I think I may be in love.

On my way back home from gaming, I sauntered through the railway station to pass time while waiting for the next bus (grrr at Sunday schedules). not really having anything specific in mind. It's too difficult to try and explain the structure of the station in English, but as I arrived on the underground landing where there are shops, a grocery store and such, I heard someone sing. Street players are not that uncommon a sight, but this one was special. I wandered aimlessly for a couple of minutes, then settled to stand against a pillar, listening and singing along. The player was a young man about my age, perhaps some years older, and a rather cute one at that, with the most amazing voice. I overheard him say to someone that he's sung gospel all his life - well, you could hear that, because he was damn good.
As time passed as it has a habit of doing, I got moving, gave him a few coins and told him what I thought: that he has a fabulous voice. Upon hearing this, he thanked me, saying that his throat was getting to be a bit sore, though. This gave me an idea.
I almost didn't obey the impulse and walked away, but then I figured I had enough time before the bus arrived, turned around, went to the store and bought him a bottle of water.
I felt a tad silly doing that, but the gesture was obviously appreciated, and it felt good.

And it's just... The performance was one of those that pull at your soul, making you feel something akin to love for that person, making you feel so good it almost hurts. What can I say, I love musicians, and I love it if they can make me feel that way.

I hope I get to hear him again, sometime.

Gods, I'm tired.

Just got back from watching 'The Holiday' - an awesome movie, by the way - and walking the dog. Yeah, I'm at my sister's again. I'm staying at her apartment for the weekend, because I have stuff to do and places to be in town for the whole three days to come. First off, there's work tomorrow. Then I'm going to the annual Youth Philosophy Event, which lasts for three days. From there I'm going to go see another movie - 'Pan's Labyrinth' - and then come back here. On Saturday and Sunday I'll be going back and forth between the philosophy event and LG games.

Oh, and I won't be eating much this weekend, since there are only 16 euros in my wallet. :P

I just had a marvellous idea that might solve the travelling problem. If I get another job this winter/spring, and thus more monies, I'll up and take on an interrail trip during the summer - it's cheaper than flying, and I get to see a bunch of countries.

Anyone want me to visit them? -> Lami on the Road :P

I have no idea how I could forget, especially since I had it in my mind some days ago. Yesterday was the anniversary of my meeting with [nekorin], my dear, beloved big sister. I initially came to know her in a chatroom, but as we discovered we lived in the same town, we thought that meeting in real life would be nice. We met in the small-ish café of Hyvinkää's railway station on the 8th of January, 2002 - and from there began a friendship that I hope will yet last for a very long time to come. She has been an anchor, a last straw, she has saved me. I love her, and can only hope that her own wounds will heal soon. I love her, and even though I sometimes feel I don't appreciate her existence in my life enough, she has had such a big role in it that I could never forget. Sister, this year's songs are for you.

On another note...

Bweeeeeeeee! I'm so proud of Jukka. A publisher has asked him to write an encyclopaedia about roleplaying games after observing his posts on numerous forums and such. *bounce* My boy. <3

Tired. Irate. Too much stuff to do and too little time to do it. Wahhh.

<insert whiny rant of how work eats all my time and energy>

It's so hard to adapt to an actual rhythm after not doing anything but sitting at home for so many months. <_<;;;

I'm at my sister's, dogsitting while she's at the wedding of a friend of hers. I'm supposed to cook something for myself and Roosa (the dog), but I have just made a terrible, horrible, earth quaking discovery - there's no garlic! ;_;

... this is a disaster. There's no soy, either, and the blackpeppers are whole, and I don't know what I'm supposed to use to crush them. There's only whitepepper and paprica. Gaaaaah.

Allergies suck. *twitch* *digs eye out with spoon*

The Prestige (http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0482571/) is made of teh awesome. 100% pure. Go see it. It just rocks my socks. You'll be like o_O :O xD :D :3 and various other expressions. Just go see the damn thing, it's brilliant. Gweeehehehe.

