meet me halfway

can you meet me halfway?
right at the borderline
is where i'm gonna wait for you

i'll be looking out
night and day
took my heart to the limit
and this is where i'll stay

i can't go any further than this
i want you so bad, it's my only wish

love is our resistance

I can't stand still, I run and dance and scream and shout, all I want to do is LAUGH TILL MY STOMACH FALLS OFF and tell the world how awesome my life is right now

and I still can't wait for August and leave to Mexico and live and learn and love

and I can't put in words how awesome everything is right now

♥ (pictures from we♥it)



































love is our resistance

and our love will conquer all

I still remember what I did exactly, exactly, one year ago. I remember the anxiety that my computer would just turn itself off in the middle of everything. I remember the tingling in my stomach that I'd finally get to write the scenes that had been in my head for a long, long time. And I remember the... the simple emptiness that struck me. It's over. It's done. The words are out of my heart and in paper, and there's nothing left for me to do. The days spent in school just waiting to run home to write, the tears that ended up rolling for things packed far far away from the past, everything, it, me - it was all there. I listened to music while sitting on my bed, eating ice cream and crying my guts out for girls that will never exist but girls who changed my life simply forever.

Shattered was finished on Jan 24th, 2010, and I feel like it wasn't me who wrote it. I can't have been that shy, preserved girl, who was obsessed with all things India and hindu and spiritual and was completely blind to everything and... I kept myself hidden for so long, and I poured it all into Shattered, and it feels amazing for now that I got to think my thoughts and emotions through, my head is much clearer and more serene. And still when I open the Word document and read the words I wrote, something clutches my stomache. Why can't I still write like that? What happened? Why did it all leave me feeling so empty for so long?

Writing was a passing phaise in my life. I got pretty good at it, but it wasn't for me. I guess I am noo sensitive to it after all. So here I am, exactly one year later from where I started from. I never see the people I saw at that time, I never went to parties and thought I was better than anyone else, I hated the Western world and thought I'd found my place, my life, but... oh, I don't know, I'm not where I thought I'd be, I'm somewhere I never thought I'd end up. But it's not sad or horrible, it's amazing. I'm somewhere I never thought I'd get.

it's not time to make a change
just relax, take it easy
you're still young, that's your fault
there's so much you have to know

I still have some bits of the person I was in me. But I guess there are somethings that my words are not enough. So I guess Meena from 365 days can do it for me.

"Thanks," Darlene whispered. Christine opened her eyes and listened.
"Thans for what?"
Darlene sneered. "For everything," she replied and felt her chin starting to slowly shiver. "For this. For yesterday. For last week. For this year. For tomorrow."
"You don't have to thank me," Christine said and buried her face into Darlene's soft hair. "I'm here because I want to. Because I wouldn't want to be anywhere else than where you are." She paused, and Darline sniffed. Christine carefully turned her gaze to the girl. "I can't live without you, Darlene."

They were silent for a while. Darlene watched the uneven surface of the wall melt slowly to a pure, even shade of white.
"Remember when you said that I am strong, and asked why you aren't?" Christine asked after a while. Darlene sniffed and nodded agains the pillow.
Christine got closer. "I wouldn't say that. You are strong just for being here. Many other people would've already given up - I mean, I would be... yeah. But you are there, after all you've been through, after all the work that still needs processing. And that alone makes me love you."
"What if it's not enough?" Darlene asked. The last words swung higher than she'd intended, while her body started to slowly shiver. "What if you wake up one day thinking how much time you spent on 'fixing me'? What if... what if you just get bored? I don't want to live without you either you know. I don't know how. And..."
Darlene stopped to breathe when Christine pressed herself against her as close as she could get. They got tangled up to oneanother in every way they knew while somewhere babbled a pipe, someone played the piano and some pulled the trigger. They laid there in the middle of it all, and the only thing they needed in order to bear it all was eachother.
Christine kissed Darlene's neck softly. "You've been through stuff, too. And you smile. It's another argument," Darlene said.
"I smile only because you're here," Christine whispered. Darlene shut her eyes tightly and let the tears stream onto her cheeck, nose, lips. She tasted salt on the tip or her tounge and her breathe broke down.

