Gifts and trophies!

The last days I've been savouring the treats my parents brought me from Finland (and Sweden, actually - they're so scandinavian). They really pampered me this time, I got like 8 blocks of Fazer's purple chocolate (with raisins and nuts) and OOPS I totally forgot that Rene hates raisins, so more for me! :)))) hahah. Visitors like that are always welcome. ;) I'll post some pics of what we did later.



I was extremely honoured to get my first blog-challenge from Maria! Thanks, that was cute! (I in fact hate chain-letters, but I'm not expecting much of it, since nobody really knows my existence yet! So I will pass it forward, although it's somewhat tacky. I'm still extremely honoured! :))

Looks more like a knitting-blog logo than a trophy. *giggling*. But I should not look in the gift-horses mouth, right :)

The rules are:
1. Thank the person who gave you the award (OMG really??? That's genuine. You need to ask this in the rules? These are the kind of things that suck in chain letters, so for the record, the ones I pass this on to, you don't need to thank me just because I said so!).
2. Copy the logo and paste to your blog. (- Check.)
3. Link to the person who gave you the award. (- Check.)
4. Name seven things about yourself that no one would really know. (- Coming up.)
5. Nominate seven "Kreativ" Bloggers. (- Let's see... I'll nominate My milk toof, burp, Fashion Chalet, 30 Doradus, More to love, Laura de Lille, and Dancing through life. The first 4 are in English, the others in Finnish. But I recommend to check them all out for cute pics.)
6. Post links to the seven blogs. (- Done.)
7. Leave a comment on each blog so they know you nominated them. (- Will do.)

Really, who has time for this? Well, I'm still so smitten, that I got an acknowledgement, and it makes me feel like part of a community in a way. :) So, forgive me this nonsense. (Check out also an older post of mine where I confess my hatred to chainletters.)

Seven things you may not know about me yet:
1. I can't live without real butter.
2. I could trade working for being a house wife (even with no kids) and just cook delicious things all day. I'm not sure I'll ever have kids though, 'cos I also like my gipsy-lifestyle. So I'd gladly just feed the meals to my sisters kids.
3. I wish there was a way to combine living in the best city in the world (guess which?) and the best country (guess again) at the same time. It pains me, that all my friends live in different countries, although it's so cool to have friends everywhere you go.
4. I don't mind being poor.
5. I wish I had the chance to travel more though.
6. I sometimes wish I knew the answers.

from Lita Ford to Aileen Wuornos in one night

The essence of being idle
I'm sick and cranky and totally out of everything that's happening in the world. I've only been looking like Aileen Wuornos, slacking off like K-Fed, watching Weeds, Dexter, Californication and the Office, and loving it. I've been gathering my strength, getting inspired.

I know I couldn't go on like this forever, lying in bed watching tv, eating apples and breath mints. I'm already getting sore from all the lying down. But god, was it boring to be sick when I was a kid, when there were only 4 tv-channels and no internet! There was no free tv online, I had to watch reruns of Saved By The Bell and quiz shows all day. And I had especially bad immunity, so I was sick like every month. To a kid, being off school could have been so much cooler. These days its so easy to be sick with all this passive activity around to keep yourself entertained.

Here's how it all started, after a night playing a virtual rocker, and going out. When you go out too much, you can catch a cold.

Cuban dinner
We started off in Varadero, on Vorbergstrasse 11, Schöneberg, where they serve the best Latin American food I've been able to find in Europe and authentic Cuban Mojitos. It's small and cosy, customers have filled the walls with tags, and the personnel is cute and salute you in Spanish. I especially recommend the fish, Nachos con queso, or Tamal. All dishes are generous and delicious, we're even concidering flying the chef to Finland for our wedding next year. :) If you wanna try out a cuban night in Schöneberg, you can get to Varadero with the U7 (stop: Eisenacherstrasse).

Laundry of my first part of the day: shirt Motivi, top JC, leggins Ginatricot, necklace Youth vs. Future, bracelets from the Marina in Lahti, Finland (oh shit, I can't remember the maker, I've lost the card!).

This is the closest I've gotten to my Mexican mother-in-law's tamales (the big corn-loaf) and pollo con mole (chicken in gravy). Please don't behead me as a total racist prick, but Cuban reminds me alot of Mexican food, and I love it all.

Band-practice-theme party with Guitar Hero

We had leather, lace, plastic instruments and a bit too much fun.

I was going for 'Courtney Love' but as usual I turned out as something like 'Lita Ford'. I'm not sure that's a bad thing, though. I seemed to have some really rosy image of Courtney from 20 years ago, when she was just grunge and not yet totally gross. Now all of her pictures I googled were so gross I don't wanna put them here. I did feel like her when I woke up the next morning.

Lita is hot.

Ina (left) was not informed of the dresscode, (oops), so to keep her from being all Bridget Jones, we gathered her a little Axl Rose-inspired outfit.

Blues brothers.

Rene with his groupies.

We had the supplies: wine from Chile (I mean Lidl), refreshments, Guitar Hero, and a head.

On the way to White Trash we saw our own model-boy posing for Converse on Rosa Luxenbour-Platz! Recognize him?

We're so proud!

In White Trash:

It was dark and grainy, and I mostly stayed out of the conversation, thinking I will get more out of it if I take pictures. It's true since I really can't remember much.

Laundry of my latter part of the night: the pink dress I bought for a neon party from Ginatricot; lace top from Motivi; ribbon from Ina's birthday present attached with a pin; necklaces Six and H&M; earrings from the time my sis and I loved Madonna; bracelet combination from Motivi, my sisters old 90's accessories, and fleamarket in Boxhagenerplatz.

