So after a day’s hard work last thursday stressing around with papers and stuff... I said -heeeey girl, you deserve some live poker it’s so easy to find reasons right?
I also reaaaaaaaaally where craving for ONE cold beer. ONE!
Ahh well let’s just say it never works out with one beer, and surly didn’t’ that evening either.. ...
I believe I got seated on the best table of the 3 (30 ppl)as far as I could see there where only one decent player, he was Swedish and played well but got unlucky each time he tried some moves.
I managed to almost double up pretty quick, against a Maltese older little man I played before too and actually the reason I called his all in on river was actually because I played him before ..... After the hand the Maltese started their ordinaries loud verbal discussion about the hand, I didn’t get a shit of it but hey hoe... I mean yeaaa I know I had 23 off but where I supposed to fold them on BB with no raise to me??? Bhaaa.... get real.
I think I played well actually up to this following hand... and I still don’t know why I called it was just stupid and I never would have if being sober but as the time went the little waiter where far busy bringing those beers to me
I was good in chips, if not CL close to, had taken out 6 people, I when getting stack choose to make some lose all in calls from small stacks and manage to build my stack. And then they break our table and moved me to one where I again must say only one good player and that was also a Swedish guy. He goes there all the time and have done for years but I dint know, so I didn’t know his game, if I knew I folded instant this hand but i didn’t know he was a very very tight players.
Am BB, and have him covered, effective stack is about 17 k so even if I lose I be half ok but not in steady shape. No action to him, He make a standard rasie from cut off position. They fold to me in BB so it’s just me and him.
I rerasie him, i got 77 , as his standard bet from cut off unraised to him, can be jjust about anything, it’s pure ABC play.
He goes all in. I need to call another 12 k or so and am in with 5k already.
bhaaa.. I go into the tank, I only been at table a few hands, but I get so much that he is a good player. I all along say to myself I got to fold, it’s the right thing to do. Just fold, move on, and take on next hand. But I dunno what happen, brain damage or so, but I blame the waiter bringing me beers so with 2 second left of the 'time; I hear myself saying I call.
Ehhhhh.. I got surprised myself hearing it!
He of course shows AA, and ALL table knew that, but me
I should have folded but I didn’t and now it’s just to get back to work. With 12 k and blinds getting heavier and heavier I can’t sit and wait, not like the American girl at the table that miraculous manage to double her 3 k every time she tries and then blind herself down and to do another double, she played so bad really, but that’s not my business, if she has fun- good for her!
Its 17 left in the tourney, we where 30 to start with and final table at 10 people.
Well I do a lot of all in poker with any semi good hand, also see some flop against same player, I know he is weak and I can get him of flop so I saw flops with the most silliest hands, hit nothing but neither did he, I felt, so when he C-bet flop, I rerasie he folds, several times, crap German players and I steal myself up to 25 k, and mange to keep it there. So quite quick we get to final table.
And to be honest, there is only 2 players i respect the slightest on the final table. It’s this Swedish guy and then a Maltese woman I played before, she is ok, mostly because she isn’t scared letting her chips go into action and she refuses to let people chuff her around. She takes a stand. She plays online too, on full tilt.
Her girlfreind was also in the tounrey , true, they are a couple. How sweet.
Well I see some reeeeeeeealy bad play and I wonder, does these people work with poker really, most of them did as they told me. Jesus. But I slowly grind my stack, take my stabs when I can and of course, drinks my beer, I really wish that waiter was not so quick really
Anyway, it went ok I turned into aggressive mode when we got to the bubble, 5 ppl got paid, and took some nice pots there, slow down up to when we were 3 and started to push a lot again.
I got in Heads up as underdog, turned it around and won the tourney.
It was against the AA Swedish guy so that was little funny.
I woke up 09 day after, fully dressed laying all over the bed by the door bell ringing, and who do I know here to visit me, bhaaa not many. Strange, but I go and answer and he says: Madaam (FFS, STOP that now, I don’t like being called madam)
=Madam, you order holes for your curtains so you cans sleep daytime.
Hehe, he said that actually, they prop wrote that on the note to him, as that’s how I order it and emphasized so they come quick.
Anyway, come on up and he does, and it’s just so typical right, second time even seeing a maltses man that are worth looking twice on am so so so hungover, just woke up, in same cloths as yesterday,same bloody make up and red eyes lol, I was like expecting and old man drilling these holes! FFS.
Same when the locksmith came 01 when I locked myself out, or NOOOOO the door locked myself out, I had keys all right but the door refused to cooperate with me, so then I had to pay a lot of money on the side to get a locksmith out middle of night, and I was JUST out to quick pee TT ( my dog) so I had pyjamas kind of, lol , sandals and it was raining and I was freezzzzzing the as of me. And I got so bloody tired of all this things happening so I even cried and begged him to come, as else I stand there to 08,and my flight to finland where due 07.30!! He heard my desperation and came, and he was like wooooooooooooow.. and very nice, he made me tea in my own home he said it looks like I had a bad evening.
Yea right!
If you got this far, ty and cheers!
Play well out there! Remember to do re steals, it’s very effective
Hepp hepp.
Panna
Sunday, February 8
Monday, February 2
Today i Became Russian !
So ok, today it was time for the Maltese efficiency to proof me wrong or not.
I have pushed it to last minute to go and sort out my work permit, the last thing on it that no one can do for you, bhaaaa, our lawyers done the rest. I pushed it because I couldn’t see the fun part in going into Valletta, visiting the Castilian on krytches. Do you know how shit hard it is to go on krytches?
And at Malta, where payments are not smooth ever.
Anyway, so today I had to be done.
I was told by our key official to be early.I now understand why.
2 weeks ago one of my colleague was there sorting his permit out, and he told me they changed where to go so great, now I know straight where to go and it go easy peasy... yea right, well Malta hates me I know this, I just don’t know why am after all a quite nice someone, how can a whole country hate me?
Ah, well so why in earth I thought this be ok I don’t know.
First stop
Me: God morning am here to sort out these papers (showing them the papers)
Him: -Si ahhh Madam (WTF is it with this madam, am not 60!!! ) not here.
Me: Hmm.. I was told to go here, am I at wrong place, is this not door 2?
Him: Yes yes Madam (arghh madam??) but that was last week, now this week, door 5.
Me: Ohh ok.. Great, thanks!
I go to door 5 and start all over again, same sort of conversation just to find out I need to go to floor 2. OK! At floor 2 it’s crowded, how is that possible? They been open for like 20 min?
Ah well... I got to floor 2 door 5 and there I find out its door 2 not 5, no big deal, I get my form and fill it in 1 minute and say: done.
Mistakenly thinking this was easy.
The man says ok then you wait.
So I wait.
I got nr 45. Sick.
And outside this place they have a long line of chairs, and every time the person sitting on the chair nearest to the door get called in, EVERYONE has to move to next chair; I mean, COME on, why??
I dont get it, We got number thingy’s, if they call nr 45 and I don’t sit on first chair but on chair nr 15 DOES it really really matter?
Well I know when it’s possible to change things or not and I learned better then to argue with a Maltese, not possible. So I move, EVERY fuc**** time someone goes in I move, so I basically moved 44 times to another chair, lolaments.
OK, it actually goes quite quick, and lot of people to look at and make up sick stories about in one’s head so fair enough, am not bored yet. Even though I easily get bored.
NR 45!! whuuuuu...
Me: Hey!
Her: Hallo Madam (come on , no more Madam plssssssss)
Me: all filled and clear, here you go. Nock yourself out. (Didn’t say that ofc)
The woman start to look at the computer back and forward back and forward. She looks troubled, she looks in my passport, MANY times, and she takes off and on her little glasses. She shouts someone, he come, they look together, and discuss, in MALTESE so you know, loud and hysterical.
Everyone else in the room comes there too, looking shaking their head, Meskina, mella mella, ehh ehh ...
Me: pardon me, is there something wrong?
Mega insta ingore, no one even looks at me.
Me: hallooo,,, May I help you, is there any information that you have concerns regarding?
The lady answers me: yes Madam (arghhhh) your Russian yes?
Me: what? Come again please?
Her: Your registered as Russian with us but your passport says Swedish.
Me: well, that is clearly a mistake, am Swedish.
Her: No it says Russian.
Me: yes Madam (yes, payback) I heard you the first time but am telling you that is wrong, am Swedish. (am trying to be polite, cos its clearly a silly mistake done somewhere by someone, but am also starting to get feed up, and I worked 7 years at lansstyrelsen in Sweden so I know how long this can take to get sorted if one not kill it now as a human error)
Her: yes Madam but in our system you are not Swedish your Russian, so this need to be investigated. You do know it’s a crime to give false information to state department?
Me: huh? -you joking right? I have not given any false information, am Swedish, I never even been to Russia. Occasionally (couldnt really say often so little lie) I drink some vodka but no I am not Russian (the vodka joke did not go trough to her at all, so I guess no place to make fun)
Me: ok, look, I can bring you the originally papers for the application done in November, I can have them delivered here in 10 min from my lawyers office, is that what you will need to clear this or what can we do? Tell me what you need.
Her: Madam am not sure we can do much; you need to refill the forms and do over again. We can not use the old application.
Me: ( OMFG) No no, listen, that’s not necessary, I can provide you with he originally papers in case you lost them, they will clearly show I was as Swedish in November as I am now and as I was the day I was born, and that someone here in this office has typed in Russia instead of Sweden.
Her: it’s not that easy Madam.(FFS stop saying Madam)
Me: ohh yes, it’s exactly that easy. Its human mistake, it happens. But am not Russian, trust me on that.
She says she has to see someone, I guess authority to get this sorted. So she runs down the loooong corridor by all the chairs, in her funny shoes that make even funnier sound.Clip Clop, but not even, like one of the heels are broken,,, lol,,, i know, details, i got a damage brain. Sorry.
Well I understand so much as an electronic copy of the work permit is already issued based on the information they got and in that version am Russian
wuuptii so easy it is to change nationality!
Am sitting there waiting, nothing else to do. A lady coming in from the other room where they handle other kind of permits to deliver a paper stop by me and says:
- That’s a lovely perfume on you, Madam.
Then she walks out.
I just shake my head. WTF is going on here? Is it another episode of candid camera and Mr Peter Funt will pop up and say 'smile', well if so, am tired of them, they follow me around all over the world they gotta stop that.
Seriously, its harassment!
The perfume is funny actually; every time I got it I get someone saying it smells nice. Is that normal, walking up to someone saying her perfume smells nice on her?
