In October drinking caipiroskas...

I have the life I've dreamed of for who knows how long. There's only one important thing missing and it isn't booze. I am a cheap drunk but cheap describes so many things here that it's only a good thing.

A few minutes or more ago we had some cheap pizza. The pizza was consumed by me and niklas at a very mellow, relaxed but professional pizzeria. We sat at a table for two ordering caipiroskas for starters and munching up our crispy stone-baked deliciousness in a comfortable yet sophisticated mood (read: drunk). It was nicccce.

Before getting drunk at a brazilian italian restaurant, we took a stroll on the beach searching familiar stars from the sky. In the warm light of the nearby pousada, we scavenged the sand for shells like real tourists.




A lovely day to say the least. I didn't get burned during my morning of sunbathing on the beach with a good book for company. I didn't get burned splashing around in the warm yet refreshing bath called the atlantic. I didn't get burned when lolling in the hammock drinking guarana arctica and fresh made fruit juice. I did not get burned, thank god (or the over priced sun tan lotion with a protection of 50 and all the other UVA, UVB deebodaabo) for that. Needless to say, I didn't get tanned either.




Ah yes, you should be jealous.

Now that it's dark and the beach bars on wheels have turned of their brazilian boomboxes and returned to their homes, me and niklas are forced to walk five meters to the bar for some more caipiroskas. What a pain those five long meters, what a pain indeed. It takes so much effort I should just come back to finland where things were so much easier.

Well, I guess I should get going then. Have fun in Finland mommy and dad!

Location:Porto de Galinhas, Pernambuco, Brazil

Today was a good day...

...and so was yesterday, and the day before. Every day is a day that I get closer to this country and its people. Every day I learn a word or two and maybe in a few weeks I'll know enough to actually tell the taxi driver where to stop instead of repeating aquiöö aquiöö?!?

What I have come to love by now is the way the brazilians just know how to take it easy. Life is for living here and the finnish should learn that. The brazilians know something important about life that many of us don't, and it has nothing to do with the warm and sunny +28° climate or the long sandy beaches next to their homes... Nothing. The finnish should learn how to relax, to be patient and remember that there's time tomorrow and the day after that. The finnish should stop moaning about the cold and the rain and the ticket prices and Matti Vanhanen and how the curtains don't match the carpet. The finnish should use that time to enjoy the good stuff. I should use that time to enjoy the good stuff. From now on I will try to enjoy the good stuff. And I have.

It's hard to believe I've only been here for three days. In those three days I have: Walked on the beach while eating cold acai with honey and banana, drank caipiroscas under a starry sky while the brazilian beat plays in the backround of the hidden beach restaurant, I have done mad poses for pictures with people I've know for a matter of hours, but who have been the best company even though we don't share a language. I have done so many amazing things and had so many amazing moments it feels like a lifetime. And I still have five months to go.

But there are people to thank for these experiences. Not all moments have been good. Every now and then you get reminded of how far away you are from home and how dangerous it can be in these corners of the world. We would be dead or at least stranded without Tulio, and I would have gone mad or had a nervous breakdown if I didn't have Niklas.

Every day is a better day. Every day you learn a new way to enjoy this mad place. Tomorrow we are going to what is known as the most beautiful beach in Brazil. It's a place where fish eat from your hand while you watch them through the clear blue water of the lagoon. It's a place I haven't been to, but I hear they have chicken. It's a place called Porto de Galinhas, and I won't send you a card.

You guys just have no idea...

...I'm so lucky I do.

Lost in spelling errors

Hola! We are now in Recife, Brazil. To all of you who are currently suffering in a cold and rainy climate: Don't be jealous, at the moment I wouldn't mind a little cooling down. Unfortunately for me, swimming is not allowed here because of the sharks. Nice.

I got to say, it's not easy being so far away from home. Everything is so new, scary and beautifull at the same time, it makes me feel strange and a quite lonely too. Maybe it could be described as a feeling of paranoia, nothing really feels right. Well, I'm lucky I've got company and I know this feeling will pass as we get used to our surroundings and the brazilian way of life.

So far the brazilian way of life has seemed very relaxed. Our brother from another mother,Tulio, has been a great help. I have no idea what we would have done without him. Not knowing the language really makes you feel like an outsider, but with Tulios help we have managed to get a good place to sleep. Yesterday he took us to the beach to have a few drinks and talk about our plans for our stay in Recife. It was an interesting night since we were both suffering with jet lag, add a few drinks and you have two young adults with the worst homesickness trying to figure out what the hell just happened.

The jet lag is still bothering me, at the moment I can't really think straight at all. Something as simple as writing is so difficult right now. I think I just need a moment or two, some place quiet where I can just relax and charge my batteries.

But all is well anyway. We're not sick and there's really nothing to worry about. I guess It's just hitting me how far away from home I actually am and it makes me miss a lot of people.

Got to go now, Tulio is taking us to the shops and beach soon. I also can't stand writing so slowly. I keep making mistakes and I don't have the time or patience to correct them, so go and flood my facebook so that when I get back I won't have to miss you as much. Got to get my mojo back!

Miss you !

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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.

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.

I want a job

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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.