Thursday, June 16, 2005

Tampere city puts these flowers up in one night to make the country look like something other than green... And what happens is that a few teenies, under the influence of alcohol, possibly bought with OUR tax money, fuck up OUR taxmoney... The whole waterside was vandalized on a saturday night... Both sides of the rapids.

Later update : And I like these flowers, they add beauty to the park, and to the city, wherever they are planted. 07.07.2005

Tuesday, June 14, 2005

Things that we let go....

She’s dancing all by herself…White skirt, white top, white high boots, open belly and a tanned skin…

All with a gorgeous body and a matching face.

She’s dancing, but not dancing on the dancefloor.. And I am flowing with the music just close to her, coincidentally…

Have few good friends with me, and it’s not only the guys who comment about that babe, the lady with us is also enjoying the view. I am enjoying it, too…

She comes to me,

“You want to fuck with me tonight?”

“Maybe”, I say, smiling at her eyes first, then, moving them up and down that body…

In the flow of the night, I stay with my company, and let her be…

Don’t know if she found someone or not, I just know by two o’clock, she was gone…

Do I regret that move?

I guess, not regretting it, in the contrary, making that move, is part of the evolution of a solitary male….

I do not mean to brag about it, this is just an incident where I managed to surprise myself…

Guilt of absence causing nightmares...

My brother was born in the year ’90…

I left to university to Ankara in ’95…

From there on, the next five years, I did not spend more than two months in a year with the kid.. He always looked up to me, and I always loved him, like a brother, like my own child…

Then in 2000, I left to Finland… Almost five years now…

The kid which I last spent everyday with when he was five, now is fifteen, struggling in adolescence, trying to find himself… And I am too fucking far away…

This all came up in one of my nightmares:

I am playing ball with my brother, who has grown up to be 17-18..., when a small girl of the age three comes and hugs him..

When I ask who this is, he tells me,

“She is your sister, but you apparently do not know…”

I turn to her, trying to introduce me, but she runs away, I wake up grasping for breath, my stomach upside down, and feeling like I am buried alive.

Thursday, June 09, 2005

What would you say??

The young man is talking to her, at the same time has one hand on her boobs, the other on her butt, enjoying his time.

She is talking to him, close.

He, the not so young man is watching. Angry. He, is the husband.

He says to the young man, in a pissed off voice:

“Stop this, or I will not talk to you!!”


Tuesday, June 07, 2005

From hero to zero...

The visitor comes from London to Tampere for a weekend. The only thing he knows about this town is the name, Tampere.

The host takes him out.

When they are walking back home from the bar, both pissed drunk, the visitor starts a chat with two girls on the street. The host waits for him to get shot down, but things are going well. He waits for a while, as the visitor doesn't have the key to his place. But things are actually going very well as they start to kiss. So he goes and tells to the visitor that he is leaving and he should call him when he is done. Host goes home, sends the visitor an SMS to remind him to call when he is done and goes to sleep.

He wakes up with the phone call, gets up and before answering sees "Twenty six" missed calls...


So what happened

Visitor talking to the girls, manages to persuade the ladies to an afterparty in the host's place. So the visitor and two girls started to walk to the hosts place.

But the thing is no one knows where the hosts place is.

The visitor is desperately trying to remember, where the place was and in the meantime he calls the host constantly.

But no answer...

Calls again...

No answer...

Leaves a message,

"Brother, I got two chicks coming to your place, please answer"

Then girls leave a message,

"Hello, we are coming waaaakeee uuupp

More calls, no answer...

The girls still asking to go to host's place, call few more times, no answer...

They are wandering in the streets of Tampere, desperately trying to find the place. However, the girls get suspicious of the situation, and they bail out...

Two minutes ago, the visitor was the king of the world with two girls coming with him. Now he is outside left alone, no place to go, don't know where the home is.

But he keeps trying to wake his buddy up. No hope though. He leaves a message:

"Look fucker, I had two girls, they were coming to your place. They were coming to FUCK you fucker. But you fucked it up. I was trying to find the place, couldn't find it. Girls became suspicious, and they left home. I wanted to go with them but they said no.