For an example: When flying to London last week, the security guard at Malta airport told me, and then the lady scanning me for bombs told me and on the ICE party the woman walking around half naked ( a dancer so she was allowed, so you not all think we had a crazy something going on over there at ICE party) with her big yellow Python snake even asked me, and she said snakes feel body heat and scents and apparently the snake liked it too, it was klining all over me, going back to me every time she took it away, and it even bite a whole in my top whne she took it away, lol, funny, but it was a very beautiful snake, and the girl too for that matter so I let them keep on, but she asked too, - what perfume is that?
Week before Xmas I had lunch with some friends in Valletta, a waiter whispered to me !!! ( gave me the creeps) lovely perfume, what brand is that? I asked him why he wants to know, is it a xmas gift for the wife? Because then I could have consider, maybe to given him the name. He said he wasn’t married and stirred at me like a rabies drewling dog, so I said, ok well I don’t remember the name but I’d like to order a Salomon toast, snap closed the menu and gave it back and insta ignore rest of the lunch.
I will stop using that bloody perfume.
Ahh ok, now my lady is back with the verdict, am I Russian or Swedish?
Tam tam tam tam tam taaaaaadaaaaaaaaaaaaaa:
Her: madam, we don’t know, somewhere it’s been made a mistake
Me: yea that’s pretty obvious even to a blind person.
Her: I tried to cancel the idcard that are send to you will say Russian, if it comes just throw and I have issued a new one with the correct information.
Me: ok, so am not Russian?
Her: pardon?
Me: ohh no, sorry, Thanks so much for the help, that’s it, we done?
Her: Yes, everything comes in your letter box.
Me: great, thx! Have a nice day!
Her: Thanks Madam, you too and lovely perfume you got.
WHAT?????
I give up.
Good night
/a
I have pushed it to last minute to go and sort out my work permit, the last thing on it that no one can do for you, bhaaaa, our lawyers done the rest. I pushed it because I couldn’t see the fun part in going into Valletta, visiting the Castilian on krytches. Do you know how shit hard it is to go on krytches?
And at Malta, where payments are not smooth ever.
Anyway, so today I had to be done.
I was told by our key official to be early.I now understand why.
2 weeks ago one of my colleague was there sorting his permit out, and he told me they changed where to go so great, now I know straight where to go and it go easy peasy... yea right, well Malta hates me I know this, I just don’t know why am after all a quite nice someone, how can a whole country hate me?
Ah, well so why in earth I thought this be ok I don’t know.
First stop
Me: God morning am here to sort out these papers (showing them the papers)
Him: -Si ahhh Madam (WTF is it with this madam, am not 60!!! ) not here.
Me: Hmm.. I was told to go here, am I at wrong place, is this not door 2?
Him: Yes yes Madam (arghh madam??) but that was last week, now this week, door 5.
Me: Ohh ok.. Great, thanks!
I go to door 5 and start all over again, same sort of conversation just to find out I need to go to floor 2. OK! At floor 2 it’s crowded, how is that possible? They been open for like 20 min?
Ah well... I got to floor 2 door 5 and there I find out its door 2 not 5, no big deal, I get my form and fill it in 1 minute and say: done.
Mistakenly thinking this was easy.
The man says ok then you wait.
So I wait.
I got nr 45. Sick.
And outside this place they have a long line of chairs, and every time the person sitting on the chair nearest to the door get called in, EVERYONE has to move to next chair; I mean, COME on, why??
I dont get it, We got number thingy’s, if they call nr 45 and I don’t sit on first chair but on chair nr 15 DOES it really really matter?
Well I know when it’s possible to change things or not and I learned better then to argue with a Maltese, not possible. So I move, EVERY fuc**** time someone goes in I move, so I basically moved 44 times to another chair, lolaments.
OK, it actually goes quite quick, and lot of people to look at and make up sick stories about in one’s head so fair enough, am not bored yet. Even though I easily get bored.
NR 45!! whuuuuu...
Me: Hey!
Her: Hallo Madam (come on , no more Madam plssssssss)
Me: all filled and clear, here you go. Nock yourself out. (Didn’t say that ofc)
The woman start to look at the computer back and forward back and forward. She looks troubled, she looks in my passport, MANY times, and she takes off and on her little glasses. She shouts someone, he come, they look together, and discuss, in MALTESE so you know, loud and hysterical.
Everyone else in the room comes there too, looking shaking their head, Meskina, mella mella, ehh ehh ...
Me: pardon me, is there something wrong?
Mega insta ingore, no one even looks at me.
Me: hallooo,,, May I help you, is there any information that you have concerns regarding?
The lady answers me: yes Madam (arghhhh) your Russian yes?
Me: what? Come again please?
Her: Your registered as Russian with us but your passport says Swedish.
Me: well, that is clearly a mistake, am Swedish.
Her: No it says Russian.
Me: yes Madam (yes, payback) I heard you the first time but am telling you that is wrong, am Swedish. (am trying to be polite, cos its clearly a silly mistake done somewhere by someone, but am also starting to get feed up, and I worked 7 years at lansstyrelsen in Sweden so I know how long this can take to get sorted if one not kill it now as a human error)
Her: yes Madam but in our system you are not Swedish your Russian, so this need to be investigated. You do know it’s a crime to give false information to state department?
Me: huh? -you joking right? I have not given any false information, am Swedish, I never even been to Russia. Occasionally (couldnt really say often so little lie) I drink some vodka but no I am not Russian (the vodka joke did not go trough to her at all, so I guess no place to make fun)
Me: ok, look, I can bring you the originally papers for the application done in November, I can have them delivered here in 10 min from my lawyers office, is that what you will need to clear this or what can we do? Tell me what you need.
Her: Madam am not sure we can do much; you need to refill the forms and do over again. We can not use the old application.
Me: ( OMFG) No no, listen, that’s not necessary, I can provide you with he originally papers in case you lost them, they will clearly show I was as Swedish in November as I am now and as I was the day I was born, and that someone here in this office has typed in Russia instead of Sweden.
Her: it’s not that easy Madam.(FFS stop saying Madam)
Me: ohh yes, it’s exactly that easy. Its human mistake, it happens. But am not Russian, trust me on that.
She says she has to see someone, I guess authority to get this sorted. So she runs down the loooong corridor by all the chairs, in her funny shoes that make even funnier sound.Clip Clop, but not even, like one of the heels are broken,,, lol,,, i know, details, i got a damage brain. Sorry.
Well I understand so much as an electronic copy of the work permit is already issued based on the information they got and in that version am Russian
wuuptii so easy it is to change nationality!
Am sitting there waiting, nothing else to do. A lady coming in from the other room where they handle other kind of permits to deliver a paper stop by me and says:
- That’s a lovely perfume on you, Madam.
Then she walks out.
I just shake my head. WTF is going on here? Is it another episode of candid camera and Mr Peter Funt will pop up and say 'smile', well if so, am tired of them, they follow me around all over the world they gotta stop that.
Seriously, its harassment!
The perfume is funny actually; every time I got it I get someone saying it smells nice. Is that normal, walking up to someone saying her perfume smells nice on her?
For an example: When flying to London last week, the security guard at Malta airport told me, and then the lady scanning me for bombs told me and on the ICE party the woman walking around half naked ( a dancer so she was allowed, so you not all think we had a crazy something going on over there at ICE party) with her big yellow Python snake even asked me, and she said snakes feel body heat and scents and apparently the snake liked it too, it was klining all over me, going back to me every time she took it away, and it even bite a whole in my top whne she took it away, lol, funny, but it was a very beautiful snake, and the girl too for that matter so I let them keep on, but she asked too, - what perfume is that?
Week before Xmas I had lunch with some friends in Valletta, a waiter whispered to me !!! ( gave me the creeps) lovely perfume, what brand is that? I asked him why he wants to know, is it a xmas gift for the wife? Because then I could have consider, maybe to given him the name. He said he wasn’t married and stirred at me like a rabies drewling dog, so I said, ok well I don’t remember the name but I’d like to order a Salomon toast, snap closed the menu and gave it back and insta ignore rest of the lunch.
I will stop using that bloody perfume.
Ahh ok, now my lady is back with the verdict, am I Russian or Swedish?
Tam tam tam tam tam taaaaaadaaaaaaaaaaaaaa:
Her: madam, we don’t know, somewhere it’s been made a mistake
Me: yea that’s pretty obvious even to a blind person.
Her: I tried to cancel the idcard that are send to you will say Russian, if it comes just throw and I have issued a new one with the correct information.
Me: ok, so am not Russian?
Her: pardon?
Me: ohh no, sorry, Thanks so much for the help, that’s it, we done?
Her: Yes, everything comes in your letter box.
Me: great, thx! Have a nice day!
Her: Thanks Madam, you too and lovely perfume you got.
WHAT?????
I give up.
Good night
/a
Sunday, February 1
What day is it ?
Ah well.. it happen again.
I need a new alarm clock, mostley cos this one now are broken :)\
I dont really care what time i go up or to bed, i control my own work and no big deal whenever i do it, but when it affects my private pokergaming i get annoyed. No, i actually get pisst.
I landed back on Malta late friday little bit tired after a week with tons of meetings in London, and London itself was HARD.. i mean so many shops to go shopping, not fair. You dont understand that guys but the chicks do
Ah well... of course not that tired so i can sleep, so sit down to play some poker, no good cash game running meaning no donks i know seated and i table select hard these days and try to be diciplined on that, so decide to watch some TV and play some MTT laying on sofa, honestley i play so so so so bad lol, but manage to get two finaltable of the 3 MTT's i had running so either everyone else had a really crap day on the office, or one need to change tactic, not sure, but i played so bad am glad i used one of the nicks i dont normaly use much.
Fair enough, but it took loooooooooooooooong and when they where finished i got stucked in a juicy cash game and before i knew it time was 06:00, thats no big deal, i heard more birds do their morning singing last 4 yers then just about anyone i know. I was normal before starting to work with poker and had normal hrs, now nothing is normal, or what is normal?
Who decide whats normal?
I actually wonder that often.
I think am normal.
No?
I go to bed, and got no other things to do during saturday then to wake up in time to go to casino for a tournament and walk TT (Tess) a long walk before that ( TT is my dog, not my female partner or so, even though that could be quite fun)
Tourney starts 17, and i normaly ring out and say i am coming so no need to be there lots in advance, i actually ring them mostley because its hillarious how many differnt ways they spell my name on the screen and yet they havent managed to spell it either right or the same way not one of the times, thats amazing. :)\
I looked forward to play live, London was not much play, well of poker anyway.
And i also just have this craving need of taking the ' maltesiska tanterna' out one by one, its an enourmous satisfying feeling, trust me. And thx Norrland for that expression its just so right
And here is where it all goes wrong. I go to bed 06, and i normaly dont need more then few hrs sleep, but next time i look at the watch its .... yes sick.. its 03.04!! you following? I slept almost 24 hrs! WTF? Really!?
I get really confused so i phoned my mum and ask her what day it is and also if its 3 in afternoon or 3 at night. She is used getting odd questions from me so she very calm says its sunday morning 03 and add, please sweetie can you tag down with the drinking? Hmm.. well drinking had nothing whatsoever to do with this, so in all fairness i think that was unfair but then ok, i realise the situation might be little tipping over for her to say so, after all its 03 saturday night ( i just found out) and i just asked her what day it is so i just promise very sincere i will and say thx and pls go back to sleep. I love my mum, she rocks!
Soo.. just to go up and go night walking with TT and then back to sneak some money of the drunks around the table. But its not good, i mean it destroyed my whole plan and even now, because i havent gone to bed yet, and cant, its SUNDAY!
And am planing to do all bigger ones today, looked forward to it so so much, but hey hoe, it just mean that monday wil be erased, again, not sure mondays have been very active in my life last couple of years due to sunday mania, if not playing, its railing mates everywhere and skype running warm. Love sundays maybe not so strange am single after all, i mean, not many can take it:
-what??
Dinner with your parents today, its sunday????
Are you serious?
Have a good one!
And play well
- or not- am not sure anymore, apparantley one can go deep playing like shit!
/ anna panna
I need a new alarm clock, mostley cos this one now are broken :)\
I dont really care what time i go up or to bed, i control my own work and no big deal whenever i do it, but when it affects my private pokergaming i get annoyed. No, i actually get pisst.
I landed back on Malta late friday little bit tired after a week with tons of meetings in London, and London itself was HARD.. i mean so many shops to go shopping, not fair. You dont understand that guys but the chicks do
Ah well... of course not that tired so i can sleep, so sit down to play some poker, no good cash game running meaning no donks i know seated and i table select hard these days and try to be diciplined on that, so decide to watch some TV and play some MTT laying on sofa, honestley i play so so so so bad lol, but manage to get two finaltable of the 3 MTT's i had running so either everyone else had a really crap day on the office, or one need to change tactic, not sure, but i played so bad am glad i used one of the nicks i dont normaly use much.
Fair enough, but it took loooooooooooooooong and when they where finished i got stucked in a juicy cash game and before i knew it time was 06:00, thats no big deal, i heard more birds do their morning singing last 4 yers then just about anyone i know. I was normal before starting to work with poker and had normal hrs, now nothing is normal, or what is normal?
Who decide whats normal?
I actually wonder that often.
I think am normal.
No?
I go to bed, and got no other things to do during saturday then to wake up in time to go to casino for a tournament and walk TT (Tess) a long walk before that ( TT is my dog, not my female partner or so, even though that could be quite fun)
Tourney starts 17, and i normaly ring out and say i am coming so no need to be there lots in advance, i actually ring them mostley because its hillarious how many differnt ways they spell my name on the screen and yet they havent managed to spell it either right or the same way not one of the times, thats amazing. :)\
I looked forward to play live, London was not much play, well of poker anyway.
And i also just have this craving need of taking the ' maltesiska tanterna' out one by one, its an enourmous satisfying feeling, trust me. And thx Norrland for that expression its just so right
And here is where it all goes wrong. I go to bed 06, and i normaly dont need more then few hrs sleep, but next time i look at the watch its .... yes sick.. its 03.04!! you following? I slept almost 24 hrs! WTF? Really!?
I get really confused so i phoned my mum and ask her what day it is and also if its 3 in afternoon or 3 at night. She is used getting odd questions from me so she very calm says its sunday morning 03 and add, please sweetie can you tag down with the drinking? Hmm.. well drinking had nothing whatsoever to do with this, so in all fairness i think that was unfair but then ok, i realise the situation might be little tipping over for her to say so, after all its 03 saturday night ( i just found out) and i just asked her what day it is so i just promise very sincere i will and say thx and pls go back to sleep. I love my mum, she rocks!
Soo.. just to go up and go night walking with TT and then back to sneak some money of the drunks around the table. But its not good, i mean it destroyed my whole plan and even now, because i havent gone to bed yet, and cant, its SUNDAY!
And am planing to do all bigger ones today, looked forward to it so so much, but hey hoe, it just mean that monday wil be erased, again, not sure mondays have been very active in my life last couple of years due to sunday mania, if not playing, its railing mates everywhere and skype running warm. Love sundays maybe not so strange am single after all, i mean, not many can take it:
-what??
Dinner with your parents today, its sunday????
Are you serious?
Have a good one!
And play well
- or not- am not sure anymore, apparantley one can go deep playing like shit!
/ anna panna
Saturday, December 20
Can someone come and scream and throw dirty cloths in my home?
Arghhhh... yea i know should have written so many blogs, its not like nothing happens, no no am just lazy!
Anyway, its 06 here in Malta MickeyMouse country and i misstakingley fall asleep on around 23 on my way out to kitchen to open a bottle of wine, true. I had no intention at all to fall a sleep and had a friend on skype just opening a bottle of wine in his end so i had all intention to join him and his crazy laptop that create own words in a speed of lightining - love it, ahhh well, i dont know what happen, but i woke up around 03 in sofa with Tess on my chest. Other day i woke up in the guestroom, and i dont know why either, am getting old, maybe its alzheimers :(
So now its 06 and i done 2 machines of laundry, yes this houer: pure punishment for the neighbours down stairs arguee so so so much, stop that shit, i mean life too short too arguee and founding someone to blame, just face the shit, it happen, now we look forward, how hard can it be?
Done laundry, been out with Tess, cleaned my home, meaning sweping floors with a brush yes they dont use vacumcleaner in this mickeymouse country, and only one thinking its great is Tess as sweepeing the floors with a brush is in her opinion incredible fun arghhhhh!!!
The result of the cleaning are tilting me!
Also cooked a big lasagana, from scratch no half products :) in casa de "laa mariane catrine Loley"
-why is my name so hard? other day at casino they wrote on the screen : Lana Polley lol
the Lasagana i mostley cooked to proof to my friend am not going to kill myself, yea i was scared cooking Lasagana and eat it on my own will make me comit suicide.
So he said: Anna listen, dont cook. (he is so funny)
Bless him.
Well, other day i chatt with another friend, yea i know for the time beeing my life seems to be very computerized, but its this bloody foot jail, and its getting better so soon you have anna panna crazy IRL life back, Be petient. Anyway on my heading i had a text saying in english something that if your big dreams dont come trough so what or what you going to do about it. Its a strophe from a song a like.
He asked me what my dreams are.
And in all fairness, REALLY in all FAIRNESS one dont ask someone that 07 in the morning knowing the person is not sober.
But as the very straight forward girl with a unforgetable personalithy, i of course answered him very honest, and most times when people ask these kind of questions they just want the default random answer and he hasnet known me so long, so after i was done, he said: hmm ok, well that was honest. :) bless him. I hope i didnt make him too worried !
What did i answer, yea well its simple actually, i dont fight for world peace or starving countries as its seems like mission impossible, and i besides i think the copyright for that strophe is with Miss Universum. I do my charity of course and i have my sponsored kids in differnt countries, but my answer was simple,me think:
if i can have a partner, man or what you call it :) dont want a gay there is my border,not due to lack of sex, but i just cant stand this feminin thing 24 hrs a day. But i want someone that i can cook for, spoil a bit, give massage (am very good at that and miss it, and am talking real massage not "thai all included " :)even though i think am good at that too, not sure, ages ago FFS!) someone i can discuss with, someone who has passion for something in life, own hobbies interest so one dont have to cling all over eachother ALL the time, i mean i got my poker. Someone who can stand seeing me pale and black under eyes now and then not sleeping for odd 40 hrs or so when i go into my work zone :) someone who accept that sometimes one sleep days not nights :) and thats totaly ok. someone who accepts that yes one can make love tuesday afternoon at 14 on the balcony, and well someone who just wanna hold me little now and then when am cuddly, then i dont care if am rich or poor, but i need to be the woman, am so tired of being a man. reeeeeeally tired of being the man in the house. And ohh.... gotta be a fotball fan or else its doomed! Dont HAVE to be a LFC fan but well would make things nicer in the home.
I really miss the sound, yes the sound of someone in my home, i dont care what sound he makes i can even accept snoring and one of my former boyfreinds would laugh now, and say thats a huge improvment, but just the sound of someone around, i dont care what sounds or even if he sits and play poker 23 hrs a day, its ok, but he has to make sounds now and then :)AND throw dirty cloths little here and there. LIVE!
Honestley i really dont care of prestige or so, money or big fancy house, all i want is some sort of family "ish", i dont care if its my kids or borrowd kids adopted kids if they are black white green or yellow, or even if there are any kids AT ALL, but everyone shud really have someone to share both laughter and worries with. NOW i share them with my pc, lol and my online mates arghhhhh, phatetic.
And ohh. yea he needs to make me laugh else goooo away!
Can you imagine this, ok, i tell my partner goodnight at 10 in morning and go to sleep lol, or that i say no dont wanna go out tonight, yes i know its saturday, so what? no i cant see your mum and dad today its sundaytourneys ffs! and no i cant do this now, i need to finnish this tourney, lol just face it, these men dont exsist. Everything is pokers fault, i was normal before i sliped into this world :) i worked for the swedish goverment and took bus to office 06 every day and back home 16:00, did big shopping once a week, fall a sleep on sofa to a movie friday evening and had neighbours and friends over saturday and sunday it was dinner with family.
BUT on the other hand, isnt it better to live a little bit more relaxed, yea wehuuuu we got little tipsy a tuesday mornign and made crazy love on the balcony in pouring rain :) is that not better then go to bed and make the weekley sex with light off at 22 and maybe go to bed 00 in weekends. (puke).. cant live like that, if i want to eat breakfast at 23 and dinner at 08 i do that.
Byt yea.. it gets lonly too, thats the price you pay for the freedom. But cant it be combined, is that really so so darn impossible?
I can compromise :) but not about the kitchen, the kitchen is MINE, i dont want anyone challenge me there and cook, it stress me. Leave my kitchen alone!
Then of course he cant just be anyone, he has to wear a pair of jeans good ( girls you know what i mean) have sexy hands, speak a certain language (why in this earth do i have a thing for that language, i dont know where it comes from?? and yes its restricting me!! ) he also need to tell me to shut up now and then, and he needs to write number ridles on my back before i sleep, he has to be clever, daft people really turns me off - immidiatley, he also has to be able to make me smile, and make me feel like the only woman on earth and be ok with Tess, he also have to enjoy ocean as i do, else its hard, but far from that naeeee far from that am not fuzzy. ~at all! You think am demanding too much? :( maybe!
We all know he dont exsist :) but one cant ask me my dreams and expect a logic answer, am not very default random standarnized ~ thank god!
Now sun is up here in Malta and am going for a nice morning walk, yesterday morning i took this picture. Love the marina and boats.
Have a great weekend all!
A&T
NB: i never lived alone really, not until last 2 years so maybe am just not used to it and should stop whining ~ iknow, or play more poker could also be an option! Can anyone record me some hubbie sounds? i can put that cd on when i feel lonly :)
Anyway, its 06 here in Malta MickeyMouse country and i misstakingley fall asleep on around 23 on my way out to kitchen to open a bottle of wine, true. I had no intention at all to fall a sleep and had a friend on skype just opening a bottle of wine in his end so i had all intention to join him and his crazy laptop that create own words in a speed of lightining - love it, ahhh well, i dont know what happen, but i woke up around 03 in sofa with Tess on my chest. Other day i woke up in the guestroom, and i dont know why either, am getting old, maybe its alzheimers :(
So now its 06 and i done 2 machines of laundry, yes this houer: pure punishment for the neighbours down stairs arguee so so so much, stop that shit, i mean life too short too arguee and founding someone to blame, just face the shit, it happen, now we look forward, how hard can it be?
Done laundry, been out with Tess, cleaned my home, meaning sweping floors with a brush yes they dont use vacumcleaner in this mickeymouse country, and only one thinking its great is Tess as sweepeing the floors with a brush is in her opinion incredible fun arghhhhh!!!
The result of the cleaning are tilting me!
Also cooked a big lasagana, from scratch no half products :) in casa de "laa mariane catrine Loley"
-why is my name so hard? other day at casino they wrote on the screen : Lana Polley lol
the Lasagana i mostley cooked to proof to my friend am not going to kill myself, yea i was scared cooking Lasagana and eat it on my own will make me comit suicide.
So he said: Anna listen, dont cook. (he is so funny)
Bless him.
Well, other day i chatt with another friend, yea i know for the time beeing my life seems to be very computerized, but its this bloody foot jail, and its getting better so soon you have anna panna crazy IRL life back, Be petient. Anyway on my heading i had a text saying in english something that if your big dreams dont come trough so what or what you going to do about it. Its a strophe from a song a like.
He asked me what my dreams are.
And in all fairness, REALLY in all FAIRNESS one dont ask someone that 07 in the morning knowing the person is not sober.
But as the very straight forward girl with a unforgetable personalithy, i of course answered him very honest, and most times when people ask these kind of questions they just want the default random answer and he hasnet known me so long, so after i was done, he said: hmm ok, well that was honest. :) bless him. I hope i didnt make him too worried !
What did i answer, yea well its simple actually, i dont fight for world peace or starving countries as its seems like mission impossible, and i besides i think the copyright for that strophe is with Miss Universum. I do my charity of course and i have my sponsored kids in differnt countries, but my answer was simple,me think:
if i can have a partner, man or what you call it :) dont want a gay there is my border,not due to lack of sex, but i just cant stand this feminin thing 24 hrs a day. But i want someone that i can cook for, spoil a bit, give massage (am very good at that and miss it, and am talking real massage not "thai all included " :)even though i think am good at that too, not sure, ages ago FFS!) someone i can discuss with, someone who has passion for something in life, own hobbies interest so one dont have to cling all over eachother ALL the time, i mean i got my poker. Someone who can stand seeing me pale and black under eyes now and then not sleeping for odd 40 hrs or so when i go into my work zone :) someone who accept that sometimes one sleep days not nights :) and thats totaly ok. someone who accepts that yes one can make love tuesday afternoon at 14 on the balcony, and well someone who just wanna hold me little now and then when am cuddly, then i dont care if am rich or poor, but i need to be the woman, am so tired of being a man. reeeeeeally tired of being the man in the house. And ohh.... gotta be a fotball fan or else its doomed! Dont HAVE to be a LFC fan but well would make things nicer in the home.
I really miss the sound, yes the sound of someone in my home, i dont care what sound he makes i can even accept snoring and one of my former boyfreinds would laugh now, and say thats a huge improvment, but just the sound of someone around, i dont care what sounds or even if he sits and play poker 23 hrs a day, its ok, but he has to make sounds now and then :)AND throw dirty cloths little here and there. LIVE!
Honestley i really dont care of prestige or so, money or big fancy house, all i want is some sort of family "ish", i dont care if its my kids or borrowd kids adopted kids if they are black white green or yellow, or even if there are any kids AT ALL, but everyone shud really have someone to share both laughter and worries with. NOW i share them with my pc, lol and my online mates arghhhhh, phatetic.
And ohh. yea he needs to make me laugh else goooo away!
Can you imagine this, ok, i tell my partner goodnight at 10 in morning and go to sleep lol, or that i say no dont wanna go out tonight, yes i know its saturday, so what? no i cant see your mum and dad today its sundaytourneys ffs! and no i cant do this now, i need to finnish this tourney, lol just face it, these men dont exsist. Everything is pokers fault, i was normal before i sliped into this world :) i worked for the swedish goverment and took bus to office 06 every day and back home 16:00, did big shopping once a week, fall a sleep on sofa to a movie friday evening and had neighbours and friends over saturday and sunday it was dinner with family.
BUT on the other hand, isnt it better to live a little bit more relaxed, yea wehuuuu we got little tipsy a tuesday mornign and made crazy love on the balcony in pouring rain :) is that not better then go to bed and make the weekley sex with light off at 22 and maybe go to bed 00 in weekends. (puke).. cant live like that, if i want to eat breakfast at 23 and dinner at 08 i do that.
Byt yea.. it gets lonly too, thats the price you pay for the freedom. But cant it be combined, is that really so so darn impossible?
I can compromise :) but not about the kitchen, the kitchen is MINE, i dont want anyone challenge me there and cook, it stress me. Leave my kitchen alone!
Then of course he cant just be anyone, he has to wear a pair of jeans good ( girls you know what i mean) have sexy hands, speak a certain language (why in this earth do i have a thing for that language, i dont know where it comes from?? and yes its restricting me!! ) he also need to tell me to shut up now and then, and he needs to write number ridles on my back before i sleep, he has to be clever, daft people really turns me off - immidiatley, he also has to be able to make me smile, and make me feel like the only woman on earth and be ok with Tess, he also have to enjoy ocean as i do, else its hard, but far from that naeeee far from that am not fuzzy. ~at all! You think am demanding too much? :( maybe!
We all know he dont exsist :) but one cant ask me my dreams and expect a logic answer, am not very default random standarnized ~ thank god!
Now sun is up here in Malta and am going for a nice morning walk, yesterday morning i took this picture. Love the marina and boats.
Have a great weekend all!
A&T
NB: i never lived alone really, not until last 2 years so maybe am just not used to it and should stop whining ~ iknow, or play more poker could also be an option! Can anyone record me some hubbie sounds? i can put that cd on when i feel lonly :)
Thursday, December 11
Where are the hidden cameras? pls?
Malta seems to reall have taking disliking to me, and i dont know why, i been nothing but good! So besides not having water and food between saturday and wednsday wich in all fairness i think is penalty enough for what ever reason am being punished, i have also burned my nose, cut my fot, met a man in hand cuffs, got new plaster by Roy "the boy" Brindley and.. yea well i can go on.
And yes, i am looking for the hidden camera!
The homedeliver of water and food i looked forward to was not possible as they only drive out my area on wednsdays, bhaaaa, and the water here is not even drinkable! Not even if you cook it can you make coffie one it, yeaa been an intresting weekend for sure and my eating and drinking acts has been... well lets just say that lemons and red wine is not the perfect match.
Lydia has quit her job, she said she was too tired and she also said
- am not as young as i look you know.
ok lol, why she say that? When she looks like she is 100? * shaking my head*
So i had to take Tess out myself when Chantelle cant come, so its been a little painful but hey hoe, am ok. POSITIVE THINKING !
Monday i sat out on my balcony, it was very sunny, and i put my ankle high up and sat there in the sun and i surley must have fall a sleep for a few minutes because not only did i burn my nose, all red, but woke up with a boooom, Tess tried to chase a bird off the balcony with the smoothness of a elephants grace in a china store and hit the table and made my last bottle of water fall down.... and pour out... am not so quick now....so i gave up the rest thinghy and decided to take Tess out. I cant get shoes on the fot but got cast on most of it just a bit in front so i figure it be ok. Yes well this is Malta and Malta dont like me so why i thought that it be ok, i dunno.
I of course steped in glas and cut myself. Had not really expected anything else. Standard.
Also stupid only took one krytch with me out, so when i cut my fot i had to lean extra weird, i mean it looks weird already with out the cut, am not really the most graceful person even without krytches!!! But now i lean so weird that my back is crocked. Ah well... if i dare i go and get masage but i cant even imagine what will happen then. I better stay home and locking the door from now on and ride out this negative variance, it has to stop- right?
I came home and had to try to wash the fot and do damage control so needed some toilettpaper, i already made blood on the floor everywhere. Before the fot injure i thank god bought a whole big packet toilett papers, might seem like over kill, but the toilett papers here are very light, and small so i bought a huge pack of toilett roles, as a matter fact, EXACTLEY 54, and i can herby confirm to the company: VET. FUTURA LineS.p.A Marcianise (caserto)- Italy that it is indeed 54 roles in each packet. FFS ( and yes- of course i mailed them and told them they need to improve their emballage beause its very annoying to chase 54 roles on one fot, and a dog helping out thinking we playing land hockey with 54 pucks! YES- When i took the packet out from the place it broke, just like that and 54, yes FIFTYFOUR roles role out along the corridor in my apprtment, NNH GG WP.
Tess thought it was very funny, just as fun as when i 2 hrs later droped a big box of matches on the floor and they ALL fell out, sorry but i did not count them. Please forgive me!
Tuesday morning it was time for another xray and either still keept in foot jail or get a free card and pass prison. When finally finding the right place to go to, its a HUGE hospital, and am amazed they dont speak better english. For an example the wrote something very difficult to read on my note, but i understand its there i shall go, yaaaa am not totaly stupid.
So... i came to one door that said something similar and also something that looked like the swedish word for "ortoped" and its actuallyt those who fix foots and the like so i go in there. Maybe also shall add that i had sunglases one but i still think coming in on two krytches and a fot in cast should lead them more into that then the glases!
I give the lady my paper and ask if i am in right place. she says- Si si, yes yes eyes. huuu?
no no i said and point on paper. she says again: Si si eyes operation.
FFS, shall i now be wrong treated and come home blind! Not sure how much more i can take. So i say NO NOT EYES. And i show her my krytches and bang one of them against my cast. She seem to weigh the options and say- siiiiiiiii... we do eyes and she point on my sunglasses. Am so used wearing them so i didnt realise i had them on, and i think it was wearing those that confuse her, like i had eye proplem. Sooo i limp on and come to somehting i beliave is main reception. AT least its CROWDED. And people act like its war and the person inside the counter has the only packet of knackebrod left! Seriously.