The beauty of the morning after:

Speaking with tongues

Waaah, I've been laughing my eyes out trying out my new Google Translator on the blog. I tried Finnish, Spanish, German and Swedish already, and it just doesn't ever make any sense.

Especially with Finnish it's pretty funny, because most English words have so many different meanings and expressions in Finnish, that it gets extremely confusing. For example the word call is 'to make a phone call', but also 'to refer to a person with a name', 'to yell out' or 'a phone call'. In Finnish those grasps have 4 different words (soittaa, kutsua, huutaa and puhelu), and apparently Google chooses the first meaning. So it gets pretty weird.

Also in Finnish you have lots of different conjugations and endings (because we use no articles or prepositions really, so instead we bend the end of the word) and in the translator they are of course usually in the infinitive form. It sounds like my old Russian colleague speaking Finnish. Basically my profile in Finnish sounds like: "You are happy here. I am in Finland, and Love lives in Berlin with some (crazy) France-Mexico (dudes)." Yeah, that IS, in fact, what I was trying to say. :) Also the part about the rat's ass is pretty gruesome. You just cannot translate some things into Finnish, because they become way uglier than they are.

Here are some of my favorite picks of the translations. Read even the ones you don't understand, neither do I. And you most likely wont learn anything. In between I'll show you some pretty images from the last summer day in Berlin.


My favorite Finnish clip (from my profile)


"Onnellinen olet täällä. Minä olen Suomessa, ja rakkaus asuu Berliinissä yhdessä joidenkin crazy Ranskan-Meksikon dudes. Tarkkailemaan ja elää elämänsä täydellisesti, joskus tulit rakkaansa allover maailmaa. Vaikka olen visualist, muotisuunnittelija (ja chick) En usko, että annatte rotan perse mitä olen pukeutunut joka päivä. Elämä ei ole aina kaunis. Kun asiat saavat ruma, ne yleensä saada mielenkiintoisia."

Maxi and Schnute, our neighbors, enjoying the last sunny day.

My favorite German clips

"Wenn Sie sich um, begrüßen zu dürfen! Ich werde auch dort serviert Killer-Brötchen. (Yei, bekam ich im Team, 'cos Ich kenne den Besitzer!) Ich werde mit der Planung beginnen, was ich backen werde. Was schlagen Sie vor? Es muss etwas sein, Finnisch, gehen mit dem Thema, und eignen sich auch mit Champagner ...schwierig. Etwas mit Erdbeeren vielleicht?"

"(Mein Geburtstag war im Begriff, ruiniert, weil ich Lady Gaga spielen in meinem Kopf aaaallll der Zeit. Gott, ich hasse ihre Lieder hatte.)"

Beachbar by the Theater at Monbijoupark.

Some confusing clips in Spanish/Finnish
Tiia's comment:
"Laukkuja rakastan Ma! Hey, Kyseessä Koska en las bolsas de asesino, chile jotain ni tee-voittoisia pullia tai jotain semmosia, jotka ei ole sitä Milta näyttää:) Moños con un toque;)"
From the profile:
"Yo soy de Finlandia, y el amor que viven en Berlín, junto con algunos locos vatos mexicanos francesa."

It even translates names like Rachel -> Raquel!
"Esta es Anna. Nuestra hermana realmente fabuloso amiga Lena, quien lookes sorprendentemente mucho a ella y también fue espectacular! So cool a su encuentro y su incorporación a la celebración de b-day:) También cantó Dirty Diana a mí, cuando yo más lo necesitaba. (Mi cumpleaños estaba a punto de ser arruinada porque había Lady Gaga jugando en mi cabeza aaaallll el tiempo. Dios me gusta sus canciones.) Tenemos la amaba y su amiga Raquel, y queremos que todos ellos se mueven en Berlín con Lena, por supuesto. Pleeeease"

Gertrud and Rainer.

These Swedish sentences just made me roll with laughter
"...berätta om din favoritmat eller ring mig dum." ('...tell me your favorite food and gimme a call, stupid.')

Lazy asses stuck in a sun chair.

Just feed your favorite language in the Google Translator box, read some of the older posts, and let me know what happened! Knock yourself out!

Just another Sunday: clubs, cakes, babies and puppies

On Sunday morning at 7:00 Rene called me to wake me up and go for breakfast in the S-Bahn-station. He was coming from a club they'd gone to straight from work. After a Big King XXL and a sausage croissant we went to a club in Jannowitzbrücke. I don't know the name, but it's a place I often walk past and can still hear the bass pumping on Sunday afternoon at 17 o'clock. It was pretty cool, mostly filled with sleeping people.

Inside it was still mignight.

Outside it wasn't.

This guy was escorted out, 'cos he looked like he needed some sleep...

So did Rene...

And this guy...

And look where the first guy had ended up.

They were building a little street festival around our corner. We went to have a sneek peek before going home to sleep. It looked pretty darn cute with the fishermen and -women getting their stands ready for business.

Breakfast eaters.

A few hours later we had slept and were ready to make our way to Mauerpark again to sell buns. Rene was courageous to come along after no real night's sleep. My hero. :) The Finn-count made it all the way to 21 this time (Rene keeps counting how many Finnish people he sees), and to my surprise two of them were my readers. :) Yeii! Moi, you guys!

Going there, we walked again past the the Hafenfest, that appeared to have been pretty rockin' since parts of the sign were falling off.

Little drummer boy in Mauerpark.

Karaoke-guy was not there, which was a major disappointment to all his fans, but sales were actually better than ever. I guess people consoled themselves with food.

In the evening Ina took me to the design market called Summer Pop Shopping in Arena Berlin. There were loads of intresting stuff, among others these KaWeDe-accessories made of tire rubber. You can find them in pushShop.


This was a tired and happy day. Sleep was pretty good afterwards.