<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388550743654460441</id><updated>2011-04-22T07:05:53.586+03:00</updated><category term='panicking'/><category term='rain'/><category term='Delirium'/><category term='concussion'/><category term='english'/><category term='movies'/><category term='yoghurt'/><category term='IB'/><category term='Von Hertzen Brothers'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='cycling'/><category term='fall'/><category term='theater'/><category term='school'/><category term='Cirque du Soleil'/><category term='boots'/><category term='swedish'/><title type='text'>C'est la vie</title><subtitle type='html'>About how my life is dancing on roses... but roses have thorns</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13068477117216929874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>111</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388550743654460441.post-6157099354331861982</id><published>2008-11-20T13:58:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T14:11:34.375+02:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt;3 SNOW! and Epic Fail.</title><content type='html'>Namely, physics. I'm hoping I'll get either 3 or less or then 6 - could be either. Boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my SAT scores a few hours ago. Good thing, too, because otherwise my mood would be even worse. Bio was great, and lit and chem went well too. Goody. Bio rules. Who really cares about higher quantum physics, anyhow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now all I need to care about is finishing the damn essay for common app and send my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Viksu&lt;/span&gt; entry. Oh, and my math, chem and bio exams next week. But really? Who cares? Those are easy sevens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the cutest ankle boots ever. And only 150e, too. I'll buy them next week when I get paid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's snowing! Finally! It was so pretty this morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388550743654460441-6157099354331861982?l=subtleelegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/feeds/6157099354331861982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3388550743654460441&amp;postID=6157099354331861982' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/6157099354331861982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/6157099354331861982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/2008/11/3-snow-and-epic-fail.html' title='&lt;3 SNOW! and Epic Fail.'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13068477117216929874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388550743654460441.post-5688181715100559355</id><published>2008-11-19T12:41:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T13:03:02.259+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IB'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cycling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Von Hertzen Brothers'/><title type='text'>Busy, Busy, Busy</title><content type='html'>Oh dear. I'm beginning to understand why people say that the IB2 year is hard. As in, really hard. Really, really hard. Only 100 gazillion deadlines, lab reports, math portfolios and lord knows what else. Chances are, I've forgotten quite a few things I should've done. Anyhow, the stress on lab reports and stuff is decreasing. I've got less things to do than six weeks ago - yay! Ok, not that I had too much free time now, either, but at least I have some free time. Goody. All I need to care about right now is my Viksu entry and the exam week. Ok, so the exam week isn't too nice now that I have a &lt;em&gt;slight&lt;/em&gt; pressure on getting a 7.0 GPA. It's fully manageable. Kind of. If I get a 7 from physics, it's as good as done. But physics... not fun. Especially when it's the HL physics course on higher quantum and particle physics &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; digital technology. Yay. Then again, If I manage a 7, the few top-notch colleges should love me. Do I have any options? Nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Also, I'm kind of busy with other stuff. As in, cycling. My new training program is kind of hard. But if that means that I beat everyone else (apart from the pros) next year, it's worth it. Maybe. I might even start practising track. Or then not. Probably not. Track has always seemed kind of dumb.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But my dreadful fall full of too much stuff was made a lot better by a random newsletter. I had been really disappointed about my bad luck - one of my favorite bands, Von Hertzen Brothers, has a live tour going on, and the K-18 tour finishes - but of course - &lt;em&gt;one day&lt;/em&gt; before my 18th birthday. Yes, one day. Sucky. Talk about bad timing. But when I read my email a few hours ago I noticed that as the last night of the tour had been sold out so quickly, they had decided to go for one extra night. The day after. As in, on my b-day. Ha. Oh yes, I definately know where I am on my birthday. What fun. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Right now I love my life. Apart from physics HL. But that doesn't count.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388550743654460441-5688181715100559355?l=subtleelegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/feeds/5688181715100559355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3388550743654460441&amp;postID=5688181715100559355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/5688181715100559355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/5688181715100559355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/2008/11/busy-busy-busy.html' title='Busy, Busy, Busy'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13068477117216929874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388550743654460441.post-2734330778004619769</id><published>2008-10-29T21:41:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T13:03:47.461+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Also</title><content type='html'>I wish Barack Obama wins the Presidential Election next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: Barack Obama won. What jolly fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388550743654460441-2734330778004619769?l=subtleelegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/feeds/2734330778004619769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3388550743654460441&amp;postID=2734330778004619769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/2734330778004619769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/2734330778004619769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/2008/10/also.html' title='Also'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13068477117216929874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388550743654460441.post-6313689212892724530</id><published>2008-10-29T20:52:00.009+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T21:45:56.973+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Supernouveau - quantum physics and biochemistry for dummies</title><content type='html'>It all started on my physics lesson. My teacher, a non-native English speaker, asked us what is the plural form of "supernova". The right answer is "supernovas" or "supernovae". So, anyhow some genius shouted "supernouveau" as a joke. That saved my lesson. HL physics is interesting *cough*, especially as the last lesson of the day after a bunch of other &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;interesting&lt;/span&gt; subjects like ToK and Maths. NOT.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm returning to my normal sleeping rhythm now, after turning the clock back and the slight disturbance of the ToK cruise - or, as we say to our teachers&amp;amp;parents, the Theory of Knowledge&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Seminar&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The cruise was great fun, though. Some highlights:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;My high school's debate team won the debate competition. Screw u, SYK team (and especially JK)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tax-free shopping - need I say more? I spent about 100e on makeup, alcoholic beverages and chocolate. I love my new Lancôme lip gloss. And Estonian cranberry vodka.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Our cabin hadn't been properly cleaned. Seriously, I don't want to know what the dodgy-looking substance on my friend's bed was. Not to mention the full trash can or dirty shower curtains. So, we complained to the reception - and got free drink coupons! Complaining is definitely worth it &lt;3&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will never ever go on a cruise in a B-cabin. This was the first and last time ever. Hello-o, it didn't even have a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;blow dryer&lt;/span&gt;, for crying out loud. How sad is that? Or maybe it's just me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Karaoke. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A friend of mine (guy) got totally wasted. We were all like "Whoa". It wasn't something we would have expected from him. It was quite a job getting him back to the cabin. Seriously. It must have taken an hour. And I must say I've never seen anyone crawl that quickly. Maybe drinkind 0.5 bottles of red wine, a beer, 2 gins and about 5 drinks (sex on the beach etc.) actually improves athletic performance. Who'd have guessed?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;On the other hand, I wasn't drunk. I remember every single thing I did on Sunday night and Monday morning. And I didn't suffer from hangover. Then again, I didn't drink that much (a small bottle of champagne, cranberry vodka from Estonia and a Marianne drink). But at least I ate dinner.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I had no clue I was this popular among guys. Seriously. I've never turned down this many guys in one night. *counts with fingers* Haha. But I must say two of them were especially pathetic. Namely, &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1. The guy who had his friend (a girl with rather long and pointed fingernails, which left a nasty cut on my hand) literally drag me to him. Boo. I shoved the girl away, after she explained that her friend wanted to speak to me "in private". Needless to say, I didn't bother. (He was clearly a coward &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; he wasn't even good-looking). I'm a bit picky, I guess.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2. Then the stalker guy. Whoa. I so wanted to kill him, but I'm pretty sure it would have been illegal, even though rather fair in the situation. Die, stalker, die. I hope you fell off the deck. Would serve you right for feeling my ass. Thanks to my "bodyguards" E, E, N, A, M, U and S for helping me out&lt;3.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I ended sleeping 4 hours. 2 hours between 4pm and 6 pm when I was bored and me and my roommates wanted to have more energy for the night (besides, the restaurants &amp;amp; tax free were closed anyhow), and 2 hours on the bus back to Helsinki.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Was great fun&lt;3&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Random notices:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;My Extended Essay and World Lit analysis essay are done. No more jellyfish, A Handmaid's tale or Woman at point zero. Ever. Success!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The TV program was a great success. Love me, Ivy League...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My GPA is now 6.8 on the IB scale. Score.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm taking the SAT II on saturday. Boo. No fun. Although the math 2, bio and chem seemed like a joke. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;More dieting. For the next 4 days. And weeks. And months. (No, I didn't hear any coughing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My dad got invited to Stocka's super buyer night - discount on everything and free buffet. My parents didn't seem too keen on going there, so I'm going instead. Shop-a-holic at your service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Physics HL was cancelled today. Whoa, big news. About every second HL physics lesson is cancelled.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I'm tired. I better go sleep away the rest of my debt from the cruise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388550743654460441-6313689212892724530?l=subtleelegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/feeds/6313689212892724530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3388550743654460441&amp;postID=6313689212892724530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/6313689212892724530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/6313689212892724530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/2008/10/supernouveau-quantum-physics-and.html' title='Supernouveau - quantum physics and biochemistry for dummies'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13068477117216929874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388550743654460441.post-5769161175554749755</id><published>2008-09-14T13:31:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T14:09:43.258+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Lab reports must look pretty</title><content type='html'>... said my biology teacher. So very true. And speaking of lab reports, I have a lot of pretty little labs to write. Namely, about 10. In the past few weeks. What fun. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My extended essay on very dumb jellyfish is doing well - good thing, since the deadline is 2.5 weeks from now. And my WLA is showing some process too - 1.5 weeks before the final deadline. So much to do, so little time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw the most beautiful ankle boots ever. I might buy them. Or then not. They were a tad expensive on my scale (150e), but then again the quality is good. Not that I bought sucky clothes. Or shoes. Or make-up. Or anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As of some time ago, I noticed that I've read loads of russian books. Mainly thanks to the IB diploma program, but I've read some even voluntarily. I didn't think about it until very recently. But not going any further to these reasons of this sudden discovery. Anyhow, russian literature is v. nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear Few Very Selective Universities In The World's Top 50, thou shall want me and my extracurriculars v. much. Otherwise I'm killing myself under this workload all for nothing. Yup. Only an idiot decides to be responsible of this HUGE prime-time election program on channel 1. Especially on a way too tight schedule (read = 4 weeks). And all the other things an IB senior needs to do. Oh dear. I'm so dead. And I need to continue writing my way cool Extended Essay on jellyfish. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388550743654460441-5769161175554749755?l=subtleelegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/feeds/5769161175554749755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3388550743654460441&amp;postID=5769161175554749755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/5769161175554749755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/5769161175554749755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/2008/09/lab-reports-must-look-pretty.html' title='Lab reports must look pretty'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13068477117216929874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388550743654460441.post-9045722840996328654</id><published>2008-08-27T12:45:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T13:03:51.231+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Questionable Motivation, Epic fail &amp; The Dreadful WDD</title><content type='html'>I tend to get ill on very inappropriate occasions. Like the week with my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;EE&lt;/span&gt; and bio lab report deadline, and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Finlandia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;MTB&lt;/span&gt;. Boo. And yes, I know it's not too clever to do sports when you have a respiratory inflammation, fever, and a too small dose of asthma medicine. But did I care? Oh noes. What would one not do for CAS hours (another sucky IB thing)? Seriously, I have never ever cycled that slow. Never. Or felt that bad after cycling only 35km. Ok, 35km of XC in a horrible weather, but still. Geh. Not that I even tried to cycle too fast, but still. 2h19min is really bad. Shame on me. Boo. And the Extended Essay and bio lab? My bio teacher likes me. So who cares about one first draft being bad? And it took 2 seconds to move the deadline by a week, even though I was 30 minutes late from my lesson, ill and absent during the revision exam and didn't find ane jellyfish. And guess what? I'm still getting a 7 (on a 1-7 scale) as my bio predicted grade. Ha! And a 7 from chemistry as well. What fun.&lt;br /&gt;I decided to start to study Russian. Such an interesting language and culture. Also, such interesting and WAY HOT university students. So far, my vocabulary consists of "yes", "no" and "vodka, please", but I've always been a quick learner. Also, I have a feeling I'll be attending ALL of the NÄT meetings this fall. Yes, definately.&lt;br /&gt;My pretty white dress got dirty. Boo. And I still have one more lesson of school. Not fun. And this is like the first time ever in years that I've spilled food on my clothes. Boo^10 gazillion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388550743654460441-9045722840996328654?l=subtleelegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/feeds/9045722840996328654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3388550743654460441&amp;postID=9045722840996328654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/9045722840996328654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/9045722840996328654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/2008/08/questionable-motivation-epic-fail.html' title='Questionable Motivation, Epic fail &amp; The Dreadful WDD'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13068477117216929874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388550743654460441.post-3108878069862122123</id><published>2008-08-19T11:56:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T13:14:04.996+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Go me</title><content type='html'>Back to school. One more year of hell, also known as the IB Diploma program. What jolly fun. Goodbye life, welcome 10 billion gazillion lab reports, written tasks and lord knows what else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our bio trip was a success - or at least the grilling evening was. Seriously, those coaches were idiots. Haha. Too bad for them. Anyhow we had loads of fun. The mornings lectures weren't that fun, though. And then there was THE PANCAKE. Seriously, when there is nothing better to use, it is NOT a good idea to put foil around the oven pan so that the pancake doesn't stick. It took about 20 minutes to wash. But you just aren't capable of logical thinking at 2.30 am after consuming some alcohol. Duhh. But still. Besides, we didn't have anything to eat with the pancake in first place. Talk about clever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I came third in the mtb nationals. Not bad, considering the asthma attack I got in the start and having had the medicines for only a few weeks. It is more than obvious that a certain university &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;must &lt;/span&gt;want me to its cycling team. AND I'll get a road bike (yay). Good thing, since the bike I got from my cycling club was cruelly and with unfair reasons taken away from me. Hello-o, which one of us needs a road bike more? Me, in women elite next year or the little kid who joined the club a year ago and already had a road bike, for crying out loud. Geh. Screw little kids who take my stuff away from me. Mine. MINE! Although I'll get a lot better bike. Actually the club's bike pretty much sucked. It weighed more than my MTB bike (11 kg, my mtb bike is less than 10). Ha. Still. Nice cycling club and so on. Boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like comforting myself because of the bike (yeah right), so I'll go shopping. More like, I'll need comforting tomorrow because my bank account will be empty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388550743654460441-3108878069862122123?l=subtleelegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/feeds/3108878069862122123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3388550743654460441&amp;postID=3108878069862122123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/3108878069862122123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/3108878069862122123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/2008/08/go-me.html' title='Go me'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13068477117216929874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388550743654460441.post-2655304881340485896</id><published>2008-08-02T06:31:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T06:46:37.650+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Jellyfish.</title><content type='html'>Well. I spent this week counting jellyfish on a SYKE research trip. And doing a lot of other stufff too, but I was there to count jellyfish for my Extended Essay. And the results? We didn't find any jellyfish! Boo. Now I'll have to write my EE on why I didn't see any. A lot more complicated than my original idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But other than my dumb experiment giving unwanted results, the trip was awesome. The weather was great - suhnny and warm all the time, and I wasn't too busy, so I could spend ages on the sundeck. I got a gorgeous tan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I was dumb enough to say I'd go to the nationals. Dumb me. Well, if the antidoping papers aren't back by wednesday I won't go, since otherwise I'm not allowed to use my asthma medication and I'll suffocate or something. Not fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm leading an arts camp next week. It'll be totally fun. Also, I'll get paid. Even more fun, if possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought the most beautiful pair of shoes. I'm totally in love with them. And they're surprisingly easy to walk with, when considering the 8cm heel. And they were on sale too. Could my life possibly get any better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, in a lot of ways. First of all, I could win the nationals. And get rid of my asthma. And get my CAS program in order. And get a lot more money. And be accepted to Stanford U. And lose weight (screw people who say I'm already thin). And get a new laptop. And... and... a lot of things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388550743654460441-2655304881340485896?l=subtleelegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/feeds/2655304881340485896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3388550743654460441&amp;postID=2655304881340485896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/2655304881340485896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/2655304881340485896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/2008/08/jellyfish.html' title='Jellyfish.'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13068477117216929874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388550743654460441.post-5846804311101252638</id><published>2008-07-14T11:16:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T11:27:35.236+03:00</updated><title type='text'>*yawn*</title><content type='html'>I'm so-oo tired. I can't believe I woke up at like 8 AM. Something is seriously wrong with me. I do hope it's exercise-induced asthma. No, really. Not that it had anything to do with me waking up too realy, but still. I have another appointment with my doctor (I love private healthcare, once again) tonight, and with any luck I'll finally get the diagnosis I want. The horrible histamine test should have been enough proof. Geh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miyavi performed at Tavastia a few weeks ago. Was totally great. Besides, thanks to way good luck me and my friend got an awesome queue number so we werte in first row. I'd have given anything for it to be k18, though. The younger fans were a complete nightmare, especially a certain blue-haired girl and another black-haired girl. Boo. Next time, behave. Or go back to the end row where people with sucky numbers belong. Oh, and I was in tv because they apparently thought that 800 people in a line around the block for 3 hours was funny. Or something. The people interviewev were complete idiots. No offense, but really. Grow up. Sorry. I'm such a b*tch sometimes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388550743654460441-5846804311101252638?l=subtleelegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/feeds/5846804311101252638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3388550743654460441&amp;postID=5846804311101252638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/5846804311101252638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/5846804311101252638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/2008/07/yawn.html' title='*yawn*'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13068477117216929874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388550743654460441.post-7260331202676424181</id><published>2008-06-28T14:46:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T16:02:11.951+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Screw.Public.Healthcare</title><content type='html'>After spending several months on trying to get through to calling to the local clinic, having the doctor cancel my appointments on the previous day, going through loo-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; queues for different tests, waiting for new appointments and so on (and the whole process started in March), I didn't really get anything out of it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I know I don't have any pollen or animal allergies, but that was to be expected. Besides, that was found out over a month ago. The last weeks I've been monitoring my breathing with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;PEF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; meter thingy. And what for? To find out whether I have ordinary asthma. I never thought I had it, only that I have exercise-induced asthma. And what did the doctor say? Sorry, the public health care has no ways of finding out whether I have exercise induced asthma - you must go to a private clinic. So I've wasted almost 4 months - 4 vital months considering cycling - for a slow and useless thing which didn't get me anywhere. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, so I know that I &lt;em&gt;don't&lt;/em&gt; have some nasty conditions, but that doesn't really help me. The doctor was also kind enough to say that the queues at private clinics might be long as well. And, needless to say, a private clinic is more expensive. Oh well. That's what my parents take care of. It's not like I couldn't afford treatment and tests on the private side. Anyhow: Lesson of the day: Public health care services are not that fun. Boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also. The nationals for road cycling are on right now. Should I have been allowed to use the damn medicine, I'd have done pretty well. Considering the winner's time, great weather conditions and my own skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of cycling, I got into this "slightly" uncomfortable situation the day before yesterday - I had gone home for the change, on my bike of course. It was sunny, so I didn't bother turning off the electricity from the computer&amp;amp;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; devices of the TV/DVD/Stereos/home theater thingy set. The moment I got home, I noticed that there was a huge ominous dark rumbling cloud approaching at an alarming speed. Remembering how a pretty much &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;nonexistent&lt;/span&gt; thunder storm had broken down my modem &amp;amp; router &amp;amp; pretty much everything needed for my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; connection to work, I got pretty scared. This was a huge storm coming. So, I was left with no chances but to get back to the place where I'm currently living, and fast enough to turn off the electricity before the thunder storm would break the equipment. It's not my place, I'm just living here for this week. And these people don't have cheapo equipment. Far from it. I'd be pretty much dead if anything happened. They had even told me to close the electricity if a thunder storm came by. Go me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I cycled back pretty fast, despite an asthma attack. It wasn't that bad, really. Maybe I'm just a whiner. After all, considering the 11 km trip, it rained &lt;em&gt;loads&lt;/em&gt; only during the last 9km, it hailed (&lt;- is that a word) for the last 4 km only and the hailstones were of an about 1-2cm diameter for only the last 3.5 km. And needless to stay, I had to stop at every single crossing with traffic lights. And with a surprisingly huge amount of traffic, there was no way I'd be able to cross the road on red lights. And there were a lot of crossings. Also, the ordinary people who hid under trees or bus stops or something must have thought I was a maniac. This is fully possible, but still. And mark my word, there was an unusually large amount of people outside, despite the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;sucky&lt;/span&gt; weather. If I had had any extra time, I'd have shown an international and rather rude finger gesture in more than one occasion. Hello, it was not funny. And dumb bald guy who was trying to be funny: I was fully aware of the damn storm. Was not funny. You'd have deserved to be hit by lightning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. And what happened? Surprisingly enough, the storm hadn't broken down anything before I came. Meaning that I'm not in a huge debt right not. Good thing. Also, it only took me 18 minutes for the trip, not counting all the times I had to stop, or taking into account the weather conditions, that is an average speed of almost 37km/h - not bad. And on a mountain bike, which is slower than a road bike when on asphalt. And the weather and traffic lights slowed me down. Not bad at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, it hurts like hell when you're cycling in this hailstorm with a short-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;sleeved&lt;/span&gt; top and short shorts. My arms and legs ached for several hours. The skin remained red for more than an hour, too. Not to mention that the rain had made every single piece of clothing I had on soaking wet. They must have soaked in several liters of water, considering their weight afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Considering my experiences in hail/rain/blizzard/etc. conditions, I sure hope the weather conditions are extreme and wet on the day of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;MTB&lt;/span&gt; nationals. I've got some experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to write my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;EE&lt;/span&gt; a lot next week. I need to email my supervisor a draft by next week's Sunday. Boo. As if I didn't have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;enough&lt;/span&gt; stuff to worry about without this deadline. I so hate &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;mnemiopsis&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;leidyi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And back to cycling - I'll go play this &lt;em&gt;nice&lt;/em&gt; game called "let's-go-cycle-up-and-down-this-stupid-yet-huge-hill-without-taking-my-asthma-medication-and-let's-see-how-long-it-takes-me-before-I-suffocate". &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;. I better go. What fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388550743654460441-7260331202676424181?l=subtleelegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/feeds/7260331202676424181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3388550743654460441&amp;postID=7260331202676424181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/7260331202676424181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/7260331202676424181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/2008/06/screwpublichealthcare.html' title='Screw.Public.Healthcare'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13068477117216929874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388550743654460441.post-2150722652073740993</id><published>2008-06-24T08:30:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T08:53:58.542+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Noes</title><content type='html'>After a certain weather phenomenon (also known as nonexistent thunderstorm - hello, it didn't even rain and I only heard the thunder once) broke down &lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt; of our Internet equipment, the connection is working again. Nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's raining, and I should take the dog out. Boo. Not fun. I had to cycle to work yesterday with my mountain bike. Must have looked pretty dumb. And it's surprisingly hard to cycle with my Shimano pedals (to be used with special cycling shoes only) with ordinary shoes. And it rained, so I was pretty soaked. Or more like, my hair and legs were soaked, since my coat is supposedly water-proof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm living this week alone, which means - dieting. Otherwise I'd end up snacking or something, and gaining weight. Geh. The diet food tastes like sh*t, but last time I actually got rid of some weight. Nice. And that was only for 2 days. This time I'm in it for a week. That is, if I won't stop for some unknown reason before that. Which is very likely. Boo. And a good thing is that I'm spending now about 3 hours per day running with this dog, which ought to burn some more energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the point where people like my doctor would say that I shouldn't lose any weight, since I'm underweight on her scale, but she happens to think that the Body Mass Index range for normal weight is 20-25. Hello-o, it's 18.5-24. I wouldn't be surprised if the doctors started to comfort-size the Body Mass Index scales just like clothes. Boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I should practise cycling - a part of my must-get-into-a-certain-college-plan. My chances of getting in would be greatly increased if I win the nationals - in about 1.5 months. Yay. Not. knowing that the competition site has this nice little hill with a height difference of 200 meters isn't that nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an Extended Essay meeting on Friday - I should maybe write something about the &lt;em&gt;M. leidyi&lt;/em&gt;. Not fun. I got this way cool scientific article from my supervisor, but it's pretty horrible to read. I've never seen that many scientific terms (or any words in general) stuffed into 6 sheets of paper. Not fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll go shopping now, just to get my mind away from the dumb little jellyfish and dieting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388550743654460441-2150722652073740993?l=subtleelegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/feeds/2150722652073740993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3388550743654460441&amp;postID=2150722652073740993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/2150722652073740993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/2150722652073740993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/2008/06/oh-noes.html' title='Oh Noes'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13068477117216929874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388550743654460441.post-5947120028927992690</id><published>2008-05-31T10:14:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T10:21:07.224+03:00</updated><title type='text'>SUMMER</title><content type='html'>Finally. my first year of the "real" IB is over. No more exams, books to analyze, lab reports to write... in the next 10 weeks. What fun. Apart from the SATs next saturday *sigh* and the damn Extended Essay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, the doctor finally called - and sent me to more asthma tests. Cool. Not. But at least I'll get a medicine to use for the time being. Hope it works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm planning to use my summer to have fun, go to work (bah), practise cycling (when I get the medicine) hang out with friends and so on. And eat strawberries. A lot of them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388550743654460441-5947120028927992690?l=subtleelegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/feeds/5947120028927992690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3388550743654460441&amp;postID=5947120028927992690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/5947120028927992690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/5947120028927992690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/2008/05/summer.html' title='SUMMER'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13068477117216929874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388550743654460441.post-2418293547895098653</id><published>2008-05-26T14:26:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T14:39:34.614+03:00</updated><title type='text'>DONE. And talk about bad timing</title><content type='html'>Whew. Exam week is finally over (ok, I do have a Theory of Knowledge presentation tomorrow, but that doesn't count. And only this week before summer break - yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lazy and insufficiently operating public health system hasn't contacted me about my asthma results, even though they had promised that I'd get to know the results within a week - and that's what they said two weeks ago. Boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the bad timing I happened to experience last Friday was quite bad. Really. I had wanted to see the Monet paintings at EMMA, so I went there. Little did I know that on the exactly same day and time my school had arranged a recreational day for it's teachers and other staff. Well. I ended up being at the exhibition for about 20 minutes, hiding from my student councillor, maths teachger, homeroom teacher and so on. Talk about bad timing...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388550743654460441-2418293547895098653?l=subtleelegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/feeds/2418293547895098653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3388550743654460441&amp;postID=2418293547895098653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/2418293547895098653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/2418293547895098653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/2008/05/done-and-talk-about-bad-timing.html' title='DONE. And talk about bad timing'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13068477117216929874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388550743654460441.post-477494515163689327</id><published>2008-05-23T11:01:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T11:17:41.344+03:00</updated><title type='text'>also</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;the physics teacher still hasn't put the exam to the web page. My guess is it'll be there 2 hours before we need to return it...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;apparently there's some weird rumours about teräsbetoni doing well in the semifinals of the Eurovision song contest. Hmm. That would be weird. Helloo, it was pretty horrible.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388550743654460441-477494515163689327?l=subtleelegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/feeds/477494515163689327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3388550743654460441&amp;postID=477494515163689327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/477494515163689327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/477494515163689327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/2008/05/also.html' title='also'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13068477117216929874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388550743654460441.post-3854114532707906504</id><published>2008-05-23T10:52:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T10:57:36.613+03:00</updated><title type='text'>*yawn*</title><content type='html'>I'm tired. My sleeping rhythm is way off, but who cares? only one week of school left, if you can even call it school. Seems pretty easy.&lt;br /&gt;I've slept altogether about 15 hours this week (most of them last night). That might be the cause of my problem. Maybe. Maybe not. You never know.&lt;br /&gt;It's a really nice day, so I'll wear my pretty new white dress. What fun. I'll go to the museum today, because I didn't have time before.&lt;br /&gt;I'm totally random. Must be because of being tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388550743654460441-3854114532707906504?l=subtleelegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/feeds/3854114532707906504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3388550743654460441&amp;postID=3854114532707906504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/3854114532707906504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/3854114532707906504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/2008/05/yawn.html' title='*yawn*'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13068477117216929874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388550743654460441.post-1037051012639489126</id><published>2008-05-20T14:04:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T14:26:45.219+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Haha. Almost done</title><content type='html'>Well, well, well. One secured 7/7 as a predicted grade. Namely, Chemistry. I had my chemistry exam today. Knowing my oh-so-excellent study habits, trust me to have left the studying for the last night. Yup, that's me. But when else would I have had the time? I had to go to NÄT and then I studied for my Bio exam the night before. What, the weekend? or earlier?. I pretend I didn't notice my better self saying that. I always plan to study really well and prepare early and all - usually it's the night before when I actually open the books for the first time. Bad me. For my good luck, I've been blessed with a good memory. And a skill to manage with a very small amount of sleep. The last two nights I've slept altogether 3 hours. And that was partly because I fell asleep accidentally. Didn't mean to. But I can sleep late tomorrow. And for the rest of the week actually, because I don't have any exams -&gt; no school. Fun stuff. Now I only have maths (easy) exam and the physics exam. Otherwise the physics might be a problem, but our teacher decided to be nice and give the exam for us for the week. As in, open book test. Way fun. That's another 7. Go me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to a museum tomorrow. I really want to see this imressionist exhibition at EMMA before the exhibition ends on Sunday. I also need to do my maths portfolio tomorrow. Bah. That sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be getting the asthma results any day now. I do hope I'll get the meds soon so that I get to actually practise. I might have missed a lot of important training time (two months and counting), so the road nationals won't be for me. No way I'm back in form in less than a month, but I still have hope concerning the XC nationals in August.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388550743654460441-1037051012639489126?l=subtleelegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/feeds/1037051012639489126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3388550743654460441&amp;postID=1037051012639489126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/1037051012639489126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/1037051012639489126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/2008/05/haha-almost-done.html' title='Haha. Almost done'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13068477117216929874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388550743654460441.post-7509741363447320191</id><published>2008-05-18T16:03:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T08:57:06.363+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Will take some time to get back to normal</title><content type='html'>Holy sh*t! I saw my homeroom teacher outside school! At a same event I was. I feel - weird. Geh. I was at a same place with my homeroom teacher. Voluntarily. Boo. This would seem really bad for me if I hadn't been at the event because of a school project. But still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I had always thought that teachers live at school like 24/7. Whoa. It was big news to me that this wasn't true. I will probably spend most of next week just to recover from the shock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. And the event? The Baltic Sea-event arranged by Helsingin Sanomat. I went there in case I'd get some useful information for my Extended Essay, but it ended up being a waste of time. Boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I've lately made friends with this guy I met at a website. Nothing wrong with that, except - he's 26. That's "slightly" older. More accurately like 1.5x my age. He might be a pedophile or something. Hmm. This might be a problem. As all these people tell you all the time, you can never know who you meet online really is. He could just as well be 68 or something. Or more likely 13, pretending to be older and cooler. Geh. Besides, who cares? The good point is, he's living nowhere nearby. Or so he says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only a few more days and I'll get the results of my first lab tests for asthma and allergies. Yay. I do hope they found the reason for my breathing problems. I really wouldn't want to spend the rest of the competing season doing nothing just because I don't have the correct medication to be able to breathe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388550743654460441-7509741363447320191?l=subtleelegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/feeds/7509741363447320191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3388550743654460441&amp;postID=7509741363447320191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/7509741363447320191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/7509741363447320191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/2008/05/will-take-some-time-to-get-back-to.html' title='Will take some time to get back to normal'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13068477117216929874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388550743654460441.post-4939930653007515225</id><published>2008-05-15T12:20:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T08:58:44.101+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Me Is Superstar!</title><content type='html'>I almost forgot. I went to watch Tuntematon Sotilas (the new national theatre version directed by Kristian Smeds) with our Finnish A1 group. It was totally great. Probably the best theatre performance I've ever seen, and I've seen quite a few. Also, the actors dragged &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; to the stage to dance at one point, together with about 5 others. What fun. I'm a superstar in making...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I've regained faith in human honesty. Nice people out there! I had forgotten my rather expensive sunglasses to a fitting room, and after a half an hour or so later when I noticed them missing the staff members of the shop told me they had noticed them and gave them back to me. What nice people^^. The last time I lost something at a shop (a new knit that had not been too cheap, see post from last year), I never saw it again. Then again the shop I lost my sunglasses at was this rather expensive one with really good customer service. The previous one was a cheaper shop which has never heard the words "customer service". Lord knows why I even went there. Anyhow: lesson of the day: Only go to nice expensive shops - they sell nices stuff anyhow. Or then that was not the point, I just missed it. Might be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, the Deadline Nightmare is nowhere near ending - my CAS diary is for tomorrow. Boo. And the Extended Essay first draft is for Monday. Bah. No good. I might have to do something about them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388550743654460441-4939930653007515225?l=subtleelegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/feeds/4939930653007515225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3388550743654460441&amp;postID=4939930653007515225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/4939930653007515225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/4939930653007515225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/2008/05/lot-of-stuff-continuedme-is-superstar.html' title='Me Is Superstar!'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13068477117216929874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388550743654460441.post-1306776261402333084</id><published>2008-05-14T13:11:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T14:24:42.657+03:00</updated><title type='text'>A lot of stuff</title><content type='html'>Whoa. A huge amount of stuff going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Asthma etc. testing. After being on hold on the phone service of the local health station and weeks of waiting for my appointment, the doctor called yesterday and cancelled my original time for tomorrow. BAH. Evil doctor. She then offered a time today, at a time where  it  would completely mess up my schedule. I was in for a "hard" decision between skipping school and going to asthma testing, which I really want to get done as soon as possible. Needless to say, I took the appointment today, and was absent from school. I might go to my chemistry class if I get my lab report written. The queue at the lab was huge, because they had a lot of workers off today. No clue why. So it actually took me hours to wait for a few blood tests and an x-ray picture of my lungs. This time the x-ray doctor was female, thank god.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Exam week coming up. Boo. But now that I think about it, it's not really that bad. Ok, it starts with Bio next Monday and Chemistry on Tuesday, then the rest of the week off, and finally Math on the next Monday. I have a TOK presentation on the Tuesday (should be a piece of cake). That's it. Or well, we get our physics exams tomorrow, and have to return them before the end of the exam week. Ha! The easiest 100% grade ever. A great thing, considering my predicted grade for physics.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Physics lab hour day - we went to Linnanmäki last Saturday. It was fun, in general. Highlights of the day:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The new roller coaster broke down temporarily after we had been in the queue for about an hour - and when we finally were the first on the queue. Boo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;people staring us and our Vernier probes. What, never seen people with high-tech physics equipment in a theme park before? No, me neither. Some tourists actually took pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The guys screaming all sorts of stuff on the rides. My personal favorite, by M, "Ohmygod this f*cking thing castrated me!". That was funny. And so was a lot of other stuff. And yes, a lot of people stared at us. But  hey, who cares? Besides, considering how well an average Finnish person speaks or understands English, they probably had no clue what we were saying.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;These little pervy guys poking my (and my firend's) ass. Hello? Was this close I didn't kill you or arrange you into condition which would have required the Intensive care unit. Besides, they were like 15. That's kids. Scary.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When the new ride was finally operating again, it was totally great. One of my favorites, without a question.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We noticed a really important thing with my friend: the area has loads of restaurants and cafes and such, but you couldn't get really healthy food from anywhere. Ok, the one place had overprized and rather nasty-looking salads. But the ingredients seemed to be weeks old. I ended up eating a tiny sandwich (3.50e) which had two &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;small&lt;/span&gt; pieces of rye bread and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tiny&lt;/span&gt; amounts of salad and tomato (raw). What great nourishment. Then again, at least I didn't have to eat pizza or french fries or something else like that with 10 gazillion calories. Good stuff. Yay for tiny sanwiches!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The free game included in the all-day ticket. Ha. Starting from this year, the all-da ticket contains a free game (choice of five different games). Anyhow, we decided to go for this game called Rollen ajot (yes, I know the name is dumb, but I didn't pick it). The others had weird stuffed animals as prizes. Hello, what would I do with a hyper-sized dust bunny? So, we went for the game with candy as prizes. The point of the game was to roll small tennis balls to small holes. The more accurate you were, the faster your "car" moved. I beat 6 others and won 600 grams of candy. My friend went to the next round but won "only" 300g because there were less people competing. I know a little brother who will obey my every single word for the next few days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We saw a few guys we knew - who had also played the same game. There had been 3 of them, and they had decided to play on the same round and share the prize. They lost (to 6-years old brats, as one of them said). Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388550743654460441-1306776261402333084?l=subtleelegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/feeds/1306776261402333084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3388550743654460441&amp;postID=1306776261402333084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/1306776261402333084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/1306776261402333084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/2008/05/lot-of-stuff.html' title='A lot of stuff'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13068477117216929874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388550743654460441.post-3898828336906060967</id><published>2008-04-30T13:32:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T14:11:34.157+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Glada Vappen!</title><content type='html'>Ha. Finally the first of may. or actually the eve of 1.5, but still. And that means only one thing: Par-tay! Our last lessons of the day were cancelled, and tomorrow is a day off (thank god). Our teachers were "nice" enough to wish us a "nice" night:&lt;br /&gt;"Have a nice vappu! No reproduction excercises, then!" (yes, that was my bio teacher. We happen to be covering the topic of reproduction right now)&lt;br /&gt;"Well, I wouldn't know what you're doing tonight, but I won't give you any homework for friday. You won't be in a condition to do it anyhow..."&lt;br /&gt;"Remember: Kaveria ei jätetä!"&lt;br /&gt;"Klara vappen!"&lt;br /&gt;And so on... what a nice bunch of people my teachers are. Sure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388550743654460441-3898828336906060967?l=subtleelegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/feeds/3898828336906060967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3388550743654460441&amp;postID=3898828336906060967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/3898828336906060967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/3898828336906060967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/2008/04/glada-vappen.html' title='Glada Vappen!'