Jumissa Amsterdamissa

No eipä menny nii smuutisti tää loppumatka - lento nimittäin lähti ja saapui myöhässä tänne Amsterdamin kentälle, mutta ei se mitään, kun mun ja monen muun jatkolennot oli peruttu sankan sumun vuoksi! Menin sit hakemaan inffoo uudesta lennosta ja se lähtee vasta 13.55... maaaaaan, olisin tohon aikaan ollu jo himassa kaks tuntia sitten, jos olisin päässy sillä alkuperäsellä lennolla kotiin :D Tahdon nukkumaan ! Oon nukkunu 2 h vaan.

Mutta jotain hyvääkin tässä, sain nimittäin 10 euron lounaskupongin (FREE FOOD kelpaa aina :D) ja 50 euron dicount voucherin seuraavaa KLM:n lentoa varten (!). En kyl usko, että tuun enää lentämään KLM:llä vaan alan (viimein!) käyttämään tota Finnairin Stand By -systeemiä, jolloin maksan vain verot lennoista :DDD (Y) toimii.

Pitääpi selvitellä, että voinko mä vaan ostaa jollekin muulle ihmiselle lennot tolla alennuksella... Kun kuitenkin eräs ois kuiteski tulossa mun luokse Madridiin, kunhan vain pääsis intistä eka veke...



Ainiiiiiin ! Ja kuinka hyvä !!! Tappaakseni aikaa käväisin parissa kaupassa (sidenote: kandee ostaa vaan kaikki viina Madridista - puolet halvempaa ku tax free shopissa 8D) ja löysin vahingossa Donna Tarttin Goldfinch -romaanin !!! En ees tiennyt, että naikkosella on uusi teos ! Löysin kirjan vahingossa, kun kattelin, että mitä löytyy TOP-listalta - ja katos, ykkössijallahan se kirja keikisteli. Ja ei varmaan ihan turhaan myöskään, nimittäin kirjailijan The Secret History (suom. Jumalat juhlivat öisin) on yksi mun lemppareimpia kirjoja! Muistan lukeneeni, että Tartt kirjoitti kyseistä esikoisromaaniaan _13 vuotta_ ! Tää uusi eli kolmas romaani on yhtä paksu (771 sivua) kuin edeltävätkin teokset (kakkosromaani kulkee nimellä Little Friend), ja odottelenkin antoisia lukuhetkiä :) En vain tule tarttumaan kirjaan vääääähään aikaan, sillä mulla on nyt kesken Luke Rhinehartin The Dice Man, jonka jälkeen mun on iiiiihan pakko lukea kotona Helsingissä odottava, Ebaysta tilattu Wolf of Wall Streetin kakkososa - eli erittäin karismaattisen, nokkelan ja helvetin älykkään Jordan Belfortin Catching the Wolf of Wall Street. Jos kiinnostaa, mitä kaikkea muuta mulla on mun lukulistalla, kannattaa kurkata tänne :)

Lukuvinkit on muuten aina erittäin tervetuleita - olisiko teillä jotain kirjasuosituksia siis?

PS. Päätin, että tästedes ostan joka kerta ainakin yhden kirjan ollessani lentokentällä - kunhan vain siihen on mahdollisuus :)

Matkalukemista

Yksi juttu, jota odotan todella paljon vaihtovuodeltani, on se aika, jota minulla on itselleni.
Olenkin jo vähän kaavaillut ja listannut asioista, joita aion tehdä, nyt kun viimein pystyn. Ja ehkä vähän innostuin !

Eräs näistä asioista, joita aion harrastaa Madridissa ollessani on niin simppeli (mut ei suinkaan turhaan arvostettu) kuin lukeminen ! Uskokaa tai älkää, mutta en ole näiden kahden vuoden aikana ehtinyt lukemaan paljoa paskaakaan sitä, mitä itse haluaisin. Ensimmäinen vuosi meni Metropoliassa viitosia metsästellen, ja koska ensimmäisen vuoden kurssiarvosanoista päätellen onnistuin päämäärässäni erinomaisesti, voi myös arvata, kuinka monta tuntia ja kertaa on kulunut lukiessa niitä samoja business maailman opuksia... Voin sanoa, että ei kyllä kauheasti napannut lukea MITÄÄN sen jälkeen, kun ensimmäinen vuosi oli ohi ja kesäloma vihdoin täällä - ja noh, se 'kesäloma' vähän jatkui lukemisten suhteen... Muutenkin, toisena vuonna muutin omilleni ja olin niin paljon töissä ja menossa, että ei jotenkin pystynyt pysähtyä tekemään jotain niinkin rauhallista ja 'hidastempoista' (vaikka olenkin aika nopea lukemaan) kuin lukeminen.

Mutta nyt kun tiedän, että mulla tulee olemaan aikaa notkua puistoissa (koska logisesti ajatellen, kuinka työlästä voi olla ESPANJALAISESSA yliopistossa? ;D + olen kuullut huhua..) ja pelkkä bussimatkakin Madridin keskustaan villalta kestää sen puoli tuntia (joten ehdin lukemaan dösässä), olen alkanut listaamaan kirjoja lukulistalleni.

So I present to you:

Sandran lukulista - perfect matkalukemista:

Wolf of Wall Street / Belfort Jordan

Tutustuin The Wolf of Wall Street -kirjaan kolmisen vuotta sitten ollessani Marokossa. Etelä-Afrikkalaisella Ebrahimilla oli tämä kirja, jota sitten ahmin, kun en ollut surffaamassa tai kuvaamassa poikien surffailua barreleissä. Kirja on Jordan Belfortin kertomus itsestään, hänen matkastaan täysi nollasta Wall Streetin "Wolfeksi" -  joka päiväsaikaan oli miljoonia osakemarkkinoilla kieroiluillaan tienaava nero - ja öisin pääsekaisin helikopterilla lentävä sekakäyttäjä, joka pääsee asiasta kuin asiasta pälkähästä. Se on tarina siitä kuinka Jordan Belfort saa mutta lopulta menettää kaiken. Kirja on yhtä addiktoiva, kuin päähenkilön vetämät koksu ja ludet. Meni kaksi vuotta, kun yritin teosta metsästää kirjastosta, mutta lopulta kun kyllästyin jahtiin, tilasin teoksen Ebaysta. Kirja on tällä hetkellä kesken, mutta en malta odottaa, että saan sen luettua ! Pitää ainakin lukea tämä ennen kuin kyseinen elokuva ilmestyy (koska kirjathan on aina parempia kuin elokuvat, right?).

Catching the Wolf of Wall Street: More Incredible Stories on Fortunes, Schemes, Parties and Prison / Belfort Jordan

Jatko-osa edelliselle kirjalle. Koska en ole edes itse vielä lukenut takakantta saati ensimmäistä osaa loppuun, lainaan hieman takakantta: "In this astounding account, Wall Street’s notorious bad boy—the original million-dollar-a-week stock chopper—leads us through a drama worthy of 

The Sopranos, from the FBI raid on his estate to the deal he cut to rat out his oldest friends and colleagues to the conscience he eventually found. With his kingdom in ruin, not to mention his marriage, the Wolf faced his greatest challenge yet: how to navigate a gauntlet of judges and lawyers, hold on to his kids and his enraged model wife, and possibly salvage his self-respect. It wasn’t going to be easy. In fact, for a man with an unprecedented appetite for excess, it was going to be hell. But the man at the center of one of the most shocking scandals in financial history soon sees the light of what matters most: his sobriety, and his future as a father and a man."

Robinson Crusoe / Daniel Defoe

Uskokaa tai älkää, mutta en ole vieläkään nähnyt kyseistä elokuvaa (kokonaan - näin vain sen William jalkapallonaamaitkun jossain vaiheessa!). Kun aloin reissaamaan, alkoi kiinnostaa enemmän seikkailukirjallisuus ja tuli mieleen, että Robinson Crusoe olisi varmasti luettavan arvoinen kirja. Odotan aika paljon tän lukemista! Tässä ote Wikipediasta:
"Daniel Defoen romaani Robinson Crusoe kertoo yhden miehen selviytymistarinan autiosaarella. Tapahtumat sijoittuvat 1600-luvulle. Yhdeksäntoistavuotias Robinson karkaa kotoaan ja hyppää laivaan, joka suuntaa kohti Afrikkaa. Alus haaksirikkoutuu lähelle autiosaarta. Robinson selviää ainoana hengissä, koiraa ja kahta kissaa lukuun ottamatta. Saarella Robinson pitää tarkkaa päiväkirjaa seikkailustaan."

