Writing like an estonian

Tonight I'm at my parents place.
So after the sauna I went to the kitchen and while waiting for my hair to dry and my face to go from red to normal snow-white, I opened a newspaper.
And man, I have to tell you - reading an estonian nespaper can sometimes be like reading a good book.
I wasn't reading the ordinary newspaper from which you get infromation about the war in Iraq or economical growth of Estonia, I was reading one of the extras. You know these thin papers they put in the middle of the actual newspaper and which always slide out and fall on the ground when you take them out of the mailbox. If it's a sunny day, it may not happen but they ALWAYS slide out when it's raining. Maybe it's just my own personal lack of luck. I mentioned to my friend a couple of days ago how anything can happen in Estonia BUT winning a million on the lottery and she told me that the norwegians always win on them. Damn those norwegians.

In these extras they usually write about music and books and culture in all its various wild and interesting forms. (I'd say art exhibitions are quite wild don't you think?)
And it's really interesting to read what estonian people think of one or another thing. And it's so...it's so familiar...the way they write I mean, makes me feel at home. And wow, actually I am at home. But most of the time I feel like Estonia's not really the place I feel I would want to raise my family and live my life but an hour of reading the papers made me more patriotic then sitting in the third row at the huge Singing Festival we have here & and where all the kids and grownups gather and then over a hundred thousand people sing their lungs out. And it's supposed to make you feel you love your country and the m********rs who are sitting behind you and kicking the leg of your chair to the beat of the music. Just because you're both estonian & you both have to drive home through the center of Tallinn & buy new tires the day after that.

Anyway, back to where I was.
So I read people's thoughts on Kadri K�usaare's film "Magnus" which won several prizes in other countries but which isn't allowed to be played in here because there were problems with a mother who didn't like that her son's life was pictured in that film if I'm not wrong. So in Estonia...we can see it in cinemas and in TV after 7 years. That's how long it has to wait. Of course the director and everybody else invloved in making the film are extremely disappointed.
But in the newspaper they were discussing - why seven years?! Why seven not six or five or four. And the author came to a conclusion that the judge in the court must've thought that seven is a magical number and even the God finished his work on the seventh day.
And I was like: L O L
It's so...estonian. To make ironic remarks about everything. Even the things which shouldn't make us laugh at all.
I've grown up with the sadistic jokes that my father and my brother told me when I was little. :) And I've developed my own creepy sence of humour which has gotten a nice touch of irony through the long years of basic and high school. :)
I always notice how foreigners don't understand estonian jokes. They either feel insulted or get utterly confused. But it's understandable because they don't have newspapers like we do. :)))

For the first time I feel I would like to write for a newspaper, I would like to be a journalist, JUST to be a part of those estonians. Be a part of the people who live in this wacky kind of cool country where all sorts of shitty things happen but which give the people living here a reason to write some really neat stuff. I wanna be one of the cool kids. And let me tell you, all the authors of the articles had their pictures under the headline and they looked somewhat forty and had beards (yes, women too). :D
I mean...if Estonia would be one big pink dream then the nation itself would soon turn into pointless brainless bunch of idiots who have nothing to ironize about.

I remember how my literature teacher said that the easiest thing is to ironize and in the next essay she didn't want any of us to do that.
And I was like...daaaamnn...
But when I go to the internet...then on forums there are people from other countries who don't know how to be sarcastic at all.
That makes me think if other literature teachers in other countries would repeat what my teacher said.

As weird as it seems, this is one of the things that makes me want to be an estonian. Really, reading those articles made me think how god damn clever and witty we are.

Enough of that, I believe I've made several italians angry by now. :D

I read a review of an book describing the city and people of Istanbul. That's like exactly for me! I will go and buy that book tomorrow. It's Orhan Pamuk's "Istanbul: Memories and the city".
From that review I got an interesting thought: "To be unhappy means to hate yourself and your city".
I think it's so true.
It was also said that the author was trying to find something from Istanbul that would make a man happy. I hope to catch that while reading and use it in Tallinn too. It will be a bit difficult of course if it happens to be the Bosphorus or something like that. :D

So, the other thing I wanted to mention was actually on the next page of the newspaper: The bookcharts from february to april 2008.
And number four was the Quran.
It doesn't really suprise me that so many estonians have recently bought themselves Qurans because there are a lot of people who are educated and interested of different countries and religions.
So, this is another thing I want to buy tomorrow.

And that is how I never seem to have enough money to buy food for the evening. :) I guess it will be muesli again. :D

Oh didn't even notice, it's over midnight & that should mean Im 19 now. Well, happy birthday to me.
Being 18 was interesting. It was by far the coolest year of my life. It was the most fun I've EVER had, truly, so many crazy jokes and unbelievable situations. It was also interesting and educating, I got to travel VERY much. Pretty much all year round I was travelling.
I also made a great great amazing new friend who I love with all my heart & the best thing is that she loves me as much! It feels better than anything!
It was the saddest year in my life. I have never ever ever been so so so sad. I practically died.

So I could say it was a damn cool year. Fuck yeah, may you all have your 18th year as exciting as I had!
I kinda hope the 19th one will be more calm.
But still, I want it to rock my world! I'm much more smarter and experienced now. I also have some goals and I've understand the essence of people a bit. Just a bit.
By the way, I think 19 is my favourite number. My birthday has always been on the 19th of May so it's an important day and an important number for me... plus it's really graceful, calm and I don't know...fresh. :)
My mom was so funny. We were grilling in the garden today and my bro and his girl came over and wished me happy bday (although it was still the 18th) and then suddenly my mother came with this big golden really beautiful wrapped up thingy and said: It's your pre-gift!
I was like: XD XD XD Nobody in the world has pre-gifts XD but I do! :D
It was like this really beautiful romantical teacup with tea-strainer and a tray. All covered with roses. And a diary from the same set, covered with roses. And also a silver bracelet.
It's so sweet when your mother remembers you have an allergy to something and then she avoids that thing like open fire. :) I happen to have an allergy for metal bracelets and necklaces and whatever metal things that rub against my skin. And she was like: "I made 100% sure it's silver! And if it's not...I swear...I'm gonna go to that lady and..."
:D
I was sitting in the garden, in the hammock, turning the pages of my new diary when my mom came and sat next to me and said: So do you like 'em? I know you never complain but still...
And I was like: awwww...
I told her that it was perfect and it was very ME.
She was more happy than me because of the gift. And I was more happy because she said I never complain. :D
And I never complain because she raised me so well. :)
My bro and his girl gave me a Johnny Depp's biography. :) <3>

Drink up my hearties yo ho! :)

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