This is incredibly selfish and cowardly of me, I know-- but if facing real life means getting separated from my most important people by distance, then I don't want to.
Yah, I'm a bit too dependant.

One of the most annoying things in this world: having a part of a song playing in your head, desperately wanting to know what it is, but googling does not yield a satisfactory result with the keywords you can give it. Argh!

"Until the sun(?) comes crashing down, (something something), that's how long I'll wait for you, that's how long I'll wait for you..."

I have found Pandora. Or, well, not found, because I heard about it ages ago, but only yesterday did I go there, and today begin to explore. It's awesome. Never mind that I don't live in the U.S. :P
It's my saviour during work, because I can't do anything without music. Winamp refuses to function, and listening to the same CDs starts to taste like wood after a while - so, yay for Pandora!
Now if I could only get my own computer fixed or renewed so that I could listen to and watch stuff on it...

Happy new year. :3
To everyone, but especially to the speshul people. ^_^ You know who you are, hopefully. *glompifies*

'Tis my eye, after going to an eye doctor... <_< The picture is a couple of months old, but that's what my eyes looked like today as well. *went to an eye clinic* There ish something funny in meh eyes, they say, at least in the right one.

Apparently, there was a story about the accident yesterday in today's newspaper. The person had tried to cross the road while there was a red light, had been hit by a car, and died.
I wish they would have lived, whoever they were. But I kind of knew that they would die when I saw them on the roadside. Something just told me that.
I wonder how it must feel for the driver of the car, or the family of the person who got hit. It must be awful. I have a feeling I shouldn't feel so detached about this, that even if it was a total stranger, it should have a greater impact on me. I don't know.
That was the closest I've ever been to Death, because I've only been in funerals before, and by the time those take place, Death has long since departed with the soul.
I wish s/he has a good life next time around.

Someone was lying on the side of the road. Face down, unmoving, in a position that was just a little unnatural. Girl, boy, I didn't know. Hardly mattered at that point, I thought. There were two or more people standing near, and a car with a broken windshied had been stopped right next to the body. I remembered a commercial I'd seen in the summer, where a little girl's injuries are reversed and she wakes up in the middle of the road with a little gasp. They were advertising tyres. I think. I felt vaguely silly for making that association in a situation as serious as this, but I guess that's the human mind for you.
We drove past the scene, but the image remains.


Unfortunately, this was a true event.

This is what we do on an extended break during work. Horrible doodles on Paint. I could have slept, but no, I chose to draw instead...

I had a nice little mini-sized identity crisis this morning. It was short-lived, but staggeringly strong.
See, we look exactly alike, my mother and I, all the way down to the hairy mole on the cheek. I think she has it on the right side whereas I have it on the left side, but it's still there. We have a similar bodybuild: short and curvy. So when she borrowed my pants, one of my favourite ones may I add, I was kind of uncomfortable seeing just how same we look. It doesn't help that we both currently have short hairstyles. Well, she got hers cut really short, like a hedgehog, and I'm letting mine grow, but still...
It bugs me. This morning I told her to hurry up with getting herself new pants and returning mine, because they are Mine, but I only figured out why I was so upset about it when I was walking to the bus (well, aside from the perpetual 'tired -> cranky and overly sensitive' mode I have going).

Delayed rebellious stage? :P
I don't know. I guess I just felt that my individuality was in danger. I know that trying too hard to be individual just makes you look like one of the masses, but I want something to separate me from my mother. I guess it's partly accountable to the fact that all my life, I've heard how we look like twins or something, how it's so clear that we're related. Know the other, you recognise the other instantly. Of course there's the age factor, but bleh.

I think all of this is just me being silly again.

Damn Seagulls rocks my socks. I can't wait for the gig in February. Uwaahh! <3
Seriously, along with Queen, they are teh best EVAR.

And yes, this is me fangirling. :3