29 December 2010

Kleerup 3am

The clock is ticking silently somewhere in the dusty background. My headphones are producing sound, something called music. I think. At least it goes well with the theme: Kleerup - 3am

Marit Bergman keeps reminding me of the time, that I should go to bed, it's three am. Indeed it's three am. An inevitable fact of reality bringing this mind and body to sleep mode soon

I'd like to provide you with something clever and witty, but in this temporary lack of creativity and inspiration I can't, however the inability of being able to deliver written intellectuality haven't blocked the production of letters, words and phrases before on this place called Earth, has it?

Give me some exclamation marks.


Thank you.

24 December 2010

Backyard Snowboarding - Merry Christmas!

During my private wrapping of some last Christmas presents Dick asked me if I remember when we used to jump down from our roof. I looked at him with stupidity and confusion and coughed up a shaky "...no, did we really?"

There wasn't too much thought put into my next comment: "Let's do it today again for old times sake, but with snowboards!"

So we did. Dick's in green/brown, Fred's in purple,yellow. In-joy!







The amount of snow is so incredible that we enjoyed some powder shredding in the forest 10 meters from the house. Is this an epic winter or am I still dreaming? Welcome to Finland!

This just isn't just another Christmas Eve, it's a White Christmas Eve. I haven't experienced one since I was a foot tall. Maybe I have, but I can't recall it. Nonetheless, this one will be a good one, because last Christmas I was in France. MERRY CHRISTMAS! Now I'm off to the dinner table.

Back in Finland!

Welcome to Finland Fred!
- Thank you!
We've got some snow here, and oh don't be scared of the cold, it's only getting colder. (-25C° )
- Okay, fine, I think I'll manage..

Dick and Seba came to meet me at the airport! Niiiccce. Thank you for that too!

And of course I will enjoy this place! Hello Finland! Hello Kirkkonummi! Hello Helsinki! I'll in-joy the holidays sleeping and eating well among family and friends! Meerry Christmas!

Kirkkonummi @ Seba's 2 hours ago. Yup, definitely some snow here.

21 December 2010

-19C° loving it

What do you usually do when your thermometer is kneeling at negative 19 degrees Celsius? I know very well that some of you dear Spanish can't even imagine. This refreshing arctic winter is somewhat dramatic this year (again).


Flights are canceled all over Europe, the trains doesn't move, not because there are cows on the tracks, but there's simply too much snow everywhere and buses come every 45min instead of 10min, because of the traffic jams and crashes along the roads.

We'll see if I get home on Thursday. I can only hope that Santa will fly the airplane I'm boarding through the predicted snow storm. Otherwise, I'll be spending Christmas on Arlanda airport and how brutally brilliant wouldn't that be?

We had some fun and games so you'll get an idea of the amount of snow we've got in Täby.  In-joy!






15 December 2010

The Real Santa Claus

Santa Claus or Father Christmas, however you prefer is a Finnish product. Yes, a product. This product doesn't exist as it does by coincidence. All Santas are tamed and trained animals. This is a fact. Santa Claus is a Rare Export:

Check out these short films: RARE EXPORTS!- and you'll understand everything.

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14 December 2010

Buy friendship for 25€ !

What do you mean by "you can't buy friendship"? Non-sense at least according to the NPO Finnish Refugee Help (Suomen Pakolaisapu ry). For the nerve braking 25€ you can help out a loner. Brilliant!

Ystävä = Friend

There's a good thought behind their website for people who doesn't like the idea of getting presents for Christmas though. Spend Christmas with the ones you love. Eat well and enjoy their existence. When these utterly materialistic relatives and friends asks for your wishlist, you can simply refer to this site and wish for e.g. "teach a kid to read" for 52€. Now how cool isn't that compared to a new protective case for your iphone?

Make a difference. In-joy!

Golden memories from last winter

Moments from Avoriaz, Serre-Chevalier, Deux alpes and Les 7 laux taken by both me and Sebastian "Örse" Furstenborg! In-joy, we certainly did. Reimburse some mountains to Sweden oh lord!














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13 December 2010

Fredd builds a bike!

Who wants a bike for next spring? My building finger started vibrating an hour ago and it's about to become an official earth quake. So not only does Sweden get its first terrorists running around the streets but dangerous earth quakes of motivation. I think it's a 4,5 on the Richter scale. Not promising anything though.

Let there be less bombers and unhappy people in this society. Let's all ride bikes. Sure, a BMW M5 is a cool car and I wouldn't say "no thank you" if I was ever offered one, but a bike in a city is always faster. And don't worry, when I'm a millionaire I'll pick another car for me.

So, friends and frenemies, I just want to build one. A bike. Fredd wants to build a bike. Give me a wish on the design and your size in cm and I'll make magic.

Okay? Go!

12 December 2010

Censored by Author

As you can probably see, this post had a rather explicit story building it up. Fortunately it was in Finnish, unfortunately it got censored by the author, me. Although it was the "authentic Erasmus experience" I still don't know if it's healthy enough to be read in any other place than in VICE. So, you just have to imagine what the story was about with the help of the pictures.  -Pictures from Lyon, before the blog was online. In-joy!
















The surprise trip!

I was browsing through my hard drive last night and stumbled upon some interesting stories. One of them is a brief story of my last april's fool when still living in Lyon:


It’s just a normal everyday Monday when I’m sitting in my home in Lyon, staring at my laptop, trying to get inspired without any superb result. The plan was to shred on snow for a week one more time before the end of the season. But alas, what happened? After a quick review on my glorious economic situation I had to flush the plan down the toilet. This wasn’t a problem to plan another trip; a trip home to Finland. A trip no one would know anything about, except me and some carefully picked out persons. Internet is such a wonderful thing, a couple of clicks and a small research later I was ready to leave the 31.3.2010 to Helsinki-Vantaa airport. This is going to be one hell of an April’s fool.

2½ weeks later I am sitting in a cozy car on a TGV train towards Paris. I’m going to climb on a Finnair plane in Paris and there’s only 1½h time to change. 30 minutes of that changing time disappeared instantly in Lyon because of the retarded functionality of SNCF, the French train monopoly. A friend, Bibi from Cape Verde, Africa once told me “No stress” to about any “not-so-nice” situation we ended up in and it struck me that instance, it’s true. If you’re in a situation that you can’t affect, don’t even try, just let it go with its own weight. That’s the wisdom I’m going to live by today. When I finally got my bags to the check-in in Paris, the nice lady told me that boarding starts in 5 minutes, you’re right on time. I gave a thumbs up to Bibi in my thoughts. Something that didn’t strike me by surprise was the fact that the plane is also 30 minutes late. Typical French. “Luckily here are people from Finland that I can talk with”, I thought and sat next to a Finnish-Swede from Ostrobothnia in the waiting lobby just to find out that he doesn’t understand my Swedish, and thinks I’m talking French to him so I decide to join the Finnish force and simply shut up and mind my own business. The flight went without problems and the landing time was unbelievably on time despite the 30 minute delay in Paris. Arriving at 23:00 the trip took 6 hours from Lyon to Helsinki. That’s as long as the trip from Lyon to Briancon. C’est vraiment incroyable! One of the handpicked persons I decided to tell about my trip was Pille who was going to both pick me up from the airport and offer me a couch to crash on for the night and boy was I happy when I saw him. The agenda of the night: home to his place, Finnish beer (where’s the sauna?), talk bullshit and to bed. It’s going to be a big day tomorrow. The one that I’ve waited for like a 10 year-old waits for Christmas Eve.

Pille has invited Dick and Jenny for a little pre-game at his place at about 20.30 so I have the whole day to see other people in town. I’m going to surprise Mum at her workplace but apparently she has a day off. What a pity. Next stop: Arcada. Maybe someone is there. Rick is there! He thinks it’s a bad joke that I’m in school and doesn’t believe what he sees until he hugs me. He made up a bad excuse of having broken his leg. What a tasteless April’s fool. Mine worked better. We decided to grab some beers and walk around town until it was time to get to Pille’s place. How are they going to react? What are they going to say? Those are the topics we were thinking and imagining the whole day. A bit late as always Dick and Jenny arrive to the other side of the door. I hide behind the table with two different brands of beers in my hands; Karjala and Lapin Kulta. Rick opens the door because Pille is still at work. Dick was genuinely surprised by seeing Rick, not an everyday sight in this apartment. “What the F**k are you doing here??” is the exact translation that Dick got out of his mouth to Rick. After a small chit chat moment with Rick the “wtf” factor had laid down. Little did he know what he was going to see. When I appear from behind the table with the question “Karjala or Lapin Kulta” his smile disappears and every bit of intelligence in his face flies away to Bangkok. He is speechless. A stupid smile is the only beauty he can produce. He’s in shock, a good one, I can tell it. Jenny opens her mouth to a staggering “What are YOU doing here?” but Dick is without words. Not until I ask once more the rational and easy question “Well? Karjala or Lapin Kulta” he manages to say “Lapin Kulta, of course”. He’s almost bewildered, and doesn’t really know what to do, except give me a bottle opener and be happy to see me, I’m never going to forget his facial expression: “blank, reboot, enter password, restore from fatal error, what the hell just happened” –expression. Priceless!
I have to come up with something better next year. Now I'll get back to ginger bread and candy making! Arrivederci.

SL bussar är alltid sena.

07 December 2010

The history of the glorious Peanut Butter Apple

The history behind it and why apples are only to be eaten with peanut butter as told by an anonymous source:
"It was Shakespeare's idea:
and Shakespeare stole it from the bible because Moses ate apples while he gave his speech about the ten commandments
and  then GHANDI came and informed Moses that it was inappropriate to eat peanutbutterless apples while giving speeches
and then Moses rewrote the speech and gave his rough drafts to Winston Churchill who accidentally lost them
and then they were rediscovered and made into a TV show called 'pathology for theology'"
 It does make sense on some level, doesn't it? Not really. Is this snack considered healthy then? According to Yahoo answers, it is! So, go make some. In-joy!

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