Now I am outside, going to sleep on the bench. I am begging you, please wake up and find me or call me or do something."

No call...

Then he leaves another message, this time his voice is so low and so sad
"Look buddy, I found your apartment, rang your doorbell but you don't wake up. I will be sleeping on the bench at the park next to your apartment. So when you get this message, please find me"

After seeing twenty-six missed calls, the host feels something had happened, but due to alcohol in his blood and the sleep he cannot fully understand the situation.

So he asks, just after he answers the phone

"Were you lucky?"

"Fuck you big time, FUCK YOU"

(Thanks goes to the "host" for proofreading this text)

Can someone please explain me why the American flag was flying on the seven screens of a popular Finnish nightclub, when half the world is debating on the actions taken by this country. Not even mentioning the criticisms made especially in Europe on the way US lifestyle is being imposed on the rest of the world????

Monday, June 06, 2005

He doesn’t want it, so???

She goes to every guy present in the place:
“I know you want my pussy.”

None of the guys gives a good answer, until,
“No. And even if I would be more drunk than I am, I would not want your pussy.”

She just slaps him in the eye with the back of her hand….

(And gets slapped back. Five fingers on her face, and kicked out of the room.)
(Mentor in action)

Finnish creativity greeting travellers leaving the train after a two hour ride...

Difficult girls - By a friend

He sent this to me for Finndistan:

I am leaving old bricks inn, going upstairs to the exit door and suddenly a lady stops me and asks:
- hey are you french?
- yes (not really :) )
lady's face changes and with a smile:
- well it is obvious anyway from your looks (there are many adjectives now to be called for her huh?..)
I say:
- i gotta go, my friends are waiting me outside, but how about you give me a kiss before I leave.
- sure I will kiss you, from the cheek though..
- C'mon you found a French man, you should give a french kiss
- OK
All conversation took around 20 seconds and I was french kissing with her.

Me and two other Turkish are having Pizza after a long night, around 4 am. Talking in Turkish, usual guy stuff. Then a lady comes and says:
- Are you talking in French?
my friend answers (with a French accent)
- Yeees...
Fifteen minutes later, they were taking a cab to his place.

Again, me and two other Turkish had Pizza after a long night, around 4 am. We left the Pizza place and started walking home. A lady was walking to opposite direction, when my friend said "Hi". Ten minutes later they were walking home together .. (whether they found home is another story)"

Wappu 2005.

Desperate move, or protective instincts?

When a man talks to a girl, and another man sees it, sometimes we have this incident that the watcher, upon having the opportunity, goes up to the girl and says stuff like:

“That guy you are talking to is a player..”

“Do you know he is dating more than one girl?”

“He is like this… like that… bla bla bla”

The list can be made infinite.

The funny thing is, if the girl has even a little self esteem, this talk she had with the second man will turn out to be after-sex talk with the man he was accusing, the player, the bastard, the whatever, even if it may have been true..

Reason I am writing this is that I do not want my fellow men to fall into this trap; it makes them comics characters for the morning to come…

Not that it bothers me to have something to laugh about…

Happened to me a few times, and has happened to friends a few times… Almost all the time, the second guy ended up as the jackass on the next day’s beer table…

And if the guy succeeded in his sabotage, congratulations, you made some enemies….

So please, either flirt with the girl, or shut up,

If you don’t want to end up like:

“Haha.. You know what that guy told me about you?”

Time is not as we see it

Sunday nite, picked her up from the airport, she came back from London, drove her home, after a night with a person I missed like hell in four days, the dreaded morning comes. Adding to this that the weekend had been heavy, I am devastated.

“What is the time”, I say, upon waking up…

“Nine”, she says.

“Good. Still not too late.. “

As I get up, I have a look at the clock…


And the reality drowns on me… Though she was the one coming back from London, I was the one in the wrong timezone, together with her phone…