Archive → July, 2006
At The Airport
Hello possums!
I wrote a longer and detailed report of the past couple of days last night, but due to lack of signal that update was lost to bit-heaven. Dammit!
Annyways, I’m now sitting at the Kuusamo airport waiting for my flight back to Helsinki. And that’s almost two hours away, coz my parents had errands at the city, so we left quite early. (Some you might not know that I don’t live at the downtown of Kuusamo nor even at the suburbia of Kuusamo, but instead at the backside of god, an hour drive away from the nearest civilisation.)
I didn’t want me make my parents wait for me so told them to drop me at the airport. No, I don’t expect to see my Alexander, but to write this update and then concentrate on reading a book Sampo gave me as a gift from his trip to Canada.
But shortly about Isokuusikko (the name of the village) (even thou village is too grand word for those three-four households). I was schoked to learn that my parents are selling their old junk-cars that are rusting behind our barn. Schoked because among them is their very first car, a 60′s Volga, inside which I was conceived.
Yes, I was conceived at the backseat of a Volga – in the front of Kokkola’s mink farm! (pause for laughter) My parents were driving to Kokkola to see my aunt and uncle when their russian primus broke down in the front of a mink farm and they had to spend the night before getting any help.
And now my folks are selling it! After the possible buyers had left, I went to take last photos of that momentum. While outside I took a lovely few hours walk to nearby fields and forrest. My friend Dawid is the only one who knows the details and reason for that trip – rest of you can blame that bit-heaven-incident or my laziness.
Also on thursday I finally came up with one positive thing about my trips to Kuusamo: I always sleep like an angel and see only good and interesting dreams.
Like last night, I dreamt I was living in Kuusamo and was still in high school – and I had a baby with my kosovian friend Xhavit!! Normally any of these three particles would equal a horrid nightmare, but somehow this dream was still nice. Maybe so, coz I miss Xhavit, who over a year ago ended our friendship because he’s so insecure and was afraid of being labeled as gay if he hung too much with such on obvious case as me. (Pretty stupid, but what can you do.)
Anyways that was a good dream. Another wicked and funny dream was already at the first night, but “to protect the innocent” and avoid my diary getting rating X, I won’t go into details. I just reveal that in it prostitution was legalised in Finland, but only at the ferries between Helsinki and Stockholm, and that one good friend of mine was the most wanted male in that boat of red lights… (No. No. Not Rain. Nor Pepe.)
Song of the Day: Gregory Lemarchal – Ecris l’Histoire
Desperately Seeking Alexander
Ok. Now I’ve experienced one more odd thing: going to bed three times in one day. First Right after midnight just to wake up to watch Miss Universe live, then second time right after the results. And then third time here at home. And most schokingly already a bit after 21:00!! I mean, my god! How bored can one be?!
Anyways, nothing here has changed. It’s almost as if time has stod still since my last visit. Feels kinda like I’d be in a Sapphire & Steel episode.
Luckily some things have changed. This was the first time ever there was eyecandy available at the Kuusamo-flight. He was way too young, but still so damn cute that I simply had to drool the entire flight – I even sat behind him in the plane. He sure kept responding to my gazes (behind his black sunglasses) and even sat next to me at the airport bus.
He had one of the most perfect butts I’ve even seen, covered with turqoise Björn Borg -undies and his name was Alexander (checked his ticket, of course). I could swear he spoke swedish to his mobile, which would explain why sucha hunk would fly to Kuusamo.
The sad part was that after landing he was greeted at the airport by his girlfriend – or he has one of the world’s luckiest fag-hags based on that kiss! So if any old Kuusamo-buddies happen to read this, please ask around, coz I’d like to know more about this tanned & blond Alexander.
So pretty little else to report. We drove home, had supper and went to bed. Today I slep around the clock and went on for a walk around the field and took some photos. And yeah, watched some videos.
Song of the Day: LeAnn Rimes – And It Feels Like
After Rehakka
I’ll be leaving to Kuusamo in five mins, so I’ll be brief.
Last few days at Rehakka were busy-busy-busy. More friends (Hortsu, Henu, Riikka, Kari, Ilde, Niko and Ellen & Vesku plus their dog Nipsu) joined us, so I didn’t have much time to write updates. Nor did I have signal in my phone all the times.
We returned to Helsinki yesterday, and sorry for you guys, I simply didn’t have enough time to upload the pics yet, coz there’s approx. 700 of them in my camera alone! But I shall start working on them this friday eve when I return home.
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Ok, time to leave!
Song of the Day: Marion & Paavo Noponen – Kuusamo