Lisbon, Portugal. Hanging out with the bättre folk in the whateverlounge that you need some fancy card to get in to (except me, because I'm awesome). This place smells like perfume and fake leather. The mood outside this bubble of a lounge is different: I feel sorry for the students sleeping on the floor in herds, but they seemed so comfortable never the less. I want in. The airconditioning is so out of hand here, I'm freezing.
The cow head with lace around it is freaking me out a little. It's staring at me. Now that I said that, this place really has some strange art, like underwear that's hanging on the wall covered in different colours of glittery paint, and a painting with loads of men in tuxedos doing nothing, going nowhere, and then randomly one of them pinching an ass of a woman. Hmm... I should get out of here and join those students. Six hours of sleep in the warmth of portugalls future achievers. Maybe some day they might be in here lounging, or not.
This really wasn't interesting at all. I'm gonna go do something more thought provoking, like facebook.
Friday, October 1, 2010
Half a year is no two hours
I don't want to give up yet. It's only half past twelve, I've still got 4 hours until I should really get up. There's no going back. If you decide to stay up, you stay up or sleep two healthy hours and wake up feeling like ...a flower in bloom. Yes, very nice, but I hate feeling like a flower, so instead I'll type an opening to my blog that I've been promising people I'll start updating again.
Truth is, I know nothing about writing no more (Meaning: I never did, and I still don't know, how to be interesting). I'm also feeling lazy like never before. Imagine a sloth mating with an obese cat, I'm the outcome. Shocker.
Topi says ''moi''. He's trying to stay up too, but he's also drinking, so it can only count as partying at home, and that's lame (minus 5 on teh awesometer). He also keeps talking on and on about the temperature of this flat and how people can't be productive if it's too cold. Maybe that's the reason I'm repeating his thoughts instead of coming up with something original, funny and interesting.
Okay let's get to the point. In five hours I'll be on my way to Recife in Brazil. Together with my somethingfriend Niklas, I'll be roaming around South America for half a year. You can read the censored version of our trip here when ever I have the chance to write, but those interested in the truth must turn on the news and wait for it..
The trip will be soo awesome, scary and blaablaa, oh what a crazy time we're going to have etc.
I give up.
Truth is, I know nothing about writing no more (Meaning: I never did, and I still don't know, how to be interesting). I'm also feeling lazy like never before. Imagine a sloth mating with an obese cat, I'm the outcome. Shocker.
Topi says ''moi''. He's trying to stay up too, but he's also drinking, so it can only count as partying at home, and that's lame (minus 5 on teh awesometer). He also keeps talking on and on about the temperature of this flat and how people can't be productive if it's too cold. Maybe that's the reason I'm repeating his thoughts instead of coming up with something original, funny and interesting.
Okay let's get to the point. In five hours I'll be on my way to Recife in Brazil. Together with my somethingfriend Niklas, I'll be roaming around South America for half a year. You can read the censored version of our trip here when ever I have the chance to write, but those interested in the truth must turn on the news and wait for it..
The trip will be soo awesome, scary and blaablaa, oh what a crazy time we're going to have etc.
I give up.
Saturday, August 15, 2009
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
FB Purity blocked: this app msgs [Show]
I took the liberty to use a gray day for something else but doing nothing. Concerned about the uncertain fun-factor of my summer, I'm trying to spend each day actually doing something worth remembering, this way, even if I didn't have fun, I would still have done something so as not to sit on the computer all day. A question rises: How is blogging not sitting on the computer? Well, simply because it only takes a few moments and involves at least a bit of brain activity. So, compared to updating your facebook page, its quite a thrill.
Facebook, facebook, facebook, now there's something for the individual to hate and love simultaneously. Constant pop-ups about tests people have been taking, nobody really cares about other peoples answers, they only care about their own and hope that others would care enough to post a funny comment about how you are a wild-drunk or most suited to marry Jennifer Lopez. That's why they send them to everyone, and in hopes of seeing their results after the compulsory 15 invites.
While waiting for a facebook trash-filter, I have also realized that facebook is the worst invention for people who want to have their own privacy. You can't get rid of anyone, except by blocking or ignoring their friend requests. Ignoring is something I have become quite fond of, I enjoy having the power to ignore someone I really haven't talked to more than once. I don't care If they went to the same school or have 30 mutual friends with me, If I don't recognize you or haven't said one word to you, then please, save yourself and don't try to befriend me. Sometimes I wonder if those people just click Add as friend on every single person facebook tries to offer them on the people you may know -tool, emphasize on the word may. However, I think a better name for that tool would be: People you may know, but who may not know you since they still haven't asked you to be their friend.