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13068477117216929874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388550743654460441.post-1556968172026710475</id><published>2008-04-26T12:33:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T13:05:34.388+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunny. Warm. Nice. Spring!</title><content type='html'>Spring and summer have both good and bad sides.  In general, I like them. They do, however, have some catches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ever-so-nasty microparticles in the air. From pollen, Russian forest fires or just street dust. Bah. They totally destroy my nice training program. Sucky. I'll also have to go to asthma and allergy and whatever testing. As soon as I'll manage to get through the phone service of some health clinic and get an appointment, followed by testing and more appointments, with any luck it'll only be next spring and I'll get the medicine for next year's cycling season. Love the public health care... Not. I wonder if my parents would pay for a private clinic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, the fact that its nice and warm tends to result in wearing less clothes, which leads to men staring at me or any other attractive human female in sight. One word: Don't. At least if you are clearly more than 10 years my senior. Go hit on someone your age, please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should dress like a nun or something to avoid all the stares. Or then not. With my luck, I'll just become stalked by a horde of nun fetish people. Or something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388550743654460441-1556968172026710475?l=subtleelegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/feeds/1556968172026710475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3388550743654460441&amp;postID=1556968172026710475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/1556968172026710475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/1556968172026710475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/2008/04/sunny-warm-nice-spring.html' title='Sunny. Warm. Nice. Spring!'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13068477117216929874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388550743654460441.post-8623415638613158801</id><published>2008-04-23T21:45:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T12:59:50.086+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Error! A certain catering service lacks intelligence</title><content type='html'>Hello-o, there is one very clear rule in school food. I don't actually eat school food too often, but still. This should be a universal way to do thing, but apparently not. Boop. Wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. And to the actual crime against poor high schoolers: Serving blackcurrant jam with spinach pancakes instead of lingonberry jam. Way wrong. That's about the worst catering mistake ever. No, cross that. A friend of mine told that they had had &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;strawberry&lt;/span&gt; jam with spinach pancakes when she was in junior high. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the botanical garden with my Bio HL group today. Wouldn't have been bad otherwise, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but&lt;/span&gt; they had the "summer" climate settings on, meaning that the temperature in most rooms was around 30C and the moisture values were at 100 percent. What jolly fun. Also, a great day to wear your favorite cashmere v-neck sweater. Not quite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found the cutest summer dress at Motivi. It wasn't even too expensive, only about 70e. I'll buy it tomorrow. Happy times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Except... I'll have to write a lab report for tomorrow. Bah. I better go do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388550743654460441-8623415638613158801?l=subtleelegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/feeds/8623415638613158801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3388550743654460441&amp;postID=8623415638613158801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/8623415638613158801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/8623415638613158801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/2008/04/error-certain-catering-service-lacks.html' title='Error! A certain catering service lacks intelligence'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13068477117216929874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388550743654460441.post-1610377487247885179</id><published>2008-04-22T22:31:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T13:07:35.843+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping, nostalgy and school</title><content type='html'>Have I ever said that studying the IB program is hell? I think I have. Multiple times, too. I'll have to take a bit of that back. Not even HL physics is really that bad. A few weeks from now we'll go "doing some field experiments" to Linnanmäki. Also, we'll get our monday lessons (first in the morning) off for the rest of the year because of this. Fun stuff, and to top it all, my school pays for the Linnanmäki trip. Ok, so I might take an accelerating meter to a roller coaster or something, but... not too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I got a nice amount of money. Knowing me, this means only one thing: shopping. What fun. I spent considerably little, too. I bought new jewellery and expensive make-up (not that I ever bought cheap make-up. The quality is just horrible). I'll maybe buy this totally hot stetson hat as well. I just didn't have time today. And a bunch of new clothes and shoes and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to see a cycling competition today... It's hard to believe I was competing just there only a few years ago... feels like ages. I had a great time with some others from my cycling team. Shame that I didn't get a chance to go chat with some random cycling hotties... Hmm. Actually, were there any? Hmm. This might lead to slight problems concerning my master plan - oh no. Quelle shame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, actually that one guy was pretty hot. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Who the hell was he?&lt;/span&gt; Then again, hanging out with these kids from our cycling team might totall crush my chances. Boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to kids: Hello? The slightly offensive Finnish version of Rihanna's "Umbrella" by lord knows who (I checked: Sir Iivo Alone Orchestra, no comments on the name *sudden coughing fit with some words audible*) is way tacky. Don't play it again when I'm present. Pretty please? Not that I personally cared (or weighed 500kg), but it might make me seem like a childish idiot as well. Ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, its almost Vappu soon. So far, I've got no ideas on what I'll do. This is a serious problem. I don't want to just hang around at a certain park with random people. I better come up with something with my friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388550743654460441-1610377487247885179?l=subtleelegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/feeds/1610377487247885179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3388550743654460441&amp;postID=1610377487247885179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/1610377487247885179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/1610377487247885179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/2008/04/shopping-nostalgy-and-school.html' title='Shopping, nostalgy and school'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13068477117216929874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388550743654460441.post-8033467814200700913</id><published>2008-04-21T17:03:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T17:15:50.559+03:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt;3 Spring</title><content type='html'>Ah. Finally the nicer, warmer season after a so-called "winter" consisting mainly of rain and wind. Boo. That wasn't fun. Also, the nights aren't as dark anymore, not to mention daytime, meaning I won't be as tired. Great thing. Although the weather could be a bit more springy, if you ask me. Well, this is nice enough. At least it's not snowing right now. *Touches wood and glances out of window*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm at the library again, waiting for my work shift to start. Yay. More easy money, I hope. Also, some idiot bought my extra tickets for Miyavi @ Tavastia for 250e. Quite an idiot. I should have asked for more. Hmm. Anyhow, this means that I have even more money to spend on all sorts of lovely stuff. Like the L'Occitane orange and salt body scrub, or a new bag or dress or shoes or... *Enters shopping nirvana*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, it was retake day today. Bah. I had bio and math, because of that dumb flu I caught in the middle of exam week. Why, I ask. Why??? Bio went well, I think I'll get a 7 or at least a 6. And math... I'm pretty positive I got at least a 5, more likely a 6. Shall see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept really badly last night. I was planning to go to sleep early (that's 22:30), but I only fell asleep a bit past midnight. That's not a problem on itself, really. A pretty normal time to go to bed. But I had planned to get a lot of sleep because of the dumb retake. Ha. I wish! The next thing I know, it's 2 AM and I'm wide awake. Yay! NOT. Of course I didn't catch sleep, so I spend the rest of the night (morning?) reading Bio and Maths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly enough, I'm still awake. I haven't even consumed any caffeine today. My guess is, either I'll be completely hyper for the rest of today, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt; I'll fall asleep during my shift when some customer calls. What jolly fun. But hey, at least the extra 5 hours of study time most likely saved my Bio and Math grades. Not a totally bad thing in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll go watch a cycling competition tomorrow. I can hardly wait - after all, I was competing on the same track about exactly three years ago. Ahh, the nostalgy... Also, I'm keeping my hopes up I'll meet some totally hot cycling guy... Me and my questionable motives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388550743654460441-8033467814200700913?l=subtleelegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/feeds/8033467814200700913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3388550743654460441&amp;postID=8033467814200700913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/8033467814200700913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/8033467814200700913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/2008/04/3-spring.html' title='&lt;3 Spring'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13068477117216929874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388550743654460441.post-2431819965740930112</id><published>2008-04-14T22:16:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T22:24:51.511+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost forgot</title><content type='html'>Oh. I almost forgot the seminar I was at. It wasn't that bad, actually. Not at all bad. The beginning wasn't that great, when all I saw was a bunch of 50+ professors and toilet clubs' (yes, I'm serious) members waiting for the seminar to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a bunch of students from Tampere U appeared. My mood rose instantly. A few of them tried to hit on me. Tragically enough this guy's mobile phone rang just as he was flirting with me - with a ringtone which was a dumb version of a certain children's song. Lol. There went his chances. Talk about bad timing for him. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, the last speaker was pretty effing hot. I'm joining WWF's oil prevention troops like today. Seriously. I've always wanted to wash some crude oil off rocks and dead birds. It's the company that matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a conclusion: The seminar was great, and some parts were actually interesting. Not to mention that I gained a vast amount of respect from my bio teacher by going to the seminar voluntarily. If I'll keep this up she'll probably praise me to the Stanford and Harvard applications people so that they'll have to beg for me to come there. I sure hope so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388550743654460441-2431819965740930112?l=subtleelegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/feeds/2431819965740930112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3388550743654460441&amp;postID=2431819965740930112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/2431819965740930112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/2431819965740930112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/2008/04/almost-forgot.html' title='Almost forgot'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13068477117216929874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388550743654460441.post-2513653565896587245</id><published>2008-04-14T22:04:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T22:12:36.861+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Money money money</title><content type='html'>Yes. I just made a very profitable purchase. Namely, bought extra tickets to see Miyavi on the 2nd of July. Im' going there with my friend, but I booked two extra tickets to sell at an online auction. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, my extended essay is doing well. I actually have a clue of what I'm researching. Yay! Also, the scientist at SYKE actually answered to my email. I'll get to use really pro equipment. Not to mention get some professional to help me. This is going well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll get my new bike on Thursday. Fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd have school on next Saturday. Not surprisingly, I arranged a really important scouts event on top of it. Too bad I'll miss school. Such a shame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now my life seems great. Par-tay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388550743654460441-2513653565896587245?l=subtleelegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/feeds/2513653565896587245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3388550743654460441&amp;postID=2513653565896587245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/2513653565896587245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/2513653565896587245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/2008/04/money-money-money.html' title='Money money money'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13068477117216929874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388550743654460441.post-1313487921217366565</id><published>2008-04-09T10:59:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T11:14:11.323+03:00</updated><title type='text'>About a Seminar, a Job, School, the Weather and Stuff</title><content type='html'>Still raining. Is this what global warming is all about? Rain in April, when it's supposed to be sunny and nice and warm and all, and no snow whatsoever in the winter. Bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have the flu. M ybio teacher wasn't too happy about me missing yesterday's exam, but my over-enthusiasm about the Extended Essay in Bio might make her stop hating me. I sure hope so. I'll spend tomorrow at a Baltic Sea-seminar. Just for the EE. Also, I'm pretty sure all the other participants are professors in marine biology. They'll all look down at me and be like "what on earth is she doing here?". What jolly fun. Then again, I'll miss a chemistry lesson, which is great. And physics. And bio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got some of my exams back. So far, my GPA seems nice 2/4 exams returned, and I've got a 6/7 and a 7/7. English should have been a 6 or 7 as well, but physics... I'm hoping I'll get a 5. Or a 4, because that's the lowest passing grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still haven't been able to test my new bike. Darn weather. And the flu, of course. And the microparticles from Russia's forest fires or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new job is totally great. All I need is to talk on the phone. A huge number of as many as zero people called during my shift on Monday. And I still get paid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388550743654460441-1313487921217366565?l=subtleelegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/feeds/1313487921217366565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3388550743654460441&amp;postID=1313487921217366565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/1313487921217366565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/1313487921217366565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/2008/04/about-seminar-job-school-weather-and.html' title='About a Seminar, a Job, School, the Weather and Stuff'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13068477117216929874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388550743654460441.post-7060192586674486515</id><published>2008-04-07T12:51:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T12:58:48.502+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Not that clever of me</title><content type='html'>It's not the brightest idea on the planet to get ill during exam week. Especially with only the few hardest exams remaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I caught a cold or something on friday or thursday, and I still feel like sh*t. What fun. Not.&lt;br /&gt;Our school has a rule that you can only retake two exams on retake day. Stupid rule, I say. Anyhow,  I missed my maths exam, and I wasn't sure did I pass physics (I think so, but it was pretty devilish). So, I had to come to chemistry today, despite the killer headache. Whoever invented painkillers should invent better ones - the ones I've eaten so far don't work that well. Oh, and I got a 7 (on a scale 1-7) from chemistry, despite the headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The meteorologist people sure are dumb. They said last weekend would be the prettiest the whole year. Was it? Well, if you happen to like a chilly temperature, wind and rain you'd have loved it. The good thing was that it cleared the air from all the microparticles from russia's forest fires, and the street dust. I can cycle again without getting an asthma attack. Yay. After I get better, that is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388550743654460441-7060192586674486515?l=subtleelegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/feeds/7060192586674486515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3388550743654460441&amp;postID=7060192586674486515' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/7060192586674486515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/7060192586674486515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/2008/04/not-that-clever-of-me.html' title='Not that clever of me'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13068477117216929874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388550743654460441.post-1657437977632158495</id><published>2008-04-05T21:09:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T21:14:24.411+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice.</title><content type='html'>My brother just came. He brought pizza. Yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, my parents promised that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if&lt;/span&gt; I get in the top 3 in the nationals and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if&lt;/span&gt; I get to Stanford U, they'll buy me a new bike from there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388550743654460441-1657437977632158495?l=subtleelegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/feeds/1657437977632158495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3388550743654460441&amp;postID=1657437977632158495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/1657437977632158495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/1657437977632158495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/2008/04/nice.html' title='Nice.'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13068477117216929874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388550743654460441.post-1457013797981208520</id><published>2008-04-05T20:25:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T21:06:00.174+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Lots of stuff</title><content type='html'>Well. Since the last post, there's been a lot of things going on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I got a road bike!!! It's purple. Cute. Pretty good, too, and my family was nice enough to promise to buy better components to it&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I got a new job.I can do it 1-3 nights a week, and it pays pretty well, considering that I only need to answer people's phone calls and direct them to different people. And last time I was there the phone rang six times. In 3 hours. Talk about easy money&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My cycling coach has decided to quit. Boo. This led to a crisis meeting in our cycling team. It wasn't a completely bad thing either-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;- Now I get to be the juniors' part-time coach. They're harmless enough, and it's pretty fun. BESIDES, it'll help me get to the university I'm applying to. Also, I have a fairly good reason to appear at numerous cycling events more. This obviously increases my chance of meeting some hot cycling guys. Fun stuff. How can such a master plan go wrong - except that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;are&lt;/span&gt; there any hot cycling guys in Finland? I better find out. This might turn out to be bad.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Exam week. The nasty thing which gives me a vast amount of trouble every six weeks. Bah. Chemistry on Monday and biology on Tuesday&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Retake day. For the first time ever, I'll have to participate. Not that I failed an exam, though - I happened to be ill yesterday (I still am), so I missed my maths exam. Too bad. More study time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Miyavi. 2.7.08. Tavastia.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Baking day! Old computer games-day! Movie day! Fun stuff!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Salad day! Quelle great thing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Baltic Sea-seminar. Impressive. Also, scary. I'm probably the least professional person taking part. I hope there's a lot of people, otherwise I'll really stick out. Boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Day's work. I happened to be able to cheat the new system. Yay. The teachers complained that students just paid the 10e by themselves to get a day off. So, they came up with this new rule that everyone needed to get a job at a real company with a real company code. Or something. Little did they know that I'll get a 'day off' despite the rule. My parents happen to have their own company. Ha! Although they suggested that I go to my aunt's and uncles to hang around at their work place (they're vets) and babysit their kids. I have the greatest cousins. This is so fun. I'll go to the seminar on Thursday, and then to my relatives' place and the day's work on Friday and then come back home on Friday night well in time for Baking/computer games/movie day on Saturday. Fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;SAT:s. I'll take the language and reasoning test in June. Bah.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The whole f*cking Extended Essay. IBO, I hate you. Something on the pH of rain? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mnemiopsis leidyi&lt;/span&gt;? PhosphorusNitrogen load caused by agriculture? So far, no clue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;English debate. On the motion "Genetically engineered food should be used to solve the hunger problems". Or something. We were against the motion. WE WON. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm ill. So I couldn't spend today or yesterday at Hullut Päivät at Stockmann. Boohoo. On the other hand, I probably saved about 300e. Good thing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;What else. Probably something. Who cares? I've got a headache. That means I'll finish here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388550743654460441-1457013797981208520?l=subtleelegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/feeds/1457013797981208520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3388550743654460441&amp;postID=1457013797981208520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/1457013797981208520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/1457013797981208520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/2008/04/lots-of-stuff.html' title='Lots of stuff'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13068477117216929874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388550743654460441.post-4852780185734733729</id><published>2008-03-13T23:21:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T13:53:56.183+03:00</updated><title type='text'>These things don't happen in real life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;No. Seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was coming back from a meeting and was in a hurry to catch my train. When I was almost at the station I noticed a train arriving at the platform my train always leaves from. I also knew that my train would be there at any minute, so it was a logical act to run to the train. Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two seconds after the train left I noticed I had taken a train heading to a completely wrong direction. Go me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I get off at the next station, which of course wasn't too close. Then I wait for 25 minutes for the next train, go back to the original station and then wait for another 15 minutes for my train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Result? It took me an hour more that it should have taken to get back home. Boo. Lesson of the day: Always check that you take the correct train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388550743654460441-4852780185734733729?l=subtleelegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/feeds/4852780185734733729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3388550743654460441&amp;postID=4852780185734733729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/4852780185734733729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/4852780185734733729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/2008/03/these-things-dont-happen-in-real-life.html' title='These things don&apos;t happen in real life'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13068477117216929874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388550743654460441.post-3522315853542587290</id><published>2008-03-10T19:02:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T19:39:14.584+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatever</title><content type='html'>Back here again. I should, of course, be doing one or preferably more than one of the following things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;two chemistry lab reports&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;physics lab report&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;biology Extended Essay&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;math portfolio, type 2&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finnish World Literature Analysis essay&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;English written task&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ordinary English essay&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;preparing for Finnish Individual oral presentation&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;preparing for English Debate on the genetic engineering of food&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;NOT TO MENTION&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;a vast amount of cycling (only about 100 days to the nationals)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;pilates&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;taking the dumb dog out&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;an infinite amount of seemingly impressive stuff which just might help me get into one of the world's top 10 universities. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and of course the ordinary schoolwork.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;What jolly fun. I'll complain a bit more and then go do at least one of those.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My friend and I went shopping together last week. &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; spotted the cutest dress ever. I try it on and decide to buy it the next monday when I have more money om my bank account (this was  saturday). Then today my friend tells me she bought the only XS dress. Thanks a whole lot&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Not that that was such a huge deal. I'll find something nicer. For once I actually have a nice amount of money on my bank account, I know what I want to buy with it. *goes into shopping mode*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Also, my parents actually allow me to apply into one of the world's top 10 universities. Such a nice bunch of people. Or maybe it's their hint that I should move away. Quick.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Haha. I'll go take the dog out. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388550743654460441-3522315853542587290?l=subtleelegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/feeds/3522315853542587290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3388550743654460441&amp;postID=3522315853542587290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/3522315853542587290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/3522315853542587290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/2008/03/whatever.html' title='Whatever'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13068477117216929874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388550743654460441.post-6985507049699460866</id><published>2008-02-05T10:51:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T13:55:56.703+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Phew</title><content type='html'>The dreaded Group 4 Project is finally over. Great. A week full of  boring work on Driving Under Influence. The teachers told us not to do any practical experiments on the short-term effects of alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Girugämesh performed here live last saturday. It was great. With the slight catch that a few of my frieds had managed to see them at their hotel. And posed in a bunch of photos with them. And gotten their autographs too. bah. Rub it in a bit more, will you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388550743654460441-6985507049699460866?l=subtleelegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/feeds/6985507049699460866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3388550743654460441&amp;postID=6985507049699460866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/6985507049699460866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/6985507049699460866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/2008/02/phew.html' title='Phew'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13068477117216929874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388550743654460441.post-2349193475382485216</id><published>2008-01-17T15:56:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T16:15:23.133+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The weather is indeed quite normal-</title><content type='html'>-for October. NOT January.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder was there any point in spending quite a lot of money on winter cycling gear, since its not winter in terms of weather. And I have no need to buy a cycling trainer with magnetic resistors for winter practising if there is no snow or ice outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually woke up today to the nice sound of rain. What jolly fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone ought to tell the world that Finland isn't such an exotic place after all - no polar bears, no snow, only a couple hundred thousand reindeer...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388550743654460441-2349193475382485216?l=subtleelegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/feeds/2349193475382485216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3388550743654460441&amp;postID=2349193475382485216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/2349193475382485216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/2349193475382485216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/2008/01/weather-is-indeed-quite-normal.html' title='The weather is indeed quite normal-'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13068477117216929874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388550743654460441.post-5534256209333599760</id><published>2008-01-15T10:54:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T11:16:40.417+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping... once again</title><content type='html'>I blame the location of my school and the amount of skip lessons in my schedule for the lack of money on my bank account. My skip only started 1.5 hours ago and I already bought a pair of jeans and a latte (from skimmed milk, of course). And I haven't even visited a half of the shops I'm planning to. Then again, I need the clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Then I need to shop for all the boring yet necessary cycling stuff from an internet store - location: Germany. Fun. I'm sure I'll enjoy trying to figure out the size system there. NOT. Why are there a) about 15 different ways to show the sizes of clothes&lt;br /&gt;b) so-called comfort sizes so that fat people feel thinner because the clothes are two or three sizes bigger than really. I can't even buy all brands because the smallest sizes happen to be two sizes too big. What jolly fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should also practise cycling way more. Especially if I plan to do something about that dumb new year's resolution of mine. Why do I always make dumb resolutions? And apparently my coach thinks that I have nothing else to do - the expected cycling km in a year for me are 15000. Indeed jolly fun. That's over 40km/day, every single day. Helloo, ever heard of a thing called school? Work? Other hobbies? Social life?&lt;br /&gt;No way I have an extra hour every day for cycling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, exam week starts next weeks friday, but since I have the G4 project then most of my exams are on next week before the exam week officially begins. Indeed very fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388550743654460441-5534256209333599760?l=subtleelegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/feeds/5534256209333599760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3388550743654460441&amp;postID=5534256209333599760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/5534256209333599760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/5534256209333599760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/2008/01/shopping-once-again.html' title='Shopping... once again'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13068477117216929874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388550743654460441.post-498604937149235559</id><published>2008-01-12T13:52:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T14:35:25.737+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I love my boots.</title><content type='html'>Seriously. And for more than one reason, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. They look great. Who wouldn't love such a cute pair of black, kneehigh leather boots?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I can wear them with practically anything (jeans, skirt, dress ...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. They just got me into a way fun situation. I had broken the zipper on christmas break (trust me to break the zipper just before we get any snow here, and they happen to be my only decent shoes I can wear when there's a lot of snow on the ground. I have other pairs too, but when its more slippery its harder to walk with the 3-inch heels, and I get a lot of snow in my ankle boots if I try to use them with any snow on the ground.)&lt;br /&gt;Back to the fun stuff. Because the zipper broke, I had to take it to the shoemaker guy for a new zipper. I took the boots there on wednesday, and picked them up about an hour ago. The shoewaker himself wasn't there, but there was this seriously hot guy who was studying to become a shoemaker. He was really nice too. (especially when compared to the grumpy at least 60 years old shoemaker who owns the shop). They guy had been on a break and had just come back to work. Lesson of the day: I should break my shoes more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I just experienced the 8th wonder of the world. The girl who rejoined our scouts group and used to be a huge brat has changed a lot in almost a year. Right now she's really nice. I just started believing in miracles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388550743654460441-498604937149235559?l=subtleelegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/feeds/498604937149235559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3388550743654460441&amp;postID=498604937149235559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/498604937149235559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/498604937149235559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-love-my-boots.html' title='I love my boots.'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13068477117216929874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388550743654460441.post-3537737453219332953</id><published>2008-01-09T18:32:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T18:41:47.269+02:00</updated><title type='text'>NICE.</title><content type='html'>My week has been quite... interesting. So far:&lt;br /&gt;To my surprise, a 6 from my Finnish oral commentary on Woman at point zero.  That's the second-best possible grade. Even though the commentary was total bullsh*t. The IB grade boundaries are nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be able to wear my darling boots in ages. The guy who fixes the zipper said that it will be done by friday afternoon or saturday. Fun. NOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't find new jeans, despite the hard trying. I did find a lot of ither stuff, but I couldn't buy it because I'll need the money for more important stuff like the iPod or jeans. Bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to make things even worse, the most horrible brat ever informed me that she rejoins the scouts group I lead. She is a nightmare. She even threw a knife at me once. (and managed to hit my leg. My jeans broke). Speaking of scouts, I should go. The meeting starts in 15 minutes.Way not fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388550743654460441-3537737453219332953?l=subtleelegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/feeds/3537737453219332953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3388550743654460441&amp;postID=3537737453219332953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/3537737453219332953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/3537737453219332953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/2008/01/nice.html' title='NICE.'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13068477117216929874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388550743654460441.post-1860961291500873146</id><published>2008-01-08T10:15:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T10:36:46.585+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Bah. And back to school</title><content type='html'>As the title might tell, I had to return to the concentration camp (also known as IB World School) yesterday. The bore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a great Christmas break, apart from the fact that most of the presents I got were lousy. The slight problem I noticed on saturday night was that I should maybe go to sleep a bit earlier - in order to wake up before lunch break at school. Going to sleep at 2 AM might mean that I get too little sleep or that I'll wake up at noon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did something I haven't done in years: made New Year's resolutions. No doubt they'll fail in a few months. Maybe that's why I haven't done any in the few last years. Might be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started snowing a few days ago. It's still snowing. Just my luck that the zipper of my boots broke just before. And the fixing will cost 30e. Or more. What jolly fun. The other thing is that I need to shovel all the snow off our stairs and front yard / parking lot. Even more fun. NOT. And since my brother is in the army, I'll have to do it all. GREAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to call the rather expensive phone service. And also got one of the very last available tickets to see An Cafe on the 15th of March. Par-tay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little brother had his birthday party for our relatives on sunday. That wasn't too fun. I was happily talking on my cell phone when my second cousin, age 6, came and hit me for apparently no reason. I told him to stop, and he said: "Don't you whine!" What a great family. Right. I kind of pity my brother's girlfriend who was at our place too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388550743654460441-1860961291500873146?l=subtleelegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/feeds/1860961291500873146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3388550743654460441&amp;postID=1860961291500873146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/1860961291500873146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/1860961291500873146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/2008/01/bah-and-back-to-school.html' title='Bah. And back to school'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13068477117216929874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388550743654460441.post-892167429150100400</id><published>2007-12-27T07:59:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T08:22:57.511+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas OD</title><content type='html'>Whew. The official days of Christmas are over. That means I'm allowed to use the computer again or actually go somewhere out of my home and shop or meet my friends or something. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got really nice Christmas presents. Not a road bike, though. Why, Santa, why??? Have I not been nice enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate way too much Christmas food. And chocolate. Why do people always give you chocolate? We still have over ten boxes left. I don't want to see any food associated with Christmas for at least a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The zipper of my boots broke. Sad. I have to get them fixed. It'll probably cost a fortune. And all my money will go to a new iPod. But I'll also need some clothes. And overpriced luxury cosmetics products.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then BAD news. The tickets to see a band I really like are sold out. Bah. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;could&lt;/span&gt; call them to ask for cancelled tickets, but dialling the number costs like 5e per call, so... And another of my favorite bands is coming here. To bad their gig is K18. Don't I just hate to be 17? It's technically the worst age possible, since you can't find a job because you're not 18, and you won't get decent student aid. Bah. 1 hour 30 minutes. Then I'll call the number for any cancelled tickets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388550743654460441-892167429150100400?l=subtleelegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/feeds/892167429150100400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3388550743654460441&amp;postID=892167429150100400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/892167429150100400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/892167429150100400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-od.html' title='Christmas OD'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13068477117216929874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388550743654460441.post-7964905035782119746</id><published>2007-12-18T16:16:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T16:58:04.653+02:00</updated><title type='text'>B-DAY and other such</title><content type='html'>Well, well, well. Finally my b-day. I did get really nice presents (feel free to feel guilty if &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; gave me nothing).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished the last lab report of the year yesterday. Phew. I don't want to see ChemSketch for a year or so.&lt;br /&gt;A golden retriever is a dog, right? And so are labrador retrievers and curly coated retrievers, to name a few. So, logically, a stir bar retriever is a dog as well. Right? That's how it works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My A1 Finnish oral commentary went... well... not that well. Although so did everyone elses, cause this was our first try. Honestly, I know I'm able to speak complete bullsh*t for ages, use the clever "from point A to point X"-order when speaking, talk with the weirdest voice ever, not use any professional terms at all, say "um" and "er" a lot and avoid using examples when I'm supposed to use them a lot. I didn't need to use them all in a period of time of 12 minutes 47 seconds, namely my commentary. FUN. NOT. Then we're supposed to give feedback on somepne else's commentary. Our teacher e-mails us our and our pair's commentaries. So, I'm not the only person on the planet who heards the mess. Oh well. But the teacher paired me up with my friend, and it was just an oral commentary. Only 30% of the course grade. Who cares, anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two ordinary school days, the christmas celebration thingy at school, and handing out report cards. Then... some pleasant weeks without school! Yay! And although my brother was rude enough to be in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;London &lt;/span&gt;with his girlfriend on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my birthday&lt;/span&gt;, he promised to buy me some cd:s, so it's not that bad really. And only a few more days till christmas! Par-tay!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388550743654460441-7964905035782119746?l=subtleelegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/feeds/7964905035782119746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3388550743654460441&amp;postID=7964905035782119746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/7964905035782119746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/7964905035782119746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/2007/12/b-day-and-other-such.html' title='B-DAY and other such'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13068477117216929874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388550743654460441.post-5600203153871242626</id><published>2007-12-18T10:11:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T13:57:51.884+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Quelle horreur...</title><content type='html'>Christmas= good thing&lt;br /&gt;Presents= good thing&lt;br /&gt;using a lot of money in presents= very bad thing&lt;br /&gt;Having a lot of friends=good thing&lt;br /&gt;Having to buy presents to a lot of friends-&gt;spending a lot of money in the presents=bad thing. I do hope I'll get a lot of money from somewhere. The sooner the better&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388550743654460441-5600203153871242626?l=subtleelegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/feeds/5600203153871242626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3388550743654460441&amp;postID=5600203153871242626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/5600203153871242626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/5600203153871242626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/2007/12/quelle-horreur.html' title='Quelle horreur...'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13068477117216929874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388550743654460441.post-7139344536864659052</id><published>2007-12-12T10:21:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T19:42:48.221+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling sorry for the physics substitute teacher</title><content type='html'>I had maybe the most boring physics lesson yesterday. Our physics teacher was at this China meeting with some representatives from our chinese friend school, the high school of Beijing university. So, we had a substitute. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not. Our substitute was a former student from our school. He wasn't, however, a former IB student. And since our class is the IB class, the teaching is supposed to be in English. The spoken English of the substitute teacher was, well, interesting. Very. It was almost worth the boring lesson to listen to him speaking English about as well as most Finnish politicians. And that's not too well. So, he had made up a slide show on standing waves and constructive/destructive interference, which we studied already last year. Fun. The slides were taken from his very boring physics university textbook, which was luckily enough in English. Otherwise I wouldn't have understood a thing. I ended up writing five A4 pages of notes. My hand still hurts. Bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to go christmas shopping. 'Tis the season to be jolly and spend all the money from your bank account on presents! How fun. The good point is that others will do the same and buy &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; stuff. At least that's how it's supposed to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388550743654460441-7139344536864659052?l=subtleelegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/feeds/7139344536864659052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3388550743654460441&amp;postID=7139344536864659052' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/7139344536864659052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/7139344536864659052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/2007/12/feeling-sorry-for-physics-substitute.html' title='Feeling sorry for the physics substitute teacher'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13068477117216929874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388550743654460441.post-687401831845074921</id><published>2007-12-07T16:59:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T17:06:02.499+02:00</updated><title type='text'>My not-so-successive scheduling</title><content type='html'>Oh well. I happen to have an all-night movie marathon starting in 50 minutes. I also happen to be working at the dog show Winner 2007 tomorrow, meaning I need to leave home at 8 AM. And knowing that I didn't sleep during the two previous movie marathons we had, I'm not likely to do it now either. Fun. And I'll be practically asleep in the dog show. I even needed to buy coke zero so I'd get some caffeine. And normally I never ever drink it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I might end up having fun at the dog show and meet some friends - and I'll get to see the guinea-pig cucumber eating contest. Way fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, I won't be able to sleep any longer on Sunday morning either. I've got another workshift at the dog show.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388550743654460441-687401831845074921?l=subtleelegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/feeds/687401831845074921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3388550743654460441&amp;postID=687401831845074921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/687401831845074921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/687401831845074921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-not-so-successive-scheduling.html' title='My not-so-successive scheduling'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13068477117216929874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388550743654460441.post-2228693185911425156</id><published>2007-12-04T12:08:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T10:44:12.358+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh! It's Winter! Snow!</title><content type='html'>Well, well, well. It always comes as a surprise when you wake up in the morning, take a look outside and notice that in a somewhat mystical way 20cm of snow has appeared on the ground, and more is falling down from the sky. This was on sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, sunday also happened to be a day when my brother went to work at 5:30 AM and the rest of my family left to a Christmas sale or something. Guess who was left to shovel the snow off our parking lot/front yard. Yes. Me. And only because &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; cycling practise would start at 11, so I'd have to leave at 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sadistic coach made us walk, or, more accurately, wade in the now wet and heavy snow. In a forest. And a partially frozen swamp. Not to mention that we did this for 4.5 hours. If two of my friends wouldn't have been there, I'd have left. But I ended having a reasonably good time, despite the nasty training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha ha. Even though there's one episode left, I know who won the amazing race season 7. I checked it from the internet. And decided to watch the final peisode next sunday after all. Ok, this might be cheating, but If a certain team would have won there'd be no way I'd watch them win. They didn't. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A-hem. Note to all men above the age of thirty:&lt;/strong&gt; If you see me walking somewhere, (ok, you wouldn't recongize me, but this is a universal RULE) and for some weird  reason you would want to whistle, two things:&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;DON'T&lt;/strong&gt;. Way tacky. Unless I'm on a very good mood, and most likely even then, I'll just show you the finger.&lt;br /&gt;2. If you do whistle, and please don't, it's tacky, &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;at least know how to whistle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. For crying out loud, this should be an obvious point!!! But apparently it isn't. How dumb can you get? Wait. I don't want to know&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388550743654460441-2228693185911425156?l=subtleelegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/feeds/2228693185911425156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3388550743654460441&amp;postID=2228693185911425156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/2228693185911425156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/2228693185911425156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/2007/12/oh-its-winter-snow.html' title='Oh! It&apos;s Winter! Snow!'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13068477117216929874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388550743654460441.post-2375952050827810973</id><published>2007-11-28T21:52:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T22:15:17.665+02:00</updated><title type='text'>OMGWTF</title><content type='html'>Apparently I'm clever or something. I got a 7 from physics. And chemistry. And probably 6 from bio and english. Not bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my great master plan failed. Such a shame. And I used a lot of time for it too.&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention used a lot of money to buy some stuff. Ok, I'd have bought all that anyhow but still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My self-control is great. I bought a bag of candy, because I felt like I needed some sugar. Then I ate about 5 candies, threw the rest away, bought some baby carrots and ate them happily. A slight waste of money, perhaps?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random. I better go do something less random and more significant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388550743654460441-2375952050827810973?l=subtleelegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/feeds/2375952050827810973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3388550743654460441&amp;postID=2375952050827810973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/2375952050827810973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/2375952050827810973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/2007/11/omgwtf.html' title='OMGWTF'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13068477117216929874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388550743654460441.post-8822000929798796361</id><published>2007-11-26T12:14:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T12:31:47.933+02:00</updated><title type='text'>OMFG</title><content type='html'>I have this feeling I get things my way way too easily. I studied approximately 2 hours for my bio exam with a really nasty area (cell respiration, photosynthesis, nucleic acids and proteins). I was totally panicking on the train to school, and had the feeling I should have studied a lot more. (Instead of using the computer until my parents said I should quit, and reading two ther books, which were great. )So, I hoped the multiple questions would be easy, and the rest would be mamageable. Enough to get a 4, at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no. I ended up getting a 6 (or a 7, depending on the grade boundaries). On the IB scale 1-7, 7 being the best. No, I'm not bragging or anything. Haha. Only English left, and no need to study for that one. Not that you could study for a comparative commentary on two unseen texts anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anme, you have my eternal gratitude for recommending that book to me. I loved it. And the second part as well. I'll get the third in a couple of days. Way cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um. I need to go shopping. I have to spend several hours before the cycling club's yearly meeting. Not that I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;had&lt;/span&gt; to go there, but I kind of need to show some papers to the coach before my scary CAS coordinator calls him. My CAS coordinator hates me. She's evil. Although it might be partially because I wasn't quiet and nice on the psychology course she taught us last year. But it's her fault for being a sucky teacher.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388550743654460441-8822000929798796361?l=subtleelegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/feeds/8822000929798796361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3388550743654460441&amp;postID=8822000929798796361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/8822000929798796361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/8822000929798796361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/2007/11/omfg.html' title='OMFG'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13068477117216929874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388550743654460441.post-7332410904740143589</id><published>2007-11-25T16:44:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T16:50:47.403+02:00</updated><title type='text'>16 hours</title><content type='html'>... before my bio exam starts...&lt;br /&gt;Noooo. I have this feeling I should have studied way more. And the bio teacher hates me already, thanks to the episode with the previous exam's scrap paper (see earlier post long ago). A good start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food hygiene training costs loads, sadly. But I really need it for a summer job next summer. Bad thing. Unless I want a dumb job like cleaning or something else equally uninteresting. Bah. Not that it's likely for me to get a decent job anyway, because most summer jobs are gotten by connections. This system sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I better go study biology.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388550743654460441-7332410904740143589?l=subtleelegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/feeds/7332410904740143589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3388550743654460441&amp;postID=7332410904740143589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/7332410904740143589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/7332410904740143589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/2007/11/16-hours.html' title='16 hours'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13068477117216929874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388550743654460441.post-8241097394498655512</id><published>2007-11-23T20:17:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T10:01:03.103+02:00</updated><title type='text'>YAY YAY YAY!</title><content type='html'>So many reasons to be happy. Not even the upcoming Bio exam on Monday can spoil my great mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. We WON the crazy scouts competition which included dressing up in weird doll costumes and running around Helsinki. First out of 88 teams. We rock. And also blew a tenth of our year budget on the party. I ate too much grapes and felt ill and forgot to watch a tv program. Whoops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Exam week is halfway through - 2 down, 2 to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. So far my exam week has been a success. I'd say I got at least a 6 from physics, maybe a 7, and I know I got a 7 from chemistry, because the exam was checked already. And obviously these grades would be in the IB scale from 1 to 7, 7 being the best and 4 being the lowest passing grade. Ad bio and english A2 should be easy - I know everything there is to know about Nucleic acids and Photosynthesis and plant respiration. No way I'll mix DNA translation and transcription, like last time. And anyone can write a decent comparative commentary for english.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I met this nice guy a few days ago. He does have a funny name though. Really funny. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Um. Oh. What else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Less than a month to my b-day. Although I'm not planning to celebrate it or aything. Not that people shouldn't give me loads of gifts. Please do. But I can't bother to have a party or anything. Not that my parents would allow it in first place. Actually, I'll be spending my b-day at school and cycling practise. Yay... I better make my parents invite some relatives over some day so they can give me cool gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I'll spend next friday and saturday looking after a dog. He's nice. His owners have a nice house and a huge tv with a gazillion channels, a fast internet connection and a fancy coffee machine. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And&lt;/span&gt; the people will actually pay me for looking after their nice Jack Russel terrier. Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. The weekend after I'm really busy. We'll have an all-night movie marathon, and then I'll be working at the International dog show. Namely, I'll get free entry on both days, free food and drink, work for a couple precious CAS hours and then go watch the BIS and the way cool other stuff going on, like lama agility.How can lamasa do agility. anyway? I'll have to see that. Way fun. Not to mention the cool people I'll hang out with. I'll need a lot of caffeine on saturday, since it's right after the movie marathon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the bad things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new term starts next Thursday. The bore. And I'll have maths. NOOOOO. I actually have five courses. Two days with lessons until four. And three mornings starting at 8.10. No way I'll make it. Considering how I got severe symptoms of ADHD with long days from 8.10 to 14.30, no way I'll be able to stay awake until 4 pm. Doom awaits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey. I had a term with 7 courses last year, and I made it. Can this be any worse? Nah. I'll make it. Maybe. Most likely. Hope so&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388550743654460441-8241097394498655512?l=subtleelegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/feeds/8241097394498655512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3388550743654460441&amp;postID=8241097394498655512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/8241097394498655512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/8241097394498655512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/2007/11/yay-yay-yay.html' title='YAY YAY YAY!'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13068477117216929874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388550743654460441.post-7496620880938790167</id><published>2007-11-19T15:51:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T16:11:07.939+02:00</updated><title type='text'>No, I'm not wearing a short skirt. My legs just happen to be long, creating an optical illusion of my skirt being on the shortish side</title><content type='html'>I assume the title was self explanatory. I decided to wear my favorite skirt today, which is, according to my mom,  short. She even went as far as to call it a mini, which it isn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, a skirt which may be a tiny bit on the short side, might not be the most convenient thing to wear in the lovely November weather here in Finland, even though I don't live in Lapland or anything. The heating value of it is pretty much inexistent, and the wind causes some other problems. I can avoid freezing by wearing warm clothes as well, but the wind factor is a worse problem. Theoretically I guess I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;could&lt;/span&gt; sew some weights to the hem, but I won't. Too much trouble. Not to mention way inconvenient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my skirt, I got &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; of people staring at me today. Mainly male, with the exception of an older lady who had the strong belief that wearing a skirt like mine was a sin. It was pretty sad. But then again that was the least annoying person looking at my skirt. Hello, talk about hypocrites...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;The train driver guy who didn't bother waiting for me, even though he had to see me running to make it to the train. Obviously you noticed me, considering the way you stared at my legs. BAD&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The weirdly dressed freak with round black sunnies. FREAK. For crying out loud, don't turn around when I've passed you and continue staring. That's way wrong. Don't.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; The "gentleman" who let a middle-aged woman pass you when leaving the train, but  didn't bother to not look at me. HMPFT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And everyone else who did something similar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;I probably won't wear the skirt for some time. Or then I will, despite the trouble. Shall see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388550743654460441-7496620880938790167?l=subtleelegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/feeds/7496620880938790167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3388550743654460441&amp;postID=7496620880938790167' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/7496620880938790167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/7496620880938790167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/2007/11/no-im-not-wearing-short-skirt-my-legs.html' title='No, I&apos;m not wearing a short skirt. My legs just happen to be long, creating an optical illusion of my skirt being on the shortish side'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13068477117216929874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388550743654460441.post-7310734332071559223</id><published>2007-11-13T21:23:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T21:36:00.596+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The problem with multiple calendars</title><content type='html'>... happens to be one I'm experiencing. Seriously. Who volunteers to be the BIG BOSS of a scouts camp over the weekend, when you have your maths, physics and chemistry exams the next week. Not to mention the whole G4 project. *collapses under upcoming workload*.&lt;br /&gt;Yup. That would be me. Whoops. Might be a bad thing considering how I tend to catch a cold on every scouts thing I go to and end up sleeping less than an hour per night. Probably a bad thing, especially with those exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my life isn't a complete mess. My nice parents gave me money, they are opening a new shop I like on Thursday, I'm all hyped up about Christmas (= more shopping not to mention a few weeks off from the nasty concentration camp some mistakenly call school) and I've got only one lab report to write this week. Goody. Not to mention it's party season. And they have a special edition of my fave mascara, but I still won't buy it if they don't have it waterproof. Honestly, wearing watersoluble makeup in Finland's winter is a no-no. I do like the snow, however. It actually is snowing right now, great. Wait. that means that I'll have to get my darling boots fixed, and replace my bike's summer tires with winter ones. Ah, the bore. I better make someone do it for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found the best ever black jeans. The only catch was the price. Slightly more than what I'm willing to pay, but maybe my nice parents will. Come on, a pair of jeans is a must. And I'll need to splurge on the spa set and strengthening nail polish. My nails chip way too often. maybe I'll just get artificial nails. Or hope the strengthener works. Shall see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388550743654460441-7310734332071559223?l=subtleelegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/feeds/7310734332071559223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3388550743654460441&amp;postID=7310734332071559223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/7310734332071559223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/7310734332071559223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/2007/11/problem-with-multiple-calendars.html' title='The problem with multiple calendars'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13068477117216929874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388550743654460441.post-8499978845842271710</id><published>2007-11-12T15:17:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T14:00:20.473+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling random</title><content type='html'>We had Saturday school on the 10th. Trust me to come up with some cunning plan to avoid it. So, instead of having to go to school for one lesson, I decide to arrange a scouts camp thingy. It was something I'd have to do anyway, so why not now? However, I ended up having to wake up way earlier than I would have if I'd have gone to school (I woke up at 6:54, too cruel) AND my hair still smells a bit like smoke even though I've washed it three times (!!!) after coming home. It's a lot beter now, though. But still. I finally got home around 2 pm yesterday after a fun weekend which involved way too little sleep, non-gourmet food, playing around in the snow and a shocking game of spin-the-bottle. Seriously. My scouts group managed to shock me. BIG time. Seriously. And to think that they're small not-so-innocent girls between 12 and 15 years. Gah. Not to mention the other leader, 16, but still.  And trust the other leader to ask all sorts of bitchy questions about this guy I'm interested in. Gah. Talk about annoying. I didn't end up lying, though. But I didn't tell the whole truth, not even close. Ha. And she ended up confessing  she was bi, which slightly freaked me out. Totally freaked me out, to be more precise. Honestly, she scares me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got the exclusive magazine from my favorite store. I saw loads of way cute yet not that cheap stuff I instantly needed. Bad me. But then again I do suffer from chronic shopaholism. Too bad. And I just got a nice amount of money, so I should do fine. Not to mention that my parents will pay for some of the stuff. A way too small part of them though, but still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went shopping today and had to use the subway. I've got nothing against it in general, but today, however, I had a tiny problem. I was wearing my favorite skirt, which happens to be a bit on the short side. It is longer than my coat, though. Not short as in slutty, but way above kneelength. So, I got some guys, most of which were way older, staring at me. Not fun. Although some of them were younger and not bad-looking. But still. In general, not that great. But wearing a short-ish skirt does boost anyone's ego. I totally recommend it. Assuming you are female and don't have way too fat legs. In that case, don't. It's a severe crime towards style and the people around you. Or at least me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have to finish this written assignment for English A2 by tomorrow. Not fun. I better go write it.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388550743654460441-8499978845842271710?l=subtleelegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/feeds/8499978845842271710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3388550743654460441&amp;postID=8499978845842271710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/8499978845842271710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/8499978845842271710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/2007/11/feeling-random.html' title='Feeling random'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13068477117216929874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388550743654460441.post-6577256831534861513</id><published>2007-11-07T17:09:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T21:44:14.306+02:00</updated><title type='text'>When the system is to be blamed,</title><content type='html'>blame the system. Or thats what I do, at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what you get from all the money saved on our mental healthcare. Someone goes crazy and shoots other poor people. I never thought this could happen here. Finlad was supposed to be safe. Turns out I was wrong. Some guy a year older than me went and shot his principal and seven others. Scary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388550743654460441-6577256831534861513?l=subtleelegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/feeds/6577256831534861513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3388550743654460441&amp;postID=6577256831534861513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/6577256831534861513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/6577256831534861513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/2007/11/when-system-makes-no-sense-or-is-dumb.html' title='When the system is to be blamed,'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13068477117216929874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388550743654460441.post-9093842525444529967</id><published>2007-11-05T15:26:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T15:39:27.796+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I love my life. Currently, anyway</title><content type='html'>Whatever. I just paid for my ticket to Girugämesh at Tavastia, 2.2.08. I shocked a few people by this info, namely 2, so far. I expect the number to grow radically by the time I let more people know about it. The people I shocked so far: the person at the ticket service. Apparently I didn't look like the type who would go see a j-rock band. especially when the line for front-row places for the Dir en gray gig today extended around the block, full of people who did look like j-rock fans.&lt;br /&gt;The same thing was a large-ish surprise to a classmate of mine I knew was into j-rock. She literally screamed "what" and was all like wtf for some time. And I thought she did know what kind of music I listened to. anyhow, she's going too, and I'm calling my other j-rock-type-friends to see if they're coming as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388550743654460441-9093842525444529967?l=subtleelegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/feeds/9093842525444529967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3388550743654460441&amp;postID=9093842525444529967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/9093842525444529967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/9093842525444529967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-love-my-life-currently-anyway.html' title='I love my life. Currently, anyway'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13068477117216929874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388550743654460441.post-631037765825561508</id><published>2007-11-04T21:44:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T22:05:43.741+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Overhyped - yay yay yay</title><content type='html'>Ok, I currently I feel great&lt;br /&gt;I had a great day at this completety crazy detective/city orienteering/random competition which involved coming up with totally mad conspiracy theories and dressing up in a weird way - and walking around the center of Helsinki. It was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, my new favorite band since not long ago, Girugämesh, is coming to Finland in February. I already booked my ticket. Now I'll just need to persuade someone else to come there too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388550743654460441-631037765825561508?l=subtleelegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/feeds/631037765825561508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3388550743654460441&amp;postID=631037765825561508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/631037765825561508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/631037765825561508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/2007/11/overhyped-yay-yay-yay.html' title='Overhyped - yay yay yay'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13068477117216929874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388550743654460441.post-8845889828975274055</id><published>2007-10-30T18:01:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T21:54:50.600+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Reasons, Glitter and Flu</title><content type='html'>Anyhow, time to update. And since I've just caught a cold, no-one should question my right to hog the computer all for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[15 min later someone does question my right &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; takes the computer away from me]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About last Friday. Yes, my reason to skip school was great. I spent the day at this seminar-meeting-politics-thingy. Very honorable and cool. My bio teacher was very impressed and didn't mind at all that I missed my lesson even though it was supposedly an important lab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloween. A great excuse to dress up in a weird way and have fun. Naturally. I had an awesome time at a friend's halloween party. And my costume was great. Especially the gloves. They rocked. The bad thing was the glitter. The tiger fur pattern was made of golden glitter, which got stuck everywhere. Literally. But I must say that the pvc tail was going slightly over the top. Probably why I didn't wear it except for the few minutes when we picked the best costume. Anyhow, I had a great time, despite the glitter that I found from my face/hair/top even the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent a few hours on Sunday at a books/food event. I got loads of freebies, including two books. And they had all sorts of yummy cheeses etc to taste. Then I got annoyed on monday when I didn't find the herb feta from the shop they said it would be. Bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I caught a horrible flu. I felt like sh*t for days, but had to go to school because of the labs we had. I hate labs. And my chemistry teacher. And... many other things&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388550743654460441-8845889828975274055?l=subtleelegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/feeds/8845889828975274055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3388550743654460441&amp;postID=8845889828975274055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/8845889828975274055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/8845889828975274055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/2007/10/reasons-glitter-and-flu.html' title='Reasons, Glitter and Flu'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13068477117216929874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388550743654460441.post-1221751881074069988</id><published>2007-10-26T22:34:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T22:47:48.368+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Way cool</title><content type='html'>I had the best excuse ever to skip school today. And a reason good enough to gain you lots of respect from the teachers, luckily including my science teachers whe didn't end up minding that I missed an apparently important lab on how to use some Vernier equipment. My chemistry teacher seemed  a bit angry at first, but when she heard why I'd take the day off and that the bio or physics teachers not to mention my group teacher were ok with it, she didn't complain. Sometimes I get this feeling that all the teachers in our school have been kidnapped by aliens and replaced with clones which are loads more sympathetic. Why do so, I have no clue. But that happens to be the only logical explanation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah. I have to stop now, thanks to my brother who apparentlyneeds the computer right now. Boo. I'll write more on what I actually did today later, if I bother. Maybe. Who knows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388550743654460441-1221751881074069988?l=subtleelegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/feeds/1221751881074069988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3388550743654460441&amp;postID=1221751881074069988' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/1221751881074069988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/1221751881074069988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/2007/10/way-cool.html' title='Way cool'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13068477117216929874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388550743654460441.post-7762933537417000367</id><published>2007-10-25T15:15:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T15:17:31.160+03:00</updated><title type='text'>An unimportant notice</title><content type='html'>I started a new blog, to put the ranting there and the other stuff here. The possible problem with that is, that I'll end up not writing  here anymore. Check out &lt;a href="http://aboveallthat.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://aboveallthat.