Farah 30

 This week my fierce friend Farah earned grown up points and got upgraded to level 30. We are growing up! You know, the older you get, the better you get (unless you're a banana).

We met up with the Powerpuff Girls before hitting the party.

#SmokingHot:

The Class of Summer 2016:

Woke up like this:

Beer pressure:

The moment when there's 10 timer pictures and you're out of poses to give:

"Baby bend over, baby bend over,

let me see you do that yoga":

"Two cocktails before I go home":

Then we went to F12 to meet the F30:

This picture illustrates the word 'beauty' in the dictionaries all around the world:

In October she just came to me and asked if I know *insert secret Estonian names here* and I did! Damn, we have mutual friends and probably have partied together at EKKM without knowing each other. She made me feel like home here in Stockholm, thank you Farah!

Married, 30 and fucking fabulous:

Version 3.0. download completed:

Polaroid never gets out of style:

The fireworks:

Farah had 30 bottles of champagne!

And this gentleman took care of that our glasses would never be empty.

I salute him!:

Sadly I went home way too early,

since duty was calling the next day 7am.

"Wörk, wörk, wörk, wörk."

Stockholm + summer nights = ♥ 

It's so awesome to meet so cool people. World is our oyster.

Italian and gelato. Slovaks and roof.

Time to return to Wilma's Stockholm life, because a lot of Estonia is happening on this blog. When East side is all about fun and games, then Stockholm is eat, work, sleep and repeat. At work I now got a bigger bit to chew on and hopefully my teeth won't fall off. On a positive side I finally got internet banking and can see live view how little money I have - so happy that I broke though the bureaucracy though!

So this week in Wilma's life: chilling with my dear Slovaks on a roof that is more amazing than Slakthuset's + Spending time with my Italian friend who showed me the best gelato place in Stockholm. Of course my week consisted also of PMSing and dropping dead-tired on the bed, but that is not worth showing, aye? 

Thorildsplan - the coolest metro station in Stockholm:

Dušo (not pronounced as tussu) is making tofu chicken and soya aubergine: 

This dog was rescued just a day before he would have been killed.

He comes from the Caribbean and sólo habla español:

That view!:

Brought my last Estonian Õun lemonade to this holy event:

"The Canadian, Slovak and Estonian walk home..."

this is how anecdotes start:

"What ya doin'? Just chillin'"

Today it was such a nice weather to take my pale ass out to the city 

(I have snow camouflage):

Later on I met up with my Italian friend. A neighbour from my exchange student year in Stockholm. He took me to this place, that should be the best gelato in Stockholm. And if Italian says that...:

Basil gelato?! I came three times! Food orgasm!:

Pistachio + basil + Swedish strawberry.

Since ice cream here in Sweden is really shitty, gelato was like heaven on Earth:

CIAO! Love this guy. Also, he has learned Swedish that well, that we only spoke Swedish this time. It is so cool to see another person learning a language, you see his improvement - before he could barely say "Hej!":

Talked about life and had another round of gelato.

Can you resist?:

A minute on your lips, lifetime on your hips...

...aaahh fuck it:

Kids are happy, because it is summer:

Peeps! Go on Erasmus, really, do it. You get friends for lifetime:

Few weeks ago I was at Bloc Party concert.

Big crush when I was 17, as I got basically a free ticket (Fred won Görna Lund card, my hero) I checked it out: