hate

i'm full of hate
so nice.
i'll work on it tomorrow.

(sorry for the anti-Christmas vibe, but whatever)

Christmas tours..

I love them.

I mean, I really do. I love the Christmas tours.
I've been doing them for a long long time. I've been singing Christmas concerts pretty much forever, the tours came after. But still. Singing at Christmas is like such a fave of mine. Such a massive fave.
Granted sometimes it's annoying when my friends are making holiday plans and my answer tends to be "No, sorry I'm singing in Blah-ville that night", or "No, sorry, I'll be sitting in a car on my way to Schmeh-town".
But, it's AWESOME over-all.

However, one thing does crack me up so much, or frustrate me loooads, depending on the day.
I was getting ready before a concert last Friday and I laughed out loud at the stuff I was putting (or piling) on.
We use churches as venues (insert discussion about Estonians loving churches during these hols) and they tend to be cold, for obvious reasons. But I can't just wear jeans and a parka. I have to, or rather, I still want to be in my nice dresses and look the holiday-y part, which means one thing: LAYERS!

So I took these two photos, like 2 minutes apart. No 1 I genuinely look like I could be preparing myself for a mountain hike or whatever, and then BOOM, back in the game.

But seriously, it gets cold. I usually don't care, but when a venue's so cold that I can see the warm air leaving my mouth as I sing (you know, when it looks like steam, or like everyone is just casually exhaling smoke), then I get a bit worried.
So, therefore, all hail thermo-wear!

Happy Christmas.
M.

24

A. turned 24 on Saturday.
And I was going through the STHLM adventure folder and found this photo.
I just think it's so beaut, so I thought, why not (and why not apply my incredible photo editing skills).
Sorry, dude.

Paljon onnea. 
M.

chaos

i will stand adorned
in the middle of this chaos, unfased

so in love with mayhem

the Devil still doesn't play fair.
M.

and another thing

I'M HOOKED ON DOWNTON ABBEY.

Like, seeeriously.
Seriously.
Seriously hooked.

I do have the tendency to like anything pre-modern-day when it comes to TV-series. And this is a classic example of the upstairs-downstairs format, which serves as an interesting storyboard anyway. And this is really well done.
I mean, there's some complaint as to the plot going downhill somewhat in season 3, but 1 and 2 have engulfed me. Like literally swallowed me whole.
Hooked, I tell you.

And the cast is amazeballs. Truly, England's finest, pretty much.

Just, one of those things you watch and just go: "Yes, okay, thanks, I feel great now. MORE PLEASE."

Yay, for Downton!
Yay, for ITV!
M.












OMG MATTHEW I LOVE YOU.

(Had to get it out of the system..)

And so it is Christmas

Häid Jõule kõigile!

With love.M. 

stuff

What makes me feel? You know.
the reason why materialistic things don't do anything for me really is because they don't move me.
a frikkin bicycle moves me. Riding a bike, it does something to me!
But an over-priced bag? What will you stir in me? How will you make me feel MORE alive? HOW?
You won't. So i don't need you.

Nor do I want you.

This doesn't mean I don't want anything, at all you know. But just - value in brands? Or crap like that?
Sure pretty things are pretty, it's in the description. But, still.

By saying "crap" I don't mean to belittle anyone who does truly value brands, or things.
All I'm saying is - make sure you follow something that makes you feel something.
Really make you feel something.

Little things, simple things.
Cause contentment is much simpler that way.
M.