Espirit's graduation.

Finally we have reached the point where I can share my Mister's graduation pictures. 

A cheerful day of celebrating a massive student loan, hoping the masters degree will be done free of charge at home or together in Sweden . Han måste praktisera sin svenska att köpa köttbullar från IKEA.

On a serious note I am really happy for/with him. 

My sound engineer. 

BSc in Music Technology:

The joys of living in Eastern Europe (actually Northern, but let's not get into THAT discussion)

means that you have to carry three enormous suitcases with you on the graduation day, 

because three years = a lot of shit.  What was I thinking when subscribing to Vogue? 

Arriving to Gillingham, which is a rather unpleasant place to be.

 I remember the first day there in 2010 - I saw like a 12 year old mom at McDonald's screaming at her baby "Eat your dinner!!!":

Ready to go.

We got some strange looks while walking towards the university, our appearance was too peculiar for Gillingham:

That day a very high percent of Estonian population was in Rochester, we left two guys behind in Tallinn to guard the free wifi and the other one was selling alcohol to Finns:

The Kask:

HANDsome:

I guess a rookie artist tried to experiment with verism:

When it's above average summer temperature like +17°C,

 then "MA TAHAN VILU!":

 Done!:

A fellow course mate with his mom. They were also happy that it was over: 

One more time!

Ross from the "Friends", anyone?

The evening consisted of endless waiting.

After receiving the graduation robes and making jokes at ridiculously expensive photograph, we were out of things to do:

"Sorry Mario, but our princess is in another castle":

Thinking about their bright future:

 It was forbidden to take photographs at the ceremony (like, seriously?), but I wish you would have been there to see how female monsters were wearing heels too high and *wobble* wobble* wobble*.

Otherwise it was like the set of a Harry Potter movie, also epic organ player was epic:

Live dangerously and take a photo:

Probably a junior pickpocket is running in the background:

Since Alexis did not have a camera with, then I was their private photographer.

 I am sure I did a better job than the "£15 click":

Hufflepuff meets Gryffindor:

She has been there every graduation. A champion:

He and ze ladies:

 They look like I photoshopped them there, but really he did graduate:

Internationally mothers speak the same language The Momish:

"A kiss?"...

..."a hug?"

Cheerful streets:

The graduation took place in here:

Then we sent away family and friends. 

A pint in need is refreshing indeed:

Picture in a picture in a picture in a picture:

Even when all dressed up justeat.co.uk:

He gets cranky when hungry, but not like those two blokes who came in the next second. They were tripping balls and got angry at the staff not showing them the salad. Basically a fight broke out and sentences like "Black monkeys, go back home!" were said. Surprisingly despite all that we managed to get our pizza. Good service and a proper way to say goodbye to that place. 

Police arrested them in the end.

Before those blokes got arrested, police confused that guy with them. 

He can now say that he got arrested for two minutes on his graduation day:

All roads take to a house party:

Classy at the kitchen:

To be clear she was not at work, she was just freezing:

"DAS IS ZUUUUUUPAAAHHHH!"

We hurried back the next day, since we had to catch a plane to Frankfurt. 

Tired as hell:

Waiting a taxi, not amused

 Goodbye England!:

Something made by him. Estonia in mind

Picnic at Hampstead Heat with a Dj, a stripper and a blogger + tourist mom

I would rather split this post into three, but new film-rolls are waiting and we got no time to waste. Chokeberries are almost ripe, which means the autumn is here. Winter! Panic! Džiižaš! 

On Sunday we went to Hampstead Heat with Ella and Missy to sunbathe 

and talk about serious life matters like anal sex. 

Whatever floats our boats. And let me just say our boats were rocking quite amusingly.

Clapham Junction.

The whole Estonia has as much rail as seen on this picture. 

Ella actually knows how the camera works, not like me who has no clue what those numbers and symbols on my camera-screen are. Therefore I'll direct you once again to her blog

 Somewhatslightlydazed.co.uk

My Mister is using his Jedi Force in order not to look at Missy's bum. 

Her pretty bum has even its own webpage:

I just peed in the nettles, drenched in joy:

"Don't touch my levels" and meow:

Swedish sider - where it should be.

 (paneb rinna rõkkama):

When we are together it's like Wild West. Shooting everywhere:

The one thing I miss the most in London is nature. 

But became almost satisfied that day:

The next day we just went loco with shopping. 

I should make now 'Outfits of the day' pictures like Estonian bloggers do. It just amazes me how proud they are over their Primark shit. Yes, it's cheap. No fuzz.  

We took mom to Monki and Cheap Monday 

(she thought the last one is a store, which has a sale and low-prices on Mondays. 

And it was Monday then):

Phonica Records we trust. 

When other couples write on wedding invitations 

"Gift should fit in an envelope" then ours would say "Gift should fit in a vinyl sleeve." :

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=btPJPFnesV4:

The tummy must be full of jummy, otherwise the city fucks you sideways:

Mandatory: 

He came. I stayed. Although everything else is the same:

Only thinking about Bubbles in Ab Fab

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hh2EWtpHrb0:

Tired of shopping, let's go home:

Modern Tate:

Suits and Ties - they are everywhere:

One occasion I forgot my camera home and only pictures we have are digital. 

Here you are, I present to you in silence Hampton Court:

Arriving to London for the almighty graduation.

Three years ago I had too little talent and nerves to get into Lavakas, the ultimate drama school. After receiving the news I remember walking down from Toompea surprisingly without a single tear. I guess there was no time for crying, I had to come up with a plan B for life, since I did not have a ultimate good idea in the back-drawer with a sign "Open in a case of emergency".  Luckily I was like really really in love that time. I mean seriously. I thought Four Tet "There Is a Love in You" was the story of my life. Oh, the life in 2010.

When he was telling me that he would like to go to university in England, then I was like "Cool, man, whatever." Later on a decision was made in a hurry, even without the necessary thought, because one day like 3AM at Hell Hunt I said "I guess, I have to come with you." At the same time trying to look cool as fuck, but actually I was scared and screaming "MOMMY!" in my head.

 Phew, now we know that in ended well, because it could have gone oh-so-shitty.

A lot of years and numerous moving later, we took a journey to London via Frankfurt in the beginning of July to see him graduating. The first and last school day together, like a bouss!

It was an awesome trip. Compared to our usual choice yellow-blue airline, which has a slogan "You are going to hate it or love it, but we are going to get you there!", then our trip was like flying with Aladin's magic carpet. Yes that "Zuuuupahh!" The most exciting thing now is that I can link my blog once again with Ella's, like good old times. Therefore look at this blogging connection and more cool stories about our trip in London and life in general, I present to you:

somewhatslightlydazed.co.uk

tl;dr - don't worry, I never bothered reading long texts on internet either.

First things must be done first. 

After arriving and putting our suitcase away, we took the bus to Hipstershire to meet up Ella

(ps! send me Whittard, my favourite tea):

The Drunk Girls being united again. 

I still think our song "Shish Kebab" is the most underrated tune there is. 

The mad rad scientist look. 

(Actually let's not forget the Mademoiselle also graduated. Writing for the media like a badass now) 

The next day we took Kaur's mother on a museum trip. 

V&A, Science and Tate Modern - awesomeness for free and also takes swag off from all the museums in Estonia.

I have to build a tower in my garden, so I would get freshly squeezed orange juice for my vodka cocktail.

Family Kask (ps. not related with the diidžei Kazk)

  During our stay heatwave crashed London and it was constantly 30ºC, 

therefore I could not show my sunburned cheek and holding my armpits down to avoid sharing the ecstasy smell:

Paul, old mate of mine:

With the high temperature, these busses turned into Boiler Room, literally:

The mouth is holding itself back from not jumping into delicious food. 

(All the M&S food court in Estonia has is wine, I wonder why...):

If other Londoners buy drugs and vinyls then I just bought prawn cocktail and Buck's Fizz,

 life's good:

South Bank is bubblelicious:

Thanks to tides and the fact that Thames had vaporised I found this place to sit:

 then my camera fell down with a bang and a lot of fixing was in order,

but 'to be continued' 

Last one before London.

Basically I could now write 'Sisters, cake and garden dwarf' and everything would be covered. That's that.

When I come back from Positivus festival, I'll start posting pictures of London. I guess I have talked about it too much, but it really was a big thing, that my boyfriend graduated. Besides he being legally smart now, it marks the end of our long distance relationshit. Feels weird. Very weird. I would like to say 'Toodle-oo!' to Ryanair and long Skype calls, but how could I when Ella, Erik, Laura are still too far away. And now Ian is moving. *cries a little*

Let's end this before it gets really emotional. I'll go now downstairs and make myself 'Woman balance' tea that Charlie gave me as a present. Works like a charm. 

Kuntu Sisters:

My so called mother-in-law had a birthday and I made a cake:

I get full satisfactory of touching my own hands: