Dear diary, I haven't seen too many dreams lately, except yesterday:
I was in america and demanded to know why in the hell Hershey's chocolate
tastes like monkey's ass, but none knew. And then I got coupon from Soviet
Finland's government office to buy 50 cans of beer, but in the shop they
demanded I need to buy all and I didn't want to.

Besides that, I am know getting more and more convinced that finnish is not
suitable language for NLP. We lack depth in the ways of saying things.