"I never knew how to do it before you. And I sure as hell wouldn't know how to do it... after."
They quieted down. The only thing they could hear in the room were Darlene's peaceful, finally fulfilled tears. She was too tired to feel embaressed about her red overly-moist eyes and blushing cheecks. Christine's body was comftorably close to hers and the other caught some of Darlene's tears to herself.

"I never thought someone could love me", Darlene whispered and gasped quietly. "Or that... I could ever love someone back."
Darlene felt Christine's smile against her neck. It made little pieces of happiness dance in her arms, face, heart.
"Can you promise me one thing?" Darlene asked quietly after a while. Christine, whose eyes had been calmly clsed, opened them carefully. She slowly brushed Darlene's cheek with her palm and closed her tears inside her hands. "Of course," she whispered, and Darline took a deep, deep breath.

"Tell me that after all this, and much, much more, we can end it all here. No matter what happens, no matter what gets poured on us, we can be together and cope through it all. And... and we'll come out as winners. Because we'll have eachother. Right?" Darlene whispered carefully, desperatelly, being more honest than she'd ever been in her entire life. Christine was quiet for a while.
"I couldn't think of anything else," she then whispered and kissed Darlene's burning hot skin.

Darlene nodded, closed her eyes and let the dark sweep her over one last time. Because now she knew that it would always be followed by light.


how can i try to explain
'cause when i do, he turns away again
it's always been the same, same old story
from the moment i could talk,
i was ordered to listen
now there's a way, and i know,
i have to go away
i know i have to go

hasta el fín

Probably the coolest thing ever is seeing what you've worked for really hard - I used to think people always overly emphasized their goals and achievements, but duuude, it feels so good !

So as some may know, I've ben having problems with my weight for about 5 years now - I've been through phaises where I eat loads and loads every day and phaises when I stare at lettuces and refuse to eat practically anything. This Autumn I decided I wanted a change, since being stuck in a never-ending yoyo turn can be pretty frustrating, and started to get my life & food organized. But it was not just that, I needed to really change my attitude towards food too, and begin to exercise. Since the only exercise I done by then was aerobic, but it was basically only once a week, and I kept on making excuses on why to skip one etc. etc. Now I feel really ashamed of how I could just ignore my health and body problems like that, and wish I'd just grabbed the root of the problem earlier! Oh well, atleast I feel better about it now.

So I started american football with my friend from school, and dude, it's awesome! I'm not very good at it (yet, obviously, I've been doing it for... 1½ months now?), but I can alreadyy feel the change. Aerobic is really fun (now I aim for 2 aerobics & 2 work-outs a week, but 1 work-out's enough...), but it didn't really give me any massive body changes, I just got me (a really small bit) slimmer, but now with football I feel my thighs getting toner, my stomach etting smaller AND my arms are finally growing some big guns! So that's maybe the coolest thing ever, to realize that eating or even craving food filled with either fat, salt or tons of sugar, has gone to the past. I don't feel like buying 200g of chocolate anymore, it's too much to me. I used to be able to eat packs of ice creams in one night and then hide the "evidence" as good as I could. Now I feel like if I want to do something but would be too embarresed to stand behind it, it may take a second thought to think it through.

And I've also noticed a change in my muscles - I can run faster, for a longer time period and my breath doesn't run away from me all the time. Yayyy! It feels so good that I can co to gymnastic at school or running with my friends and not be the red-faced chubby girl who has absolutely no physical health whatsoever. Eating&drinking well, exercising and just staying happy have made a huge change in my life - and it's not as hard as I thought, although it does take a lot of time. Changes don't happen in seconds. Now in 18 months I've lost 12kg, so the pace could be faster, but atleast I know I'm heading for the right direction. And there's onl one way from the bottom, right? ;)

M

Anna Nalick - 2 AM (Breathe)

and breathe, just breathe

el día de la despedida de esta playa de mi vida

¡Hola! Esta es la primera vez que escribo en Español, y ¡espero que no hago muchos errores! He decidido este día porque hoy es la día de independencia aqui en Finlandia y quiero destacar como me siento. Porque, en relidad, no me siento cómo una finlandesa, no nulo. He siempre estado un pocito distinto que los finlandeses, hasta de mi niñes, quando hablé inglés y italiano todo el tiempo - recuerdo cuándo he dicho a mis amigas de escuela a decirme una palabra en finés y yo lo he decido en italiano o inglés. Después he olvidado esta cosa y he empecado a piensar cómo una "auténtica finlandesa", pero hoy que la Finlandia hace 93 años, he empezado a piensarlo un otra vez.

Yo he siempre sabudo que soy distinta - soy más ruidosa, morena, franca, lenguaraza y muchas otras cosas que no son típicos aqui. Aqui más o menos todos son más tranquillas y silenciosas y acostumbratos a la sosiego y naturaleza de la Finlandia, y yo, cómo un típico italiano, en el lío y exuberancia de la Italia y el sur en general. Me gusta mucho mucho más estudiar español y francés que sueco, que es obligatorio a todos. ¡Hrr! No es para mí, no nulo.

He decidido que quando termino el liceo, en 2014, me traslado fuera. Voy a ir en España, en America Latina, en Italia, en Asia, pero no quiero quedar aqui. Soy muy agradecida que he vivido aqui porque la escuela y comer es gratis, pero la lengua y las personas son mucho más dificiles a entendir... Quiero vivir, quiero estar frio y feliz. Y tengo que ir porque aquí no es posible.

te voy a escribir la canción más bonita del mundo
voy a capturar la nuestra storia en tan sólo un segundo
un día verrás que este loco de poco se olvida
por mucho que pasen los años en largo en su vida
(La Oreja De Van Gogh: La Playa)

alors on dans

So my big sister Sofia wrote in her blog Propane Nightmares about the phaises she had gone through when she was younger. Since she's almost 20, she had a whole bunch of photos when she was 14, 15, 17, 18... and since I am only 16, I know I haven't got a lot behind me, but a really weird thought stroke me today.

I was listening to LMFAO (my new-found love, also thanks to my big sis ♥) and I started browsing through this internet site and there were people talking about relationships and dating and stuff like this. You know, they were saying how they feel insicure and no one could ever love them because they're this and this etc., and some older people said to them don't worry because they used to be unpopular too. It's cool that they support eachother, but it got me thinking about a whole bunch of stuff.

Basically I have this really stupid theory - teens can be seperated in two groups. I don't like to label people (my gosh, who does?), but to me, it's pretty clear wherever I go. There's the group of so called "party people" who are vivid and social and laugh a lot and party and do crazy stuff, and there's the group who... well, simply doesn't. They're calmer and more serene and focus on other stuff than going wild and crazy and partying and stuff like that. And when I was 13, I was a definite member of the second group - I never bought new clothes or cut my hair since I thought it was only for the shallow people, I never went out with my friends and I thought I was better than the people who got wild every single weekend and told stories about what they did when they were drunk. Then I went to another school and I started noticing that the line between these two groups is pretty obvious. And in my new juniour high, you had to make a pick.

So I guess I spent a lot of time trying to figure out which I was. I've always been social and open and laughing a lot, but I also had a whole bunch of quieter friends (nothing wrong with that) and I liked to read and write and do that kind of stuff. So I had some troubles, up until the end of 9th grade, to figure out which I was. I fell into the middle, like many people probably do, but I felt like the preassure (which no one threw on me intentionally, I'm sure) was getting pretty rough. I felt like if I went to parties and talked to the popular kids, I was dissapointing my friends who were more withdrawn. But I had this huge craving to be a girl that everybody loved - but I still didn't know. So I guess 9th grade was pretty confusing for me.

Now I'm in an all new high school and I'm loving it, and to be honest, I think I've fallen perfectly to the wilder group. I'm known as one of the most social people of my school, I throw parties and go to some almost every Friday (Fridays without parties or being social are definitely more rare) and I have tons of fun in school. I do drink, yeah, but I rarely go overboard (and when I do, it's a pure accident). I smoke sometimes and I do flirt a lot, so I guess some people would call me, I don't know, popular? It's not that it matters, but I kinda figured out only recently that life is not about finding yourself - it's about creating yourself.

So anyway, listening to LMFAO and reading those posts just got me thinking about my past. I think when I was 13 it was really rough because my class was kidna falling apart and I felt like a social outcast, though I did have friends too. Now nothing can stop me, I'm a total social addict, I love to party, I go crazy, I laugh, I enjoy life by everything I can and it's great. I can't wait to see what the future brings me. México, I hope you're ready for me!