I'm not as small as I used to be!

The fact is, when ever you, my friend decide to come and visit me in London. In the UK's capital, which has become so pretty with the spring...all those flowers and birds singing when you can pick it up out of the city sounds..the cars, ambulance alarms and all that..).. Well, what you should know is that I weigh slightly more than I used to. Among my many other dreams and plans, when I came here, was to start going to the gym on regular basis, it didn't really happen, but it is not all about that. I mean, I do still have a plan to start going jogging every morning (or evening), even that, is just a plan 'til today. Yet, this is not the problem. And I wouldn't really call the current condition problem actually. Well, the thing is, there is a tiny baby in my belly and after he or she decides to arrive, until then and a bit after, the plans...all of them, are postponed. Which isn't anything planned, but quite positive surprise  I'd say. :)

So, this summer, there will be another whale on the coast situation... if I do decide to go to the beach, but the next one, there will be a top model mommy with a baby who would make sand cakes and castles and collect jellyfish. :) And then, the rest of the plan will come together as well....or along the way.
So, next Christmas, which is about 7 month from now, there will be new member to our little family, a few month old by that time and I can not wait. I think the first letter to be written to the Santa, I will need to help our little baby with it. And obviously I will know better anyways what he/she needs as a gift...

I called my mom today, it's the Mother's Day in Est today, and that reminded me that next year, I will have that day to celebrate too. Yay. :)

Spring.

Hola, my friends,

Yet again, time flies..

The spring has finally arrived to foggy, cold and rainy London. Around about a month ago it started out with sunny Sundays - what a blessing, I could spend my days reading a book in the Sun on our terrace + we've had a barbecue already (twice). :) And then, there was even few fully sunny days even during the week... Super cool. :) And on one of those sunny mornings, when I opened my eyes and saw sun rays in our bedroom I automatically assumed it was Sunday...and then a half a second later realized with a disappointment that it wasn't quite yet a Sunday  and I did have to go to work that day instead. 

And since it is spring, there is this quite brief period that I would call my favourite. Normally, when people have a favourite season- summer or winter or one of those other ones in between... Me, I do prefer summer to any other season, yet I love winter as well, specially when there is loads of snow and a decent minus degree situation. And the time during the autumn, when the leaves are nice and colourful and when they start falling down and you can run in the dry colourful leaves when they make the whispery sound, just love it. 

But yes, my favourite of all is the very brief period during every spring, no matter where you are. The time where the trees are slightly beginning to get their green colour back, when the birds are back from where ever they have been and when the first sunny days have left the mark in the air - it is warm and cold the same time, smells like mystery is a way...smells like bright future and new opportunities and fresh starts and good times and ...well, I always get this special feeling out of it and that what makes exactly this time of the year to the most special of them all for me. 

Haha...and then! On the afternoon of the day before of Mrs Iron Lady's funeral, it was such a beautiful day. It was soooo sunny and nice and luckily I finished quite early, I decided to do something, but then I realized that I didn't have too many friends here in London to do things with. Funny and sad at the same time, I do like people I work with and I wouldn't mind doing things with them, but they were working that day and I was all alone. The usual crowd I spend my time with, was busy as well... so there I was, fiendless. The plan was, first, to go to find friends. And then, do something fun with them. 

I failed on finding friends, but I still do have time. :) And when it rains, I don't really care about my lack of friends....and it rains a lot...but still, even when it rains, I wish I had few friends here... OR! Even cooler was if all my friends moved into the same building as me, then we could see each other every day and do fun stuff on regular bases. 

xxx

C'est la vie

So, when in Est seems so long ago, even though it has only been a bit more than a month. My Kitty scratches on my hands, that I got from my grandmother's cat (the biggest cat in this universe), have healed, took few weeks, but even this reminder is gone by now. :) 

In the meanwhile. 

* I have been hooked to the best seller from not too long ago - The 50-shades. I have just finished the second book, no more than 15 min ago. I must say, the author started repeating herself a lot. In the beginning, all those sex scenes were so exciting to read, but after a while, it got boring. What kept me reading was the story itself. + some strange words that seemed sort of unneccesary or out of place----and that is not just me, who has English as not her first language, but one of my native English speaking friends agreed with me on that. 

Yes, it has been interesting read. I wont go for the third one, because the second one ended well and that's what I needed to know. 

Since at one point I started skipping the sex descriptions, it reminded me of a conversation I had with a few years older friend of mine back in the high-school times. We had a list of books, classical literature and less classical ones, that we had to read, as compulsory reading. So, I started out with Lev Tolstoi's "War and Peace" and I was complaining to that friend about the book, that it was difficult for me to read it, because it was boring. And she gave me tip- skip the war parts and read just the love story in between the war, because nothing fundamentally important won't happen at the war parts anyway. So that's what I did. If anyone asks, then I have read Lev Tolstoi's "Peace"  and I would recommend it to anyone (not as ...um liberal...as the 50 Shades, but still good read). 