But am not stupid i learned now, loudest, and with most people around you that can scream on your behaf wins!!! It took me 10 min to get in to the doctor- am sho sho proud!!
OK. so now we sitting there me and the doctor and a nurse, looking at the new xrays, and he flip the pictures in the computer back and forward back and forward so i now have memorised my foot skelett for sure. then he says: what is this? and point on my heel on the screen.
well in all fairness he is the doctor and if he dont know how shall i know???? And the heel has never had a problem!! He look again and then he look at my foot and squeese and look, and he say: well its something there i never seen on a human been before!
What, come again?
But i am calm, ice cold calm, nothing bothers me anymore, i know these maltese people overdoe things all the time so i say, - ok can it kill me?
I mean at this point after all that happen am not so sure am intrested to hear anything unless its danger for my life, then i can listen- breifly.
He says no but its strange you dont know what it is, it looks like metal. WTF?
Again, and i also realised that now, one cant joke with docotors in Malta, they just dont seem to get it, but i said - ohh that one, yea its since i worked as a spy, but i thought we got it all out.
the nurse gets it and starts to giggle. but the doctor is no joker id say. He looks at me and says if i wash my feet before xray. PARDON? ( this is second time a doctor are concerned over my clean or not clean feets!!! Its in the bloggepisode: another day in paradise ) And also am i right or am i right, is an xray not like.... overlooking dirt, even cloths if you got it on???? AND how can i wash something that are inside a cast before they take the cast off- huuu? how ? tell me that!
And no my feet are not dirty!
He says again, he never seen it and ask if its paing me. Its about 1x1 cm, and yea he is right it does look like a round metal chip with nagged edges lol, and i have no clue. Well we give up this and he finaly get back to my ankle and decide to give me a "full walking cast". so they rush me off to the plaster room and so funny, there to do my plaster is a man that i swear, really and honestley swear is a twin to Roy "the boy" Brindley. I met Roy several times and he is a very very nice and funny guy lol, and i will ring him and thank him for doing my cast! Hillarious, it was so weird, but Roy did my foot and am off out, home yea too freedom!
And speaking off freedom, while waiting in line to the plaster room the police comes in with a man in handcuffs, lol yes true. Maybe around 30 and very very holigan ruff kind of guy look, dont i just love these hooligans! They place him on a chair oposite me and he dont speak one word to me but his whole attitude and ignorante smile is like he owns the world lol, love it! He stirs at me for full 10 min, and its not stirring for evil or curiosity, the man is totaly and open flirting with me, geees they dont have bitches in prison anymore?
But i stirr back. And am not sure who won this stirring competition but i really really would like to know why they had him in handcuffs????? Wonder if one can find out? when they call my name to plaster room and Roy Brindly audition the hand cuff man whisper: Ciao Bella and he blinks. LOL funny!
Does this things happen to all of you? Or am i cursed or something?
Or am i in one of those shows, will this end up on TV? ARE there a hidden camera somewhere?
Hep hep
a&t
And yes, i am looking for the hidden camera!
The homedeliver of water and food i looked forward to was not possible as they only drive out my area on wednsdays, bhaaaa, and the water here is not even drinkable! Not even if you cook it can you make coffie one it, yeaa been an intresting weekend for sure and my eating and drinking acts has been... well lets just say that lemons and red wine is not the perfect match.
Lydia has quit her job, she said she was too tired and she also said
- am not as young as i look you know.
ok lol, why she say that? When she looks like she is 100? * shaking my head*
So i had to take Tess out myself when Chantelle cant come, so its been a little painful but hey hoe, am ok. POSITIVE THINKING !
Monday i sat out on my balcony, it was very sunny, and i put my ankle high up and sat there in the sun and i surley must have fall a sleep for a few minutes because not only did i burn my nose, all red, but woke up with a boooom, Tess tried to chase a bird off the balcony with the smoothness of a elephants grace in a china store and hit the table and made my last bottle of water fall down.... and pour out... am not so quick now....so i gave up the rest thinghy and decided to take Tess out. I cant get shoes on the fot but got cast on most of it just a bit in front so i figure it be ok. Yes well this is Malta and Malta dont like me so why i thought that it be ok, i dunno.
I of course steped in glas and cut myself. Had not really expected anything else. Standard.
Also stupid only took one krytch with me out, so when i cut my fot i had to lean extra weird, i mean it looks weird already with out the cut, am not really the most graceful person even without krytches!!! But now i lean so weird that my back is crocked. Ah well... if i dare i go and get masage but i cant even imagine what will happen then. I better stay home and locking the door from now on and ride out this negative variance, it has to stop- right?
I came home and had to try to wash the fot and do damage control so needed some toilettpaper, i already made blood on the floor everywhere. Before the fot injure i thank god bought a whole big packet toilett papers, might seem like over kill, but the toilett papers here are very light, and small so i bought a huge pack of toilett roles, as a matter fact, EXACTLEY 54, and i can herby confirm to the company: VET. FUTURA LineS.p.A Marcianise (caserto)- Italy that it is indeed 54 roles in each packet. FFS ( and yes- of course i mailed them and told them they need to improve their emballage beause its very annoying to chase 54 roles on one fot, and a dog helping out thinking we playing land hockey with 54 pucks! YES- When i took the packet out from the place it broke, just like that and 54, yes FIFTYFOUR roles role out along the corridor in my apprtment, NNH GG WP.
Tess thought it was very funny, just as fun as when i 2 hrs later droped a big box of matches on the floor and they ALL fell out, sorry but i did not count them. Please forgive me!
Tuesday morning it was time for another xray and either still keept in foot jail or get a free card and pass prison. When finally finding the right place to go to, its a HUGE hospital, and am amazed they dont speak better english. For an example the wrote something very difficult to read on my note, but i understand its there i shall go, yaaaa am not totaly stupid.
So... i came to one door that said something similar and also something that looked like the swedish word for "ortoped" and its actuallyt those who fix foots and the like so i go in there. Maybe also shall add that i had sunglases one but i still think coming in on two krytches and a fot in cast should lead them more into that then the glases!
I give the lady my paper and ask if i am in right place. she says- Si si, yes yes eyes. huuu?
no no i said and point on paper. she says again: Si si eyes operation.
FFS, shall i now be wrong treated and come home blind! Not sure how much more i can take. So i say NO NOT EYES. And i show her my krytches and bang one of them against my cast. She seem to weigh the options and say- siiiiiiiii... we do eyes and she point on my sunglasses. Am so used wearing them so i didnt realise i had them on, and i think it was wearing those that confuse her, like i had eye proplem. Sooo i limp on and come to somehting i beliave is main reception. AT least its CROWDED. And people act like its war and the person inside the counter has the only packet of knackebrod left! Seriously.
But am not stupid i learned now, loudest, and with most people around you that can scream on your behaf wins!!! It took me 10 min to get in to the doctor- am sho sho proud!!
OK. so now we sitting there me and the doctor and a nurse, looking at the new xrays, and he flip the pictures in the computer back and forward back and forward so i now have memorised my foot skelett for sure. then he says: what is this? and point on my heel on the screen.
well in all fairness he is the doctor and if he dont know how shall i know???? And the heel has never had a problem!! He look again and then he look at my foot and squeese and look, and he say: well its something there i never seen on a human been before!
What, come again?
But i am calm, ice cold calm, nothing bothers me anymore, i know these maltese people overdoe things all the time so i say, - ok can it kill me?
I mean at this point after all that happen am not so sure am intrested to hear anything unless its danger for my life, then i can listen- breifly.
He says no but its strange you dont know what it is, it looks like metal. WTF?
Again, and i also realised that now, one cant joke with docotors in Malta, they just dont seem to get it, but i said - ohh that one, yea its since i worked as a spy, but i thought we got it all out.
the nurse gets it and starts to giggle. but the doctor is no joker id say. He looks at me and says if i wash my feet before xray. PARDON? ( this is second time a doctor are concerned over my clean or not clean feets!!! Its in the bloggepisode: another day in paradise ) And also am i right or am i right, is an xray not like.... overlooking dirt, even cloths if you got it on???? AND how can i wash something that are inside a cast before they take the cast off- huuu? how ? tell me that!
And no my feet are not dirty!
He says again, he never seen it and ask if its paing me. Its about 1x1 cm, and yea he is right it does look like a round metal chip with nagged edges lol, and i have no clue. Well we give up this and he finaly get back to my ankle and decide to give me a "full walking cast". so they rush me off to the plaster room and so funny, there to do my plaster is a man that i swear, really and honestley swear is a twin to Roy "the boy" Brindley. I met Roy several times and he is a very very nice and funny guy lol, and i will ring him and thank him for doing my cast! Hillarious, it was so weird, but Roy did my foot and am off out, home yea too freedom!
And speaking off freedom, while waiting in line to the plaster room the police comes in with a man in handcuffs, lol yes true. Maybe around 30 and very very holigan ruff kind of guy look, dont i just love these hooligans! They place him on a chair oposite me and he dont speak one word to me but his whole attitude and ignorante smile is like he owns the world lol, love it! He stirs at me for full 10 min, and its not stirring for evil or curiosity, the man is totaly and open flirting with me, geees they dont have bitches in prison anymore?
But i stirr back. And am not sure who won this stirring competition but i really really would like to know why they had him in handcuffs????? Wonder if one can find out? when they call my name to plaster room and Roy Brindly audition the hand cuff man whisper: Ciao Bella and he blinks. LOL funny!
Does this things happen to all of you? Or am i cursed or something?
Or am i in one of those shows, will this end up on TV? ARE there a hidden camera somewhere?
Hep hep
a&t
Saturday, December 6
Tess the celebrity girl, peeing on the red mat!
Yesterday before going to bed, or shall i say this morning, i took Tess out, and i mange to take her on a 200 m walk, only took an hr,ya ya ya LOL!
Anyway, seem to be some kind of event on because here was a big red mat rolled out outside one place, i dont have a clue, as i been stranded up in my appartment, this is first time i really are out in a week and also its 05 so cant really get the grip on why the red carpet is there, NEVER mind, ghaaaaaaaaaaaa, just get to it phanna, stop this rambiling!
Well, i had to pass this red mat, and as i dont walk so quick, yes.. well....
Tess can now add to her experienced life being a celebrity dog and done her pee pee on that red carpet. It was not at all my intention but as i couldt pass it quick and had to walk there (it was big mat), it happend.
After all she thinks she is outside :)
Lydia been here and we did our standard morning ritual, -si si Meskina ect ect, and i said Morning! Still dont have a clue what she says.
Now am going online to order grocceries, its all empty here and they do homedelivery so going to try that and after 13.00 a petshop delivers 15 kg dog food.
So all in all, its actually possible to stay totaly locked up, most can be fixed. Even though i have not choosed it, and dont want to be in this situation again.
Sun is stunnig today, shining in on my back warming me, so i will role my chair 30 cm to the left :))) and sit outside on one of the balconies a bit and get some brown boops i think.
Hep hep over and out!
A&T
Anyway, seem to be some kind of event on because here was a big red mat rolled out outside one place, i dont have a clue, as i been stranded up in my appartment, this is first time i really are out in a week and also its 05 so cant really get the grip on why the red carpet is there, NEVER mind, ghaaaaaaaaaaaa, just get to it phanna, stop this rambiling!
Well, i had to pass this red mat, and as i dont walk so quick, yes.. well....
Tess can now add to her experienced life being a celebrity dog and done her pee pee on that red carpet. It was not at all my intention but as i couldt pass it quick and had to walk there (it was big mat), it happend.
After all she thinks she is outside :)
Lydia been here and we did our standard morning ritual, -si si Meskina ect ect, and i said Morning! Still dont have a clue what she says.
Now am going online to order grocceries, its all empty here and they do homedelivery so going to try that and after 13.00 a petshop delivers 15 kg dog food.
So all in all, its actually possible to stay totaly locked up, most can be fixed. Even though i have not choosed it, and dont want to be in this situation again.
Sun is stunnig today, shining in on my back warming me, so i will role my chair 30 cm to the left :))) and sit outside on one of the balconies a bit and get some brown boops i think.
Hep hep over and out!
A&T
Friday, December 5
Chantelle & Lydia
Yes, i know it sounds like name taken from a old German adult movie :-) But its not.
As it happens, Me and Tess are now employers.
Not sure what i can call our little company but i figure something out.
Lydia was employed first and she also work mornings. She is old school, fast frames, this is my job and this is not. Very punctual also.
Chantelle is my freelancer and she comes when it suits her. She is an all rounder type of employed person.Very quick learner. Definitive a keeper.
What am i rambling about?
Well, i cant possible walk Tess on my two good friends krytches 1 & 2, then i break other foot aswell and i already got blisters in my hands so i had to "hire" some people to help me with this. Money goes long way. Cash is king.
So Lydia comes 10:00 sharp and take Tess out.
And also 17:00 in case my freelancing staffer Chantelle cant come, mostly in case its rain, you now with freelancing staff they can choose what assignment they take on and apparently dogs living in Malta dont need to go out if its cold and rainy. ok.
Let me so tell you little something about Lydia.
Its very hard to say her age but my guess is somewhere around 50-100. She is about 150cm tall and 120 width.Yes its true. Her hair is gray from the hair roth and about 3 cm and after that is black. Most of times when she comes to work she has her hair in two "pippi longstock" pony tails on each side of the head, looks slightly odd as they approx only are sticking out 2 cm, not very long hair for that hair due IMO but what do i know about fashion.
She wears some sort of pajamas trousers that end just under the knee, to that she got socks that ends half way up the vade and sandals with open toes.
She is not very found of speaking English so we dont do that, she speak Maltese and i stick to nooding and smiling.
She comes and say:- Bongu Bella Tessan meskina meskina pupa sabiha. - Si si, pupa Meskina meskina meskina eyaa lau. I say god morning. Have no glue what she says. Dont really make any difference.
Tess go and get her leach, she actually started to do that minute she hears the door phone as she know that's how it is these days, so she got very annoyed at Mr Aaron Klikk the other day delivering my computer set up and NOT taking her out to pee, she didn't understand that at all. The door phone is her's these days.
And its little funny how dogs adjust. I stand on my balcony with a cop of coffee and look Lydia wobble the street down, she walks veeeeeeeery slow, so slow i get hyper stressed watching, and she talks to Tess in Maltese constantly and I hear the word Meskina Meskina Si si. Tess walks so so slow beside her and look up now and then.
I tried to give Lydia these black bags to use when Tess does nr 2, but she don't understand, or she just prefer her own system and am not member of any union with my little firm yet, so i cant force her do my way. Her system: when Tess is about to do nr 2, Lydia stops her and stick a page from a magazine, says- Si si Meskina (she always has a magazine with her, so one can say Tess take a dump on Brad Pitt and such) She stick the page under Tess and Tess does her thing, then Lydia takes another page and put on top, and make some sort of solution here, I really dont want to go closer into details, sorry for that, but I swear its true I seen her do this. For Real.
Then this walk is over and they turn back home, so this is old school, job done, job over. No fun, nothing extra.
First day she actually brought this "packet" all way up to my apartment to proof the job was done. I said thank you so much but please, i trust my staff.
I am a very good boss.
I have stooped being surprised over things anymore. Life is just so different for all individuals in this world and this is apparently how my life is. So just to accept it. Anyway, after the walk its time to pay her, I pay her 1 € /each time she comes and i wanted to give her 20 € and say we take it from there. But no no, payment each time after work over! So not only do we have to go trough this time killing procedure twice a day i ALSO need to have change at home. this is my life, yes i hear you! But what can i do?
OK.
Then we got Chantelle
Tess loves Chantelle.
Chantelle loves Tess.
I love everyone.
Chantelle is 26, sporty cool and funny. And very pretty with big brown eyes. She is traveling to Australia in mid January and she be very missed. Chantelle comes afternoons and take Tess for 1 hr walk. And Tess knows when its her, not sure how she can hear difference on how they press the door bell :-) But Tess knows! She jumps quick down from sofa, bed or where ever she is nursing her toys and hurry to get her leash (she actually does this, same goes if i sit long and play poker, she takes it and drag it back and forward back and forward on the floor in front of me. Anyway when she knows its Chantelle she runs to get her leash and I open the door and let her out to elevator, its just me up here in penthouse so no problem with that, and she is in that elevator asap it opens jumping all over Charlene :-)
And Charlene laughs and say: Tessssssss my sweet darling!
Again I stand on my balcony seeing them sprint of, in cool outfit and ipod in the ears, and now we talking tempo, Tess is happy tagging along!
Chantelle uses black bags for nr the 2 action. Thank you very much!
When they come back, Chantelle takes care of all, she goes to Tess drawer in kitchen (where Tess runs into and sit and wait) and pick a candy for here, cuddle a bit, always ask if i need something else, and we chit chat for a bit and she runs of. AND i paid her first day for whole week! TY! She takes 15 € for this hour. She is about the only person i speak with IRL these days and she understands that and always chat along. She is very curious about this thingy called poker so before she leaves for Australia, i will invite her for some nice Anna Panna Lasagna and let her play a few SnG :-) if i could hook up my mum who are 75 am sure i can hook up this cool 26 yrs old chick to play some pokehhhaaaa!
And she is not even loud, maybe she isn't Maltese.
Its hard work being an employer id say.
You think one should have "julefrukost?Christmas dinner" when one only have two staff?
I think so.
Anna & Meskina (as i think thats Tess Maltese name)
As it happens, Me and Tess are now employers.
Not sure what i can call our little company but i figure something out.
Lydia was employed first and she also work mornings. She is old school, fast frames, this is my job and this is not. Very punctual also.
Chantelle is my freelancer and she comes when it suits her. She is an all rounder type of employed person.Very quick learner. Definitive a keeper.
What am i rambling about?
Well, i cant possible walk Tess on my two good friends krytches 1 & 2, then i break other foot aswell and i already got blisters in my hands so i had to "hire" some people to help me with this. Money goes long way. Cash is king.
So Lydia comes 10:00 sharp and take Tess out.
And also 17:00 in case my freelancing staffer Chantelle cant come, mostly in case its rain, you now with freelancing staff they can choose what assignment they take on and apparently dogs living in Malta dont need to go out if its cold and rainy. ok.
Let me so tell you little something about Lydia.
Its very hard to say her age but my guess is somewhere around 50-100. She is about 150cm tall and 120 width.Yes its true. Her hair is gray from the hair roth and about 3 cm and after that is black. Most of times when she comes to work she has her hair in two "pippi longstock" pony tails on each side of the head, looks slightly odd as they approx only are sticking out 2 cm, not very long hair for that hair due IMO but what do i know about fashion.
She wears some sort of pajamas trousers that end just under the knee, to that she got socks that ends half way up the vade and sandals with open toes.
She is not very found of speaking English so we dont do that, she speak Maltese and i stick to nooding and smiling.
She comes and say:- Bongu Bella Tessan meskina meskina pupa sabiha. - Si si, pupa Meskina meskina meskina eyaa lau. I say god morning. Have no glue what she says. Dont really make any difference.
Tess go and get her leach, she actually started to do that minute she hears the door phone as she know that's how it is these days, so she got very annoyed at Mr Aaron Klikk the other day delivering my computer set up and NOT taking her out to pee, she didn't understand that at all. The door phone is her's these days.
And its little funny how dogs adjust. I stand on my balcony with a cop of coffee and look Lydia wobble the street down, she walks veeeeeeeery slow, so slow i get hyper stressed watching, and she talks to Tess in Maltese constantly and I hear the word Meskina Meskina Si si. Tess walks so so slow beside her and look up now and then.
I tried to give Lydia these black bags to use when Tess does nr 2, but she don't understand, or she just prefer her own system and am not member of any union with my little firm yet, so i cant force her do my way. Her system: when Tess is about to do nr 2, Lydia stops her and stick a page from a magazine, says- Si si Meskina (she always has a magazine with her, so one can say Tess take a dump on Brad Pitt and such) She stick the page under Tess and Tess does her thing, then Lydia takes another page and put on top, and make some sort of solution here, I really dont want to go closer into details, sorry for that, but I swear its true I seen her do this. For Real.
Then this walk is over and they turn back home, so this is old school, job done, job over. No fun, nothing extra.
First day she actually brought this "packet" all way up to my apartment to proof the job was done. I said thank you so much but please, i trust my staff.
I am a very good boss.
I have stooped being surprised over things anymore. Life is just so different for all individuals in this world and this is apparently how my life is. So just to accept it. Anyway, after the walk its time to pay her, I pay her 1 € /each time she comes and i wanted to give her 20 € and say we take it from there. But no no, payment each time after work over! So not only do we have to go trough this time killing procedure twice a day i ALSO need to have change at home. this is my life, yes i hear you! But what can i do?
OK.
Then we got Chantelle
Tess loves Chantelle.
Chantelle loves Tess.
I love everyone.
Chantelle is 26, sporty cool and funny. And very pretty with big brown eyes. She is traveling to Australia in mid January and she be very missed. Chantelle comes afternoons and take Tess for 1 hr walk. And Tess knows when its her, not sure how she can hear difference on how they press the door bell :-) But Tess knows! She jumps quick down from sofa, bed or where ever she is nursing her toys and hurry to get her leash (she actually does this, same goes if i sit long and play poker, she takes it and drag it back and forward back and forward on the floor in front of me. Anyway when she knows its Chantelle she runs to get her leash and I open the door and let her out to elevator, its just me up here in penthouse so no problem with that, and she is in that elevator asap it opens jumping all over Charlene :-)
And Charlene laughs and say: Tessssssss my sweet darling!
Again I stand on my balcony seeing them sprint of, in cool outfit and ipod in the ears, and now we talking tempo, Tess is happy tagging along!
Chantelle uses black bags for nr the 2 action. Thank you very much!
When they come back, Chantelle takes care of all, she goes to Tess drawer in kitchen (where Tess runs into and sit and wait) and pick a candy for here, cuddle a bit, always ask if i need something else, and we chit chat for a bit and she runs of. AND i paid her first day for whole week! TY! She takes 15 € for this hour. She is about the only person i speak with IRL these days and she understands that and always chat along. She is very curious about this thingy called poker so before she leaves for Australia, i will invite her for some nice Anna Panna Lasagna and let her play a few SnG :-) if i could hook up my mum who are 75 am sure i can hook up this cool 26 yrs old chick to play some pokehhhaaaa!
And she is not even loud, maybe she isn't Maltese.
Its hard work being an employer id say.
You think one should have "julefrukost?Christmas dinner" when one only have two staff?
I think so.
Anna & Meskina (as i think thats Tess Maltese name)
Thursday, December 4
How come, one never break even with "screws" when putting togheter things?
Well.
Am Swedish. From the deep forrest of småland the very base and homeland of IKEA, right.
So am kind of used to putting things togheter.
But how come one always get things over?
It cant be good, i know, but WHEN there is no place to fit the things in, i really cant break or make hole in the things just to go +- zero, or?
But it wasent that bad so far, when putting the desk togheter other day i got a funny thing left, and it was just one in the packet so I can only assume it indeed is of some relevance, but there is 100% no place to fit it.
Then i put togheter my chair. There i went minus one piece.
-does this mean am ok? Like i just broke even?
Or will the result of this come later as some sort of reversed rakeback?
Today Mr Aaron Klikk (probarbly not his name but lets call him that) came with my computer set up, they are good here in Malta, home deliver is no problems, its just the reeeeeeaaaaally important things like Pizza, Kebab & Sushi and such i havent found a home deliver of yet. But its just a matter of time - will. Am very stubborn.
Soooo..... pc, printer/scanner, screen.
Result: I got 3 weird wires over, i beliave thats too much.
Even in my world of very high tolerance- its too much.
Even funnier is, they dont fit anywhere, so it cant be any back ups or so, or to use for extra fuzzy gadgetts. Because there is no PLACE for them. At all. And now you hot young guns pokerplayers shake your head and think sick she is daft but then you dont get it- the thing in each end of the wires can not even possible go in anywhere, not on these maschines anyhow.
I get so tired. They stress people with this- honestley,why send it along then? And if anything break down i bet they say: yepps your own fault, you didnt use all the wires! Warranty not valid.
But FFS listen - they dont FIT ANYWHERE!
Can i make a complain in some sort of higher instance for this?
Am very good in writting those emails :)
Even Adam Jungler replied me when i emailed him asking if he please can speed up a bit on the tables when on TV since its driving me totaly on tilt seeing his action, like a koalabear.
Have it best
A&T
Am Swedish. From the deep forrest of småland the very base and homeland of IKEA, right.
So am kind of used to putting things togheter.
But how come one always get things over?
It cant be good, i know, but WHEN there is no place to fit the things in, i really cant break or make hole in the things just to go +- zero, or?
But it wasent that bad so far, when putting the desk togheter other day i got a funny thing left, and it was just one in the packet so I can only assume it indeed is of some relevance, but there is 100% no place to fit it.
Then i put togheter my chair. There i went minus one piece.
-does this mean am ok? Like i just broke even?
Or will the result of this come later as some sort of reversed rakeback?
Today Mr Aaron Klikk (probarbly not his name but lets call him that) came with my computer set up, they are good here in Malta, home deliver is no problems, its just the reeeeeeaaaaally important things like Pizza, Kebab & Sushi and such i havent found a home deliver of yet. But its just a matter of time - will. Am very stubborn.
Soooo..... pc, printer/scanner, screen.
Result: I got 3 weird wires over, i beliave thats too much.
Even in my world of very high tolerance- its too much.
Even funnier is, they dont fit anywhere, so it cant be any back ups or so, or to use for extra fuzzy gadgetts. Because there is no PLACE for them. At all. And now you hot young guns pokerplayers shake your head and think sick she is daft but then you dont get it- the thing in each end of the wires can not even possible go in anywhere, not on these maschines anyhow.
I get so tired. They stress people with this- honestley,why send it along then? And if anything break down i bet they say: yepps your own fault, you didnt use all the wires! Warranty not valid.
But FFS listen - they dont FIT ANYWHERE!
Can i make a complain in some sort of higher instance for this?
Am very good in writting those emails :)
Even Adam Jungler replied me when i emailed him asking if he please can speed up a bit on the tables when on TV since its driving me totaly on tilt seeing his action, like a koalabear.
Have it best
A&T
Monday, December 1
At Malta hospital with a pregnant foot, kind of.
Ok, i guess you all deserve an update!!
After a very long saturday night with pain i realised i should see a doctor with this ANKLE, see yes i spell right now! Me very good ya ya ya.
So sunday morning i jump on one leg around the neighbourhood taking Tess out, and i have now given up the hope that they see me as normal since so many curtains moved while doing this so by now they are convinced that am a nutcase more or less.
Ah well. One do what one have to do - positive thinkning
Arrived at the hopsital and i now know that this hospital actually is the biggest in Europe, one learn so much sitting in emergency room all day. I also learned potatos grow best in the north of Malta and that the water no good in city and that.... ahh you get the picture. And if it wasent for the fact i was in shitload of pain it be quite interesting, so many different people.
Well i register at the counter and as i dont have my blue swedish health card with me and my health incurene here in Malta isnt ready i end up in nomansland and have to deposit a lot of money for anyone even to take my name down, my name that by the way all day trough in all the speakers was "laa mariane catrine Loley" one can for sure say i didnt know it was me the first 10 times i heard it.
After 3 hrs i realise this is going nowhere, since am alone here.
Because i discovered that the ones bringing most friends and relatives and who are able to create the loudest conversation and crazyiest wave with the arms is the one getting help, regardless of the injure.
Not much i can do about family but reverse psycologi might work so i make sure the person in the counter SEES me :-) then i limped/dragged my foot and myself to the counter in best "ringaren from notre damm" style. When finaly there, (all this took maybe 8 minutes and trust me i had the whole waiting rooms divine attention) i squezze a tear out (not that hard actually as i felt both totaly abandon and cut of the world and also in pain) well i squezze a tear out and whisper very low (reverse tactic remember) and the whole waiting room had become silent to hear me, lol, i even hold my arms around me instead of up in air ala Malta style.
I say: pls am so so sorry to disturp you, pls excuse me but i waited for so long and soon i think i will faint and am all alone and im also pregnant and am so scared its not good for me ( well not pregant ofc, unless there is to be a new Jesus to born but a little white lie has not hurt anyone, at least thats what i said to myself then) The minute i say word pregnant the waitingroom BURST out in a loud discussion,angry that they let me sit and wait hahahaha... hillarious! I will love this country.
-Oh bella, Si si, you come tell me, we dont let you waaaaait!
And whupptiii i won the battle of the que, i almost wanted to turn around and raise my arms in victory to the rest of the room as they call my name: "laa mariane catrine Loley go to area 2" But as the very good behaved girl i am i controlled myself.
Really felt as i won a big marathon getting this far, and it took the doctor about 30 seconds to shout, Xray!
Bhaaa... he at least could have given me some more attention he was adorable cute, but propably gay with my luck!
"laa mariane catrine Loley go to xray area"
I can not for this world understand why they have to announce everything, but maybe it is to entertain the waiting room people, because when sitting out there one here all this so one can really follow the peoples move in the system, and the waiting room while i was out there started to discuss when they hear the names go trough to nexty "area" and of course arguee about what the diagnos would be and why and this and that, i mean come on, of course we argue loud and wave our hands
- its Malta baby.
anyway, they xray my fot from all possible angels and then shout in the speakers "laa mariane catrine Loley go back to area 2" and hearing this all day i just need to ask the person in the xray room, why cant he just tell me as am just 1 meter from me him, why does he need to say it in the mic?
I ask this and he once again turn on mic and say: "laa mariane catrine Loley.... WTF? i say no no, i want to know why you do it when am standing here, i understand if you tell me? He reach for the mic AGAIN, and i say noooooo pls...but no luck, "laa mariane catrine Loley please go area 2 now", its true he added a now.
I give up i said Ciao and limped on. Limping has for me now a total different meaning then 2 days ago.
Wonder what they thought in waiting room hearing my name 3 times to leave that area?
Ok BACK in area two. Standing there waiting for my doctor, a nurse come runnig with a wheelchair, ??.. -no no i am ok i say. Nonononon you have to sit, SIT!
Well i sat. Cant argue with a Maltese. Already learnd that.
Doctor came and said (and he axctually said this)
- Listen madam ( madam woot??...), yes i said.
-What is wrong with you?
-ehhhh... i got pain in my fot .. i started to say.
-NO NO.. he said, whats WRONG with you? -Your fot is fraktured in 3 places and in 3 differnt directions and you decide to wait 24 hrs before coming in AND walk around here in the areas instead of letting your family pull the wheelchair?
-Besides i am also told your pregnant, where is your husband!!! he really should be here!
(why did they tell him that, it was just a lie to get into the doctor)
He is angry, my cute doctore is angry with me and i actually cant look at him and say its a lie so say something evenmore stupid, i know, but you need to understand am very tired now. So i say,
- he left me am all alone. ( i reaaaaaaaaaaaly should not said this, and the minute it jumped out my mouth i realised that but too late) the WHOLE area 2 gets quiet and THEN boom, a discussion in Maltese and very loud and angry started, when i think back am sure i will smile one day but at this point i really felt so bad, tricking this people but it was kind of too late.
No shit sherlook it takes so long to get things done in this hospital!! Then they decide that ok, well lets give her a bed!!!
Ok so now they put me in a bed, and role me into the place where they do plasters/cast, and i hear in the speaker, "laa mariane catrine Loley ......seriously when will this farse stop. One nurse is walking beside the bed holding my hand even, i really really felt bad, i dont like lies and am very straight forward but this was like a emergency lie, how would i know the person tell the whole hospital?
I get my cast, is that really the name?
And i still dont understand why they have to do it all the way up to the knee when its the foot that are damaged? Is that not little over kill?
