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.

Does this look like blonde to you?

To me it looks like carrot. Fucking hair-colors.

Finnish coffee-break in March

Why Jesus?

When the muslims take over, they will shoot all gays and transvestites.
At the same time tens of nuclear plants will explode
and the Russians will find a red button that has been forgotten since Gorbatjov.
And the Kyoto protocol will be accidentally burned in Bush´s fireplace
and the ices in the south pole will melt from the heat and
the water at the coasts of Finland will rise several meters
tha bridges will collapse an in the fall take tens or twenty of wind-mills with them
Then Jesus will come and apologize he didn´t turn up earlier
but someone had put eco-bananas in the trombones
so the angels couldn´t blow
They were all alcoholics anyway.
Then Christian Morgenstern will rise from the dead and say:

Der Zwölf-Elf kam auf sein Problem
und sprach: Ich heiße unbequem.

I´ll still be playing accordion.

The terrible ballade about life and it´s wrong-sides

I wish i had a nail in my forehead, so that I could hang myself on the walls and unnoticed spend my days and afternoons in cantines and offices. I wish I had a loudspeaker in my throat and a play-button right outside, so that people could push it and listen to randomly recorded sayings about the world, either from a right- or a left-wing perspective.

The grasshoppers can listen to my moanings at night, in the evenings I will light a red lamp at the terrace, and then I´ll sit there quiet and ponder. My bed is 90 x 200 cm, that´s enough for a person not more than 170 x 70 cm. I will die slowly, but that´s the purpose. Life is for those who can give themselves to other people, who can read papers or work in offices, who can bring out garbage and dishwash and dry floors and greet their friends without being infected by the terrible meaninglessness that´s pushing on the temples. Life is for those who can fight for what they believe in, or who can do things for other´s wellbeing.
They can live. There´s enough of them.

The intelligent thought of the week