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City: Espoo
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Country: FI
Age:
19
Height:
5' 4"
Weight:
110 lbs.
Hair Color:
Dark Brown
Eye Color:
Green
Body Type:
Slim
Ethnicity:
White
Occupation:
Customer service
myInterests
Interests/Hobbies
Writing, Movies, Hitting the gym (not often enough =/ ), Dancing, Clubbing
Music I Like:
R.E.M., Patrick Wolf, Editors, Mew, Finnish stuff
Films I Like:
Versatile in films aswell. Anything goes.
Biggest ones for me are:
Lost in Translation
Memento
Laputa
3-iron
The Ring
and despite everything, have a thing for M. Night Shyamalan
Literature I Like:
Neil Gaiman, Kurt Vonnegut, The Dark Tower, Lemony Snicket, Agatha Christie, Death Note
TV Shows I Like:
SYTYCD, The Friends, Grey's Anatomy, Weeds, Death Note, Project Runway
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aboutMattiewolf
You will know My Spiteful Endeavours
An aspiring writer/
a movie maniac
with a sarcastic mind
in a dancer's body.
mattiewolf.livejournal.com
you read, you comment, that's the rule.
Quotes by men and the sort:
-"I'm looking for someone just like you, but obviously like taller"
-"This one's on the house, keep on dancing"
-"I really like you, but I'm not into guys"
-"I really like you, but you're not into girls"
-"May I buy you a drink? Wait, you're not a minor right?"
Still with me? Cool. Random facts ahead.
- I live with my sister, my parents live in Italy
- I've been writing prose since I was six. The quality hasn't improved too much...
- I watch almost any movie suggested. From south korean art to toronto winners and from academy award nominees to summer block busters
- Finnish movie festivals are the high light of my year
- Love watching other people play video games
- I love people who smoke, even though I don't smoke myself
- I have recently developed a thing for urban aesthetics
- I sing along outloud when listening to music, especially outdoors
- I eat way too little, my diet consists mainly of cocomilk, ice cream and pineapple
- I rarely go out with just jeans and a hoodie on, there's always a twist to what I wear
In terms of masculinity:
I don't dink beer, I drink shots.
I can assemble my own furniture but cant' drive a car.
I have built a house, but couldn't paint it cause of a spider.
I don't cry at movies but I stand still in the rain.
I might bottom for you but you'll end up in my arms on the shower floor.
I flirt and hook up but I hate to sleep on my own.
You be the judge.
Listening to the new Editors album In This Light And On This Evening on a daily basis. It is the finest piece of music in a long time.
Apparently on a photo-spree. Excuse the excessive uploading.
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- Eric (10/30/09) [View | Hide]
First off, the name has obviously been anglified, the original spelling has the double consonant, which takes for ever to pronounce in English. So for the sake of my sanity, gonna go with Eric and skip the gut-wrenchin bore of a name he actually has. Eric the Estonian actually sounds like a cartoon character. Suitable, as he has this little Captain America aura about him, atleast in my opinion.
First met him some one and a half years ago in the biggest (and honestly only proper) gay bar in the Capitol area. Must have been the only time I have seen him atleast somewhat sober. Was out clubbing with my first-boyfriend-to-be and his merry gang. Eric must have been one of the first guys ever to hit on me. I gave him my number but some days later started dating, so he became just a friend. Started talking on an online messenger, which has become one of my most crucial social outlets. Just like with so many others, I actually got to know him only as smileys and an avatar. During last autumn I became single once again and we agreed to meet whenever he was in town. The sad part is that during the time I had no obligations towards anyone I didn't see him, not once. He called, I was in Sweden/home/sick/with friends etc.. I called, he wasn't in town. This went on for five months. We were supposed to meet on the night of my graduation in the afformentioned club, but I ended up staying at a local bar with friends. Friends, of which one became my next boyfriend for the following six months. Within a month he started dating too. We both broke up a couple months apart. That's when things actually got a move forwads.
So I have a thing for dancers and business men. Still looking for a combo, but pretty happy with either one. Eric happens to study to become a jurist and works as the financial advisor for the city council. Two thumbs up. He wears a suit to the office and brings work home. Call me old fashioned (or actually very modern) but I like a guy with a proper 9 to 5 job and some work-related stress.
So I knew he was single and in town. I was supposed to go out clubbing and possibly meet him someplace, but being broke stayed home. Called him and I ended up inviting him to my place to sleep. I know what you guys are thinking, but seriously it wasn't like that. He had just broken up and was out with his friends, including the ex. And he used to sleep at the ex's place, which meant that he wouldn't have a place to stay. He said he'd get back to me. Just as I was getting ready for bed, around 2 am, he called. Drunk as an Irish sailor. After little convincing he took a cab and came over. So a recently broken up drunken guy comes over at 3 am... To my surprise we ended up talking for two hours and he sobered up. Cause I had work the next day, I said we'd better get some sleep. We ended up sharing the bed and after some minutes of lying still in awkward silence we had sex.
The next day he didn't dare to come upstairs cause my sister was home. But he walked with me to work and stayed in the store until I had changed into my uniform and he came to the desk to say good-bye. He called me the next day on his way back to Estonia, we talked for about an hour.
Last weekend we were supposed to hookup again, but with him, nothing goes easy. He arrived at the bar, drunk again, bought me a drink and disappeared for while. Before leaving I searched and found him, told him I was going to see a late hour Micheal Jakson tribute, so if he wanted to come over for the night, I'd be leaving with a 4 o'clock bus. After seeing Thriller danced by a bunch of Zombies, I got an SMS from him, asking where I was. Left my friends behind and ran to the bus. Tried calling him several times, but with no luck. Got onboard the bus at the very last instant, still with no luck. Just as the bus was leaving he finally called. The conversation went somewhere along the lines of:
Me: "Hiya, been trying to call you..."
Him: "There's a bit of a situation going on. Some guys are fighting. I'll call you like soon."
Me: "The bus is leaving like right now!"
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He called about 20 minutes later as I was already walking home from the bus. He was gonna buy himself some McFood and was way drunk. We discussed whether he would take a cab again. I said I was pretty tired and it would take him atleast 45 minutes to get to my place, by which time I'd prolly be asleep. And he said he was a bit too drunk to be able to do about anything but sleep. So we deliberated that this was gonna be another uneventful chapter in our story.
He called the next day and asked if I wanted to go out and have dinner. I couldn't cause I was meeting a friend. So apparently he's in for more than just sex. Not sure how I feel about that. I mean I am seriously attracted to him, which is kinda weird apart from the lawyer thing. With wet hair he looks like a Russian drug dealer (his own words, though I sincerely agree), he's 7 years older, we have basically nothing in common and he always happens to be drunk when we meet. But still. To quote Tim Gunn: He knows how to knock my socks off.
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- Plan (10/21/09) [View | Hide]
About this blog. See, I'm on a mission and need a log. The older one is still in use for every day documenting or what ever you wish to call it. This one goes for everything related to my pilgrimage. What pilgrimage, you ask? Not gonna do the Compostela-route, a bit extreme for me to be honest. But my initial plan is to:
Within 6 years, by 15.9.2015 to be exact, have lived in LA,US and Stockholm, SE and visited Seoul, SK. The first two cities are subject to change within the subject country. More 'why's and 'what's? Figured. Ill tackle them right here right now and if something is left unanswered, hit me with a message. Righty-o. The not-so-freaquently-A&Q's:
- Why a deadline/ what' the f**k is up with that date?
I need something to sort my life out, a long lasting project to keep me interested. Also putting things into writing has always been my way of telling myself to turn dreams into possible, yet more often than not unlikely, outcomes. The date itself holds a lot of symbolic significance, which I wont be discussing for the time being. Six years seems like a doable time frame for this project but it also lets me start acting right now. And yes, even 2015 holds some significance, the world having been destroyed a couple years prior for instance...
- What's with the blog?
I need something huge. Something to break out of my daily routines, which are becoming more and more non-existent in the face of growing roots by lying on my bed. So exposing this idea, this quest, brings a whole new meaning to peer pressure. Even as it is pressure from within. To be able to write in here, things need to happen, life needs to happen. So living to fill out the empty pages? Filling out the pages to have a life.
- Who's the dude in the picture?
Travis Wall, a contestant and later a choreographer of So You Think You Can Dance. Top 5 dream guys.
- The States I get but Sweden? What the effing crap?
That angel boy just felt me up. Sweden is the country for me. Emphasis on 'the'. It is the bigger and better version of Finland. High taxes, public health care, fresh milk in every store but with a few perks like internationally viable art-education, more people and the most beautiful people on earth.
- Korea?
Will see about living there one day, but first I want to atleast see Seoul with my own two hobbity eyes. Seeing the river is enough for me for now.
- When will I study/start working?
Really have no idea. Especially have no idea of what to study. But I'm getting over my peter pan-angst of having to grow up and accepting the fact that at age 25 I might still be clueless of how to be. Maybe I will find a job or some education on my way, who knows. But the more I think about education the more I start feeling anxious about settling down here. To me having to be at one place with virtually no plans of leaving is settling down. So not talking about a house with a dog and a volvo. I mean Subaru.
- What has the post about Felipe got to do with anything?
Though this project is not about as much random hook ups as possible, Felipe is something I will remeber, an experience. Just the kinda thing I'm looking for. I'm thriving towards appreciating every day of my life, not just the one's with something special. And logging experiences is part of becoming a writer. "A writer without a journal, is a writer with nothing to say", quote by Stephen King or Plato or someone of the sort.
- The estimated success rate of this shebang?
Pretty much null. But that's what I'm trying to change about me. Hoping that eventually things like this would inspire me to make a move rather than question my own sanity. Even if it takes 6 years. And atleast it's smarter than applying to So You Think You Can Dance or Project Runway.
- Besides being totally life altering, what will I be getting out of this?
Fame, fortune, killer abs, a dog, Hunter Parrish's phone number and a membership at Screenwriters Guild of America. Like seriously!
I'll send you guys a post card from LA.
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- Felipe (10/11/09) [View | Hide]
Broke the rule last night. Left my keys home, so had to find a palce to stay for the night. And as we were out clubbing in Don' t Tell Mama, there were two options: Hook up with someone or go to Saana's place to sleep. I honestly had a hard time deciding. Just as people started leaving, this Brazilian guy was dancing next to us and talking to Anni. She pulled me out of the crowd to tell me he thinks I'm cute. A potential place to sleep? Most certainly. But I still hadn't made up my mind. And I was still toying with the idea of hooking up with Petros, the hawtie-bar tender who makes drinks only for me. Me so special. But on the other hand, Felipe was eager, hot and a foreigner. Three pro's. That's enough for me. So after dancing my ass off, I witnessed the longest druken goodbye between him and his new friends aka. the people I came with.
We got outside, I hit the ATM for cab money, he went back inside to use the toilet. We started looking for a cab, which turned out to be a prejudiced nightmare. 7, that's one for every day of the week, 7 freaking cabs slowed down, let him get close, some even rolled down a window but the moment they saw I was with him they sped of. We kept on walking, basically just aound the city center, trying to find a cab that wouldn't run off at the sight of the two of us and ended up at a taxiline outside Kamppi.
He lives in a frathouse, you know the sort with a common kitchen and shower and three personal rooms. The type of room you leave locked when you go outside, so your flatmates can't get to your stuff. When we were in the elevator he asked me whether I can shave. Of course I can, I mean show me a guy who doens't know how to shave! But that wasn't what he was asking. He wanted me to shave my little goatee-thing away. Thought he was kidding. He wasn't. I laughed it off but he got all serious and said that his dad has one and the just can't deal with facial hair. Told him to deal with it. He said he couldn't. I know I should not have obliged so easily in the end, but he seemed very sincere about it. So when I agreed to do it, he went to the bathroom and after a moment called me there. He had placed a toothbrush with paste already on it, a blade, shaving cream and a towel neatly in line, kissed me on the forehead and thanked me going along with it. In the end, it's not that big of a deal to me so I grabbed the blade and shaved. When I got to his room, he had set up glasses with water and some sandwiches, Jack Johnson was quietly playing on the back ground and all the crap lying around his room had disappeared into his only closet.
Sex started happening. It was great. And to those who saw him: The blue shirt does not do justice to what's underneath. I'll skip the details to the next part. Afterwards we hit the shower, there's no afterplay like showering together. Talked some, had fun. We take the towels, got out of the bathroom and back to his room. Except that his door is locked. His face went from "following this guy from the shower back to bed" to "holy Jeesus and Mary this can't be happening." All my stuff, our clothes and his phone are in that room. We are wearing nothing but towels. It is time for me to hide in the bathroom while he wakes up his roommate to borrow a phone. After five minutes of arguing over the phone, he knocks on the bathroom door and asks me to come out. Apparently the number they've got for emergencys like this is for every single other frathouse in Helsinki except for his. So fuck, we're screwed. I heard the French roommate tell Felipe he could sleep in his room, but he awkwardly declined, admitting he's got company. Finally the roommate finds a cell phone number, one that might help. Felipe calls the number from his roommates phone and it is the shortest call ever. He gives his address, says yes, ten minutes? and hangs up. Sitting next to me on the sofa he apologizes. I said it's great fun. He says he is ashamed. I say no need to. He says it's very very shitty thing to happen. I laugh the whole thing off cause I'm enjoying every single minute. Never hid in a bathroom before. Or spent so long in a towel not sure when I'll be able to get my clothes back. He says it's shitty cause hes ha to pay 20 euros to the guy who comes over. I say I'm worth it.
A lady comes over, clearly been woken up by our phone call, she opens the door and while Felipe is looking for the 20 euros we have a little chat. I apologize and ask how far did she come from. Apparently she lives next door. And she is used to drunked frat boys locking themselves out. When Felipe pays her, she smiles and tells us not to get too carried away to lock ourselves out again. He grins, I laugh. She goes back home to sleep. After some apologies from Felipe and some reassuring from me that it's okay, we end up going for the seconds.
Waking up before noon, after less then 6 hours of sleep, we hit it off once more. I go to the shower, collect my stuff and tell him to get his ass off the bed and help me find a way home. It turns out 550 has a stop nearby, he looks at the map, says it's too complicated to explain and demands to escort me to the bus stop. But before that he adds me on facebook and gives me his msn. What modern times we live in when it's not even a phone number but a facebook friend request. We walk to the bus stop, he waves me off when the bus leaves. I finally had my very own movie magic moment: Locked outside wearing only a towel. Talk about a sex scene turned a plot device.
And Petros. Taken and ringed. Fuck that Raul!
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DJ_Bobbei
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Comment left on: 11/20/09 1:03 PM
So...I tried again.
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Comment left on: 11/20/09 12:45 PM
Great. haha. Fuck. Well, I guess I can resend them.
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xMarkx
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Comment left on: 11/20/09 7:46 AM
Aww and your sweet to : ) Perfect come to va! hehe
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Comment left on: 11/20/09 2:55 AM
Oh...and I texted you, but since I've never sent one to Finland before,
let me know if you got it/them.
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Comment left on: 11/20/09 2:49 AM
How was the movie? I never heard of it until I read your comment.
I take it by "Yayay" that you're excited about this, so
that's pretty sweet! haha.
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Comment left on: 11/19/09 3:36 PM
your the cutest thing ever <3
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Comment left on: 11/18/09 11:57 PM
Hope today doesn't suck.
[insert not-so-square smiley]
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Comment left on: 11/18/09 5:20 PM
:( I'm sorry. Is it because no one recognized who amazing you are
today? BECAUSE...maybe they were just to intimdated to tell you. You
shouldn't have to hear it all the time...
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Comment left on: 11/18/09 3:43 PM
Hi!! how're you?? I'm fine enjoying my day and visiting your profile lol
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Comment left on: 11/18/09 12:41 PM
Thanks! I'm not even sure how to congratulate MYSELF, so no worries.
Nice to hear from you :)
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