MP5

For some unknown reason the MP5 seems to be my weapon of choice in most of my dreams… 

Just a couple of nights ago I took part in a training week where we were shown NEW kinds of MP5s and we learned to use them in close combat as well as in open spaces. 

I had a model that had a folding stock and a Mini silencer (it was patent-pending). Ojj, me like these dreams <3 Part of the course took place in an old school. By old I mean the Victorian era (1837-1900). 

We were allowed to shoot inside and most of the target practice was just "X"s drawn on walls… Weird. I was GOOD. I loved my new gun. We also played around with empty weapons and beat the heck out of each other with just whatever we could find… I woke up with a sore back :D

 

Icy ice

Last week I stopped "recovering"... Or something. So I'll be off season for about a year now. Next comp.licence is due Jan 2015! This is so cool...

Lil kitty cat

cat face after a leg day

no jesus on my toast today...

I am so NOT stripping for You!

yep... another stupid dream. Two in a row now.
Honey didn't sleep well either. I think we're out of sync?

Dirty, gray, broken down and stripped motorcycles this time. Maybe it was a Honda or a Suzuki? I couldn't tell… Honey was fixing it. He said he's going to go for a quick ride "around New York". I knew he wasn't safe. I knew he couldn't keep away from the thin ice. In the dream he had a skidoo too, parked somewhere near the coast line. I knew the ice was thin 'cause I had just watched a long dream about a red Lapland reindeer dog (Lapponian herder) on thin ice, constantly falling through and struggling to survive. :/
Thankfully the dog made it and didn't die!

http://www.superstock.com/stock-photos-images/1848-240229

But when honey left the dream changed…
I was thrown to a winter night: big moon, stars, white snow and thick ice… Small islands close to each other. We had sticks of dynamite! Red ones ;)
We threw them on the ice and hoped that they would make holes as they explode. Sometimes the other people on the closest island threw their own sticks and we ran for cover… It was fun until someone called the cops. They came on a small hovercraft.

We hid the rest of the explosives under the pier and pretended to be too drunk to understand spoken language…

Zoom and I'm in summer time. I was working as a soldier in a huge training camp in the middle of no-where. I had a beret and green overalls. Everyone else had the usual camo clothes.
We went to the "central storehouse" and returned some of our equipment. I didn't have all the crap that the others were returning. I knew I hadn't been issued them so I couldn't possibly have them. The old guy who seemed to work there kept asking me for my overalls. I told him two times that I didn't have any other clothes with me so he's not getting them.
He got all cranky and waved his arms around, rolled his eyes and shouted: "get stripped or get out". I left. Stupid ass idiot wanker. I hope he gets a hiccup for 48 hours. :/

 I couldn't stop worrying about honey. It even woke me up but now I feel like I'm missing a ton of sleep...

My baby

Every year my baby has his annual check ups... Every year I try to push it out of my mind:
Some stanger pokes around and touches him in every wrong way, gives him "the shakes" and pulls on his thingies... :/
I hope he gets through with flying squirrels. My poor baby.

I'll take him for a ride later. Last weekend we burned some rubber so I think he'll forgive me for this.
Oh! It's his turn!
...there he goes <3

Hannibal the crazy

"Nice house" I thought when I first stepped into the house and saw that it looked familiar.
 "Oh crap" was my next thought. I've been here before. It was a zombie dream. A gay zombie. Shit. What's happening THIS time…

(There's a new TV show here in Finland. Hannibal: http://www.nelonen.fi/ohjelmat/hannibal I'm like NEVER going to watch it. Sorry TV. I just can't take that kinda shit. I didn't follow Dexter either. Too sick. My dreams run me down if I pollute my mind with that HELL.)

Well, where was I?... yes, the house. A really nice house. Wooden house and hand painted wall papers. Old oil paintings on the walls and chandeliers in every room.
I was with a small group of people. We were taken to the cellar (F**K!) and everyone was handed an old, broken bicycle.
 "Repair them!" a man said.
I looked at my bike. It didn't have pedals or a seat or even wheels… others had similar pieces of shit in their hands… We started fixing them. In any way we could. We were given tools and spare parts. Eventually I was only missing the chain. :D

Then I saw HIM. Hannibal. Just like in the TV show. Nicely dressed and looking crazy in his nice, clean suit… brrrrrr, I felt cold.
Hannibal had not fixed a bike. He had made a "two seater body bad"! "This is not good" I whispered to myself. Hannibal lay in one of his brand new body bags and pulled up the zipper. He had holes where his nipples were. :O

"Oh, THIS is NOT good" I thought and headed for the door.
"Do not leave." he said with a strong voice. I grabbed the door handle so hard that I broke it and ran out. My feet hardly touched the ground as I ran. I smiled. I was running over dead zombies and I didn't even get my feet dirty. Ugly fuckers. Yäk! Thank god I can fly again ;)

Oh yeah, and I was carrying my little Zen garden too... (it's a small sand box, very relaxing to have here at work...)

oh all the truckin'

Last night was a collage of trucking accidents... I was given a LOOOOOOONG trailer truck.
But the guy who handed me the keys to that red beauty had parked it in an underground parking lot that was full of little cars and busses and support pillars and stray dogs... oh shit.

I started the engine and it sounded like the whole place would cave in... I stepped on the gas and the colossal truck rolled forward... I hit a couple of older French cars (oh, fuck them) and scrached alot of Italian little "car like boxes on wheels" (Hahaa).

The road out of that parking area was painted with "oil and gasoline"... I pretty much killed every piece or motoriced vehicle that I hit. (Just to be clear: I do have a C licence on my drivers' licence in real life so I can drive vehicles that weigh more than 7500kg or cost more than your basic house, hah, a little joke there...)

I didn't get the idea of my dream. What was my subconscious telling me? Was I learning to break things with style or take bigger risks in life? Was it just for laughs or did I learn something? As I think back I pretty much only remember how much I wanted the truck to transform into Optimus Prime <3<3<3<3<3

Big Robots <3

SPA

What do you do on the eve of a big (anatomy) exam... you go to a Spa and relax :)

NO pressure... you've been studying for ~2 weeks anyway!
You're ready ;)

 BTW the exam went Great. I liked answering all the questions and I even learned something... 

Oh, the Spa: http://www.kumpeli.fi/index.php?page=101&lang=2

http://www.kumpeli.fi/index.php?page=1103&lang=2

Full body peace of mind

Belly problems checked and fixed :)
Had my first (and last... 2013) X-mas dinner tonight. Huh-huh! I think I'll take a nap.

Water

Someone's been drinking like a runaway seahorse... I had to get up 3 or 4 times last night to empty my bilge water tanks... And I didn't even get a headache from all that drying up!?
I don't like this... Something is messing up my internal organs and fucking up my night life! :/

Slow week

I got an exam this weekend that I'm hoping to pass with flying colors... I did the ultimate thing... I'm having a "rest week".

Just jump.

Cà d'Zan Mansion Interior (Ringling Museum) - HDR

I got back my ability to fly!

I spent last night in summery Stockholm and hung around a huge wooden house… more like a mansion. It had "double high" rooms and it was easy to do flips and swim around in the air and space. I especially love to play like a dolphin when I fly :D

I googled around and found this picture:

It's pretty much just like the house I was in last night.

57kg

I'm hardly 57kg.
It's not alot. But just over a month ago I was hardly 54kg! ;)

I'm getting there. I'm getting closer to 60kg.

I don't know how many weeks it makes but I'm about 21 months out :) hahaa! I'm getting there, I am.

I quess I should go home and rest... It's been a looong day <3

Early... So early Earl

I saw my friend at the gym this morning. work out: from 06:30 to 07:40. :)

Huh.
Quite early.

Another bad massage client

I don't know where I get these people but the lady last night was a real PAIN in the back bone...
I mean... WHO writes these dreams of mine??? Horrible...

It started out just like any NICE day. My dream had it all: nice, clean room, good set up for a perfect massage and a client that came in time... but then it started.
She kept wanting other stuff that she had ordered, she wanted more time and better spa stuff than I could offer. Eventually we got to "warming up" but she kept jumping up to check her phone and telling me about her friends cat or work she'll have done on her car as soon as she gets more money... I told her many times to get back down and RELAX but she kept standing up to show me her new wallet or jacket or what ever.
By the time her time was up we hadn't done ANYTHING that I could charge her for. I barely touched her.

And the idiot tried to book a new time with me.

I was all sold out.

I hope she never comes back.
Stupid dream!!! A waste of time!

Oh my back...

I saw my PT on Tuesday... he saw I needed some work done.
We had a back day.

I told him about Isolators... maybe I'll build my own? I don't think I'll pay over 110£ for them. I'll wait 'til the prices come downnnnn...

www.isolatorfitness.com
and
http://isolatorfitness.com/isolator/

(I want some!) :D

@ kuntokeskus K&M

 
...really streching the hell out of that top...

nice ball for a stomach :)

(you can't see it from this angle but I know it's there)

What IS a Name?

What are you called? WHY did YOU get those names? Who do you feel like? Do you LOVE your name? IS it YOU? I name things. I call my phone Sammy (it's a Samsung), I call my car Baby and my sowing machine is often called "the thresher". The vacuum is "the sucker" and my favorite tea cup is "Oi!" I was named in a fairly Viking way… first name is short and not too usual (not usual at Tampere in the 70's). It is good when I'm lost in a crowd and I need to find my way back through. Just a quick yell and I usually hear which way I should go. The again there are some words in the Finnish language that can mix me up… NIIN ( = "so, such, and, that, then, as, such…") is one of those words. It can almost sound like a "mIIa" when it's mixed into other sounds or echoes. My second name has to do with fire. The goddess of fire (Celtic): Piritta (comes from Brigit). She is the protector of culture and education. She is also the inspiring fire of poetry. In the heart she is the fire of healing and fertility… when she burns as the fire for blacksmiths she also burns for self-defense <3 The last name is something that I do not feel tied to. I wish to be married someday… that will not change just my last name but also my whole life <3

The laughing, brown cat

The laughing cat, the brown cat. He stretched and stretched as long as he could. Lying on his back on the floor he looked at me with his happy eyes. How do cats always seem to smile so deeply? He loved it when I touched his belly. His fur was soft and warm. Short but so thick <3 His skin was thin and I could feel his muscles through it. 8 pale and tiny nipples were hardly detectable on his skin. He put one of his back legs up. Straight up! It looked so nutty that I laughed. Ankle all straight and his thigh and buttocks all tight and slick (he had just licked everything clean). With his front paws he stroked his knee and thighs like a dancer in a music video. I wondered where he had learned to do so. He kept smiling at me and zigzagged with his back legs. Then he stretched as long as he could again and I stroked his belly a bit. He laughed! Real cat laugh! Not a monkey type screaming or a squirrel sound but the cutest cat laugh I've ever heard! It was beautiful. He loved it when I straightened his fur around his knee and he started purring… I think he was my synaptic cat. He was so stretchy <3