I’m 500% done with everything except my homework

There are days when I get out of bed and regret the decision immediately. After all, my favorite hobby is sleeping and then feeling like I haven’t slept at all. There are days when I can’t be bothered to put on clothes, put on makeup, do my hair. Je suis sick of that shit. There are days when I literally give up, so that the quilt of not doing stuff I was supposed to do today gives me energy get stuff done the next day. I mean, like, why do homework when I can sit here and hate myself? I literally sit there, looking down on my homework like I should totally do this for tomorrow and then, because I am a gigantic idiot, I’m like nah, not feeling like it. Then I panic the next day because I am not prepared for class. What kind of an idiot does this?!

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In any case, I’ve been having trouble sleeping lately. My morning classes start always 8:45 and it takes me from 20 to 30 minutes walk from my dorm to Uni depending on how badly Sapporo’s weather is trying to kill us that day. Which it had been valiantly doing since a couple of days ago. Our bikes outside are gone. Nothing but a huge pile of snow. People slipping everywhere. Snow in my shoes. Everything is white. We’re drowning in a gigantic white pillow called Sapporo’s weather.

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I’m so fucking done with this weather because it means early wake up calls. Which are hell. You’d think that as a person who adores sleeping so much I would go to sleep helluva lot earlier but no, nope, my brain refuses to shut the fuck up in the evenings.

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On the bright side, our midterms ended a week ago. I scored almost perfect score on each of my subjects because I’m also a gigantic nerd and a perfectionist. I feel like I haven’t studied this much since high school. Yeah, I could have bullshitted my way through basically everything else but Kanji midterms exam (because you actually have to study for that) but I ain’t about that lifestyle. Then again, I had been feeling really stressed about my schoolwork so I cancelled one of my classes which I’m planning to retake in the spring. So now, I feel more balanced and focused. Zen.

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But really, me eating spaghetti doesn’t have anything to do with regret and everything to do with the fact that I can’t cook. You want to see a magic trick? I can even make pizza explode in the oven! I haven’t cooked by myself in weeks and why would I, when I can get anything and everything straight from conbi (convenience store) that are open 24/7. Maybe the fact that I’m getting so many pimples has something to do with my diet literally consisting of rice, meat, sauces  and sweets. Like, I don’t know, sounds totally fake but okay. cough-denial-cough 

Not only is my skin breaking out but me and the other Finns – that have fallen victim to all the chemicals Japanese people pump into their water – complain about the same thing: hair loss. There is hair everywhere in my room. Tufts of it come off when I comb it after shower. I have hair in my clothes, in my shower, on the floor, on my bed, even in my fridge. How, I do not know, but there it is. Apparently this is normal and to be expected and it should stop after half a year, but I’m not sure if I’ll have any hair left after six months if this pace continues.

What else have I been up to except for worrying about sudden baldness? Well, let me talk to you little about contemporary entertainment.

Lately there has been a lot of commotion about Yuri on Ice!!! which is basically an anime about a Japanese figure skater Yuri Katsuki who gets famous and successful Russian skater Victor Nikiforov as his coach, and they fall in love in the process of working towards winning the Grand Prix gold medal. And the commotion isn’t unfounded, this anime is truly a feast from visual effects to soundtrack. Besides, all that fan service. My god. Take me out of the oven because I am so done. This time in a good way.

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The other anime and manga that has had my undivided attention for a while is Haikyuu!! (what is it with all the exclamation marks in the titles, I do not have answers for you, I’m also bewildered). Surprisingly enough, it’s a volleyball anime. Yes, I have fallen for a sports anime and I can’t get up. In fact, I don’t wanna get up. If anything, I’d like to dig myself a little bit deeper into this series because it’s so worth it. You know when you get that nervous flutter in the pit of your stomach and panicky jitters when you watch your favorite sports team play IRL? This basically puts all those emotions in a nutshell and let’s you enjoy the feeling to the fullest.

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Everyone should just keep an open mind and try different things even though they are not in your usual genre because, who knows, maybe you’ll also come across gems like these two animes. I’m never been into sports animes before but hell, I ain’t turning back now.

One more serie that I want to talk about is not an anime and surprisingly enough, not even Japanese. I’m talking about a Korean history/romance/action/drama called Scarlet Heart: Ryeo, or also known as Moon Lovers: Scarlet Heart Ryeo. Don’t let this soft looking name ruin this bad boy for you, alright? This thing, right here, is pure gold. If by pure we mean it will make you the happiest person on earth, and by gold that it will eat your heart, chew, and spit the remains out just so you can cry yourself into dehydration. That kind of gold. The main storyline is basically about a modern woman who gets thrown back in history into Goryo-era (I do not know Korean history enough to tell you anything meaningful about this era, I’m sorry) and attempts to survive in there, all the while she just might fall in love (more than once) and change history.