Facebook is sure to be one of the highest forms of self-promoting. Think about it, people clicking away, reporting about their thoughts, doings of the day, mistakes and embarrassments and down right stupid actions. Adding pictures about these events, pictures about their trips and friends and their own faces x10 + 2 per day. After that they tag each other and laugh about funny faces for days and nights, throwing a few comments here and there, letting everyone know how good friends they are, or even changing their status between: In a relationship and single every two weeks.
I'm not saying I hate all things related to facebook. I admit, I have done most of the previously mentioned stuff and enjoyed it, but I didn't say I enjoy others doing it. Selfish as I am, I like to promote myself every now and then, but hearing about people I don't like annoys me. So today I decided to delete some of the people I have as my friends, people I really don't care hearing about. Now I can safely say my facebook is way more interesting, with less annoying people. Soon I might start a new policy, deleting everyone who does tests, not that it any longer bothers me, thanks to the funny monkey-icon program Niklas set on my computer, it filters all that crap away.
Now, to finish this post I might just do a bit of self-promotion myself: For those who don't know (being no-one since only my parents read this blog) dad is back, has been for a few weeks actually (And not only is he back in Finland, but you can also find him on facebook!). It has made life way more easy (him being back, not the fact that he is on facebook) and once again I have started to avoid all responsibilities. In addition, it's summer, so everything should be great, except that its not: I don't have a job, so I don't have money and as a result, I don't have many options of what to do. Luckily I have Niklas and his graduation gift money. Niklas betalar - like the swedes say. Did I mention that I am currently sitting in his room, only a few meters away from where he hides all that money and there's nobody here besides me? Well, now you know... ...have fun at work, see you next year!
Now I shall go on facebook and update my status about posting a new blog.
Facebook, facebook, facebook, now there's something for the individual to hate and love simultaneously. Constant pop-ups about tests people have been taking, nobody really cares about other peoples answers, they only care about their own and hope that others would care enough to post a funny comment about how you are a wild-drunk or most suited to marry Jennifer Lopez. That's why they send them to everyone, and in hopes of seeing their results after the compulsory 15 invites.
While waiting for a facebook trash-filter, I have also realized that facebook is the worst invention for people who want to have their own privacy. You can't get rid of anyone, except by blocking or ignoring their friend requests. Ignoring is something I have become quite fond of, I enjoy having the power to ignore someone I really haven't talked to more than once. I don't care If they went to the same school or have 30 mutual friends with me, If I don't recognize you or haven't said one word to you, then please, save yourself and don't try to befriend me. Sometimes I wonder if those people just click Add as friend on every single person facebook tries to offer them on the people you may know -tool, emphasize on the word may. However, I think a better name for that tool would be: People you may know, but who may not know you since they still haven't asked you to be their friend.
Facebook is sure to be one of the highest forms of self-promoting. Think about it, people clicking away, reporting about their thoughts, doings of the day, mistakes and embarrassments and down right stupid actions. Adding pictures about these events, pictures about their trips and friends and their own faces x10 + 2 per day. After that they tag each other and laugh about funny faces for days and nights, throwing a few comments here and there, letting everyone know how good friends they are, or even changing their status between: In a relationship and single every two weeks.
I'm not saying I hate all things related to facebook. I admit, I have done most of the previously mentioned stuff and enjoyed it, but I didn't say I enjoy others doing it. Selfish as I am, I like to promote myself every now and then, but hearing about people I don't like annoys me. So today I decided to delete some of the people I have as my friends, people I really don't care hearing about. Now I can safely say my facebook is way more interesting, with less annoying people. Soon I might start a new policy, deleting everyone who does tests, not that it any longer bothers me, thanks to the funny monkey-icon program Niklas set on my computer, it filters all that crap away.
Now, to finish this post I might just do a bit of self-promotion myself: For those who don't know (being no-one since only my parents read this blog) dad is back, has been for a few weeks actually (And not only is he back in Finland, but you can also find him on facebook!). It has made life way more easy (him being back, not the fact that he is on facebook) and once again I have started to avoid all responsibilities. In addition, it's summer, so everything should be great, except that its not: I don't have a job, so I don't have money and as a result, I don't have many options of what to do. Luckily I have Niklas and his graduation gift money. Niklas betalar - like the swedes say. Did I mention that I am currently sitting in his room, only a few meters away from where he hides all that money and there's nobody here besides me? Well, now you know... ...have fun at work, see you next year!
