i am sterdam

yesterday something cool and weird happened, I have been longing to see Amsterdam for a long time and somehow things turned up so that two beautiful and smart gals said yepyepyep and we only had to by the tickets out. But when things have to go well, in my case they always turn up a little messy - so it was like this also yesterday, we had to buy the tickets out within one hour as the office was closed at six and it was the last day of the offering. Me and the other girl had the money to buy our tickets, but not for the third one, so we, for a while, didnt know what to do, we counted all we had and ended up missing exactly 600 krones. We thought what to do, so we went to ask another friend of ours, maybe she has some to lend, as we couldnt reach our third mate. We met the other girl, where she works and asked if its possible, to help us out, as it is very urgent and lend some money and she said: "I have exactly 600 krones".

praise the coffee

a good espresso
or a lousy machine one
a big latte, cream and foam
a cortado, double size
nice cup of homemade
good stuff
or not so good -
coffee really is my God.

mornings

its kind of weird - all this.
and it definately is,
hard to define
hello,
thanks
I`m fine
so, no, yes, what about you
I know, the mornings are good,
but why dont you never tell me
what you really like, why this mood?
ah, it doesent matter who
in the end its still
about me and you
dear morning -
youre sometimes
so untrue.

things you find

and today I found some cool stuff from the net. I usually dont surf around that much, I soppose I just got lucky. But the first link is about a guy who does speed drawing (which I am so going to learn one day) and as he works as quite famous animator, his works speak for himself - so I am not going to do it: http://www.area-56.de/chapter56/labels/Paintings.html. The other good discovery I had, was because I was searching for a record list that a huge club in Barcelona gives out and what I found is that: http://www.residentadvisor.net/dj.aspx

the week begins without me

Kind of exhausting is to run from the center of Helsinki, having billion bags to other end of the center to find out that you just missed your bus and you need to take a taxi to the harbor (we are talking about Länsisatamaa) and when you finally get there you feel sorry for the money so you come off earlier and have to run even the last hundreds of meters on the heels, just enough to get you swetty before the check-in, where you stand and do nothing after all this buzz. And you still feel like being hurry. God, I dont like this feeling. So here I am, its monday and I didnt even noticed it. I will go to the shop to find some icecream, who else is addicted, raise hands!

the night

tiredness. or just a mess? there is no words in the night, but there is music, sometimes damp light and a sure feeling of the knowledge having other people around you - sleeping, not knowing in their warm dreams that somewhere close is someone who cannot sleep. so the music keeps sending every second of the time that passes as a engine that keeps the night running, feels like the sounds in one point become oxygen and you get paranoid about the electricity going away... did I wrote tired already?

not another thursday?

And I also like autumn rain, only sometimes but when I do, I love it. It feels like something warm and soft around you, not against but protecting you. You almost see, definately feel, how the earth under you breathes. Breathes for the last time, before the winter comes and does it with joy. I am dreaming of colourful rubberboots.

verner

mulle hirmsasti meeldib, kui mu cappuccino on tehtud nii hästi, et ma võin vaadata, kuidas pruun suhkur läbi vahunelmate vajub ja seleks kulub pikk aeg ja samal ajal võin kätega soojast tassist kinni hoida ja mõelda, kui hea saab see kohv olema. aga veel rohkem meeldib mulle, et vahest juhtuvad tobedalt armsad kokkusattumused, nagu siis, kui õpetaja küsis prantsuse keeles ühe õpilaste käest klassis, et millal on su sünnipäev ja sai vastuseks "täna".

the kids love techno

kõige parem on, kui muusika on su sees ja ümber. ma ei tea mittemidagi paremat, kui seda - sulgen oma silmad, seisatan korraks ja lasen muusikal enda sisse valguda ja tunnetan aeglaselt kuidas minust saab beat, flow ja vibe. mida parem on muusika, seda parem on mul, lihtsalt peost ja tantsuhoost saab iseenda nautimine. võibolla see kõlab veidralt, aga väga hea muusika ja sellele andumine on äärmiselt sarnane iseenda nautimisele kellegi teisega. kui sa ei oska end sellisele tasemele viia, et suudad muusika tõttu külavärinaid tunda, ei tea ka millest räägin. aga proovi, let yourself go, dance like no one is watching, let it all in, and later give it all out.

sheep

voodis vedeledes, langeb valgus mu selja tagant seinale, kus asetsevad vinüülid. suurest aknast tuppa langev valgus on soe ja nukker ja kui valgusel oleks maitse, maitseks tänane õhtupäike nagu just jahtunud puuviljatee, mis on magus aga oleks nagu liiga kauaks seisma jäänud ja kibedaks muutunud. mu seinal kasvavad varjud on üpriski kummalised, aina pikemaks venides langeb vari läbi pihlapuude okste, jättes mu seinale mingi kummalise mulje nagu etendaks valgus ja vari mingisugust ürgset ja erootilist tantsu. ma ei suuda end mitte unustada unistama. mängib pink floyd.