Lokki Joonatan / Richard Bach

Sain tän kirjan ylppärilahjaks joiltain randomvierailta (you know, you porukat kutsuu kaikkia random ihmisiä) jo kolme vuotta sitten, mutta se on vieläkin koskemattomana kirjahyllyssäni..! Lyhyeesti kirja kertoo "--lokista nimeltä Joonatan, joka tahtoo oppia lentämään hyvin, vaikka yleensä syöminen on lokeille tärkeämpää kuin lentäminen, minkä vuoksi Joonatan on erilainen kuin muut lokit" (Wikipedia). Kun kirjoja annetaan lahjaksi 'murrosvaiheissa' esim. ylioppilaaksi tultuaan, on niissä teoksissa yleensä jokin syvempi ajatus, joka toivotaan lahjan vastaanottajan sisäistävän. Luulen täten myös, että kun tarkoituksenani on lähteä vaihtoon ei vain opiskelemaan mutta myös pohtimaan elämää ja tulevaisuuttani, on tämä kirja erinomainen antamaanhyvät eväät pohdiskelulle siitä, mitä haluaa tehdä.

Fear and Loathing / Hunter S. Thompson

Hunter S. Thompsonin Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas tarttui mukaan randomillä Akateemisen kirjakaupan kirja-alennuksesta joskus keväällä. Minuun vetosi halvan hinnan lisäksi kirjan ihana räikeä kansi (koska 98% kirjan kansista on vitun tylsiä??), joka muistuttaa vähän blogini banneria (toi punainen on oikeesti ihan pinkki!). Olen nähnyt kyseisen elokuvan, josta en tietenkään paljoa ymmärtänyt, kun katsoin sen niin nuorena - joten ehkä nyt, hieman vanhempana voisi saada jotain tolkkua tarinasta kirjan muodossa. Mielenkiintoni Hunter S. Thompsonin teoksiin kuitenkin heräsi, kun luin herran olleen aikamoinen persoona itsekkin alkoholin ja huumeiden täytteisine elämineen - olisi siis mielenkiintoista kurkistaa herran pääkopan sisään tämän romaanin muodossa ja tsekata kirjailijan paljon kehuttu kirjoitustyyli.

Muita kirjoja, joita haluaisin lukea:
-Pikku prinssi / Antoine de Saint-Exupéryn 
-Joku niistä monista Peter Pan -kirjoista !
-1984 / George Orwell-Animal Farm / George Orwell 
...Halusin kans lukea Anthony Burgessin Clockwork Orange... KUNNES luin Sofian blogista teoksen sisältävän hyvin yksityiskohtaisia kuvailuja raiskauksista, että joo no thank you. Oon ihan helvetin herkkä ja järkytyn helposti - joten pass :D THANK YOU FOR THE WARNING THO! ;)

Rakastan lukuvinkkejä, joten jos teillä on jokin tunnettu tai vähemmän tunnettu kirja-aarre, vinkatkaa mulle, Englanniksi tai Suomeksi! En nimittäin välttämättä ole lukenut sitä...! :)

The Diceman

5.1.2012



Since seeing the episode of the sex, drug and alcohol crazed ”Mile High” (you know that show where the flight attendants and stewards just fuck each other?) in which one of the guy serves bread rolls on the plane with his dick in the tray (inspired by The Diceman -book) I have been wanting to read ”The Diceman” by Luke Rhinehart. I have had some misfortune in doing so, since always when I’ve tried to order the book to a book store, so I can read it on my travels, my plane has already managed to take off with me before the book has even arrived. But, this time I was smart enough and ordered it from Ebay (waaaay cheaper) and I have been enjoying the company of the Diceman.



The story goes that there is this psychiatrist, Luke Rhinehart (author and main character the same... is it a REAL autobiography, I still haven’t found out) who is bored of his life and depressed. One drunken poker night he randomly chooses to throw the die whether he should rape the lady downstairs (yeah... pretty fuckign grim, i know) and The Diceman is born.



Already since my Australia/Morocco trip I have been carrying a die with me but I’ve never had the incentive to use it (I usually end up doing the crazy stuff anyways) - Not before today!

We were drunk/hungover in the morning (well, at eleven o’clock) with Jasmine and getting our brazilian waxes done (too much info?) (ps. so cheap !! no even 7 euros, yes please) and I was trying to figure out whether I should go back to Balangan Beach or with Jasmine to Canggu. I love love love love love Balangan Beach and really crave waking up in the beach shack to the sound of the waves and I also miss Mansis (the lovely old owner lady who had a witch-laugh) and her food (banana pancakes, yummy tea and Mie Goreng Special of course!). So I reeeeeally wanted to get my ass back there and surf. On the other hand, there was Canggu, a place I still haven’t been to. I really had a right time figuring out what to do, so I took out my die.



Pairless numbers and I go to Canggu and pairs again are for Balangan. I threw a 5. FUCK. Knew I shoud’ve put the numbers the other way around! But what the die indicates, one must follow.

So we hoped into a taxi (with a meter) and drove to Canggu. Man I was starting to come down from my yesterday’s drunkness and feel tired. I was getting frustrated cause Jasmine didn’t know the hostel’s address (yes, and actual hostel!) where her ”most latest Aussie discovery” was staying at. What was getting even more on my nerves was that our taxi driver deemed like a anti-social person who didn’t care to roll down his window and ask someone for our hostel (it was actually I who ended up rolling my window down and asking Permisi, Di mana Ecolife Hostel?).



We finally found the hostel and at this point I was really starting to get my hangover munchies on. When the receptionist told us the price (which was higher than a normal HOTEL room’s) and asked for our passports (man I SWEAR I’ll forget mine) I told Jasmine I was going to bail. I swung my backpack on my shoulders and got back in the taxi of our confussed looking taxi driver. ”Can you take me to Balangan Beach?”

I thought for a while if I was cheating the die, but decided I wasn’t. I did as the die had ordered me to – I went to Canggu. Now I am happy (yet just started feelign a bit sick...) and going o nthe taxi to Balangan <3 Right decision.



PS. Never EVER have I had a more fun waxing experience than today. Imagine two still drunk girls at the beauty salon in next-to-each-other stalls (that were only separated by a curtain !!!! I may have seen Jasmine’s vajayjay oh looooord) giggling hysterically. EPIC.
PPS. Jasmine’s words after her first waxing ever: ”I don’t think I would’ve gotten one if I wouldn’t have been drunk” 8D
PPPS. Yeah, too much info but what the hell



Tags: book, epic, funny, indonesia, jurri, south east asia                     MUITA?????

@ Helsinki-Vantaa Airport

Holy fuck I'm knackered.



Currently i'm sitting a Helsinki-Vantaa airport eating my over priced brekkie (9€ for a sandwich and a 0,4l pepsimax woooot)  and man am I stoked.... TO SLEEP ON THE PLANE! Seriously, the lack of sleep i've had during my final exams has been ridiculous. I seriously can't even understand how I'm still standing with only 3-4hour sleep every night since Saturday...

Last night was no different:
I was finishing my last school projects and at 00:00 I was done with one of my portfolios and considered whether I should do my IT-assignment (which was due on Tuesday) or pack... after all, I had to leave in 5 hours.

Someone said something pretty funny on FB when I was pondering this hard question:

Aleksandra Okolo-Kulak

hmmmm should I pack now and finish my IT-HTML project on the airport...? :D Got heaps of waiting to do anyways. I say YEAAAH

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So I started packing and boy am I glad for the Internet... Having my packing list on my blog made packign sooo much easier ! All I had to do is adjust the four month packing list to a one month one by reducing the amount of clothes and walá! DONE. Left some things (and a lot of clothes) out from previous experience and also packed my wettie aka wetsuit with me :) My backpack actually only weighted 10,8kg !

What was I supposed to write about... man, this lack of sleep is killing my brain ! Slept like 2h whee.. OH YEAH! I was supposed to show you guys a bit of my preparations for this trip ;)

FINALLY purchased this book !!! Ever since Mile High, the brilliant show of flight attendants and stewardesses hooking up / getting drunk / doing drugs, had a reference to this book, i've been meaning to read i. I've order this book twice to a book store (once for OZ trip and once for Interrail trip) but it has never arrived early enough (ok, i'll admit, i've never ordered it early enough...) but this time I decided to dive in to the wonderful world of Ebay were everything is cheaper anyways! The book cost me only some 7€ :]
BOUGHT AN UNDERWATER CAMERA !!! BOOYAA. Ok, I'm probs more excited that i'll be able to make videos again and take "situation" aka random photos + drunk photos :] My Nikon isn't really for those purposes...

Mom bought me a Christmas calendar so I could countdown the days to my trip ;) Started opening the calendar 24 days before departure ;)

FINALLY found this !!! MAn. Been looking for this for 5 months :D
One day after work I went to see my bestie Mia at her place and we made some food and had some wine. "I'm not going out, I have to study". Two wine glasses later I had decided we were to go to a bar. After arriving to the center, having a drink and deciding to switch the bar, we walked for like 2km around the city... We would decide "lets go to lama! oh, it's too full", walk over to the next best thing and be like "nah". So after walking past 5 different options we went to Maccas and then finally inside and acutual bar: Aussie bar. It's when I stepped in, that I realized I had lost the bag which I had had with me at work and which had my school library's Economics book and a library book of Lonely Planet on Bali & Lombok... MAN DID THIS TURN OUT TO BE AN EXPENSIVE ONE. 150€ ??? Books + drinks + insisting my mate Mikko to take a taxi with me back home (he suggested we could sleep in his car... I can only imagine how much I would want to kill myself if waking up hung over as fuck in a cold _fucking_ car : D) I was a bit bummed though since I had been thinking of taking the lonely planet with me on my trip. I usually don't read any guide books but since I only have a month in Bali, time is at essence and I don't want to loose any. So. I just order my copy from Ebay ;) Much cheaper too, than buying one at a book store in Helsinki!

Anyhoo, boarding time soon (7:30), next step Frankfurt airport, stay tuned!

ps. oh fucken hell.. how's that IT-project going, you may ask..

Not Another Tom !

21.7 Barcelona





Jenni n Max

So I wake up in Aino+Raki+Jenni’s appartment after partying till 6 am. Still drunk
and half asleep, I think I am sleeping next to Tom (in my mind I guess I’m still in England), and hug him from behind and start kissing ”Tom’s” back. Then I realize – wait a minute... I’m sleeping next to Aino...  hahahah wtf. When she woke up I told her about my little misunderstanding.. failure :’D

Because I had decided to use at least 5€  or preferably 10€ less of my day budget from now on, so that I wouldn’t have to save so much for x-mas, I only had 10 euros left (excluding the hostel money). I had to be a little creative and resort  my not-so-creative-pretty-standard-breakfast/lunch aka three bananas for 80 cents. Felt like backapcking again (after eating all those fancy dinners at Tom’s uncle’s place)... such a welcomed feeling ! I’ve been spending too much money anyways on shit I don’t need.



So me, Raki and Aino went to the beach (Jenni stayed behind with Max, the girls' Spannish mate) and Raki had a slightly embarrassing moment which will fortunately for her not be discussed in this blog.. ! :D It was my first time in five months  to be at the beach – the last time was in Morocco and trust me, the beaches are nothing near pleasant. The beaches are  heartbreakingly full of small chips of plastic and rubbish everywhere. It was truly overwhelming to surf on those beaches. I wish people would understand to take better care of our planet. The plastic bits reminded me of the picture I saw in the Sydney Aquarium demonstrating how a plastic wrapper is the most dangerous thing in the world - if thrown into the ground instead of a bin - since it will result in killing a lot of marine animals with its domino effect.



Anyways, back to the Barcelonetta Beach: it was nothing special, reminded me kind of the beach in St. Kilda, Melbourne. People who have been there know what I’m talking about.  It’s a shit beach. I mean, there’s nothing wrong with it but  there’s heaps of better beaches compared to it. But anyhoo, I was just glad to be back on a beach again <3 I’m pretty chocked cause when I went out for a swim, I managed to loose my anklet aka ”jinklet” form Berlin.. :( My only souvenier from there (except Tom’s shirt hahahhaa).



I continued reading the book Tom had given me: The Marching Powder by Rusty Young. I can’t remember if I’ve written about this book, but it’s about Tom McFadden, a cocaine smuggler, who got arrested and locked up in the infamous San Pedro prison in Bolivia. What is special about this prison is that everything and i mean EVERYTHING costs there. The inmates have to pay for everything from food to a prison cell. The Prison is divided in five or was it six sections and all the wealthy business men and politicians live in the best sections with their wives and kids. These cells include a kitchen, their own bathroom, a tv, and other possessions the inmate would like to have. Where as ,the worst sections are so dangerous that they’re should not be entered at night. Since everything costs money, the inmates need a source of income, and believe it or not, they continue doing inside what they do best: make cocaine. Apparently the best cocaine in the world comes out of San Pedro prison.

Anyways, it is a f*cking good book, went straight to my top reads straight away. I recommend it to everyone. And the best thing is, it is  a TRUE STORY.



After the beach i sussed out on google maps where my hostel was and although Jenni was trying to convince me to take a 4 euro taxi there, I figured that hey, if I am backpacking, I should start behaving like one and hold onto my pennies :D So I walked to my hostel and loved the feeling of having to ask directions in my poor Spannish and not being quite sure how I’d reach my hostel. See, it is my basic strategy: I NEVER can be bothered to really look at the directions that thoroughly. I’ll just write the street name down and see what direction I have to go in  to get the sense of going the right way. Then i’ll just start walking staright and every once in a while ask for directions. So I have literally NO IDEA what so ever, how to get to my hostel/station/any place ever at all. I just like to throw myself to the mercy of the locals! Best thing eva. As I was walking to my hostel I realized it was the first time I had been alone for quite some time now ! Before that I had been hanging with the girls, with Dan and Mia, I also visited Edwina, stayed with Tom for 5 days, and before that 4 days with Melanie in Amsterdam (although I did do a day trip alone to Utrecht) + other people before this. So it felt really nice to be alone  :)

When I got to my room I started talking to this guy in my room and after a while I asked him where he was from ”Australia” ”oh sweet, and what’s your name?” ”Tom” ”NOOOOOO!!!!!”. I remember just thinking ”fucking hell, not again :D”. It was a bit hilarious to see the expression on his face.. he was like ”umm... what’s the matter... :s” ”ohijustseemtohavethistingwithtomsfromaustralia, never mind :D”. Luckily he was leaving the next morning so I didn’t have to worry about falling in love with him HAH ! :D



I also did my first share of grocery shopping in a long time... once again, I welcomed the feeling of backpacking ! I was super stoked when I was at Carrefour since I noticed that God’s gift to humanity aka a bottle of wine was only 1,49€ / bottle... oh yes. The thought of a nice meal (ravioli and almost ready salad...) with a glass of red wine seemed very tempting so I bought a bottle for myself to enjoy. But when returning home, I discovered that I had no knowledge nor skills of how to pull out the cork. So I asked this 40-year-old guy to help me open it and he did , as well as share some pretty relevant things about opening the bottle: ”it might help if you take the wrapper off ;)”. Oh hi, I have blonde hair.

I was pleased that I managed to spend only 10 euros that day (+hostel) but I was tying to figure out whether I should go to the beach and drink some wine with Jenni, Aino and Raki and some Californian guys or just stay home and read my book + update my blog + get a good nights rest and wake up early tomo to go on the walking tour. Called the girls but they were too tired to leave their flat so I went out with Darcy, this Aussie kid from my room. We went to his mate’s hostel which was so much nigger than ours. It was pretty lively and the bar was packed and full of lets-get-the-backpackers-drunk-games. We played flipcup and loved how everyone was chanting my fav games starting theme song :D Left home half past one when the others were going to a bar. I figured I didn’t want to go sit in a cocktail lounge (wtf who goes there?) reeking of beer (thanks for the bartender’s stupid let’s-pour-beer-straight-from-the-jugs-into-girls-mouths = immediate fail). Came home and checked my hostel reservation online and talked to this handsome ICELANDIC (!!! siiiick, how rare!) guy. His name was Ari... Just like Finnish !