I'm Wilma. Girl. No dragon tattoo. I love theatre, fashion, music that makes me orgasm and taking pictures. I have split myself between three places (London-Stockholm-Tallinn), but my current hub is Tallinn. Wherever my circus goes, there's always a party. If the party does end, I watch cat videos and blog about it all. Check out my yearly summaries below to get to know me a bit better. Header: Mandel Photography

If you have any questions: hemafruu@gmail.com.

Thursday, November 29, 2012

Stockholm University

 Maybe somewhat boring topic, nevertheless, uni is the main reason why I am in Sweden and surprisingly enough, it takes up a great part of my time. Although I do not give a lot of credit to it. Here we go then.

 It started snowing today, amazingly disgusting weather:

Bitches love lamps. Our landlord loves lamps. Everybody loves lamps:


Me and my History of Welfare assignment. Very, very romantic:


Fuel for life:

In these last few nights I have suffered from insomnia, thus I feel like walking zombie:

It is all about food:

My friend and his hot...chocolate:

This pictures is a fail - I wanted to show how we are browsing Reddit in a lecture, but now you just have to trust me:


Last but not least. The most important object is not my lunch, but the invitation to Topshop Winter Fiishon Thingy (massive! big! can't wait!) in the background. After that Ben UFO at Berns - I think tomorrow will be a good day:


Monday, November 26, 2012

Another Friday night - "Really hard to explain" party

 As usual on Friday we had a dance dinner (a social occasion in the evening, at which there is a meal and dancing). Well, that escalated quickly, and first time ever I had to hide all the pictures. Clicking on "Click to see more Circus " is your on responsibility.

 A little "Ossikükk" before we go-go:


Sunday, November 25, 2012

Stockholm on the Move - at Färgfabriken

 I should not only talk about endless partying, maybe you get the wrong idea of my life. Yes, of course we are the wild youth and little drinkies come hand-in-hand, but there is a lot more. Next week I might give an overview on uni and everyday life in general, let's see. I am desperately trying to use my Zenit, but it is just too hard to fulfill. 

 Meanwhile me and Monika visited an artsy exhibition called "Stockholm on the Move" in Färgfabriken (same place where the How to Dress Well concert was held):

I died and went to hipster paradise:

The darkest, the most emigration:

Stockhome - my home:

Black part shows the percentage of Swedes living in different boroughs:

Enjoy the map:

We even got free champagne, can't really complain:

Living our champagne lifestyle with Mõmmi lemonade budget: 

Cheers!:

Thursday, November 22, 2012

Best gift ever

Ivan gave me the best gift ever - Hangover Cookbook. As my weekend just started, I should buy some groceries for tomorrow and try it out.
Thank you, Vanja.

It's all about choices:

Wednesday, November 21, 2012

Friday with Ella and Ivan - Marie Laveau and Lidingö combo

 Never-ending nights and miserable mornings - you know the drill already.
Please cancel my aromatherapy, my psychotherapy, my reflexology, my osteopath, my homoeopath, my naturopath, my crystal reading, my shiatsu, my organic hairdresser. I want to party right now and let's see if I can be re-birthed next week.
( Read more at somewhatslightlydazed.co.uk - my partner in crime)

Russian, Estonian and a Jew - this is how the anecdote starts:

Quick shower, quick shower... Wash and go. Sandpaper, cellulite breakdown, tone and perm, auto-bronzer and birch twigs! Shall I have soap? No, no soap! - and we are ready to go:

Right, time for another little drinky before we go:
The Kings drinking game is our holy ritual - I should start my own company and produce that "everybody tributes" liquid all around the world, because it's always so good:

What's drinking? A mere pause from thinking!

Eastern European girls together - looks like a scene from beginning of a pornmovie:

She is surprised that Stockholm is actually pretty fun and Georg is just sexy, because of his new haircut:

We desire to behave this certain way and we love to be able to blame it on alcohol:

 As he always puts up with our music, so we gave him a chance to put his taste on. He chose System of a Down and was Happy Sven. Rrrrr:

We left the building and took the tube.
Sis and bro:

Candy is dandy, but liquor is quicker:

Dance is about saying something. If you don't have nothing to say, get off the dance floor!
Can you read our body-language?:

Ivan is tall, strong and Russian. He will never fall, that's the reason why I am holding on tight:

Everyone has their own symbols:

They looks bright and wise - looking after us, thank God:

Let the music lift you up:

She tried to crowd-surf and the tide went out:
(I have tonnes of pictures me in the arms of different boys, therefore I need to explain my slutiness. Every time me and my theatre-school mates get drunk back home, we start doing different kind of tricks that modern dance has taught us. This is why my body wants to ignore gravity, when I am drunk. Sadly my new friends cannot really do anything else than this pose):

Walk like an Egyptian:

What happens when Ivan stops drinking? He shall drink water (with a little whisky inside):

Sven's life just flashed before his eyes:


The patients, who have escaped from a mental institution. The staff came after them, so they are trying to "act normal" just to blend in to the crowd:

Me and Chloe - we think that toilets are underestimated and we fancy them:

Random girl is random:

Some go to church on Sundays, I go to clubs on Saturdays to pray JESUS, JESUS!:

Boob-crab:

If life gives you lemons, you should make lemonade and try to find someone whose life has given them vodka, and have a party together:

Luciano made it here!:

Make the most out of tonight and worry about it all tomorrow:
I didn’t fall. The floor just needed a hug.

Tuesday, November 20, 2012

A day in the World

 Our Friday was little sleepy, but still full of shopping and (of course) art.
So this post is all about art and shoes - a.k.a. silence before the storm

 Exhibition at Kulturhuset - if you are curious about what others in the World are doing:

Estonian, yes, yes:

The town I live in and the famous fallos:

Careless squatter:

The shoes that Londoners wear: