All I can say is... HOLY CRAP! ^____^
I can't wait to hear the new album.
I really hope this isn't the last album. Even though Harri Mänty left the band... :(


http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&friendID=38505447&blogID=271302887&MyToken=ca6a6b21-e19a-4b95-9a37-d21ec0d2ce65

http://www.hs.fi/kaupunki/artikkeli/1135227435346

*giggles*

A 2,5 metre high vagina?!

That's an artwork of a Finnish artist... XD

I have completely fallen in love with the Swedish language.

Great Swedish bands I recommend:
-Moneybrother
-Håkan Hellström
-Magnus Carlson
-Kent
-<3Weeping Willows<3


also, I really want to go to Stockholm this summer.



http://youtube.com/watch?v=WZkFYfCor2o&;mode=related&amp;search= <3


What do you know about the moon's light
before it has struck you broken under it
And what do you know about the dawn
before you meet every morning with sleepless eyes

What do you know about the sun
before someone has shut all the lights
And what do you know about that you don't want to wake up anymore
You'll see your youth rot before you

And what do you know about love
before you hated it in vain
And what do you know about that the heart can burn
for love which can never die
but not to live for either

She will never come back
She will never come back

It's my own fault
what happened to my heart
I've always known that you wouldn't stay
I'd rather be alone than happy with someone else

Spread gasoline over the sunset,
tear down the whole city
Throw away the only sea to the horizon
Silence the music
She will never come back here again

I didn't do my homework, but I ate candy and drank one cider.

Wuhuu, big rebel me.

and there was a lot of nakedness... xp

Mom left to Turku to see my brother and she'll be home tomorrow.

So that means I am home alone (well, with Pete and the cats, of course).
Wuhuu! I can do whatever I want.
Time to party, listen music loud, drink cider, eat lots of unhealthy food....
and walk around naked...

Blah... I'm not like that. I'm just boring me. *sighs*
What to do? What to do?

Oh yeah, I got a Swedish essay to write on Wednesday's class.
I have to do my homework >_> 

Now that's very rebel-y... >_<

I found this picture from http://community.livejournal.com/ljsecret/



Yesterday I came online and I wrote quite a long entry here... and then, I pressed the wrong button and whooosh - all gone. I was frustrated and left. I wrote about hockey and the eurovisions, the Weeping Willows gig... All that, whoosh, gone.

Yesterday was the Canada-Finland game. Well, no point sulking about it, we played a good tournament.
We beat USA and Russia. We had confidence - The Finnish Lions were amazing. Then came the last game... and our confidence went down the drain when Canada started making goals early in the game, and then we became frustrated as we always become when we can't get the puck to the net... Finland's 'last game curse' keeps going...

Canada just played better. I'm not going to be a sore loser. I'm at least going to try to act somewhat maturely.
Sure, yesterday I was pretty shaken up afterwards... I really believed we were going to win!
So many years of losing, coming second, third and fourth...
'Silver medal is not a shame' they say.
Like Peltonen said after the game, something along the lines of "We came here for the gold and we lost. No one remembers the losers."
I'd just really like to know what it feels... you know, to win gold. 
I'm too young to remember 1995.
Finland has one gold medal. ONE. Canada has like, what? 20?


Canada is just that good. They played a great game.
I've always admired the Candian team, but this year... I didn't expect players like them. Way to go, Yzerman. You chose a great team.

So, congratulations, Canada. Enjoy your victory. You deserve it.
Someday we'll win you. And Sweden too.

I'm going to see Swedish poprock band Weeping Willows tonight at Tavastia.
This is my first gig during my life so I'm rather excited.


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To me, this is the most beautiful song ever made.
http://youtube.com/watch?v=1hrAUKA2Ss8&;mode=related&amp;search=
Kent: Utan Dina Andetag


Without Your Breath

I know you're asleep
feel the heat from your skin
just the smell makes me weak
but I don't dare to wake you now

I would give you
everything you want
but only when you don't hear
I dare to say so

I cannot even walk
without your air in my lungs
I cannot even stand
when you're not watching
and transparent like grey
is what I'll be like
without your breath

My watch has stopped
under your eyelids
the dreams pass by
you're light as a feather inside

And without a sound
my heart in your hand
I've lost my speech
it remains in your hair

I cannot even walk
without your air in my lungs
I cannot even stand
when you're not watching
colourless like a tear
is what I'll be like
without your breath

I cannot even walk
without your air in my lungs
I cannot even stand
if you're not watching
and transparent like grey
what would I be like
without your breath

What would I be like
without your breath?

Things are a bit crazy at the moment. I had to come here and put these thoughts into words.

I'm sorry for the curse words. It's just my way of dealing with this thing.



I feel so... argh. I'm just so sick of this whole thing happening. And most of all, I hate how this is affecting my mother. She's just so tired and exhausted to argue about it. She's now taking a nap. Mari's coming here tonight. We're wathcing the Finland-Sweden match and then this movie Beowulf & Grendel and then she's spending the night here. Tomorrow I have school in the evening and my mom's going to see a lawyer.

So, I will now start explaining all that has happened. All this, during just few days...
Last Saturday, my mother got a text message from my stepfather Kari. He was in Puerto de la Cruz, in the Tenererife.
Since it was written with weird shortcuts my mother didn't undestand the message. He said he was coming back. That's all she understood.

Now... and then came Sunday morning... around 5 am. My mother had woken at 4 am and I had been awake most of the night because I had slept most of the previous day and then woke up at 10 pm.
So, then... my mother's cellphone got a beeb, meaning a new text message.
It said "I'm I'm the airport now, can you came pick me up?"
Well this was a surprise because my mother and Kari had DIVORCED. It was his idea to leave in the first place, totally unplanned, to a completely another country he knew nothing about. He just left, just like that! All the money he got from selling his 300 cd collection, all the money he had... all went to the airplane ticket. And then he just goes to another courntry to live without any money. He only had his bag with his coin collection and a laptop given to him by some friend of his... that idiot wasn't able to even OPEN the laptop, goddammit...

So... like I was saying, my mother got a text message from Kari. Mom then decided to call him, confused about the text message, wanting to find out what his intentions were.

Well... to put it shortly, he had the assumption that now that he was back in Finland he was of course coming back to live here... like he was just on holiday.

Today I found out why he came back so soon. It's because he had so little money, his email friend who lived there didn't accept him he didn't get his apartment. Also, he lost his passport. He had to call his mother and brother to mail him money for the hotel bill. His brother was the one who got him the flight back.

He claims it's his right to live here till the middle of August when the divorce is final.

Today Mom and I were at Citymarket... Hannu called her, passing on a message from Kari. He said that Kari would like to go to our cabin on Pornainen. The answer is a strict no to that one. It's not only my mother's cabin, it's also the rest of my family's inheritance, built by my grandfather himself. LIKE HELL is he going there. Over my dead body, goddammit.

He said that he has some paper that says he has the right to live here till the end of August...

Fuck you, Kari. The hell you have any fucking "right" to live here anymore.
He said that he's going to call the police tonight and then they're going to come knocking our door tonight. *laughs*
Well then my mother is going to call the cops as well. It's our apartment, not his anymore. We decide who lives and doesn't live here.

I hate how this is affecting my mother. I hate it. I wish I could just help her somehow. I hug her everyday nowadays. But it doesn't seem to be enough... She calls her sister and my godmother when she needs someone to talk to. I'm so glad for that. I try to talk to her about it as well, but I know a part of her wants me to step back on certain things... like if I know too much, if I get too close, I'll be traumatized, or something. This is the second divorce during my life.

I just want my mom to be happy.

Good morning.

some updates worth mentioning:
Mom forgot to pay the internet bill. Just in case you were wondering why you haven't seen me on Elftown in about week and a half.
Besides that, mom and I have been just cleaning the house.
Janne (my brother) was here last weekend. He helped with the messy look of our home.
Pete's fur has been trimmed. He looks like a dalmatian now. O_o

not so important updates:
I have now read the two newest Harry Potter books. I can't wait for the Potter movie. As well as the Pirates 3 and Spiderman 3.
The Eurovisions are coming... and if you don't know by now, this year it's here in Hki.
I'm going to see Weeping Willows (Swedish pop/rock band, Sweden's second best band) this month.
Wuhuu, just nine days left.


I hope you are all fine. Now that I got my internet back, I'll catch up on everything I've missed.


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http://youtube.com/watch?v=doc1eqstMQQ

I did a really stupid thing today...

For some reason I thought this wouldn't happen.
Yesterday I asked him to make this easier for all of us and not to drink.

I actually thought that he'd be sober all week and then he'd leave to Puerto de la Cruz and be out of our lives forever...

I don't know why I am surprised.
Kari came home few minutes ago from the grocery store.
With 3 plastic bags full of beer.


*Sighs*
6 days left. Just 6 days.
I just have to stand him for 6 days anymore...

I woke up today around noon. I surfed online for about an hour then watched some Monty Python's Flying Circus.

Then around 4 or 5 pm my stepfather came knocking on my door. He said he was going to make pancakes. I said okay, fine, trying to get him to leave. He kept going on and on about it, he just wouldn't go away. I said three times to close the door, but he just ignored me. Then getting sick of hearing his voice, I walked to the door and closed it myself. And when I was at the door, I could smell alcohol on his breath.

About an hour and half later my mom opened my door and said "Could you come help me with Kari? He's lying on the floor"
Surprised of what was happening at the moment and not having heard anything about him in over an hour, I followed my mom and saw Kari fallen on the floor on the bathroom.

Mom and I helped him to stand by taking a grip from his shoulders. He was rather heavy since he has a rather big.."beer belly"..

Next, Mom guided him to the bathroom. I needed to clear my head so I went to walk Pete.