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Through my various experiences with animes, dramas and fan fiction, I have arrived into a conclusion that I greatly enjoy watching other people emotionally suffer on screen. I will also stay awake the whole night in order to partake into the said suffering and cry my eyes out because the said actors are too precious for this world. I just like torturing myself, ok? Don’t judge me.

What else, what else? There have been a couple amazing parties I’ve gone to.

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For example, there was this awesome Thanksgiving Party where everybody cooked or baked some food to share. Even with this many people everyone had their stomachs full by the end of the party. The food just kept coming and coming.  I am actually in the picture as well, somewhere on the background behind everyone else (curse my vertical restrictions).

Another party that I thoroughly enjoyed was International Christmas Party at Club Vanity in Susukino. Since I felt like my makeup that night was totally on point, here, have a picture.

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Thankfully there are no actual pictures from that night but let me tell you, it was awesome. We danced for maybe 4 hours straight and had a blast! Shout out to my party gang of Helka, Joan, Stuart, Kaita and Hao for being totally awesome, and also congratulations to Kaita for winning ”the wild-one” gold medal with the pure power of his abs. Another similar party will be held next weekend but in a different (bigger!) club, and to tell the truth, I can’t wait. I need more party outfits. Shopping required ASAP.

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So, in midst all that drunken haze we actually managed to have another wonderful trip to the onsens with Ewelina, Carmen and Agné. This time it was the Hoheikyou onsen near Jozankei with a very reasonable price of 1800yen which included the bus tickets there and back, as well as the onsen ticket. We managed to soak up for a good 3 hours, saw the sun set and stars come out, all the while floating in that steamy pool. Pure. Extacy. And so, I conclude this blog entry with some pictures from that magical place as well as of us, being just generally magical:

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For new readers

Hello new Facebook people!

If this is your first time visiting my blog, then welcome! If it isn’t, then welcome back. This is my blog about my exchange year in Sapporo, Japan – an adventure I’m sure you will enjoy as I’m bound to experience some socially awkward situations, cultural differences and difficulties, as well as wonders and weirdness of the land of the rising sun – and I’m planning to blog all about it!

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I haven’t linked this blog to my Facebook before purely because I thought to myself: who the heck would want to read about my applying process and paper wars, unless they’re going through it as well? I’m sure you’re much more interested in what actually happens there, not how I got there. The blog entries tagged with ”applying process” are purely for those who might be planning on going through the same thing next year as I did this year. I’m sure they’ll need some support and someone to relate to. I sure as hell could have used some.

Therefore, as I am leaving to Japan today, I thought it was the time to let you guys know my blog exists. Feel free to comment and ask questions! I’d be happy to answer and chat all about it.

Time to go

Goodbyes are never easy. Not even when it hasn’t quite registered in yet how long you are going to be apart from your loved ones. Some tears were shed, I got hugs and kisses, and slowly it’s starting to become more clear in what kind of a mess I’ve put my spoon into.

I’ve gnawed most of the skin off my fingers by now, I’m so nervous. I think I have done everything and that I have everything I need with me, but still I have this terrible feeling I have forgotten something super-important. Right now I’m sitting at Helsinki Airport and waiting for my flight first to Nagoya (4 hours to go) and the second flight is tomorrow to Sapporo. The longer flight will be over night and thanks to Japan being 6 hours ahead of us, it will be 8am in the morning Japanese time when I arrive to Nagoya (that’s 2am for us, how the hell am I supposed to survive this?!). Afterwards I’ll switch to Japanese Airline and arrive at Sapporo around 1pm.

I think I have all important papers, and I was smart enough to exchange money in advance and picked the envelope here from the airport. I have my passport, visa and money, so even if I forgot something, I’m sure the rest will figure itself out.

Oh hell, here we go.

Last minute traveling, planning and shopping

I went to Helsinki to get my Visa. That was one embarrassing experience I hope to never repeat again. I dragged my suitcase across the uneven stone-streets in bright sunlight with my jacket on. When I got to the embassy I was sweating and panting and the man at the door was the picture of perfect calm. One amusedly raised eyebrow was enough to send me into such deep state of mortification I’ll probably never forget it. Same thing with the woman behind the glass wall. I jammed my passport and wrinkled Certificate of Eligibility under the window with shaking hands while her (also wrinkled) face remained inexpressive as that of a gargoyle. I did detect a hint of disapproval from her though.

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But I did get my Visa. It was a happy ever after for me.

Next I hopped on M/S Superstar with my friend and sailed towards Tallinn. It was still summer there with temperature reaching +17 celsius and probably more in direct sunlight. Our hotel was a four-star beauty, Tallink City Hotel, located smack in the middle of city center. Uneven stone-streets continued to annoy me with their existence but how could you possibly stay angry when your surrounding are so beautiful. The Old City or Old Tallinn was stunning during the day, basking in flowers and sunlight, and gorgeous at night with illuminated terraces and lit torches. Martinis were delicious, food was okay, and everything was cheaper than in Finland.

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If you need a good place to hang out or spend the evening, head to Butterfly Lounge in Old Tallinn. It’s right in the middle but reasonably priced (price ranges for drink were from 6 to 10 euros), and the taste. Oh dear me. Best alcoholic drinks I’ve ever had and I’ve had a lot. Rhubarb Martini is something to experience on it’s own but the venue is also wonderful. I liked the simple and modern style they were going with, and between the buildings you can enter on the patio that is decorated with cherry blossoms and apple trees. If you’re feeling adventurous, you might even try Shisha. Apparently it is the place to be during the weekends but if you want to have a chill evening with your friends and just sit down and talk, this is a good place to visit during the week as well.

But right now I’m back to Finland and Rovaniemi and in the middle of doing my last minute shopping and packing. There were few things that I was suggested to bring more than usual because a) you can’t get it from Japan/it’s more difficult to get it from Japan b) it’s more expensive, or c) there is no variety for the product. My list included:

  • deodorant, because apparently Japanese people don’t need it or use much deodorant which means there are only few brands available
  • cold medicine, because I was told the Japanese kind isn’t as effective for us westerners
  • shaving cream and shavers, because for some inexplainable reason they are more expensive in Japan
  • tampons, because apparently Japanese gals are all about pads (WHY?!)

If I figure out anything else I would have hoped to bring or not have brought with me, I’ll let you know sometime later. Other last-minute shopping included a neck-pillow and earplugs for my 13 hour flight which I am sooooo looking forward to… Hngh, so much sarcasm my mouth tastes likes lemons.

I also did a placement test for my Japanese Course today  which was, to put it simplistically and in the most descriptive way, hell. You have 50 minutes to complete 20 pages of question which were all written in Japanese. …I got to page 5. Yeah, my Japanese ain’t that good. But I am pretty proud that I could actually answers some of the questions (it was in Japanese, you know, hiragana and kanji). The problem was me being such a slow reader. It took me a minute to translate one sentence (and I did not use the vocabulary) but I did translate them! And I think I actually got some of it right. I’m not too bothered with the result anyways as I applied for beginner’s classes only so the test was voluntary for me.

Tired of my face yet?

I felt like I couldn’t just flood Instagram with photos of me-myself-and-I (yes, I’m actually aiming for variety in Instagram) I thought to myself, what would be a better alternative social media page that I could flood with pictures of my face other than my own blog. Conclusion? Nowhere. So here we are, have some photos.

It’s rare for me to be happy with how pictures of myself turn out, but luckily I had one hell of a photographer.

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I can’t thank Ismo Jokinen Photography enough for these awesome pictures! Now, I don’t have many good sides to my face (I seriously have to work my angles when taking a selfie because it’s shaped like a rectangle – hence why most of these pictures are also profiles), but Ismo managed to capture most of them like it was nothing. If you want to check out more of his awesome works you can find him on Instagram and Facebook.

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Yes, yes, I promise next time it’s gonna be pictures of something else. Please bear with me, it is a rare treat to get a good photo when you were born in the role of ugly duckling.

Moving day

I am exhausted. I’m dead. Please, don’t wake me up in the next 100 years or so. Let me just crawl into a coffin so I can enjoy the sweet eternal slumber of death.

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So, moving day was rough. I needed to get everything packed away permanently (and by that I mean for a year) so I needed to pack things extra-carefully. You can’t just dump everything into boxes like I usually do ’cause you’re not going to be unpacking them anytime soon. So yeah, most of my stuff went to storage at my grandma’s place and some (mostly clothes) are here at my mom’s place where I’ll be living until I leave. I need to decide what I’ll take with me and what I’ll pack away and what I’ll just throw away. And then half of our stuff plus my boyfriend’s stuff went to his new place. It was a hassle.

