Vappu

I just realized I'm getting real lazy cos I haven't been updating my blog everyday. Well, it's partly due to lack of time, but I can hardly complain!

Everywhere in Oulu now seems to have awakened. Life has sprouted up, and now we really have green grass, and green leaves on trees. A welcoming relief from the grey and white and black that greeted me each morning when I opened my curtains.

Did you know..? The number of drunk people I have seen in these two days are almost equivalent to the number I would normally see in a week or two. And the number of REALLY DRUNK people are increasing as well.

This REALLY DRUNK category is the kind which talks nonsense, sings terribly in an extremely crass and irritating fashion, can't walk properly and try to pick up girls like they're picking up beer glasses. And you know how drunk people pick up beer glasses. Normally the glass ends up on the floor. And I suppose if the girl isn't drunk, she won't want to be picked up like that.

In these few days, I have made no less than 5 new friends. Well, I guess Oulu is not as sleepy and "ulu" as it is made out to be. Well, at least not in spring!

OK, back to the main topic. Vappu! This is the celebration of Spring in Finland. I think it's called Wappu in Swedish. It's supposed to be one day of celebrations on Sunday, before Labour Day on May 1st. But of course, students being students, they tend to overdo things a little (but rather unlike what they do for their homework and exams; anyway I don't know why I said this so never mind me). The students have already started their celebrations! It's like a week long ceremony for most people (but not for bookworms, and also not for me, cos I have no stamina and I also have an important mission to complete - my project!).

As usual, I have written "too much" (what's new anyway) and so I should really show some pictures now. However, I really don't understand people who just look at pictures though, cos it is the words that really explain what's going on (although a picture speaks a thousand words, but that is based on the fact you know what is going on in the picture.) I guess there are lots of illiterate people amongst my friends who just want "PICS PICS PICS! Not so many words, lah!" Come on, did your school education bring you up just to SEE pictures?

Anyway, this is my blog area so if you can't appreciate it, there's always the option of closing this window. (Sorry just had to get it off my chest =P But I can't really be bothered if you just look at the pictures, just don't tell me. This blog area is also for my memories next time, so I want to record how I am feeling at that point in time. In words, no less.)

So now, pictures! Enjoy! (The pics aren't terribly interesting, but they do let you get a feel of the party atmosphere.)

Pic of (from left, when you view it horizontally) Patricia (Spanish) and Noura (French, but of Arab origin). We had a nice long walk to Tuira beach (like almost three quarters of an hour). Half biked half walked, to be exact. Luckily it wasn't winter already, else I would be silently cursing under my breath cos I didn't use my bus card. It was excellent weather to run, walk or bike. I should borrow someone's bike to bike around a bit.

Picture came out odd. It was supposed to come out portrait, yet it was landscape. (or was it the other way round? So pissed that this post will not be done properly now. My mood wasn't sunny to start with, cos a sleepy man will always be grumpy.)

Beach Volleyball match. When was the last time I had beach volleyball? Like er, eons ago?

Basking in the sun, enjoying the sun sand and sea. The Tuira beach was just a few steps away. Paradise indeed, though the water was not really warm, so to speak.

Smartypants me tried to invert the image the other way. And guess what? NO USE! I think it's my camera problem.Party atmosphere. All these punks are studying at the university, so yeah, they're not the real deal. Party, party, party, music, sun, sand, sea. Hauska Vappu! (Happy Vappu!)

Noura with "Elvis Presley". It really made her day!

Manu Buscher, my dear old flatmate in borrowed overalls. These overalls identify which faculty/guild you belong to and you get them in your freshman year. The patches are given/bought and sewed on yourself. The more you have, of course the better it looks. Normally it just shows how senior you are in school. As you can see, Manu's overalls belong to a rather "junior" university student. Or maybe it just belongs to one of the other exchange students.

Ok duderines, that's the end of a rather frustrating post. I hope the other pictures I take with my camera don't get inverted too, else I'd be really at my wit's end.

Till I blog again, take care!