When I came back, Kari had gone sleeping.

Then Mom and I went to the sauna together. That relaxed and calmed us both. 

By the way, Kari's attempts of making pancakes were completely unsuccessful. He put the flour and the eggs straight into the the frying pan... >_< I've never made pancakes myself, but EVEN I know that's not the way to do it.

So now it's 9:47 pm, Friday night. We came back home around  after 8 and have been trying to calm ourselves again while cleaning the house a bit. Kari woke up around then, with a headache and he's a lot more calmer and bit disoriented. He knew that he had bumped his head and when he dreamt about being in heaven... O_O 


I found out today what the whole Puerto de la cruz business was. Kari has an email friend who lives there and he's going to go live there. Brilliant, right? Except that he doesn't speak a word of English or any other language except Finnish... also the fact that he's very forgetful, so one minute he's a nice guy and the next moment he doesn't know where he even is, or what he the topic the conversation is, or what he just few minutes ago said, or doesn't know that he's repeating his words for for third time...

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about 30 minutes later:

I just came from his room, I helped him with his virus scanning program. We talked about computers and his trip,

I'm a little tired now. I've been writing this for about an hour. So I'm going to end it right here.

Good night

http://www.bloomsbury.com/media/Deathly_Hallows_A3_poster.pdf

Harry Potter and the Stargate SG-1? O_o :p


also... :D
http://www.mugglenet.com/app/news/full_story/760

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0805669/

I don't get it.
She isn't ugly at all.
"Ugly Betty" What a stupid name for a television show.

Hello

My stepfather has set a date when he will be leaving.
the 13th, which is friday, a week from now.
HOORAY!!

Weird thing happened though.. He asked me how to spell Puerto de la Cruz.. O_o
So I guess that's where he's going.


Another thing.
I'm sick. I have the flu (again, dammit!!!) and I've been sneezing all day...
so I feel quite horrible.
I'm thinking about maybe watching the first and my favourite Harry Potter movie to cheer me up.

That's all for now. Good night

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4SMpl1oWfdw&mode=related&search=
I would really want to know what the extra verses mean...
Using http://lexin2.nada.kth.se/swe-eng.html for word by word translation seems rather exhausting... but it seems it's my only choice.



Also I'm desperately waiting to find a torrent-file of Edgar Reitz's Heimat-trilogy.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Heimat

<3 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xWm-Kvj6F7Q <3

After googling, I found out that... tada tadadaa - Ansgar and Evelyne are characters in that movie trilogy! ^^

Jocke Berg must've loved the movie since he wrote "I've always seen us as Ansgar and Evelyne" =)

Good evening.


I'm really tired. I just got home from walking around the center of Hki. 

I bought candy. =)

I just needed to get out of this house for a while. I brought my camera with me as well, but I didn't find anything interesting to shoot.
Or maybe I was just too tired to notice. So I just walked around... everywhere. There is just something so very calming about taking a walk. Just walking, without any clear direction. To wherever your feet take you.

I told you I'm tired, I'm talking nonsense here. >_>


I ate kebab at the steps of the Church of Judgement and drank Pepsi Max. It was quite chilly, so it didn't do much good to the growing throatache I've had since this morning...

Tomorrow I'll have to do my English essay. And then Wednesday I'll have my English test. I can't wait!!!
I just love English tests. They're the only tests I know anything about.
So I'll come online after the test... unless I fall asleep with my clothes on, as soon I come home...

As I said, I'm very tired. I'm off to bed.


Good night, everyone. Sleep well, don't stay up too late and take care of yourselves.

This a translation of Ympyrä (Circle) by one of my favourite bands, Egotrippi. I hate that it's so short....
But I just wanted to share the beautiful words.




Night changes to the morning
it comes too early
From the sky fades
a star I was looking

Where do you come from?
Where are you going to?
When the night ends and your pictures fades
Circle closes

I know a place
where I can see the whole city
I'd show it to you
if I could still find it

Where are you going?
Where are you coming from?
When you're there everything goes away
Circle closes

Ta-dah!

Weeping Willows: Looking for a home

Behind my smile there is a lot of pain
A forest fire of lust runs through my veins
My soul burns with a hunger for avenge
I'm better at making love than making friends

I claim to know the real thing from the fake
Cause I've already made the big mistake
But when she flutters back into my mind
I wave her off just like a buzzing fly

Chorus:
Ooooh, I'm just looking for a home
Ooooh, I'm just looking for a home

Watch me as I mingle in the bar
I'm searching for a girl who'll scratch my scars.
A little bit of me is more than much
I'm like a junkie hooked on human touch

I've learned to walk through life unsatisfied
I've learned to stow away the hurt inside
I'm like a spider clinging to a reed
Cause I don't get the things I really need

Chorus

I hope one day big love comes tumbling down
Well if it won't I know where I am bound
The grovel road of love seems mighty long
And hell is here on earth when you're alone

Chorus

  I HATE my stepfather.