Yeeeees

Jag vill hem och gora musiiiik!! Nuuuuuuuu med manga un.
Sen ett citat:
"Sjalv har jag langt till graviditeten eftersom det ju fan inte finns nagra karlar. Men skengraviditeter finns det gott om. Haha."

Too many weeks

There is never time for anything here. I read all the posts i get and just want to tae 5 hours off to respond, but NO TIME! Thats new for me, as I used to spend many hours on the internet before, and now like half an hour every week...
I guess that is good.
Now I am a teacher in art and tuff, so thats like my thing. Wish i would have more visions and plans on what to do with all those kids that rush into my classes and go wild. I still cant remember what is the word for scissors in Spanish..
Rigt. Have to go. AGAIN. Wish I could bury myself here for 5 hours.

Love.

2nd week

Here is hot. Thats all I can think of. I am fine.
You dont feel like writing and analyzing in this place, its like the sun is erasing all reasoning and you find yourself just sitting on a bench, empty-headed.

Finally in Casa Guatemala

Hello. I am here now, on that other side of the planet, or the right side or what ever you want to call it. Had both an easy and hard time to get here, as my luggage got lost and my throat got sick and all such things.
Then I came to the volunteers house and was quite scared the first three days as I thought everything was kind of a disaster. My task here is to be the gym teacher and I have classes just like a regular teacher and kids who are both nice and not very nice.
In the evenings we have other activities with the children and all stuff I could write about just to bore you to death.
Anyway, I love the fact that there are cows walking around everywhere around my house. I love the fast that the monkeys and pigs are screaming at night. I love the fact that there can be terrible spiders hiding behind my bed and climbing over my legs at night when I dont know it. I love observing the other volunteers in the evening and just listening to people and what they have to say. I have stopped drinking coffee adn everything else. The food they serve at the orphanage are seen like allright or straight from hell. I belong to the allright-bunch. I just eat. Rice and beans, beans and rice, tortillas and overcooked vegetables.
You connect with some of the kids and others not much, I havent actually been that forward either, I let them come and talk to me if they want to, but I think they have seen so many volunteer people just coming and going and all wanting to be their best friend, so I thought Id give them a break.
I have thoughts about people in groups ans how I just cant stand groups. People in gropus become stupid and unreasonable. Kids in groups are not much better.

I wonder what I will write in one month, cause now there are just too many influences now at once, I cant really keep my head clear from anything.
Today will be the first beer in years it seems. I need it. The local beer is called Gallo. I fucking speak Spanish now.

White Nights

Woke up in the middle of the night and saw this in my window.
My favourite time of the year is here. The time of the White Nights! The time of sweet insomnia!

Jetlagged after Copenhagen or one hour - what a strain!

If you sometimes by mistake happen to look at your life from another person´s perspective, it might look more fun again. But unfortunately, mostly you´re trapped in your own body and are forced to walk around thinking your own thoughts, and they usually make you neither happy nor smart.




Running hurts but the after effect is kinda nice. Either you eat cakes all day long and look like shit but feel happy or you run once in a while and eat those cakes and the cakes disappear and you look kinda good, but are you happy?
Does this make any sense? Of course not. Give me a job, please.

Enough rubbish.
Tillbaka i byhålan efter en veckas småsvirande i Köpenhamn och Malmö. Kom fram till att jag kunde flytta ner dit närsomhelst igen, för att jag bara trivs så förbannat bra där! Det är som ett andra hem för mig, och det där med att jag pratar danska bättre än finska kanske har en viss betydelse, vem vet.
I alla fall, det var vackert i Köpenhamn. Och allt var lite underligt, eftersom jag hälsade på gamla goda vänner samtidigt som jag var där med en som det var meningen att jag skulle vara kär i. Nu ska jag inte gå in på detaljer, men det blir ju så lätt så! Jag spelade lite apa fast jag inte ens var full och det var inte så lyckat. Fransmännen tittade oförstående på mig och så blev allt lite svårt och odefinierbart.
Kan man få jetlag efter att ha varit i Köpenhamn? Isåfall har jag det nu.



Eftersom jag har varit borta har det som vanligt hänt EN MASSA
Ryssland vann eurovisionen! Jeee! Skitmusik som vinner, I love it. Finnar som blir sura och får mindervärdighetskomplex, give me more!!! Finland sämst av de nordiska bidragen, hurra hurra hurra! Ska dom lära sig nu att heavy inte funkar tre år i rad? Vad hände med Finland som ett land som kommer med "nyskapande bidrag?" INGENTING! För det hände aldrig! Lordi var en slump. Muahhahahahahaha. Hejdå skitfinland.
Hej Morten Suurballe.

Sjuttonde maj

Bilvårdsämbare och beståndsdelar

...eller annat underhållande man kan hitta i Borgåbladet.

A place for friends my ass

Extrance of childhood, entrance of youth (at 27)

Don´t hair

Twain was wrong

....and lots of lots of more hilariously funny stuff here

Fynd från Borgåbladets webbplats

I just don´t get this fellow

What does one mean when one stick his tongue out like that?
He could mean like ANYTHING!
People write like "so let´s see" and that smilie
or "I think the weather is good today" and that smilie
or
"I could spank you right now" and this smilie
or anything
or anything
but what does he mean?
I want to ERASE him cause I don´t understand him.

I met myself today

I talked to myself today. Well yes, she had another name and was seven years younger than me, but she could have been me.
It was kind of a young author who has just won a price. She has stopped planning and think that everything will come her way anyway, she was happy, calm and satisfied.
I got a strong intuition of just grabbing this little girl, look her in the eyes and say: NO! It won´t! Cause I saw myself seven years ago in that girl. I almost heard myself talking to myself seven years ago, happily 20-years-old with the world at my feet, writing poetry and happy in general. I said to her that I also stopped planning when I was 20, but I didn´t say that I also thought everything was going to come my way, but it didn´t. Cause things just don´t work that way. I kind of said now I am 27 and look at me. I wanted to look like a warning, maybe I was.
I said that I have been travelling and living randomly for many years now, I felt like I was in the same age as her and at the same time much older, it was so weird...
But I wanted to warn her! I wanted to tell her that life is so much harder than she will ever expect, at the same time I didn´t want to destroy her positivity, but I wanted to tell her to PLAN HER LIFE, plan and follow your own rules like there´s no other opportunity, I wanted to tell her to please follow her plans and don´t end up like me when you´re 27. Then I wanted to cry.

If I push here, maybe something funny will happen

(Yeh, dog-humor IS cool)

Two kinds

Ourvision 2008

I.T.D from Somalia rockin it.

I went to Ourvision Song Contest 2008, which was a jolly and energetic event. Ten contestants from all over the world performed in Helsinki, and that is not seen every day. Congratulations to The Cultural Center Caisa!
Anyway I hope, that next year we will see more original songs and no Celine Dion and Alanis Morissette no more, please that has already been done!
I want to see a show where the Cubanos do a ballade performance and the sweet creamy female solo singers rock it with bongos on the dance-floor! Give me something to break my racial prejudices next time, please! I kind of already know that Cubans can dance salsa... Or am I just stupidly culturally disturbed and oversensitive now?
And what about those weird cosmetic sponsors and those ridiculously small money-awards? Please, make this a real and beautiful thing as it should be, not a giant colorful karaoke!

The beautiful Adi Subari.

Free Tibet

The Giant Fly

All the action is on my music-site at this time, so please visit Waiting for Malena for adventures for the ears. I actually thought about changing that very randomly picked name to The Giant Fly, how does that sound?



As you can see, my popularity is also rising considerably. The fans are just screaming out there.