Epp's birthday at good old Vene.

Juss and Epp have birthdays real close together, thus visiting Vene street is a must. 

Our little Epp is not that little anymore, the wisdom level in her eyes is growing and growing. 

I found a blog post "Sense it makes none" from year 2009 about Epp

http://wilmacircus.blogspot.com/2009/05/tsuk-tsuk-sopo.html .

Oh, the times behind and times ahead.

(Also I'm super happy that friends from abroad are returning home for Christmas. 

Airport is my favourite place. BRING BACK ALL THE SWEETIES!)

Now back to Epp's birthday. 

Luckily I had like six days off from work, a true festive time.

 Kaur ran home after work and dressed up accordingly. He took flowers and off we went:

"Forehead detectives" was the game of the evening. 

Mildly interesting fact - Virgo came a bit later and Harri wrote "Ken" on his forehead, Virgo without knowing this, wrote the same name in return to Harri's. 

Great minds think alike

She was the star of the evening 

(also she was Eminem, can't you see the resemblance):

Vegetarian food all the way.

After the party, we made tonnes of pomegranate salad at home:

"Cool story, bro" faces:

Casually leaning on a chair and looking scared - usual.

"Mixed emotions":

Harri has truly sensible eyes, therefore I have like two picture where he has eyes open:

The story how Dumbo didn't know who Dumbo was:

Barbie and Epp's dog:

Martin Müürsepp does not approve:

Alles gut!:

When Harri takes a picture, he catches you by surprise:

Kisses and hugs to Epp. 

Nice evening, good food and tonnes of fun.

And let's got to her Yoga lessons!

Enesetapja NO57 + Panso preemia

(Some words are lost in translation, therefore the headline stays in Estonian.

 Cultural background is a bitch.)

Whatever I do in life, theatre stays close to my heart. Four years ago I tried to get into Lavakas - you know how that worked out (I had one job...). Ironically I went to see a play of the graduating course, the one I wanted to be a part of. Now I gladly sit in the audience not on the stage, like really, truly, sincerely.

The play was funny and catching. Also the Panso award was given out, absolutely to the right person. Jörgen Liik was wow-wow-wii-wow.

I cannot wait until next year, when Karl's course will be in the starlight. That means I will be there every time, in the first row. A lot of money will be invested on tickets, flowers and tissues (I will cry like a woman, when next Panso awards are given).

Karl, sa vana parm! - wish to see him more often.

The evening started with a cliché dinner with a boy: 

Again some phone pictures swooped in.

That lady behind me is sooooo fast:

Estonia's Russian theatre is a marble of art.

I'm also pretty:

I have a things for ceilings. 

High! High! High:

We took these two pictures in the same time. 

One with a camera, another one with a phone:

Emme-issi lumehelbeke:

 I was snowing the first day this winter. BELIEVE ME! 

The blackness around me is actually fluffy and nice (the everyday illusion)

Last days of PÖFF (wow culture to the max) 

and there was a cartoon screening:

ALL MY FRIENDS ARE COMING HOME FOR CHRISTMAS!

worthy of caps lock.

http://etv.err.ee/index.php?05593367&video=9829#.Uq2B9UmXW7

Juss' birthday

What can I say - I'm utterly wordless. Not like stunned or anything, but I blog so seldom that it feels weird to write. Before blogging was a normal day activity - you shower, change your socks

 and you blog. 

To raise a rumpus even more, I have to bitch about my camera. Our harmonic relationship has lasted quite long, but every sky has its clouds. Some pictures seem to disappear from the film, I could deal with some picture being completely dark or whatever -  the joy of film-rolls. Although I cannot handle magical disappearances. I need to figure this out.

The long whining has an actual connection to this original "Juss' birthday" blogpost, because 70% of pictures are lost somewhere. They do not even appear on the negatives.

 I'm sad to say this - luckily Instagram is there strong, without failing, thus I added some insta pictures for the first time.

Frustrations should be let out, not hold in. 

Now on a happier note - two weeks ago was Juss' birthday.

 He is now in the age of "has to pay higher fees at the bank", so we all gave him cash (fuck Swedbank) in a self-made metal football:

The star of the night was the quiz "How well do you know Juss?". 

Questions like "What happens with Juss, when he would fall into the Red sea?" were included.

Here people are blaming each other for making mistakes, classic friends:

I gave Juss a moustache, because it was Movember then.

He looks like 40+, with a wife and three kids. He definitely has a Volvo.

And us, girls were sad that we didn't have enough hair on our bodies. 

Damn!:

Epp is pleased and Juss is thinking about her, I guess:

Long live Juss! It was a great night.

Stormy weather in Tallinn.

Let's talk about weather. 

It sucks. 

It's stormy.

No snow.

Just shit. 

Hugo and Maarja

Life's been nice in the meanwhile. I'm totes into festive emotions - it's first advent with first snow. Also despite being 22, I still get surprises into my stockings. WIN!

Sending all my hugs and kissed to you in Liverpool, London, Paris, Stockholm and let's be honest all around the World. Flight tickets is all I ever wish for.

So, now about one evening, when my co-workers and I went to Tops. 

Drinkies. Work Talk. Fun.

The guy on the left works at Trend department:

 Despite being ought to work the next morning at 7AM,

some Russian Cocaines were in order:

Russian Cocaine making ladies pretty since 2013 summer:

Would say that working at Men's department,

there's a true deficit of tits:

"No time for smile.":

Ze ladies:

Desperate World peace (Gertrud looks tannnnnned)

xx

T.V.'s place + St.Martin's day + DVPH live

The night full of joy and a morning of hell thereafter - this should be the alternative headline. 

Since I stayed up until 4.30AM and my workday started at 08.00AM, sadly I promised to help out another store . Stupid. Stupid.Stupid. I felt like killing every customer I saw. 

Now let's go back in time a bit, to where I felt happy.

"Barrrrrranka!":

Playing Alias needs a lot of concentration:

This is not a girl on meth, 

it's just a figure for St-Martin's day:

Fist fight, 

because Alias needs victims:

"Explain so that only your partner understands"

"Remember 7th grade, when we were at Jaagup's place and his garden cart burnt down. What was above it?"

"A cloud!"

"Yes!"

Not a single sense is given, at least there's loads of clinging moments: 

Very artsy or "fail with the filmroll" - not sure:

Põhjamaade Hirm is not that scary:

PM couldn't find the right rhythm or more accurately incoming, 

then Dragon Volta gave him his hand and held it until it was time.

Bloody friendship, not sex, drugs and money:

DVPH held its live at KUKU club, which has regulars from the time it was opened 70 years ago.

They just come there to get wasted (usually cultural people) and don't care about hip-hop.

Nevertheless they are amusing: 

Surprise guest.

(Scratching came back in action from the 80's)

The future is so bright it burns their eyes:

Tyra would say "Learn you angles!":

To kill the stereotypes. 

People are not only poor, but they sleep on money.

AND they do not get robed, even though Harri had his temptations: