (unless it's party-time!), no huge-ass heels with diamonds on them. Just sleek and stylish. There's no need to pretend as though we're rich and can affored to buy THINGS THAT ARE GLITTERY.

This still doesn't explain the empire-waistline or the hideous limp tricot -fabric that everything is made of. Oh well, I suppose some of the oddities of the ~*fashion world*~ can never be explained.

... I have no idea how I got sidetracked like this. I'm passionate about my sequins, dammit. And why do I find it incredibly unsurprising that my talk of fashion suddenly turned into a talk of Other Important Things.

In conclusion: sequins and glitter are like pvc and leather - either you are an idiot and think you look good wearing them, or you are awesome and aware of just how ridiculous you look. (Or you're one of the 10 people in the entire world who can dress up as a gigantic sequin-covered toaster and still look dashing. Or performing in the Eurovision song contest. Or in a Bollowood-movie.)

I'll leave you with this.

FFMoPE: The Comic Blog Edition #1

2009-11-17T14:20:11Z

[I used to draw all the time, back in the day. For many years. I even went to art school.
But I was never really all that artistic and all I did was draw pretty pictures.]

[YEAR 2002
"In my work I wanted to portray the cyclic function of the human mind and how nothing is ever completely simple.
My choise of colour portrays life blah blah blah." (Art school -comrade)
"I dunno lol it's a flower!" (Elina, age 15)]

[So, really, I did all of mankind a favour and stopped drawing.
I'm no a quitter. I just do my best to make the world a better place.]

---

[Apparently I just drew myself mirrored. No, I don't spend way too much time staring into a mirror. Never.
(The tropical plant was on the wrong side)
I also look like a 14-year-old geek boy. Maybe I should try my old style of drawing.

[---]

[... No.
(What's worst is that the creature above would probably have been a "boy", back in the times of the old.)

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[(HOME 5) "Like, totally! And Bella has a baby girl!"
"No way!"]

[(SALVATION 5) "Like yeah! And she's called Reneesmee like their moms!"
"That's so kyoot!"]

[(SAFETY 5) "And they get married!"
"Oh no!"
... No.]

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(Drawn on a bus, on my way home last night. Drunk. Prettiest thing I've ever drawn.)

[I went out to have dinner with Mert!]

[We also had ice cream.]

[... And ended up in Mama.]

Not all that sure if I can be arsed to draw more (I actually did three more but you really don't want to see them) so this is likely to be the first and last of my artsy fartsy -entries. Now, what next: food, fashion or photos? Or perhaps something completely different?

I also did manage to drag my ass to school today. I'm so very awesome. And hungry. Life is fascinating. And I love the acronym FFMoPe.

fokushii @ 2009-11-17T01:25:00

2009-11-16T23:21:52Z

So. I was supposed to start the whole "public posts" -thing today/yesterday/whatever but then something called "dinner & drunk" happened and I'm now a tad bit tipsy and so not going to scan anything at this hour. Even though I know The Flatmate is still up or at least hasn't turned the lights off and probably wouldn't be bothered by my drunken scanning.

So yeah.

You'll get fugly drawings tomorrow. Today. Whatever. After twelve hours of sleep. If I manage to get myself to school tomorrow, I'll be oh so very proud of myself. Most likely not. Not the "proud"-part but the "getting myself to school" -part.

Free drinks are bad. But also good. Damn.

What's this? A public post? Oh my!

2009-11-14T08:29:49Z

So! As the mighty world of LJ seems to be dying a slow Facebook/Twitter/Whathaveyou -related death, I have decided to spice things up a bit. At least here in my journal, which, really, isn't going to change anything or interest anyone but at least I'll have fun. Also, I need to write English more than I do now. It's ridiculous how my skillz0rs have gone to shit.

Thus I welcome you to

fokushii's
Fantabulous Month of 101 % Public Entries!

What this means is that I'll, for a whopping month, write nothing but public entries (I can already feel all my "school/life/work sucks and I'm hungry" -whineage slowly moving towards facebook). But! They shall not be my typical "I ate bread. Life is fascinating." -type of entries, oh no.

Because I know I'll never be bothered to keep up more blogs than one and because there are so many types of blogs I'd like to have, I'll be posting my entries here in some stereotypical-blogger-type-of-way.

For example:

* Fashion blog
(because oh god no, I'm such a fashion icon and my style will definitely inspire kids all over the world!)

* Comic blog
(see previous, add the fact that I can't draw crap = fun times)

* Photo blog
(see previous, replace "draw" with "photograph")

* What I ate today and how said food was made -blog
(see all previous, you get the point)

* Someting else, what? Feel free to throw suggestions.
(I'm so tempted to try "my life is a long lonely road in the midst of a dying forest that represents the dark and miserable place that is the world and I might wish to go read Twilight now but before that I'll post some angry lyrics here oh woe" -type of stuff. Just might.)

So yes, all this fantastic stuff will begin on Monday. I'll probably do a certain type of entries for a few days at a time (ie. fashion for a week, comics for as long as I can possibly draw them, which is likely to be two days, etc.) so stay tuned! I know you all care and are super excited!

Cleaning results in selling aka. A Magical Sales Post (in Finnish)

2009-10-04T15:24:50Z

Hyllyni ovat tulvillansa ylimääräisiä niteitä. Ostakaa ne pois. (Ja on siellä seassa ehkä pari muutakin asiaa.)

"Vieraskielisten kirjojen lukeminen kehittää kielitaitoa jopa 49,8 %!"
(Ei perustu validiin tutkimustietoon, mutta on pääteltävissä maalaisjärjellä!)

Kaikki painotuotteet suomeksi, ellei toisin mainita.

Koodikielen avain:
GER = saksaksi
ENG = englanniksi
JPN = japaniksi
SWE = ruotsiksi

Toimitus postitse tai naamatusten, postikuluja ympäripyöreästi 1,50 €/tuote.

KIRJOJA

Annie Proloux: Brokeback Mountain GER (pokkari)
3€

Sujata Massey: Rei Shimura ja tappava manga
5€

Haruki Murakami: After Dark ENG (pokkari)
3€

Kate Mosse: Labyrintti
5€

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UPEAA LÄNSIMAISTA SARJAKUVAA

Terry Moore: Muukalaisia paratiisissa
7€

Tiitu Takala: Kehä
5€

Pauli Kallio & Kati Kovács: Väritetyt unet
5€

Terhi Ekebom: Honeymoon Island
7€

Johanna Rojola: Täti jaksaa heilua
7€

Tommi Musturi: Ensimmäinen toivon kirja
5€

Amanda Vähämäki: Pullapelto
7€

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J-ROCKIA

Miyavi - Itoshii hito (single + DVD)
10€

Miyavi - Señor Señora Señorita (speshul edition single + DVD + kastanjetit)
20€

---

PELEJÄ

Command & Conquer: Red Alert (PC)
3€

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JAPANI-INTRESSIT

Tapani Jussila: Tokio Passi
15€

Cosplay: Catgirls & other critters
15€

Japani - Pienoishakuteos Japanista (tätä ei voi ostaa mistään!)
15€

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MANGAA

Manga Mania vol. 1 & 3 SWE
2€ ja saat molemmat

*
Saiyuki vol. 1 & 2 ENG
Samurai Champloo vol. 1 ENG
Yonen Buzz vol. 1-3 ENG
~~The Sword of Shibito vol. 1 ENG~~
Nana vol. 1-3 ENG
Paradise Kiss vol. 1 & 2 ENG

5€/kirja, 9€/kaksi kirjaa, 10€/kolme kirjaa, muista paljousalennuksista neuvotellaan

*
3 x 3 Augen vol. 29 GER
Kaine & Boys Next Door GER
Fruits Basket vol. 4 GER

2€/kirja

*
Teiniagentti Luna vol. 1 FIN
Salapoliisi Conan vol. 32 FIN
Oh! My Goddess vol. 1 FIN
Hokuto Manga vol. 2 FIN

2€/kirja

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JAPANPOP- JA ANIME-LEHTIÄ

Anime-lehdet, 1€/kpl
2008 nro 28-32
2009 nro 33-37

JapanPop-lehdet, 1€/kpl
2008 3, 6-8
2009 1-4, 6

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IMAGE-LEHTIÄ, 1,50e/kpl

2008 nro 7 & 9
2009 nro 2-8 (nro 6-7 on tuplanumero)

Well excuse me for being a mere mortal!

2009-09-11T14:08:53Z

Another Duo Maxwell -photoshoot in June 2009

fokushii as Duo

All photos by teikku

And, yet again, aww-some/corny Duo-quotes as Themselves

"Don't you just admire my ability?"

"I wonder what real peace is."

"I might run and hide, but I never tell a lie."

"I know this may sound corny, but you've gotta trust me."

"If we weren't idiots, we wouldn't be soldiers."

"I'll be the God of Death once more! But right now, I need to chill."

"But Mommy told me real men never scream out loud." / "GERONIMOOOO!!!"

(As a completely un-related note: I survived my first-ever press conference and now feel like the greatest goddamn journalist in the entire world. Which is not true, but it feels good anyway. :D)

Only those who have signed the contract can enter this place

2009-09-09T14:08:07Z

Persona 3/Velvet Room -photoshoot in June 2009

Starring
sanri as Elizabeth
fokushii as Igor

All photos by teikku

"Welcome to the Velvet Room~."

The cryptic old fart who knows where you live and likes to watch you sleep.

And the cheerful secretary/assistant/fantasy-fodder-for-fanboys.

As you might imagine, it's all fun and giggles working for/with Igor! Such a gent, he is!

"... He's right behind me, isn't he?"

"... I'll just ignore him and maybe he'll go away. Eventually. Maybe."

DOGS-photoshoot Part 3: The What the Blue Fuck

2009-08-16T12:09:51Z

DOGS (Badou & Heine) -photoshoot Part 3
The What the Blue Fuck

Starring
shudelmir as ~~Ms.~~ Mr. Badou Nails
fokushii as Sir Heine Rammsteiner

All photos by the awesome Tripod-chan!
Mad Photoshop-skillz by the two of us

Save the Last Dance

Birdwatching.

Chill.

<3

+

We were discussing the unfortunate DOGS OVA and how ~*wonderful*~ it'd be if they actually made a full-length anime-series. And all the beautiful filler-episodes. With the fantabulous plot-twists. And, you know, there was a camera. And a tripod.

Please forgive us.

The Mindswap (or "When Heine's Alcohol Tolerance Died")

The Someone Needs to Dress Up in Naoto's Clothes for No Apparent Reason

The Unnecessary Sappy Fanservice. (Dedicated to nuudeli.)

Part Two.

Aaaand The Heine Mysteriously Turns into a Mere Mortal (with added Unnecessary Fanservice).

No, we have no excuses.

Bring the Bling

2009-07-24T09:57:02Z

Kitto OK!

2009-04-23T19:08:59Z

A Spontaneous Duo Maxwell -photoshoot
which may or may not have confuzzeled our neighbours
as most of it took place on the roof of our building

fokushii as Duo & the photographer
twinkieduck's Death Scythe as Death Scythe
Fantabulous Duo's character song -lyrics as themselves

It's so all right!

Maybe too right!

Over 9000 hours on Photoshop!

It's gonna be OK!

Wild Wing Boy!