In this beautiful cottage, on a beautiful weekend, with beautiful people..
I get to learn that Finish neighbors take care of eachother..
This old man, joins us six youngsters enjoying some bad and good karaoke...
If I am right, he is pissed drunk... We are not sober either...
He joins us to the sauna...
In the meantime, he states his curiosity for one of the guys, for his love to the other, and he also mentions he likes the German boy's body...
In the sauna, he tries to kill me by asking me to enjoy the finnish sauna, the old school way... When I run out, he decides I am a "perkele"...
After the sauna, I get ot hear the best description ever, when I was listening to the conversation happening beside me,
"Mutta minä olen bruttaali hetero"
Coming out of a sixty year old man:
"But I am brutally hetero"
Cute, sweet and fun..
That weekend was one of the days where I enjoyed finns most.
Brutally enjoyed
Kippis!
Thursday, July 28, 2005
Friday, July 08, 2005
Early education..
One day walking home from sports, in Sorsapuisto, I smell a heavy scent of weed... Not unusual in the parks during the summer time...
Look around to see who is giving out that lovely sweet smell…
Then I find the source:
Two guys, one girl, smoking in the children’s playground, with their two little kids playing around…
That,
Is…. sick…..
Look around to see who is giving out that lovely sweet smell…
Then I find the source:
Two guys, one girl, smoking in the children’s playground, with their two little kids playing around…
That,
Is…. sick…..
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…
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.
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!!”
!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!??!?!?!?!?!
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)
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)
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