The saga continues

You know the story and I have few pictures to add.

NYE saga continues.

Coca, Fanta, Sprite. Fanta, Sprite eji olje:

Trying to write something witty but those two mountains are blocking my everything:

As you see two of our bibles:

Just to be one of those look-at-my-bloody-outfit blogs:

Sovetskoje makes me work:

Just to be one of those look-at-my-earrings-blog:

Welcome to the Old Blue Last:

Soon it became like this:

Cheeeeees:

XXX adult movie spam:

Who?

What:

With my biggest hero, Posh Spice:

When?:

Why?:

Wowwwww!:

Too much. Too high.

You drink. You die:

I stole glasses from a hipster and he was really pissed:

Then came this other girl and I laughed. Baaaah!

Hands up who is meaning to eat more salads:

Crying because I have all these boys but I don't have THE boy:

#error#:

You can run, but you can't hide. The last sip of alcohol is mine!:

HAPPY NEW BLOODY YEAR:

the end

The Queen Bee's New Year

About 7pm we sat on a train to London that marks the beginning of it all. Me and Laura had bought early-bird tickets to Old Blue's NYE party but Piret was without. So we ran from Victoria to Liverpool street. We arrived there just in time for the Russian New Year (madness). After several attempts of finding a hole in the fall; being terribly late; buying Coca Light instead of regular; realizing after standing on the platform for a while that Hammersmith and City line is out of order - after all that, I had a very bad feeling about it all. Estonian New Year we spent underground. We ran, ran, ran. Arriving to Laura's place seemed to be the happiest moment in the evening. Maybe our luck was about to turn. "What starts bad, ends good". Yes? Quick drinks and off we went. We ran, ran, ran. Pariah went on 11pm (Happy New Year! Gott nytt år, Sverige!) and to miss that would have been silly. On the way we enjoyed Laura's surprise: original Sovetskoje Igriskoje! When I saw it I started crying. MINU KODUMAA! Then we arrived to NYE disco. Pariah was on. After him Girl Unit. Vau-vau-viii-vau - I must say. Actually I missed New Year and everything that comes with it, fireworks and shit. Even when my blood circulation was running on pure alcohol I was so sad that my Mister was so far away with my New Years kiss. I couldn't bear to see everyone licking each other so I stayed in and danced the pain away. Afterwards I had the opportunity to talk with Pariah and say "Good job!". Everything from R&S is pure gold and I listen it with my hEARt. Actually I said something like this to him: "We (me and Laura) represent the Pariah Fan Club in Sweden. You are good, but you will never beat Abba" and Laura added "When I heard you preform for the first time I came twice". Of course he thought that we were just those too-much-too-high girls. Actually it felt like I was six again and somehow I met Spice Girls. Pariah played Pearson Sounds. Uuuuush! Like you understand I talk about Laura and me all the time. Where was Piret??? We truly didn't know, but I have to say I think I fell in love with her. WHAT A GIRL! So much to say. My memory has failed me. I do know that my Mister was really worried (puss och kram). 8pm I manage to arrive at home (alone! great success) . All pictures are in another camera and we don't have USB cable, so the saga continues.

Kaur, Kaur tule koju.

Even in the middle of London I had not lost my ability to open Sovetskoje with grace, bang and no spilling :

My New Years resolution is to have more fun!:

Me and the famous photographer (USB come to mama) a.k.a. Edie and Andy:

More fun than should be allowed:

See, I am HOPELESS with names, faces and people. Boy X:

"You know there's a car that runs on water. ON WATER, man!" and everybody came to see the person who was talking about it:

The Powerpuff Girls:

Yes, this is backstage:

Still. Happy 2010!:

Never ending nights and miserable mornings. LOVE

Silent night

Every day is not high-fashion-photo-shoot day. Before Old Blue's NYE party we took the time off and enjoyed spring weather.

There should be an island. Fog is fun:

Piret has ornithophobia:

Instead of lunch breaks they have tea pauses here:

If this is how Rochester looks like at ordinary night then what happens with fireworks?:

We come in peace and mulled wine:

Gawdon Bennet! Happy new year! Hope ter see yew in next year. Mkaaaay?

love

Be my guest

The Circus World Tour took Ms.Piret to Rochester and I am no longer alone. She came from Iceland and is heading to Germany. Truly I am happy that she is here.

Why take pictures from food? Eat it. (please stop I-made-sushi-today-and-nom-nom campaign)
This time I made an exception to prove my Mister that I am eating again:

Evidence A: The Backpacker has arrived (no joke):

Oestrogen took over and we had a proper girl's night:

Goodbye timer and hello living-breathing models:

Beware! If you cross my doorstep I will shoot you with my camera:

She said that she's no good and can't pose. Relax and just do it:

Our farewell to Eesti Kroon. We cried:

Beware! I adore long dark hair. If you have it then you are more that welcome to visit my home:

Life has its ups and downs.
Photographer. Totally busted:

What?:

Oy Lord, would you buy me a pair of bigger boobs:

B-Irdy on the second floor as you see:

The Most Sensual Body Part Ever: back

Zara or H&M who cares! Baaaaaah glorious clothes!:

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This animal came between me and ketchup:

Boyfriend style. Wear it with pride:

Mr.Muscle:

This morning a pot of boiling water fell on my feet and I have serious burns. No worries. Instead of crying I feel fabulous (as you see)

Goodbye Earth

It is not easy to stay away from drugs in the UK:

This is so dumb that there is no words to describe it. I started to draw again, because universities want to take a look at my portfolio that does not exist:

The art of wasting time:

Hating flowers right now:

Lately I have not eaten much: