tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25009553042349053192023-11-16T10:24:25.497-08:00A year in WinlandAn Aussie adventures in cold and unfriendly FinlandTirrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02060609668070913914noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2500955304234905319.post-2982702645875852052010-09-28T10:42:00.001-07:002010-09-28T10:42:16.247-07:00Let's talk about puberty!<object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/A8CuG61nTyE?fs=1&hl=fi_FI"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/A8CuG61nTyE?fs=1&hl=fi_FI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br />
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This is SO fucked up it pleases me in a very weird way.Tirrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02060609668070913914noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2500955304234905319.post-88388984942267992762010-09-26T09:21:00.000-07:002010-09-26T09:21:15.195-07:00Making it feel like homeHOW TO HELP WITH HOMESICKNESS.<br />
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1. Buy a twelve-pack of Foster's from a corner shop.<br />
2. Drink them all in a jiffy.<br />
3. Spread the cans around your house so everywhere you look, you see empty beer cans.<br />
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4. Throw sand on the floor.<br />
5. Turn the heater up. The hotter, the better.<br />
6. Strip down to your boxers.<br />
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7. Lie on the couch, drunk, half-naked and sweating and sing 'I am Australian' as loud as you can.<br />
8. Extra tip: play videos about kangaroos on Youtube.<br />
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I'm feeling better already!Tirrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02060609668070913914noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2500955304234905319.post-16491888327288439752010-09-25T12:34:00.000-07:002010-09-25T12:34:41.725-07:00About DEM GIRLSSo, I've been hanging out with these great girls from my class (our class has only two other blokes, the rest are sheilas lol)and we have talked literally about everything. Even some darker things, though we have known only for a week or so. And about all sort of girly stuff and all -- <br />
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Today, while getting some coffee from a café, I had a conversation with Sara, who might be a little crush of mine. <br />
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Me: You girls are so open and all with me, it's really great, you know. <br />
Sara: Yeah, you're not like the other guys in our school at all. We all like you so much!<br />
Me: WHAT RLY? *getting all flustered*<br />
Sara: You're like a brother to all of us! =)<br />
My face:<br />
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A brother... man, there goes my chances. Love you, Finnish girls!Tirrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02060609668070913914noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2500955304234905319.post-78982946752125531862010-09-24T09:15:00.000-07:002010-09-24T09:15:58.863-07:00Win music!I can't understand A WORD but I love Finnish music! What do you guys think?<br />
Also, whoever asked about the Finnish girls... Crazy as horses, mates, but I love them :--) The girls in my school are super-weird and cute and lovely!<br />
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<object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ttCNkf_FMWo?fs=1&hl=fi_FI"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ttCNkf_FMWo?fs=1&hl=fi_FI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object>Tirrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02060609668070913914noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2500955304234905319.post-66592854590836136032010-09-23T08:15:00.000-07:002010-09-23T08:15:14.542-07:00how to spot an Aussie<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">HOW TO SPOT AN AUSSIE IN YOUR TOWN<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">WHY, ELLIS, WHY<br />
I HATE YOU SOMETIMES</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Tirrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02060609668070913914noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2500955304234905319.post-66109969631605607612010-09-22T13:02:00.000-07:002010-09-22T13:02:11.037-07:00FinlaaaannddddddThe first days in a Finnish school! I would say YAY if it wouldn't rain cats and dogs all the time.<br />
(So I moved to Finland about a two weeks ago thnx for asking)<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">WELL, IT SUCKED LESS FOR STARTERS<br />
and people walk upside down<br />
so I'm having troubles with the gravity here<br />
ok just kidding</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Tirrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02060609668070913914noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2500955304234905319.post-84681190712634260222010-09-21T11:25:00.001-07:002010-09-21T11:25:10.662-07:00my ultimate favourite creepypasta ;A;<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 18px;">Did you ever see one of those videos where you are asked to look for, or follow, a specific thing through out the video? Then, at the end, they reveal that as you were watching, something large and intrusive moved around in plain sight and you never even noticed it. It’s frightening how often that happens, like how I just moved from the doorway into your room as you read this.</span>Tirrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02060609668070913914noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2500955304234905319.post-16325649339388592032010-09-20T13:56:00.000-07:002010-09-20T13:56:19.551-07:00lolol random text here<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">I'm testing out my new photoshop by colouring pages of my diary. </span></span>I like to draw myself because I am quite neat.<div><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Here's Ellis! He's only a few months old and obnoxious as hell.<br />
He usually sleeps on my pillow, on the top of my head and purrs loudly all the night.<br />
His favourite sport is to annoy the hell outta Nick, who ends up chasing him under my bed or such.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And this fellow is Nick, AKA Spy. <br />
He likes to be alone and hardly shows any affection, but we all know that he's a big softie inside.<br />
We call him Spy because he has awesome cloaking device... he has the ability to hide in the weirdest places. <br />
He usually just beats Ellis around but sometimes they cuddle together. Fags. <br />
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So, do you guys have cats?<br />
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Yes. Clouds.<br />
As an army sniper, Sniper thinks that things that are vital to his survival in the wilderness - like CLOUD FORMATIONS and how fast a bullet can go are also a great things to talk about with your little sister. He has also filled our little apartment with magazines meant for snipers.<br />
The day he brings his rifle here I'm going to shed a few tears.<br />
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I'm happy that he has been doing well in the army and he's respected as a soldier and a sniper but come on, I bet we could talk about something else than marching styles and cumulus clouds.<br />
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Also his girlfriend doesn't speak Australian and gets all confused when she talks to me lol<br />
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/end whine about my big brotherTirrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02060609668070913914noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2500955304234905319.post-89314164417944534372010-09-18T11:13:00.001-07:002010-09-18T11:13:12.814-07:00ATLA the movie?Anyone seen the Last Airbender? It aired here just a few days ago, so ---- should I watch it? What do you people think?Tirrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02060609668070913914noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2500955304234905319.post-78309044850208219022010-09-18T07:48:00.000-07:002010-09-18T07:48:05.824-07:00dagen efternote to self: no more candy for me. I'm having a sweets-hangover and it's not very nice. Next time me and Sniper go to cinema, I'll be sure to eat just some nuts and maybe those goji berries.Tirrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02060609668070913914noreply@blogger.com3