* I got a new haircut or colour- fashion is my passion- the dye dipped hairstyle. I love it, in the beginning it was a bit too orange-y, but By now it has faded off a bit. 

Me and my Fashion hairdo. (Excuse my  chubby face)

* Last week, I met up with Alar, a dude I went to go to high-school with, he lives in London too, so we went to do some catching up on a sunny Sunday with a Monday off, since it was a Easter weekend. Had loads of fun and it was soooooooo nice to see him over that long time. He's been living here for 5 years now and obviously I was the one following him that day. Many firsts - hadn't walked down the Camden canal before, visited a casino for the first time with the goal to put some pounds in there and take some out. AND! The most impressive thing he introduced me to was..........a tiny corner bar in Soho. It was amazing. Everyone was standing up and drinking and there was no space to move, it was super packed with people. I bet you wonder why this was that impressive? Well, that was mostly because there was performing a real life Drag Queen. She was soooooooo good at singing and keeping the audience entertained. She was sooooooooo beautiful and over a very long time, that was surprisingly the place where I found my dose of glamour. Who would have thought. :) She was the first one of a kind I had seen with my own eyes ever. 

Beautiful, uh?

At the Molly Moggs, Soho, London.

* As I learned from my African dinner party night(s), fun things come in pairs. The African dinner party thing was in Paris (I love Paris and miss it still a lot)...so, I had never knowinly eaten african food and then with in one week I had two parties in African style. The same thing happened with my Drag Queen thing - to the first one I went by accident with Alar, I had no clue I would end up at a place like that and be so amazed by it. And then, I had planned a girls night out with some random male strippers (!) and another DQ as the host of the evening.. this lady Queen, she was such a failure compared to Molly Moggs Superstar (Shame, but I have forgotten her name). + the strippers, they were OK I guess, nothing special... We had a fake Hen's night out just like almost any other group of girls did, but I don't think all of them were fake. What blow me away was the way all those girls were dressed at this event's audience. O-M-G! One of the girls I was with she just said: "Welcome to England!"

Obviously I am not a proponent of conservatism in clothing styles (or in anything..) But this was way too much. I couldn't find a word how to describe this, after giving this a thought the word is: VULGAR! (Capitals and bold shrift are there there for a reason). Yes. I don't see how can so many young girls find it beautiful to wear dresses that are 2cm from showing your intimate private parts away (when they have yet not been using the intoxicating liquids), with boobs pushed as high as possible (to the chin) and the décolletage as down as possible. So they were basically everyone wearing the same thing - fitted tight mini dress that showed all your shapes, super high heels and loads and loads and loads of make up.   And all this with no tights because it won't go with the shoes. No coat or jacket, .....of course! 

Amazes me every time. And, some of those girls there, I bet they started out with the make up in the morning, around 6h before they had to leave the house. Massive amount of it they were wearing. 

...And I do follow all those fashion magazines and even the Statorialist, but hey, never noticed that this was going to be the Spring-Summer of 2013: Vulgar. 

Yes, welcome to England, me. 

Other than that there has not been much happening. 

Note to myself - start taking notes on what needs to be told here. 

Love you all. 

xoxo

My cosmopolitan agony: the tube

London is fine. It is, but not in the mornings when you are using the tube. :)

One of those mornings, when I got to work...late. I was complaining to one of my co-workers that it is so annoying in the tube around 8am...everyone is pushing against each other and there is no space and those animals just keep pushing...no manners no nada...and in theory, you stand so close to people you could easily kiss 4 or 5 of them if you wanted...(and if they where your height)... and since it is too crowded you most likely miss few trains and will be late even if you go out of your house in time or even before... so there I was, complaining and complaining... Oh, and then, when someone decides to faint...everyone else is standing on top of each other and waiting for the fainter to get better....uh, annoying. 

And then, my colleague, she said that it is worse when someone decides to kill themselves and jump in font of train when you're on your way to work. 

EST

I went to home, Estonia for a long weekend. To my grandmother's birthday (The crazy 90th), to see my friends and family and rest. And since it was my boyfriends first visit to Est, then I needed to show him a bit of my home country and where I come from.
Thanks to everyone who made our stay so nice. :) Very special thanks to Liisi (breakfast, accommodation and amazing company) and Andres (the ride).

Anyhow. What my French boyfriend learned was that:
        a) Estonia is not really an Eastern European country. I had told him that about 100 times, but is the same if I told him that Alice in Wonderland was filmed in Est and this is what the country is like.
Yeah, what he learned was that Tallinn is no different than London, except for the size, architecture and spoken languages...and that isn't exactly true...They just don't speak that much Estonian here in London. And the variety of cultures appearing on the streets as we speak (I mean. An Asian, a black person, an European and an Indian standing in the same cue to get a coffee or sitting next to each other in public transportation)... In Est, there are not too many black skinned people...I don't know why, maybe it is because it is cold....who knows.
       b) Everything is better during the summertime. I kept taking him to places I loved...and even me, I was a bit disappointed and many times I repeated that this is so cool and this is super nice, but....in the summer...:) Even my family. When they were trying so hard to speak in English and explain him some Estonian customs and recommending places to go and all that... when they suddenly stopped speaking and were looking their words...he had to finish their sentence by saying that "But it's better in summer?" ... :) So yes, when planning a trip to Est, it's better in the summer (April/May to September).
        c) Estonian shot is 4cl not 2cl. Home made beer is tricky. It's easier to find what ever kind of food to Estonian cuisine.
       d) All Estonian women are beautifuuuuuul - apparently it's a myth and it comes down just to me, sorry my Estonian ladies! :D
        e) Public transportation is full of old people and the drivers are super rude.
        f) Saaremaa is the best!

Other than that. Estonia for me was soooooo nice. I loved being home and being able to go to places...my places... and you know what - the first night, after a sunny day, it got a bit freezing and the air there.... it smelled so nice and fresh compared to London's super polluted air. And, it is so cool to know that after a long time away, you are still on a same page with your friends, except for few, but yes, it was as if I saw them the weekend before. :)

Also, as it turned out. My baby sister got married and I am sooooooooo happy for her and my new inlaw...Coolest news during my stay at home. Yet,  I hate to point it out, but she got married before me. :D

Anyhow. The next time in Est will be this summer. I already can't wait to have my cereals with fresh wild strawberries and a morning coffee on our outside tiny garden in Saaremaa, sunbathing the same time... sooooo super nice. Going to pick chantarelles and swimming in Karujärv. Oh, yeah, that's the life....and barbecues and long warm summer nights, walks on a beach and near the castle... If I could I'd fast forward myself into June.... :) But, it's not that far from now...

xoxo

DODGY

Dodgy meaning by http://onlineslangdictionary.com: 

adjective

• suspicious; "shady".

  That deal sounds rather dodgy.

                                                                                                        
  
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  • See more words with the same meaning: suspicious, immoral, illegal.
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• dangerous.

  That's a dodgy part of town.

  • See more words with the same meaning: dangerous.
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• of questionable character, strange.

  I'd stay away from that guy, he looks dodgy.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                     
  
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  • See more words with the same meaning: crazy, insane, weird, strange.
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• of poor quality.

  It's a bit dodgy in the way it's been put together.

  • See more words with the same meaning: bad, poor, sucks, common, generally displeasing.
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The roof, the roof, the roof is on Fire!

Last week, on my way home, it was late and since I live in a dodgy* neighbourhood, I always rather to take a bus home to a 10m walk from the tube station to my door. Anyhow, that night, it was already half past eleven and I jumped on a bus, headphones on, "NY is killing me" on and happily homewards.... But no! The turn that the bus was supposed to take, it didn't take it! So after few stops towards a wrong direction I got my ass down to the driver and asked where he was taking me. As it turned out, there was a some fire somewhere and the road was blocked and bla-bla-bla. 

I got happily dropped off at the other end of my street, from where it is even longer walk...but fine, I couldn't do anything about it at this point. 

When I arrived home it smelled weird inside. Smelled like gas and a bit like some plastic materials had burned....but couldn't really put my finger on what it could have been. I did investigate the house, but no luck. 

Next morning, my dear flatmate says that it was our next door neighbour and the roof next to them... like a outdoor terrace that was on fire. During the daytime, she was home, got evacuated and had to spend about 2h outside. Poor thing. 

Then again. On Fridayyyy. Again, after midnight, on my way home, waited for a bus for 10 minutes. In this case, I could have been home with in this time, but I was tired and I wanted to spare my tiny little feet. 

The bus comes and AGAIN, it doesn't take my turn. I'm upset, getting of the next station to walk home from there and as I am half way home, there is a big accident, 2 cars had crashed, one is almost out of the road and the other one is totally broken and stands across the road, surrounded by many police- and ambulance cars. Yay! Action! Snapped few bad pictures with my shitty phone that doesn't take good shots in the dark and headed home. My feet were killing me (no NY this time). 

And another "fun" bus story. Today, I was already late in the morning, when I got to the bus station, I saw the bus approaching and I thought I was lucky today. :) When I got on the bus, I didn't have enough credit on my Oyster card and the arrogant bus driver...not to say rude....suggested me to leave the bus with a gesture....and this was more than rude. I was shocked. Anything like this would never happen in Paris. Really. I don't know, I normally didn't take it as a big deal, when I didn't catch my bus because I was not waiting for it and had to run and then had the doors almost slamming in my face...fine, maybe it is like that here..different but fine, next time I will try to be a bit earlier..

Yet, today's incident is disturbing. I am now officially against bus drivers in London. They suck! And continuously againts falafels and fake fur. 

*DODGY. I'm not sure what's up with the word, but the English people use it a lot! In terms of integration I have decided to start using it too. So be warned, there will be lots of dodgyness to come. In many levels. 

Good night & don't let the bedbugs bite. 

Love you all, xxx