Just to make things extra fun for me, basically everyone who could have helped me was working or at school. My boyfriend did help some, dad helped to carry all the heavy boxes, and mom helped me to wash the windows, so thank you! But yeah. You have too many things to do? How about a nap instead?

I did a thing. Or two.

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My biggest problem ever. Will probably always be but what can you do when you love food? If you didn’t get it, that was a pointer to my last posting about the nutrilett-experiment which went – surprisingly enough – quite well. It was totally manageable when you drank water all the time. One thing which helped me to go through this crazy-ass thing was a regular eating schedule because of the breaks at work. You eat in regular intervals and since you are working, you don’t really get chances to ruin your diet because there just isn’t any food in sight. In total I lost about 3-4kg during 10 days from which 1,5-2kg was probably just liquids which I of course gained back when I sifted back to proper food.

Of course the results weren’t mind-blowing (but I did lose some!) but I have learned a thing or two from this. For one, my plate-sizes are enormous. Two, I eat a ton of carbs that I get from bread, potatoes, rice, burger buns, etc,. And three? I can actually go through something like this once I put my mind into it.

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So now – a few kilos lighter and a few ideas wiser – I’m on the right road. I haven’t weighted this little since high school and it feels good, man.

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As you can probably guess from the picture, I’ve been busy. First of all, my computer broke down. Crashed and burned. Not quite literally of course but it did get jammed real bad and for a moment I thought I would lose all my files and photos. Thank god my usual computer-fixer is a fucking miracle worker. He worked some computer magic and now I have my baby back and I can finally update my blog.

So, my computer broke and before I could get it fixed my holiday in Spain started (Did you see the photo? Palm trees! Palm trees!!). It. Was. Awesome. Never been so tan before. The weather was awesome, people were smiling, and I drank too many glasses of sangria to count. But the sand and sunscreen, ugh! Everywhere. Every nook and corner – whether it be bed-clothes, your clothes or your skin – it was covered in those. It was nice to get back home and take a proper shower.

But apart from doing absolutely nothing which has been lovely as well, I have actually accomplished something with my exchange! I did a thing! Olé!

So I finally bought the airline tickets which has been a major pain in my ass since April. First I didn’t buy them because I was afraid of getting them on the wrong day which, with me being such an airhead, was a good idea since I got the month wrong from the beginning. Then my computer broke down and I went to Spain. Then Finnair informed that tickets to Japan bought after 1.7.2016 would allow you to bring two suitcases instead of one, so I had to wait for that. But now I have them and-.. and-.. holy fuck, I’m actually going, aren’t I?

I will live alone in Japan. Alone. For a whole year. Shit. Who made this decision?

Oh yeah. I did.

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About tags and nutrilett experiment

Initially I put this blog up in order to help everyone keep a track on how I’m doing on my escapade in Japan. But, as said, this is my blog so I can write about whatever the hell I want. And as you can’t really stop me, you might as well enjoy the ride.

Hence I’ve decided that while the main-purpose of this blog remains the same as in the beginning, this blog is also going to be my personal blog about my everyday life. I know most bloggers have a certain genre with which their blog’s contents aligns with, but mine is going to be a mixture of everything I have even the slightest interest in. Because why the heck not.

I’m going to tag all of my personal posts with personal-tag. For those who are interested in the technical side of my exchange process, you can search with the tag ”applying process”. While I’m ranting about the tags, I might as well point out that I’ll use before exchange-tag for now, and you can use that if you feel like you need someone to relate in regards to pre-exchange panicking. Furthermore, if later someone is more interested in what happened when I’m actually on my exchange, you can use the tag ”exchange” or ”In Japan” or something I’ll come up with in the future. I’ll let you know when I’ll actually get there.


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I’m so fancy, I know. And see, I wasn’t lying about my Marimekko obsession! Yesterday was the graduation day here in Finland for those who graduated from high-school and my little sister was one of the lucky ones to receive the white cap (congrats, sis’!). It was a wonderful day filled with coffee and cake and pies and copious amounts of alcoholic beverages. Where – truth to be told – lies my problem (possibly also in burgers and sweet potato fries, yes, I’m wholly blaming those).

Embarrassedly enough, I’ve been gaining some weight lately. Not much but enough for my pants and shirts to feel kinda too tight. For the graduation day-outfit picture above, I had to take a gazillion of them just to find one where my arms didn’t look like tree trunks (which they did in all other photos, oh joy). Now, don’t misunderstand me. I’m pretty confident and I don’t  really care what people think of me, but this whole thing has escalated into a situation where I don’t feel comfortable in my own body anymore. I feel weird. The situation isn’t absolutely terrible, of course, but it could be a little better.

Just to make things worse I’m going to Malaga, Spain on 24th of this month and I’m expected to wear a bikini. Or rather, not expected, but I’d like to wear a bikini without feeling awkward and shy and uncomfortable. It is so bothersome trying to look nonchalant while you’re actually desperately trying not to let anyone see your stomach rolls. So yeah, now that I think about it, maybe I do care a little what other people think of me but that’s how things usually are, right? We humans are social beings and being judged by others is an unfortunate side-effect of it. The main point remains though: I’d like to feel comfortable again, thank you very much.

So to put this all together… I’m doing an experiment.

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Yep, I’m going to try Nutrilett. Of course this is no replacement for healthy diet and exercise (yes, yes, I know, please don’t judge me) but I’m actually kinda curious as to if this actually works. So for the next 10 days this is what I’m going to be slurping. If I get rid of even a few kilos, I would be more than happy. However, as I’m not overweight, I need to be extra-careful not to take this too far but I think 10 days is going to be fine (the suggestion for the most effective result is a 3 week diet). I believe this is going to be interesting. Hopefully – by the end of this experiment – the only problem I’m going to be facing is this:

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Now that just cannot be helped.

Going 100mph (100 mistakes per hour)

I am such a dumbass. Such. A. Dumbass. But thankfully I’m a lucky dumbass.

I have been putting off buying the flight-tickets to Sapporo. But anyway, I had been planning to buy the tickets on 16th, 17th or 18th of September (elokuu). However, today when I was talking to my friend at work and told him I’m leaving ”elokuussa” he was – strangely enough – really weirded out. He told me that when he had been in Japan for exchange, they had arrived in syyskuu.

So I did some research.

Apparently, even though I have a certificate of bilingualism for English, I still can’t tell months apart. Months. I literally cannot do something an elementary school-kid can do. Shame! Utter humiliation! Sometimes I can do English very well, and sometimes it’s just nope.

Just FYI, September doesn’t mean elokuu, it’s syyskuu. And elokuu, in English, is August not September. So, had I bought the tickets a few weeks ago as I had planned, I would have had bought them a month too early.

Well, my troubles don’t really end here either. First of all, I don’t know (or remember) all vaccinations I have been so graciously given and there aren’t really any markings about those either because apparently digital data-banks weren’t a thing in hospitals until a few years ago. And I need to know those because I need vaccination against Japanese brain-fever (I don’t know about you guys but I think it sounds delightful! …should definitely get the vaccination, asap).

Secondly, I didn’t pass my swedish exam (fucking-fuckity-fuck) even though it was my third time trying (I-am-a-useless-human-being-i’m-so-sorry).

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Now, this means I have to take the test after I came back from Japan and I think we can all guess how that’s going to work out. So as an applaud for myself I award myself with this golden star:

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My internal struggle of being a materialist

So the papers have all been sent, I’ve been to my orientation lectures and now I have nothing to do until the beginning of April when the final results will arrive. Meaning, I have nothing better to do with my time than to worry.

Now that the result-day is creeping closer, the reality is starting to seep in. Where am I going to put all this stuff if I’m really going? 

Don’t get me wrong, I don’t store crap. I’m hardly a hoarder. But this doesn’t mean that I don’t now and then indulge in pretty tableware and exquisite clothing. Right now the clothing isn’t really the problem because I’m going to take all my nice clothes with me to Japan if I ever get accepted. So my purchases are perfectly justified. (I’m very translucently not mentioning how they are eating away my savings because I like living in a bubble where I don’t look at my bank account. Much adult. Wow.) The problem is me struggling like an alcoholic in Alko, only I go to into shops that sell small pieces of interior design and have my heart ripped apart every time I see something nice and quirky and awesome that I just can’t buy because (hopefully) I won’t be there to enjoy it much longer. Of course I could buy it and store it but I have so much stuff to begin with that I just can’t buy more. SOB.

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I have gone a little crazy lately: Marimekko shirts, I’m dreaming of a Marimekko dress and I want to buy about all the things from Iittala. But it’s fine, I have managed to contain myself and direct all my attention to Marimekko. Japanese people like Marimekko, I think? I hope they appreciate my new shirts that I’m going to bring with me.

People sometimes ask me why I work so hard. I have two reasons for it: 1) in order to survive in this capitalist economy and 2) because I’m a materialist.

I can’t help it. I love stuff.