Now I shall go on facebook and update my status about posting a new blog.
Sunday, April 12, 2009
What a boring piece of a (censored)
I like to read. I don't read too often, due to a lack of interest in starting a project like reading. However, the reason why I like to read is simple and common: It's a great way to loosen up and let your thoughts rest, diving in the world of font and paper. Bad books are no fun though. You can recognize a bad book from the toughness of reading it. If you feel like it's forced, you shouldn't feel obliged to continue. But don't be fooled by boring books! Boring books have their upsides: If the start and ending are good, you might be happy to have scrolled through all those pages. And in the end, the ending truly matters. A good ending is the crown jewel.
The four last weeks of my life truly have been book worthy. It's not like I'm going to start writing an autobiography, blogging is as far as I will go with it, but if you can say something about those pre-mentioned weeks, I would call them dreamy. What I'm trying to say is, that these weeks have been something out of the ordinary. So much has happened and in a totally different setting as my usual life. No parents, home alone and somehow I've managed to slave myself a (censored) of my own. I had friends around most of the time and felt almost complete control over my actions. Polar bear partying, late nights chatting with friends, cuddling my (pillow) and getting meals cooked for me by my (slave). All was fine, all was different.
Like books, even my flash of independent life had to come to an end. My mother returned from her trip to New Zealand, which ended the late nights with friends. Although it's nice to have her around, it has also brought me back to the old lifestyle of sharing the house. So no more late visits from friends or messing up the house. The more apparent step back to basics went in action last Sunday. Around midnight that day, my (slave) left to Laos for three weeks. It's not like he's staying there for ever, but it's the absence that makes me realize, my life is almost the same now as before my mother left: family life with no (slave).
Time for the problemo of this long blog: What the heck did I do and how the heck did I spend my time four weeks ago? I've been finding it difficult to figure out what to do after school simply because I can't remember what I used to do. I have more time for friends and interests, which is good, but somehow I feel very lonely and sad anyway. It has only been two days, so maybe it will come back to me, but ideas are very, very welcome. Any ideas involving splurging money, can not, however, be accepted.
Well, that's that for now. Oh, and P.s. I have now managed to climb some negative walls in wall-climbing, so that's one step closer to fulfilling my dreams. Maybe some day I will go to Laos and climb rocks, leave the slave home to hug his pillows. And I won't stay just for three weeks! Now there's an ending.
The four last weeks of my life truly have been book worthy. It's not like I'm going to start writing an autobiography, blogging is as far as I will go with it, but if you can say something about those pre-mentioned weeks, I would call them dreamy. What I'm trying to say is, that these weeks have been something out of the ordinary. So much has happened and in a totally different setting as my usual life. No parents, home alone and somehow I've managed to slave myself a (censored) of my own. I had friends around most of the time and felt almost complete control over my actions. Polar bear partying, late nights chatting with friends, cuddling my (pillow) and getting meals cooked for me by my (slave). All was fine, all was different.
Like books, even my flash of independent life had to come to an end. My mother returned from her trip to New Zealand, which ended the late nights with friends. Although it's nice to have her around, it has also brought me back to the old lifestyle of sharing the house. So no more late visits from friends or messing up the house. The more apparent step back to basics went in action last Sunday. Around midnight that day, my (slave) left to Laos for three weeks. It's not like he's staying there for ever, but it's the absence that makes me realize, my life is almost the same now as before my mother left: family life with no (slave).
Time for the problemo of this long blog: What the heck did I do and how the heck did I spend my time four weeks ago? I've been finding it difficult to figure out what to do after school simply because I can't remember what I used to do. I have more time for friends and interests, which is good, but somehow I feel very lonely and sad anyway. It has only been two days, so maybe it will come back to me, but ideas are very, very welcome. Any ideas involving splurging money, can not, however, be accepted.
Well, that's that for now. Oh, and P.s. I have now managed to climb some negative walls in wall-climbing, so that's one step closer to fulfilling my dreams. Maybe some day I will go to Laos and climb rocks, leave the slave home to hug his pillows. And I won't stay just for three weeks! Now there's an ending.
Sunday, April 5, 2009
Scrutinizing the reward-guidelines for government-owned companies
In my last blog I mentioned a serious lack of depression and sadness in my life resulting in a writers block. Note: Lack. In addition, I decided to take on more social subjects and topics, that refer to phenomenons or events around us. Choosing a more meaningful subject than my own life seemed like a good idea, but come to think about it, it's not. We all know my life is way more interesting than politics or economy. Also, I know nothing about politics or economics. Well, maybe a little. Instead of the headlining topic, this post is hereby re-named: Late nights before the spring awakens. Sounds posh right? Slightly poetic with a twist of lame and cliche.
Friday was a good day. Although the idea of spending the last two months of school mostly in school (8am - 4:15pm/5 days a week) haunted me slightly, there was nothing bringing me down properly, as me and Miranda sat on the rocks next to our school, enjoying the sun, coffee and the sound of grit-free streets. Watching other people run in a circle suffering, was a good plus. The day was almost perfect, I didn't mind being there at all.
Later in the day I ran around town and Vantaa, searching for food for a birthday-party we were setting up for a friend in the evening. She was turning 18, and we thought it would be a good idea to organize a surprise birthday, with a cocktail-theme (not to my liking). After fixing up some tomato, mozzarella, pesto and smoked salmon, avocado, lemon -appetizers with an additional cake and pastries, we sat down and waited for the birthday girl to arrive. The wait was long, so in the meantime we came up with a plan: The b-day girl's boyfriend would hide in a room, sitting on the bed with a rose in his mouth, card in his lap with the rest of the house dark. I would hide under the bed covers and Krista would be ready to take a picture as the b-day girl walked in. To completely understand the brilliance of this plan, you should know, that for the whole previous week all of us had been lying that we were only going to have a small girls-night with the four of us, no boyfriends or extra people allowed. We also told her we were waiting, wearing pyjamas and messy hair. The truth was, everyone else was nicely made up, wearing cocktail-skirts and heels, well, everyone except me. I had failed to pick out a dress, because even though I tried every single awful dress in Gina Tricot and H&M, I hated them all. So I was dressed as a polar bear with a waistcoat and bow tie.
The plan worked brilliantly, she was amazed and joyful when she realised who it was waiting for her. I think my suit also made an impression though. So we had her put on the dress we bought her, with all the bling too of course. And the night went on with more people arriving as they could, eating food and sipping drinks. It was a nice mellow party, not too many loud mouths going on and on about boring yadayada. Dancing was also detected during the night: Me, in my polar bear costume, rocking it away, alone. I guess there always has to be a clown. More, additional people involving dancing, was also spotted later on, so let's take it as me inspiring people to lift their feet and let the tennis bat swing.
Hopefully I will get some pictures, to explain the vibe a bit better, not that you would ever understand the magic of wearing that over sized furry-suit that almost caused my death in one point (It lit up a little bit, but no worries, the suit just needs a little patching). So an all-in-all successful birthday with all the characteristics of a party: Munchies, refreshments, stupid dancing, disco/Christmas lights, a clown, fire hazards, one ''complaint'' from the downstairs neighbour (''Are you guys having a party? Hey, wait a minute, aren't you the one who borrowed two euros from me?'') and a hell of a mess afterwards. Hi mum! Hi dad!
All is good now anyway. It was a late night after a beautiful spring day. I finally feel like spring is here and I have awakened from the endless night of winter. But not like in that musical...
There's a lot of symbolism involved in that one day and the weeks surrounding it. Living alone has been a good ride so far, no doubt about it. Maybe I should write poems and challenge my friend Iiro in the strange-poetry section.
The polarbear dies,
Sitting on the freezer
Smoke rises,
Flames light up
CO2,
Smoking kills,
So does drowning.
Friday was a good day. Although the idea of spending the last two months of school mostly in school (8am - 4:15pm/5 days a week) haunted me slightly, there was nothing bringing me down properly, as me and Miranda sat on the rocks next to our school, enjoying the sun, coffee and the sound of grit-free streets. Watching other people run in a circle suffering, was a good plus. The day was almost perfect, I didn't mind being there at all.
Later in the day I ran around town and Vantaa, searching for food for a birthday-party we were setting up for a friend in the evening. She was turning 18, and we thought it would be a good idea to organize a surprise birthday, with a cocktail-theme (not to my liking). After fixing up some tomato, mozzarella, pesto and smoked salmon, avocado, lemon -appetizers with an additional cake and pastries, we sat down and waited for the birthday girl to arrive. The wait was long, so in the meantime we came up with a plan: The b-day girl's boyfriend would hide in a room, sitting on the bed with a rose in his mouth, card in his lap with the rest of the house dark. I would hide under the bed covers and Krista would be ready to take a picture as the b-day girl walked in. To completely understand the brilliance of this plan, you should know, that for the whole previous week all of us had been lying that we were only going to have a small girls-night with the four of us, no boyfriends or extra people allowed. We also told her we were waiting, wearing pyjamas and messy hair. The truth was, everyone else was nicely made up, wearing cocktail-skirts and heels, well, everyone except me. I had failed to pick out a dress, because even though I tried every single awful dress in Gina Tricot and H&M, I hated them all. So I was dressed as a polar bear with a waistcoat and bow tie.
The plan worked brilliantly, she was amazed and joyful when she realised who it was waiting for her. I think my suit also made an impression though. So we had her put on the dress we bought her, with all the bling too of course. And the night went on with more people arriving as they could, eating food and sipping drinks. It was a nice mellow party, not too many loud mouths going on and on about boring yadayada. Dancing was also detected during the night: Me, in my polar bear costume, rocking it away, alone. I guess there always has to be a clown. More, additional people involving dancing, was also spotted later on, so let's take it as me inspiring people to lift their feet and let the tennis bat swing.
Hopefully I will get some pictures, to explain the vibe a bit better, not that you would ever understand the magic of wearing that over sized furry-suit that almost caused my death in one point (It lit up a little bit, but no worries, the suit just needs a little patching). So an all-in-all successful birthday with all the characteristics of a party: Munchies, refreshments, stupid dancing, disco/Christmas lights, a clown, fire hazards, one ''complaint'' from the downstairs neighbour (''Are you guys having a party? Hey, wait a minute, aren't you the one who borrowed two euros from me?'') and a hell of a mess afterwards. Hi mum! Hi dad!
All is good now anyway. It was a late night after a beautiful spring day. I finally feel like spring is here and I have awakened from the endless night of winter. But not like in that musical...
There's a lot of symbolism involved in that one day and the weeks surrounding it. Living alone has been a good ride so far, no doubt about it. Maybe I should write poems and challenge my friend Iiro in the strange-poetry section.
The polarbear dies,
Sitting on the freezer
Smoke rises,
Flames light up
CO2,
Smoking kills,
So does drowning.
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
The Eternal Burning of the Careless Mind
There comes a time in ones life, when feeling miserable is about all you can feel. Days, or periods of floating in one's self pity, feeling alone and hopeless. Every normal person has experienced that, and if not, they are either alien or Tom Cruise* (*read: alien) . Although low points are something a lot of people fear, every now and then it's actually a good thing to let out and think about everything wrong with you and the world. It makes you think about your life so far and make adjustments to ease the future. These adjustments hardly ever work, but it's all apart of our survival. Through the roller coaster we ride, and we learn and we find our true selves.
Enough with all the deep-talk. It's time to switch the emo-music your secretly listening to, to something better, like anything else except My Chemical Romance (Besides, it's so 2006). Trust me, there are a lot worse things in the world than not getting a car for your sweet 16. For instance: Me being happy! Being happy and without a care in the world sucks even worse than your old vacuum cleaner. I have absolutely nothing to write about, and I have totally lost all the mystique and absent-mindedness that made me at least a bit interesting. When nothing affects you, nothing stands out. And when nothing stands out for me, I don't get any inspiration or subjects to nag about. So from now on, or for the time being, I will concentrate on more interesting subjects than my now happydappyloviedoviebowie -life. As a result, for my next blog I will write about scrutinizing the reward-guidelines for government-owned companies. They say social subjects are way more interesting right?
Enough with all the deep-talk. It's time to switch the emo-music your secretly listening to, to something better, like anything else except My Chemical Romance (Besides, it's so 2006). Trust me, there are a lot worse things in the world than not getting a car for your sweet 16. For instance: Me being happy! Being happy and without a care in the world sucks even worse than your old vacuum cleaner. I have absolutely nothing to write about, and I have totally lost all the mystique and absent-mindedness that made me at least a bit interesting. When nothing affects you, nothing stands out. And when nothing stands out for me, I don't get any inspiration or subjects to nag about. So from now on, or for the time being, I will concentrate on more interesting subjects than my now happydappyloviedoviebowie -life. As a result, for my next blog I will write about scrutinizing the reward-guidelines for government-owned companies. They say social subjects are way more interesting right?
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