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388550743654460441-7762933537417000367?l=subtleelegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/feeds/7762933537417000367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3388550743654460441&amp;postID=7762933537417000367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/7762933537417000367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/7762933537417000367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/2007/10/unimportant-notice.html' title='An unimportant notice'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13068477117216929874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388550743654460441.post-8071871175053292244</id><published>2007-10-23T18:55:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T18:58:02.064+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh.</title><content type='html'>I nearly forgot. I did pass my Bio exam after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did my hug button go???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388550743654460441-8071871175053292244?l=subtleelegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/feeds/8071871175053292244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3388550743654460441&amp;postID=8071871175053292244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/8071871175053292244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/8071871175053292244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/2007/10/oh.html' title='Oh.'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13068477117216929874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388550743654460441.post-5234096699052315547</id><published>2007-10-23T17:52:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T18:59:44.251+03:00</updated><title type='text'>I.Hate.The.IB(O).</title><content type='html'>The title is self-explanatory. After hours of trying to find out the other major source of error in our lab on the salt content of a sausage. Who cares, anyway? After all, our teachers in A1 and A2 languages repeat over and over thet "the IBO doesn't care" if someone adds something personal  to an essay. So, no-one cares. I might have found out the source of error. And it took only 3 hours or so. Par-tay. Our chemistry teacher is such a bitch to give our first real lab report on CE (conclusion and evaluation), the hardest possible area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another reason to hate the IB, or more accurately, my school, is the whole environment prize it won. Now we have to watch The Inconvenient Truth (ok, nothing against that) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; go visit a dump. Honestly, could anything be more useless??? And they are during school hours, theoretically. Bad thing is that the event iis tomorrow. I happen to have school for the first two lessons only, so I'd have to waste an afternoon at a dump. If I'd miss lessons, I'd be totally into the whole thing. But no. And I have a praparatory meeting for this seminar I'm going to on friday, and I'll miss its beginning because of this. I've got nothing against the movie, but the dump? No thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have a problem. How on earth do you pronounce "touché"? I feel dumb. Someone help me. I have a feeling that I know, but it sounds weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind... What else...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My calendar is a chaos. No, seriously. It's got way more stuff than there would fit. Every night for the next two weeks I'd need to be in two places the same time. And that's excluding my cycling practises. Oh dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm a bad person as well. According to the quiz at &lt;a href="http://www.myfootprint.org/"&gt;http://www.myfootprint.org/&lt;/a&gt; my ecological footprint is 13,2 global hectares. If everyone live like me, we'd need 7,3 planets. Whoops. The average ecological footprint in Finland is 8,4 global hectares. Now I feel even worse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388550743654460441-5234096699052315547?l=subtleelegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/feeds/5234096699052315547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3388550743654460441&amp;postID=5234096699052315547' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/5234096699052315547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/5234096699052315547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/2007/10/ihatetheibo.html' title='I.Hate.The.IB(O).'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13068477117216929874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388550743654460441.post-6375663063286416297</id><published>2007-10-22T14:43:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T15:05:07.721+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to school... blah.</title><content type='html'>After a week (plus the weekend before, obviously) without school I had to return to my ordinary rhythm of waking up way too eary, going to school, doing something and going to sleep way too early. Or then going to sleep way too late, ie normal time, but too late when considering that I have to wake up really early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I happily spent the autumn break thinking about everything else  except for school. Now I should have read the most boring book ever (Kazuo Ishiguro's The remains of the day) by tomorrow. Whoops. Something's telling me I maybe should have read more that 100 pages so far. But the book happens to be really long and totally boring. How it ever won the booker prize or had a movie made of it, I have no clue. Ok, I kind of get it that the theme can be related to any time d the book is kind of deep, but still! Gah. Thank God for SparkNotes. I love that website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else? Um. I spent last monday and tuesday shooting a tv program, and the rest of the break raking our backyard. And the yard of our summer place. Fun. not. Oh and I went swimming. In a lake. It was cold-ish. Around 4 C. Ok, freezing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I tried to find new jeans, but failed so far. Honestly, who buys all that weird stuff theshops are full of? I have to try again. Bah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388550743654460441-6375663063286416297?l=subtleelegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/feeds/6375663063286416297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3388550743654460441&amp;postID=6375663063286416297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/6375663063286416297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/6375663063286416297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/2007/10/back-to-school-blah.html' title='Back to school... blah.'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13068477117216929874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388550743654460441.post-220806827590360076</id><published>2007-10-14T20:06:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T13:57:09.655+03:00</updated><title type='text'>WTF? (blond syndrome attack)</title><content type='html'>On my dashboard it says that I have 53 posts, on my blog it says that I have 48. weird. One more after this, maybe. Or then not. Weird.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I'm such a blonde. Never mind&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388550743654460441-220806827590360076?l=subtleelegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/feeds/220806827590360076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3388550743654460441&amp;postID=220806827590360076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/220806827590360076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/220806827590360076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/2007/10/wtf_14.html' title='WTF? (blond syndrome attack)'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13068477117216929874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388550743654460441.post-3093239182686262310</id><published>2007-10-14T19:36:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T19:58:46.599+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Of ambiguosities (&lt;- is that a word???) and withdrawal  symptoms</title><content type='html'>I'm lazy. I had to check up the "withdrawal symptom" word from the dictionary, but I was too lazy to go find the one from my room. Like less than ten meters away. Instead, I had to go to an online translator, or many (all of the real sucky) and I ended up not finding a translation. Darn. So I had to go to my room and fetch the dictionary anyway. What a waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;too bad I don't own a phrase dictionary of Italian, since I want to know the real translation of "Così è, se vi pare". I found the quote somewhere a few months ago and then I forgot the translation. And when I googled it, I found two different translations. Gaah. I so hate ambiguous cases. It's either "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;Right You Are - If You Think You Are" &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt; "As you like it". In either case, I like it. And as I think I'm roght, I am. As &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; like it.&lt;br /&gt;Problem solved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a great movie with my friend. It's fifteen years old or so. A Chinese Ghost Story, by Ching-Siu Tung. I think that's how you spell the name. I'm way too lazy to check. Anyway, it was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our better computer is running out of memory (who told my brother to rip all those cds?) and we have to remove loads of stuff. Most of it will be burned on dvds, so my brother had to change the cd-thingy (no clue whatsoever on the real word, and couldn't care less either) to one which reads and writes dvds. So, he spent an hour or so doing it, and then loads of time burning his stuff to dvds. Then the internet stopped working. I got on a really bad mood because he was annoying (although I plead the fifth and blame withdrawal symptoms) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; hogging the computer. Oh and he questioned the quality of the music I was listening to (Ame no Orchestra by MUCC). He was all like "do you call that music" and "that hasn't seen music, ever" and "That's nothing". Such a nice guy, he sure is. Always. NOT. And then his girlfriend came over and I can't be nasty to him. His luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The internet works again. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And speaking of burning stuff, we were discussing the memory problem of our computer a week ago or so. I asked would my parents pay for the dvds/cds I needed for my stuff and they said yes, and my brother said "Yes, everything you want to keep will be burned". Accidentally. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388550743654460441-3093239182686262310?l=subtleelegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/feeds/3093239182686262310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3388550743654460441&amp;postID=3093239182686262310' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/3093239182686262310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/3093239182686262310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/2007/10/of-ambiguosities-is-that-word-and.html' title='Of ambiguosities (&lt;- is that a word???) and withdrawal  symptoms'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13068477117216929874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388550743654460441.post-8109895611346732356</id><published>2007-10-13T10:35:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T10:43:55.428+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay!</title><content type='html'>I got a 7 from English A2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little brother thought it was funny and laughed at me because he thought that I was really sucky. Then he was told that the IB grade system is 1-7, not 4-10. Ha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388550743654460441-8109895611346732356?l=subtleelegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/feeds/8109895611346732356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3388550743654460441&amp;postID=8109895611346732356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/8109895611346732356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/8109895611346732356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/2007/10/yay.html' title='Yay!'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13068477117216929874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388550743654460441.post-6868003063384020911</id><published>2007-10-10T11:52:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T11:58:46.748+03:00</updated><title type='text'>It all makes sense the way I say it</title><content type='html'>Like when they sell chocolate unforgivably cheap, I just have to buy it. But where did all those people appear from? Like half of the city was at Stockmann. I seriously need to be there earlier tomorrow. Good thing my school starts with our group meeting at 10:55, So I'll have plenty of time before that. Yay! I so love shopping. I saw the cutest dress ever (a status which changes often, I tell you), at Zara, and only 49,95. And lots of other things too. The bag which I had planned to buy from Stockmann wasn't es nice as it seemd in the catalogue, so I skipped it and bought food instead. And still 4 hours before the meeting of our set design (or is it script) group's meeting. I may have to go to Stockmann again. If I get bored or the library staff shoo me out. Hope not, cause that would be destructive to my bank account.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388550743654460441-6868003063384020911?l=subtleelegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/feeds/6868003063384020911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3388550743654460441&amp;postID=6868003063384020911' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/6868003063384020911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/6868003063384020911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/2007/10/it-all-makes-sense-way-i-say-it.html' title='It all makes sense the way I say it'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13068477117216929874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388550743654460441.post-2570182253612026124</id><published>2007-10-09T21:19:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T14:00:22.634+03:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt;3 GALNA DAGAR</title><content type='html'>Yes, I hate the heart symbol too. I used it just for the sake of being annoying. Title is supposed to be self-explanatory.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388550743654460441-2570182253612026124?l=subtleelegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/feeds/2570182253612026124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3388550743654460441&amp;postID=2570182253612026124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/2570182253612026124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/2570182253612026124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/2007/10/3-galna-dagar.html' title='&lt;3 GALNA DAGAR'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13068477117216929874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388550743654460441.post-467424157757320798</id><published>2007-10-08T21:24:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T21:28:27.433+03:00</updated><title type='text'>My luck</title><content type='html'>... to get my estimated score in the Swedish matriculation exam on the border of an L and an E. Well, now all I need to do is to wait until december and hope that the other 11000 people were really sucky and that the person checking my exam at the YTL will raise my points in the essay. Hope so.&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm not frustrated at all. But I did do better than some others in my group. And an E is really good anyway. Hey, No swedish studies ever again. Par-tay!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still. I'm kind of annoyed. Ok, it's pretty sure that I will end up getting an E, but still. Aargh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388550743654460441-467424157757320798?l=subtleelegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/feeds/467424157757320798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3388550743654460441&amp;postID=467424157757320798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/467424157757320798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/467424157757320798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-luck.html' title='My luck'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13068477117216929874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388550743654460441.post-5068366468403214932</id><published>2007-10-06T09:23:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T09:39:22.438+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies</title><content type='html'>I just finished watching the totally best movie ever. A Terracotta warrior, by whats-his-name. Who cares. Anyhow, it was like the best movie I've seen in ages. Although it was quite sad. Really sad. I almost cried. Ok, I bawled my eyes off. Not. But there was a happy end, kind of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I want to see A Chinese Ghost Story. there were some trailers in the Terracotta warrior, and I got totally hooked to A Chinese Ghost Story. They have it in the library, so I'll get it in a few days. PAR-TAY!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388550743654460441-5068366468403214932?l=subtleelegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/feeds/5068366468403214932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3388550743654460441&amp;postID=5068366468403214932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/5068366468403214932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/5068366468403214932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/2007/10/movies.html' title='Movies'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13068477117216929874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388550743654460441.post-3410174283700597058</id><published>2007-10-05T17:36:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T18:27:40.449+03:00</updated><title type='text'>WTF?</title><content type='html'>I did pass physics. Even with a grade a lot better than I thought. And the sale at my favorite shop starts next week. And I even have money. Now that's something, considering my inexistent skills at saving money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also passed every exam I've already gotten back. I'm pretty sure I passed bio as well, but I'm not that sure about it because papers 1 and 2 might be graded separately. That might be bad, considering how I lost a lot of points with that essay. But I think I passed. If the grade boundaries are around the same as in other sciences' paper 2s. Hope so. Cecause then I did actually quite well. Hey, if the grading is like in Chemistry, I might get a 7!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My abs hurt like hell because of the pilates and the 30km cycling. Otherwise it would have been no prob whatsoever, but halfway through it started to rain. I got totally soaked. Not fun. And I might be getting flu or something. BUT because I feel ill, I decided to skip today's cycling practise. Good thing too, because we'd have a test on how good form we are in, like how many abs or pushups you can do in a minute or running the totally horrible line thing or something. The moral of the story: excercise on the previous day without stretching, and you can skip next day's horrible practise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388550743654460441-3410174283700597058?l=subtleelegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/feeds/3410174283700597058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3388550743654460441&amp;postID=3410174283700597058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/3410174283700597058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/3410174283700597058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/2007/10/wtf.html' title='WTF?'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13068477117216929874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388550743654460441.post-2997693429515342196</id><published>2007-10-03T12:21:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T12:31:00.100+03:00</updated><title type='text'>A fortune for the ground to swallow me... but no.</title><content type='html'>Well. The good news is that I passed my bio exam. Ha. And that I have no exam=no school tomorrow. But the bad thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bio exam as a nightmare, and I had a scrap paper with me. I was writing there bullet points for an essay answer, and I was really frustrated and on a crappy mood. So, I start to write all kinds of stuff on the paper. Not positive stuff about the exam, seriously. Why did I do that?! *slaps self*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, when I go to return my exam paper, I accidentally leave also my scrap paper on the teacher's table. And then when the teacher returns our exams after a break (we corrected each others' papers) she says something about an extra paper. I realize that it was my scrap paper and fetch it and crumple it and drop it to the paper recycling container. The teacher looked at me in this really weird way. One of these moments when you wonder do this kind of things ever happen to anyone else. Why was I so dumb as to leave that paper there??? Nooo. Now the teacher will always stare at me in this really angry way. And I've got Higher Level bio. Darn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, I've got every right to write whatever I wish on my scrap paper. Hey, it's my scrap paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the essay I was writing the bullet points about... turns out I wrote about a wrong topic and got zero points.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388550743654460441-2997693429515342196?l=subtleelegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/feeds/2997693429515342196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3388550743654460441&amp;postID=2997693429515342196' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/2997693429515342196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/2997693429515342196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/2007/10/fortune-for-ground-to-swallow-me-but-no.html' title='A fortune for the ground to swallow me... but no.'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13068477117216929874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388550743654460441.post-859413297500103936</id><published>2007-10-02T14:03:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T14:10:17.246+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Exam week SUCKS!</title><content type='html'>No, seriously. I have no reason to love studying chemistry and BIO and all these other subjects. Ok, I've only got one exam I need to study for left, but still. And then I end up spending my time doing everything else which is more interesting than studying. Like yesterday I even spent an hour or so cleaning the house. Hello, desperation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, but after the Bio exam tomorrow it's all over (ok, I've still got the english exam on friday, but thats only like an essay on some media issue, so no way I can study for that one. And no exam=no school on thursday. Par-tay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm like five entries behind on my CAS diary. Lazy me. I better finish them today, before I'll have any more to write about. And the weather is sucky. As always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a totally cute leather jacket from my mom's wardrobe. She got it from her sister, and now I hogged ot for myself. Finders, keepers. Although my mom was all ok about me using it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388550743654460441-859413297500103936?l=subtleelegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/feeds/859413297500103936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3388550743654460441&amp;postID=859413297500103936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/859413297500103936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/859413297500103936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/2007/10/exam-week-sucks.html' title='Exam week SUCKS!'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13068477117216929874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388550743654460441.post-4132019830847612430</id><published>2007-09-29T22:16:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T22:24:05.165+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>Why on earth did they limit the size of the file they wanted?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're taking part to this totally cool event with my scouts group. We have to sing up with an e-mail with a photo with a certain topic attached. The bad thing is, that I used my brother's über-great professional-quality digital camera - and the file size was six times the maximum they accepted. Whoops. After some serious cropping and making the image quality worse, I finally made it into the 200 kb allowed. Why didn't they just  allow all sizes, and use a better e-mail in order not to block it???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah. And I had to disfigure my masterpiece photo. All for no real use. Such a shame.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388550743654460441-4132019830847612430?l=subtleelegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/feeds/4132019830847612430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3388550743654460441&amp;postID=4132019830847612430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/4132019830847612430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/4132019830847612430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/2007/09/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13068477117216929874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388550743654460441.post-2133569735011061245</id><published>2007-09-29T06:55:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T06:58:15.482+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Phew.</title><content type='html'>It might not have been that bad. I think I did pretty well *touches wood*. But I'll get the preliminary results in a few weeks, the final scores I'll get in December. Touch sh*t if the  scores say I'm on the border between two grades. That would mean I'll be totally nervous until I get the final results. Hope not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388550743654460441-2133569735011061245?l=subtleelegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/feeds/2133569735011061245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3388550743654460441&amp;postID=2133569735011061245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/2133569735011061245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/2133569735011061245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/2007/09/phew.html' title='Phew.'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13068477117216929874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388550743654460441.post-1280038294873415237</id><published>2007-09-27T15:23:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T15:25:47.513+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Wish me good luck</title><content type='html'>Here goes nothing&lt;br /&gt;I'll stop doing useless stuff and study instead. If I'm not too shocked tomorrow, I'll write how the exam went. Maybe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388550743654460441-1280038294873415237?l=subtleelegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/feeds/1280038294873415237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3388550743654460441&amp;postID=1280038294873415237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/1280038294873415237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/1280038294873415237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/2007/09/wish-me-good-luck.html' title='Wish me good luck'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13068477117216929874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388550743654460441.post-907526423042407982</id><published>2007-09-27T14:47:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T06:59:08.891+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow this time it's all over.</title><content type='html'>Oh d-d-dear d-d-dear! -Piglet, from Winnie the Pooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words, I've got the matriculation exam for swedish tomorrow. Amd I've got ythis feeling I should be studying. But honestly, what use will I have of knowing that a widow is en änka in swedish. Or that the Nobel prize of Chemistry is Nobelpriset i kemi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No use whatsoever. The good thing is, that if (and when) I'll get an E (or an L) that after tomorrow I'll neverever need to study swedish. Partay! Jag ska ha en fest!!! Eller inte. And I've already lost 7/90 in the listening comprehension, so I can only afford to lose about 20 points in the reading comprehension and essay in order to get an L, or about 50 points to get an E. Ok, I'll get an E. *knocks wood*I will! And then a few weeks before I'll get to know the results. And then they'll be moderated, and I'll get to know my final grade in december.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm hoping I passed my physics exam, meaning I got 20 points out of 50. That's what it takes. I hope I did. Otherwise I'm in trouble. N´But my finnish exam went really well. Or that's what I think, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just decided I have to go to cycling practise tocay. Otherwise I'll just start panicking loads and walk around the house in a circle until I make a hole in the floor. And then I wouldn't get sleep or something. So I'll go to practise to get something done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of getting something done, I'll need to buy food for the exam. Like a really clever person (my brother's girlfriend) said, the matriculation exam is a 6-hour picnic. That requires a lot of chocolate and something alse too. Maybe. That means that I'll have to drag myself to the shop and buy something. Quelle hard work... but what must be done must be done. I guess. *starts planning what to eat*&lt;br /&gt;Behold my wondrous list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;chocolate&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;something to drink&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;something else to eat&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Boy is my list great. Or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I better concentrate. Or go study the irregular verbs. Jag ska &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gå&lt;/span&gt; göra det. Jag &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;går&lt;/span&gt; nu. Nehej, jag &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gick&lt;/span&gt; inte. Har har inte ännu &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gått&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Min svenska är great. No doubt I'll do fine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388550743654460441-907526423042407982?l=subtleelegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/feeds/907526423042407982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3388550743654460441&amp;postID=907526423042407982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/907526423042407982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/907526423042407982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/2007/09/tomorrow-this-time-its-all-over.html' title='Tomorrow this time it&apos;s all over.'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13068477117216929874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388550743654460441.post-7387272442865129554</id><published>2007-09-26T12:22:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T12:30:26.859+03:00</updated><title type='text'>The equation of my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The cost of all the things I need &gt; The money I have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;= Bad thing&lt;br /&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt; M &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;= &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;B&lt;br /&gt;I order to solve this, either T must be reduced (won&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;t work, the result won&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;t be a rational number) or M must be increased. This would result in G, (Good thing).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha. I wish. And comme toujours je suis tres random. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388550743654460441-7387272442865129554?l=subtleelegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/feeds/7387272442865129554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3388550743654460441&amp;postID=7387272442865129554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/7387272442865129554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/7387272442865129554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/2007/09/equation-of-my-life.html' title='The equation of my life'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13068477117216929874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388550743654460441.post-3419831034761823915</id><published>2007-09-26T12:11:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T12:29:18.086+03:00</updated><title type='text'>A humble request</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Dear physics teacher: Please give me a 4 from the exam so that I will pass this course and I don&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;’t need to retake the exam. I know I should have studied more and I need to do it in the future, but I had to study for my matriculation exam in swedish and that took up most of my time. Please have mercy on me and give me the passing grade. Pretty please??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;*puppy eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Thats not too much wanted, is it???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, this library computer has a serious problem. It doesn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;’t recognise the symbols and if I wanted to write something I need to copy-paste it from Word, where I can add a symbol. Sucky computer. It worked just fine last week, and now it only recognises the alphabet and the Enter sign. I hate you too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388550743654460441-3419831034761823915?l=subtleelegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/feeds/3419831034761823915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3388550743654460441&amp;postID=3419831034761823915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/3419831034761823915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/3419831034761823915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/2007/09/humble-request.html' title='A humble request'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13068477117216929874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388550743654460441.post-6061747649124866907</id><published>2007-09-25T13:32:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T13:58:20.219+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping day! Once again</title><content type='html'>Seriously. These skip lessons and cancelled lessons are killing me. Or, more precisely, killing my bank account. I've spent 60 in three days, and I saw a totally cute waist belt and bag and silk top and silk dress and found a new parfume and... The list goes on and on. Not to mention I should be saving money for a new road bike. Why can't some billionaire see me on the street and donate me a fortune for no reason?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I had to buy the purple silky top I saw yesterday, and then I needed the new shampoo and another top. So far I've only bouhgt 3 things today. Must be a record of some sort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I walked past this dumb group of people who were trying to sell some hair stylers and they offered to do my hair for free. Ok, I said and sat on the chair. The sales person (her name was Vida or something) started this advertising speech about a hair styler I knew I had no intention to buy and curled my hair at the same time. Then she accidentally sprayed some hair lotion thingy to my shopping bag (thank God it didn't go through the paper bag and spoil my new silky top, or I'd have probably &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fed&lt;/span&gt; that hair styler to her. Or burned her hair with it. Whatevs. Then when the curls on my hair looked way weird and I was bored with the whole thing, she actually mentioned the price of the dumb hair styler "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;only 200, but with a 50% discount 'cause they've just opened in Finland&lt;/span&gt;". I was all like wtf and then she asked did I like my hair the way she had done it. I was only like "maybe not quite my thing" and didn't say anything I really was thinking. So then she straightened my hair back. And burned a bit of my scalp when she wasn't being careful. Not surprisingly, I didn't buy the product and told her I'd find a cheaper one also made out of ceramic. She didn't believe I'd find one and acted like a real bitch. But I did find one at Hair Store. Ha! The moral of the story: Don't believe salespeople or let them style your hair. Avoid them like the plague.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388550743654460441-6061747649124866907?l=subtleelegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/feeds/6061747649124866907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3388550743654460441&amp;postID=6061747649124866907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/6061747649124866907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/6061747649124866907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/2007/09/shopping-day-once-again.html' title='Shopping day! Once again'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13068477117216929874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388550743654460441.post-8973569448326337497</id><published>2007-09-24T12:03:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T12:21:22.115+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cirque du Soleil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Delirium'/><title type='text'>Delirium! continued</title><content type='html'>Two hours later, another library, another computer. I just found out that they sell the cd with the soundtrack of Delirium in the internet shop if Cirque du Soleil, yay! And its not even that expensive. Ok, everything is relative, I guess, but its not that bad and I want a few of those songs really badly. Not surprisingly, they don't sell Cirque du Soleil soundtracks in Itunes. Dumb I-tunes.&lt;br /&gt;And I found the cutest top even, purple and made out of some silky material, they actually had the right size and it was only 20e. Happy day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a lot better grades from my lab reports that I had expected, although they could have been a lot better. Still, I did get full marks from Design. Nothing said about Data collection and processing of Conclusion and evaluation... You can't expect everything to go perfectly. And it was my first official lab report ever. lol. I first wrote "my first official lad report"... my typo problem can be entertaining as well. Ha. And another 3 hours before my next lesson... And again my time on the library computer is up, so I have to quit. I'll go study swedish or something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388550743654460441-8973569448326337497?l=subtleelegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/feeds/8973569448326337497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3388550743654460441&amp;postID=8973569448326337497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/8973569448326337497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/8973569448326337497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/2007/09/delirium-continued.html' title='Delirium! continued'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13068477117216929874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388550743654460441.post-343837240437970884</id><published>2007-09-24T09:00:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T09:05:10.829+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Delirium!</title><content type='html'>That was just amazing... One of these moments when you decide you want to be a circus worker when you grow up. And I want the cd with all the songs from the show. That one is still ringing in my head. "one chance gotta take it, don't let it go..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love cirque du soleil.&lt;br /&gt;And my time on the library computer is running out, so I have to quit. More later. Maybe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388550743654460441-343837240437970884?l=subtleelegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/feeds/343837240437970884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3388550743654460441&amp;postID=343837240437970884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/343837240437970884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/343837240437970884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/2007/09/delirium_23.html' title='Delirium!'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13068477117216929874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388550743654460441.post-2667224741585955478</id><published>2007-09-23T12:25:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T12:41:48.304+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cirque du Soleil'/><title type='text'>Delirium</title><content type='html'>No, not quite literally. Duhh. I haven't consumed that much alcohol or studied swedish way too much lately. The Delirium I'm referring to is the show of the Cirque du Soleil, a canadian circus which is currently in Finland for a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course my parents bought us tickets. Sadly, they are "our early b-day presents". Phooey. What did I do wrong to deserve such a fair treatment? And that means they won't buy me a bike. Not that they wouldanyhow, cause they apparently think it's too expensive. Come on,  they bought by brother a really expensive bike and he quit after competing one season. Talk about fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway, I'm going to the performance tonight and I'll lose a few precious hours of study time. Too bad. I've already lost a lot more when I've been on the computer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388550743654460441-2667224741585955478?l=subtleelegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/feeds/2667224741585955478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3388550743654460441&amp;postID=2667224741585955478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/2667224741585955478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/2667224741585955478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/2007/09/delirium.html' title='Delirium'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13068477117216929874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388550743654460441.post-3211655363279400763</id><published>2007-09-22T06:24:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T13:45:44.063+03:00</updated><title type='text'>I've got a memory problem</title><content type='html'>Maybe I should become a professor, cause they're all absent-minded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was a really dumb thing to forget too. Duhh. This will annoy me like for ages. Or then, more likely, I'll forget all about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388550743654460441-3211655363279400763?l=subtleelegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/feeds/3211655363279400763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3388550743654460441&amp;postID=3211655363279400763' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/3211655363279400763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/3211655363279400763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/2007/09/ive-got-memory-problem.html' title='I&apos;ve got a memory problem'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13068477117216929874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388550743654460441.post-6581550687592682462</id><published>2007-09-21T21:10:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T21:33:53.320+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='panicking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='swedish'/><title type='text'>Oh ****</title><content type='html'>One week... before the damn swedish final exam. And exam week starts on wednesday, with two "normal" exams before the swedish final. Sadly, they both are ones that require studying for. Oj då. I wish I'll pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoppa-shoppar-shoppade-shoppat. Who says I can't conjugate verbs? I noticed, once again, that I've used loads of money for random stuff x. And that might be a not-so-good thing. And a lot of the stuff I bought I'll actually never wear. Like that  knit dress. The color doesn't fit me at all. I look all pale in it. But I need loads of other stuff, such as a few pairs of new jeans and more make-up and shoes and a coat and a bag and other clothes. I need to a) win a lot of money in the lottery or b) make friends with a generous person who has recently won a lot of money in the lottery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather is still sucky. I hate fall even more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the most useless two hours of my life yesterday at some lecture about an internet science magazine for teens. Seriously. But they did give us cider (non-alcoholic &lt;-boo) and cake&lt;br /&gt;(it didn't even taste that good and still contained loads of calories). And I was late from NÄT. No use whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My freaky chemistry teacher showedsigns of uncommon behaviour today. She actually believed my excuse for "I really don't understand this stuff". That bis like the most obvious lie ever. The real story: " I couldn't bother to do my homework". But anyway she didn't mind at all and then when I had finished the excercises given during the lesson really fast (obviously I did know what to do, I always had and it was really easy) she told me to do them out on the chalkboard since they were so well done. Apparently most of the others sisn't know how to do them well. Anyway, she spent the rest of the lesson (5 minutes or so) prainising my solutions. That was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;way&lt;/span&gt; annoying. Seriously. I hate that person. But maybe she really thought that I had just understood the theory during the lesson. Poor teacher. But hey, despite the awkwardness, this might rise my attitude grade to an a instead of the c I thought I'd get. Hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I had a great time at NÄT, when I finally got there almost two hours late thanks to the boring lecture on the science magazine thingy. And I found the cutest silk dress ever, sadly it costs a fortune so I don't know should I buy it. And I need a gym bag and excercise clothes and excercise shoes and... and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the shopaholic went on and on with the endless shopping list. Until everyone else fell asleep from boredom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388550743654460441-6581550687592682462?l=subtleelegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/feeds/6581550687592682462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3388550743654460441&amp;postID=6581550687592682462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/6581550687592682462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/6581550687592682462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/2007/09/oh.html' title='Oh ****'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13068477117216929874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388550743654460441.post-4379904763375924627</id><published>2007-09-20T11:44:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T12:04:57.022+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boots'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='theater'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yoghurt'/><title type='text'>Of Exclusive day and chaos</title><content type='html'>So much to do, so little time. Really. With this rate, I'll have to do schoolwork, scouts, NÄT and cycling more than shopping and watching movies and hanging out with my friends. Things sure are taking a nasty turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I had planned to do all kinds of stuff yesterday before the play we were going to watch with our finnish group. But then the main actor had gotten some nasty illness and the performance was cancelled. Bye-bye, money. And the other time they offered us is a day when I totally can't go there. Too bad. I'll complain to TITE (thats our teacher) and the therter and the culture minister if needed, but I'll get my money back. Or actually it never was my money, since my parents paid it. Whatever. And then I was still planning to go shopping after school, but I got a stomach ache. Is my luck great or what???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today is the Exclusive day at Stockmann, my favorite dapartment store. And I happen to have an exclusive customer card (ok, a parallel card to my dad's one but I use loads of money anyway there so I could get one mysefl too. If I'd be 18 already). Well anyway, I went there and thought I'd save some money on stuff. But I didn't really find anything nice. And an evil granny ran there and hit me and I almost fell down. She just stared at me in an evil way and didn't say she was sorry or anything. Actually she made it clear that it mas &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; fault to begin with. Bitch. Then I, for no real reason said "I'm sorry" and she just grunted something with that evil tone of hers. And when she speedwalked away I heard her grumbling something about these younger people of today. Oh well. BITCH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the nasty weather I wore my new boots yesterday. Walking with them didn't hurt half as much as I expected, even thoug they have a 7cm heel. Success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met my brother's girlfriend on break yesterday and we went to buy yoghurt. In general I like blood oranges, so just for my curiousity I bought blood orange yoghurt. Wasn't worth it. But it wasn't bad. Ok, but the cloudberry-vanilla yoghurt she bought was a lot better. I know what I'll buy  next time. Unless I'll come up with another great yet slightly weird idea for a snack. Like chocolate yoghurt. Or something. Or maybe not&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388550743654460441-4379904763375924627?l=subtleelegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/feeds/4379904763375924627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3388550743654460441&amp;postID=4379904763375924627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/4379904763375924627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/4379904763375924627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/2007/09/of-exclusive-day-and-chaos.html' title='Of Exclusive day and chaos'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13068477117216929874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388550743654460441.post-9022600608183138146</id><published>2007-09-18T18:52:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T18:58:11.565+03:00</updated><title type='text'>"Adams was wrong. The meaning of life is 45"</title><content type='html'>And I came up with that one myself.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently most people didn't understand that. All of my classmates did. It comes from the Hitchhikers guide to the galaxy, where the super computer thingy says that the answer to the great question is 42. And the funny bit comes from changing the number to 45, which is the maximum number of points I can get on my IB final diploma. And all the teachers keep telling us that school really doesn't matter that much, what matters is a good life. Frankly, even if I wouldn't try really hard the IB is still a hell of a job, so that means goodbye to the lives of us IB students. Thus the IB is our life, and getting full points is the whole point. Or else I've wasted a few precious years of my life. Nah. Thats not how it works. I'm taking it easy anyway, and this is just school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388550743654460441-9022600608183138146?l=subtleelegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/feeds/9022600608183138146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3388550743654460441&amp;postID=9022600608183138146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/9022600608183138146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/9022600608183138146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/2007/09/adams-was-wrong-meaning-of-life-is-45.html' title='&quot;Adams was wrong. The meaning of life is 45&quot;'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13068477117216929874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388550743654460441.post-6533809925582018020</id><published>2007-09-18T18:40:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T12:42:20.549+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boots'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cirque du Soleil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><title type='text'>Still raining</title><content type='html'>I hate this season more and more every day. And the feared Swedish final is only a week and a few days from now. Gak. Varför skriver jag den här utan att läsa svenska???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's still cold, wet, nasty, windy, horrible out there. That means I can't use my new boots. I'll wear them tomorrow, no matter what. Unless it's really horrible. Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go see this play with our finnish course tomorrow. From what I've heard, it's totally sucky and depressing. And it takes the whole tomorrow night. Which reminds me that I have to finish writing the finnish hw assignment which I now am supposedly doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My english oral internal assesment went really well, which is a positive surprise. And out feared BIO lab ended up being a real joke: We had to perform a roleplay on DNA replication, translation and transcription. It was really fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to see Delirium on sunday. As in Delirium, the show of the Cirque de Soleil, the totally cool modern circus from Canada. Then I started panicking because I don't know what to wear. That's just so me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388550743654460441-6533809925582018020?l=subtleelegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/feeds/6533809925582018020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3388550743654460441&amp;postID=6533809925582018020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/6533809925582018020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/6533809925582018020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/2007/09/still-raining.html' title='Still raining'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13068477117216929874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388550743654460441.post-3874372566009185066</id><published>2007-09-17T10:42:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T18:40:44.619+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cycling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><title type='text'>Rain</title><content type='html'>Now I remember why I hate fall. The weather is totally depressing and rainy and windy and cold and horrible. And it's really dark all the time, except for like two hours. And it's so windy I can't bother to go cycling, because hordes of mushroom-pickers and people with their dogs are swarming in the forest trails I like, and the roads are too windy &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; there are loads of dumb rollerskaters/-skiers there with their mad sticks and kamikaze movements. Too bad. So I'll just have to do pilates and go running. Unless it's too cold for that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was like the best schoolday ever. One lesson, and we spent that watching a really interesting dvd. Rupert Murdoch, you are such a son of a bitch. Seriously. And actually a half of the lesson was spent moving from classroom a to classroom b to class c and finally d. But the movie, Outfoxed, was really good. Or the parts we saw, anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388550743654460441-3874372566009185066?l=subtleelegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/feeds/3874372566009185066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3388550743654460441&amp;postID=3874372566009185066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/3874372566009185066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/3874372566009185066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/2007/09/rain.html' title='Rain'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13068477117216929874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388550743654460441.post-7445539852874012075</id><published>2007-09-16T06:21:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T13:40:45.872+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concussion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cycling'/><title type='text'>Man cheng jin dai huang jin jia</title><content type='html'>As in The Curse of the Golden Flower&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. It was such a great movie. A shame it was so sad and my favorite character died (not surprisingly but still). And I seriously hated the emperor guy. Gong Li is a great actor. And the Jai guy was seriously cool. And hot. And a good fighter. And, and, and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently I have a real typo problem. I just can't seem to do anything about it. And yes, AnMe, the word I meant was unnaturally, not unnaturalily. Duhh. A fortune for a spellcheck. One that actually works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this concussion was of some use after all, since everyone is really nice to me, except for the hated chemistry teacher, of course, but you can't get everything. Why did I pick HL chemistry? and I can't even balance equations properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get full points in the swedish listening comprehension, I had two or three mistakes. Darn. My brother got only one. I'll never stop hearing that. Then again, if I'll do better in the reading comprehension, grammar and essay I might end up with a better grade. Too bad I have real problems with word order. Anyway it's a great thing that the essay doesn't have to be anything deep (in the preliminary exam I wrote about being an au pair in a house where the kids were horrible brats whe drank washing detergent and the mother was a clean freak). I bet I got full points. Not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks before the exam. *panicks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally in good enough condition to go cycling again after hurting my head in practices on tuesday. Yay. Finally something else to do than just hanging around home. Good. I seriously need to cycle more and get into better form. I should buy a new pair of cycling pants, but a) they look dumb and b) my legs will look horrible in them. Bad thing. Maybe I should eat even less every day and cycle even more (behold my master plan).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the huge cut on my chin is slowly but surely getting better. Maybe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388550743654460441-7445539852874012075?l=subtleelegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/feeds/7445539852874012075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3388550743654460441&amp;postID=7445539852874012075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/7445539852874012075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/7445539852874012075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/2007/09/man-cheng-jin-dai-huang-jin-jia.html' title='Man cheng jin dai huang jin jia'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13068477117216929874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388550743654460441.post-2532337716676932745</id><published>2007-09-13T17:47:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T06:21:42.030+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Concussion</title><content type='html'>Oh well. Just my luck to get a concussion and feel like shit. And have a huge cut on my chin. With good luck the cut will heal in a few weeks.  Go me... *starts crying again*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good thing is that suddenly everyone'stotally nice to me. Even the teachers were all like "be careful now" and "take it easy" and "don't come back to school  before you're totally ok again". And they didn't seem to mind at all that I left after only 2 lessons. Maybe I should hurt my head more often. Or then I'm just lying in a hospital bed, imagining this all. Hope not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I need to be better by saturday so I can go watch the Curse of the Golden Flower. And I'd like to be  fine tomorrow so that I can leave to school unnaturally (&lt;- is that a word???) early and buy the cute boots for 1e. I totally love these mad discount thingies they have. Shopping = the meaning of life. Or maybe not. But still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I making any sense???&lt;br /&gt;No clue. I better stop&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388550743654460441-2532337716676932745?l=subtleelegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/feeds/2532337716676932745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3388550743654460441&amp;postID=2532337716676932745' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/2532337716676932745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/2532337716676932745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/2007/09/concussion.html' title='Concussion'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13068477117216929874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388550743654460441.post-2012618417190892704</id><published>2007-09-12T17:21:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T17:23:44.698+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Blood, sweat and tears</title><content type='html'>Quite literally too.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;MY FACE IS RUINED!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*cries*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388550743654460441-2012618417190892704?l=subtleelegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/feeds/2012618417190892704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3388550743654460441&amp;postID=2012618417190892704' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/2012618417190892704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/2012618417190892704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/2007/09/blood-sweat-and-tears.html' title='Blood, sweat and tears'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13068477117216929874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388550743654460441.post-8658729379026979495</id><published>2007-09-10T10:49:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T12:09:36.890+03:00</updated><title type='text'>And just as I thought it couldn't get any worse</title><content type='html'>Well. It looks like I really did it this time. Namely, screwed up my chances of getting a good grade in my swedish final. And all because I happened to be tired in the morning and wanted some tea (tea has just as much caffeine as coffee). I poured some hot water to a cup and got loads of hot water vapour on my hand. My right hand, to be exact. And I happen to be right-handed. And I totally had no idea that water vapour could burn your hand that badly. At first it hurt just a bit, and I thought I'd get away with it  just by keeping acold pack there for the time I had before I had to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after 15 minutes or so in the train my hand hurts like hell. Apparently water vapour &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;can&lt;/span&gt; burn your skin. Live and learn. The other people must have thought I had a problem of some sort. My expression must have looked somewhat weird. Or then they didn't even notice me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, having extra time before the listening comprehension test started, I went to a shop and bought the cheapest frozen vegetable pack and used it as a cold pack. The bad thing was, that I couldnt take the frozen veg-thing with me to the exam. It had a list of swedish ingredients, and I could have had some help from the or something. So, I took the listening comprehension test with my hand hurting loads. I bet it disturbed my concentration or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing my oh-so-great luck my hand hurts a lot less after a few hours. And another sucky thing is that now my fingers smell like vegetables because the bag broke. Oh well. And I shoukld write a comment on a totally incomprehensible poem. And learn by heart all the symbols and names of all the elements in the periodic table. Is my life great or what??? Nah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388550743654460441-8658729379026979495?l=subtleelegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/feeds/8658729379026979495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3388550743654460441&amp;postID=8658729379026979495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/8658729379026979495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/8658729379026979495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/2007/09/and-just-as-i-thought-it-couldnt-get.html' title='And just as I thought it couldn&apos;t get any worse'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13068477117216929874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388550743654460441.post-2462483548682637620</id><published>2007-09-08T18:51:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T18:53:39.651+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Go me...</title><content type='html'>They ate all the ice-cream. Although it did take a lot of self-control when they asked did I really not want any of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388550743654460441-2462483548682637620?l=subtleelegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/feeds/2462483548682637620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3388550743654460441&amp;postID=2462483548682637620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/2462483548682637620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/2462483548682637620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-did-it_08.html' title='Go me...'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13068477117216929874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388550743654460441.post-8388887798421023197</id><published>2007-09-08T17:43:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T18:52:34.393+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Must - resist - urge - to - eat - ice-cream</title><content type='html'>My parents and little brother went to see some relatives and pick up berries and mushrooms, but I stayed home, hoping to be able to study swedish by watching at swedish movies. Nah. My big brother brings his girlfriend over and they start watching Friends. Cool. And they bought ice-cream and all sorts of yummy stuff, and, sadly, offered some for me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I hope that writing this will take me so long that they'll have finished the ice-cream by the time I'll get to the freezer. I wish. My dieting is seriously doomed to fail. Oh well. I guess I'll go see if there's any ice-cream left&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388550743654460441-8388887798421023197?l=subtleelegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/feeds/8388887798421023197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3388550743654460441&amp;postID=8388887798421023197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/8388887798421023197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/8388887798421023197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/2007/09/must-resist-urge-to-eat-ice-cream.html' title='Must - resist - urge - to - eat - ice-cream'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13068477117216929874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388550743654460441.post-5301225055313086724</id><published>2007-09-07T12:45:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T12:53:12.634+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Diagnosis: Shopaholic</title><content type='html'>Happy day! I found the cutest leather bag ever, and it's totally cheap as well. Ok, that could be questioned but 80e isn't much for a leather bag. Especially when I was ready to buy the Longchamp bag which was 400. Ok, I'd have bought it as a christmas present to myself, since I couldn't have afforded it any before. But still. I could say that I just saved about 320e. Except that I didn't have my Visa Electron with me so I'll have to wait until monday, but I think it'll still be there. And then I bought other little stuff such as a dvd (Breakfast at Tiffany's), a moisturizer, stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had less skip lessons and a school further away from the city center I might spend less money. Which would leave me more money to spend for other stuff. No, wait, it doesn't work like that. Shame. But then I could afford a good road bike for next summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll spend the weekend watching movies. And also cycling loads, probably, now that my flu is better and I'll probably eat loads while watching those movies. So, I'll excercise more - problem solved. Again one could argue that my way of doing things isn't the best possible, but I couldn't care less. That's me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388550743654460441-5301225055313086724?l=subtleelegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/feeds/5301225055313086724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3388550743654460441&amp;postID=5301225055313086724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/5301225055313086724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/5301225055313086724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/2007/09/diagnosis-shopaholic.html' title='Diagnosis: Shopaholic'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13068477117216929874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388550743654460441.post-2269774213468610298</id><published>2007-09-06T21:08:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T18:53:11.141+03:00</updated><title type='text'>I did it</title><content type='html'>I had the health check-up today. The dumb nurse actually believed my explanation for my sudden weight loss over the summer. Hello, it was the worst cover-up story ever. Ha. As if "my eating habits must have been really irregular in the summer" and "I've been cycling a lot lately when I didn't do that almost at all in the spring". The second one was actually true. But still. I almost started laughing. How naïve is that woman???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After an average xc practise I really wish I had the money for a road bike. Seriously. I hardly recognized myself under the mud layer as I came home. Our nasty coach himself didn't bother cycling through the muddy route, but we had to. And I had to wash my bike and shoes and scrape a mud layer several millimeters thick off my legs. I really wish I could afford a road bike, but I'd rather spend the money on other stuff I need as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388550743654460441-2269774213468610298?l=subtleelegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/feeds/2269774213468610298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3388550743654460441&amp;postID=2269774213468610298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/2269774213468610298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/2269774213468610298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-did-it.html' title='I did it'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13068477117216929874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388550743654460441.post-5541679462760862928</id><published>2007-09-04T18:39:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T18:48:27.790+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Oj då...</title><content type='html'>Jag har ju en massa av trouble [now what the heck is that is swedish]. Jag har en [health chek-up] på torsdag och läkaren kommer att bli [furious] därför att jag är många kg smalare än i våras - tack vare en massa av [excercise and dieting]. Och min svenska [sucks].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jag har en [bad feeling about this]. Oh well. I really need to study swedish. Although if the real exam is anything like the preliminary one, I'll need to do some serious mistakes in order to not get an E, the second-best grade. Of course I'd want an L, the best grade, but an E will do cause my brother got an E and I can't be any worse. And an L takes about 90% correct, so I have the chance to make it, I guess. But an E should be easy. Jag hoppas så, i alla fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And exam week is coming up too. I had about forgotten that with all the hassle about the swedish matriculation exam. Whoops. Good thing that there's still 3,5 weeks before that. Tack whatever. And I need to write the fall plan for our scouts group - for tomorrow. Massor av saker att göra, för lite tid. Tough shit. Jag better go och göra något.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388550743654460441-5541679462760862928?l=subtleelegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/feeds/5541679462760862928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3388550743654460441&amp;postID=5541679462760862928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/5541679462760862928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/5541679462760862928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/2007/09/oj-d.html' title='Oj då...'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13068477117216929874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388550743654460441.post-7787167412167527133</id><published>2007-09-04T13:13:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T13:36:10.880+03:00</updated><title type='text'>... finally over</title><content type='html'>I made it through my swedish mock exam for the final exam, which is a miracle. And it wasn't half as bad as I had expected. Except for the essay, which, sadly, is a third of the total points. Too bad. And only almost 4 weeks until the real exam. But I did learn something: I had way too little food with me. Totally. Two bars of chocolate is nothing. And the snack you get from school isn't a lot, and I'll probably do the exam in six hours...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shooter" ended up being a good movie. My favorite bit was that where Swagger takes down a helicopter by shooting at a gas tank on the ground below it. Talk about special effects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm seriously addicted to chocolate. But I shouldn't eat it. I need to diet. But them again I need chocolate to manage through the matriculation exam in swedish. Why did I decide to do it this fall anyway??? I must be going mad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388550743654460441-7787167412167527133?l=subtleelegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/feeds/7787167412167527133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3388550743654460441&amp;postID=7787167412167527133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/7787167412167527133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/7787167412167527133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/2007/09/finally-over.html' title='... finally over'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13068477117216929874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388550743654460441.post-5085777307722612265</id><published>2007-09-03T10:00:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T21:17:34.311+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Just sick</title><content type='html'>We had our english lesson about more ads today, and one of my friends showed this totally freaky car ad from YouTube. It's scary. Poor cat. And pidgeon. Those were just sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5dzi_8Rscfs&amp;mode=related&amp;amp;search="&gt;Ad with the cat&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hBA1Y-u5PhI&amp;mode=related&amp;amp;search=v"&gt;Ad with the pidgeon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_CreateLink" title="Linkki" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 8);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;No wonder those weren't on for a long time and  think the cat one wasn't even released but some guy from the advertising company put it on the internet. Eww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm on another skip lesson at the library computer. 3 hours until the next lesson begins. Yay. Not. I had a really hectic morning, so I forgot my train ticket and mobile phone. I'm in trouble, cause I need to call my friend about this culture thing we have to go today.  Would I have time to get them now? Now that's an idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never ever buy a Ford car.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388550743654460441-5085777307722612265?l=subtleelegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/feeds/5085777307722612265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3388550743654460441&amp;postID=5085777307722612265' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/5085777307722612265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/5085777307722612265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/2007/09/freaky.html' title='Just sick'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13068477117216929874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388550743654460441.post-4107859872358557794</id><published>2007-09-02T14:55:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T13:25:27.826+03:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm lazy</title><content type='html'>I still have the flu, so I couldn't go to my cousins' b-day party. Such a shame. But (or so I thought) I'd at least not have the tempation to eat loads. WRONG. My brother is also home now that he's back from the hospital. He's got angina (and a week's sick leave from work with it) and he rented a movie and bought yummy chocolate ice-cream. Someone up there seriously hates my diet. But at least the school nurse won't hate me that much if I gain weight.&lt;br /&gt;I just saw Tero Pitkämäki win the world championship in javelin, yay! Go Finland! *jumps up and down until starts coughing like mad*&lt;br /&gt;The movie my brother rented (SHOOTER) seems boring (otherwise I'd be watching it and not posting here, duh). So far they've been only shooting some random bad guys in Africa and one good guy died. That's the first five minutes. In general I like thrillers, though, so it might end up ok. I better stop posting and go watch it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388550743654460441-4107859872358557794?l=subtleelegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/feeds/4107859872358557794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3388550743654460441&amp;postID=4107859872358557794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/4107859872358557794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/4107859872358557794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/2007/09/lazy.html' title='I&apos;m lazy'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13068477117216929874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388550743654460441.post-8234028185065700927</id><published>2007-09-01T17:46:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T14:04:46.792+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Trouble</title><content type='html'>I need to find a way to avoid the eternal wrath of our scary school nurse. She'll get a fit or something. And send me to an eating disorder clinic or something because of my weight loss. Maybe I'll drink a lot of water just before the health check-up or something. Yes, that's it. Or come up with a really good explanation (I've excercised a lot more lately) or something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388550743654460441-8234028185065700927?l=subtleelegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/feeds/8234028185065700927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3388550743654460441&amp;postID=8234028185065700927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/8234028185065700927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/8234028185065700927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/2007/09/trouble.html' title='Trouble'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13068477117216929874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388550743654460441.post-4967805830913438585</id><published>2007-09-01T17:22:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T19:49:01.929+03:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm sometimes too nice</title><content type='html'>I tend to be a really nice person *pretends not to hear serious coughing from behind*, so I often help people when they ask me to. Like today, when my brother asked me to help at the scouts event. I sat outside practically freezing for hours, and didn't gain a single thing from the whole process. Ok, so I maybe &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;did &lt;/span&gt;eat one of the yummy muffins his girlfriend made, but he offered it to me.  Anyway, then my mom called and told me to go buy a birthday gift for my cousin. I had only just enough money for the stuff I was planning to buy for myself, but did she listen? Anyhow, the shop I was planning to go to closed up earlier than it was supposed to, and it was closed when I got there. The problem was that then I had to walk an extra 2km to another shop where I could buy the present from. And the shop assistants were total bitches and I almost had to beg for a few minutes of their precious time to help me. Nasty. Then I walked back home (another 5km) and my brother called and told me to take the results of the scouts event to the arranger of the event. Again I was nice and obeyed. When I left, it started to rain. I got totally wet, which probably didn't do any good for my flu. I feel most likely even worse tomorrow and can't go to my cousin's party. Shame.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388550743654460441-4967805830913438585?l=subtleelegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/feeds/4967805830913438585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3388550743654460441&amp;postID=4967805830913438585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/4967805830913438585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388550743654460441/posts/default/4967805830913438585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtleelegance.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-sometimes-too-nice.html' title='I&apos;m sometimes too nice'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13068477117216929874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