Placed back in wheelchair and out trough the waiting room to deposit some more money to get krytches and another appointment. And yes, of course the waiting room seeing me started to discuss loud and clear as they do about everyone coming out. And one woman came to me and said: -Si si i told my sister, you come out with that, and she knocked on my cast, the sister came up behind her saying a very long harang in Maltese and then turn to me, Si si she right but i said you get bandage! OMG, pls god let me get a taxi home NOW, i kind of want to hear " "laa mariane catrine Loley your taxi here"
Got my kryches and now am actually soon in tears for real, understanding how unbleivable difficult this will be alone in Malta with a dog to take out, and am stricktley banned from using my fot, one can say am "fotbanned", seems like a good complement to the chatbann that i seem to get everywhere. Attitude problem, what they mean?
Am soooo nice!!!!
Over and out, tomorow i tell you about the woman we found to take my Tess out couple of times every day, lol, she is very serious, she explained exactley what Tess done, how she did it and how much and how it looked, well i dont really care as long as it is done outside!
I think the woman is one of those old ladys that cant social with humans, she seem honestley more odd then me. OMG is it me in 30 years i see in her?
Now am scared for real.
Is it momondo .com one find tickets?
A&T
After a very long saturday night with pain i realised i should see a doctor with this ANKLE, see yes i spell right now! Me very good ya ya ya.
So sunday morning i jump on one leg around the neighbourhood taking Tess out, and i have now given up the hope that they see me as normal since so many curtains moved while doing this so by now they are convinced that am a nutcase more or less.
Ah well. One do what one have to do - positive thinkning
Arrived at the hopsital and i now know that this hospital actually is the biggest in Europe, one learn so much sitting in emergency room all day. I also learned potatos grow best in the north of Malta and that the water no good in city and that.... ahh you get the picture. And if it wasent for the fact i was in shitload of pain it be quite interesting, so many different people.
Well i register at the counter and as i dont have my blue swedish health card with me and my health incurene here in Malta isnt ready i end up in nomansland and have to deposit a lot of money for anyone even to take my name down, my name that by the way all day trough in all the speakers was "laa mariane catrine Loley" one can for sure say i didnt know it was me the first 10 times i heard it.
After 3 hrs i realise this is going nowhere, since am alone here.
Because i discovered that the ones bringing most friends and relatives and who are able to create the loudest conversation and crazyiest wave with the arms is the one getting help, regardless of the injure.
Not much i can do about family but reverse psycologi might work so i make sure the person in the counter SEES me :-) then i limped/dragged my foot and myself to the counter in best "ringaren from notre damm" style. When finaly there, (all this took maybe 8 minutes and trust me i had the whole waiting rooms divine attention) i squezze a tear out (not that hard actually as i felt both totaly abandon and cut of the world and also in pain) well i squezze a tear out and whisper very low (reverse tactic remember) and the whole waiting room had become silent to hear me, lol, i even hold my arms around me instead of up in air ala Malta style.
I say: pls am so so sorry to disturp you, pls excuse me but i waited for so long and soon i think i will faint and am all alone and im also pregnant and am so scared its not good for me ( well not pregant ofc, unless there is to be a new Jesus to born but a little white lie has not hurt anyone, at least thats what i said to myself then) The minute i say word pregnant the waitingroom BURST out in a loud discussion,angry that they let me sit and wait hahahaha... hillarious! I will love this country.
-Oh bella, Si si, you come tell me, we dont let you waaaaait!
And whupptiii i won the battle of the que, i almost wanted to turn around and raise my arms in victory to the rest of the room as they call my name: "laa mariane catrine Loley go to area 2" But as the very good behaved girl i am i controlled myself.
Really felt as i won a big marathon getting this far, and it took the doctor about 30 seconds to shout, Xray!
Bhaaa... he at least could have given me some more attention he was adorable cute, but propably gay with my luck!
"laa mariane catrine Loley go to xray area"
I can not for this world understand why they have to announce everything, but maybe it is to entertain the waiting room people, because when sitting out there one here all this so one can really follow the peoples move in the system, and the waiting room while i was out there started to discuss when they hear the names go trough to nexty "area" and of course arguee about what the diagnos would be and why and this and that, i mean come on, of course we argue loud and wave our hands
- its Malta baby.
anyway, they xray my fot from all possible angels and then shout in the speakers "laa mariane catrine Loley go back to area 2" and hearing this all day i just need to ask the person in the xray room, why cant he just tell me as am just 1 meter from me him, why does he need to say it in the mic?
I ask this and he once again turn on mic and say: "laa mariane catrine Loley.... WTF? i say no no, i want to know why you do it when am standing here, i understand if you tell me? He reach for the mic AGAIN, and i say noooooo pls...but no luck, "laa mariane catrine Loley please go area 2 now", its true he added a now.
I give up i said Ciao and limped on. Limping has for me now a total different meaning then 2 days ago.
Wonder what they thought in waiting room hearing my name 3 times to leave that area?
Ok BACK in area two. Standing there waiting for my doctor, a nurse come runnig with a wheelchair, ??.. -no no i am ok i say. Nonononon you have to sit, SIT!
Well i sat. Cant argue with a Maltese. Already learnd that.
Doctor came and said (and he axctually said this)
- Listen madam ( madam woot??...), yes i said.
-What is wrong with you?
-ehhhh... i got pain in my fot .. i started to say.
-NO NO.. he said, whats WRONG with you? -Your fot is fraktured in 3 places and in 3 differnt directions and you decide to wait 24 hrs before coming in AND walk around here in the areas instead of letting your family pull the wheelchair?
-Besides i am also told your pregnant, where is your husband!!! he really should be here!
(why did they tell him that, it was just a lie to get into the doctor)
He is angry, my cute doctore is angry with me and i actually cant look at him and say its a lie so say something evenmore stupid, i know, but you need to understand am very tired now. So i say,
- he left me am all alone. ( i reaaaaaaaaaaaly should not said this, and the minute it jumped out my mouth i realised that but too late) the WHOLE area 2 gets quiet and THEN boom, a discussion in Maltese and very loud and angry started, when i think back am sure i will smile one day but at this point i really felt so bad, tricking this people but it was kind of too late.
No shit sherlook it takes so long to get things done in this hospital!! Then they decide that ok, well lets give her a bed!!!
Ok so now they put me in a bed, and role me into the place where they do plasters/cast, and i hear in the speaker, "laa mariane catrine Loley ......seriously when will this farse stop. One nurse is walking beside the bed holding my hand even, i really really felt bad, i dont like lies and am very straight forward but this was like a emergency lie, how would i know the person tell the whole hospital?
I get my cast, is that really the name?
And i still dont understand why they have to do it all the way up to the knee when its the foot that are damaged? Is that not little over kill?
Placed back in wheelchair and out trough the waiting room to deposit some more money to get krytches and another appointment. And yes, of course the waiting room seeing me started to discuss loud and clear as they do about everyone coming out. And one woman came to me and said: -Si si i told my sister, you come out with that, and she knocked on my cast, the sister came up behind her saying a very long harang in Maltese and then turn to me, Si si she right but i said you get bandage! OMG, pls god let me get a taxi home NOW, i kind of want to hear " "laa mariane catrine Loley your taxi here"
Got my kryches and now am actually soon in tears for real, understanding how unbleivable difficult this will be alone in Malta with a dog to take out, and am stricktley banned from using my fot, one can say am "fotbanned", seems like a good complement to the chatbann that i seem to get everywhere. Attitude problem, what they mean?
Am soooo nice!!!!
Over and out, tomorow i tell you about the woman we found to take my Tess out couple of times every day, lol, she is very serious, she explained exactley what Tess done, how she did it and how much and how it looked, well i dont really care as long as it is done outside!
I think the woman is one of those old ladys that cant social with humans, she seem honestley more odd then me. OMG is it me in 30 years i see in her?
Now am scared for real.
Is it momondo .com one find tickets?
A&T
Saturday, November 29
Malta, gaybar and a twisted ancle! All is normal :-)
Well i said it before but am still little puzzled how comes - i always end up in situations that clearly is odd!
Now it happen again, and my first blog for so long should really be about the move here to Malta and all that but i skip that. This is better :-)
ok, so.... saturdays and sundays is Tess day!
Meaning long long walks because its really nowhere for her to run lose in Sliema so we need to get outside and we made a deal we do that in weekends, she is cool and have visit more cafe'`s and been charming more waitresses last 2 weeks then in her whole life before so i think she is ok, they always give her something to eat :-).
anyway, jeans and sneakers and hoodie on (not very warm in afternoons) loud music in my ears and of we go! Calculating a 3 hrs walk or so.
But, There ís something one need to understand with walking in Malta, you HAVE to look where you put your fot all time, its really not flat and its holes and bumps everywhere and suddly for no logic reasons there can be a step down or up!
Yea you get it, right?
We came about 15 minutes from our home and then boooooooom, i twist my ancle so Fu***** bad, even though i had loud music in my ears i heard the cracking inside the ancle. It went all black to me and i had to sit down on the step that did it to me. Seriously, i have twisted my ancle so many many times, i got a crap one, injured it when i played volley on little higher levels back then 100 yrs ago or so and since then it dont need much to twist. But this was by far the worst twist i ever had. I actually honestley though i broke it. Great! who will i phone? Who will take my Tess for walks? Feck.
And it hurted so bad so all i wanted to do was to scream obcsene words like when your aces get cracked on river from someone holding 72 off or simular. I serious wanted to screm all the bad words i could, LOUD, i even think i could have created some NEW VERY bad words, for some reasons it seems to help.
But there where two sweet girls coming running to me screaming its broken. mama mia, we heard the crack of the bones! well what you also need to understand with Malta is that people regardless if they are happy, sad, angry or just simply want to say halloo, it sounds like they are facing their worst night mare, they are very loud :-) and typical italiano questures,, you get it ?
After a while, i been able to at least figure out that its not broken, i can move it and i can put preassure on it, as i said, i been trough this shit many times. So am trying to convince everyone ( more people have joined the crowd) its going to be ok, i just need to sit here a while. MAMMA MIA NO NO! Broke, Si Si, hopsitali, Bella please, Si Si??? You all white in face, TAXI!!!! well i can smile now because it all ended quite funny and am also more then little tipsy due to this.
They brought ice from the pub nearby and wanted my shoe off, quite a big drama when i refused, i know if i take it of i have to limp barefot home because no way in this world can i get it back on afterwards, and am not yet ready to walk trough my new neigbourhood in daylight with one shoe, am sure i get to that at one point or the other, have for sure happened before, but not yet.
(last time i walked home without shoes i woke up in my bed day after and when i toke my braw off a seeeeeerious sum of money fall out, it took me 6 months or so to find out where they came from, when i run into a mate saying shit you crushed the black jack that night lol so, black jack on the pub and no pockets to put the money in :-) and i have not even one scene of this in my head)
So please give me few more weeks before my neighbours think am a lunatic.
ok, i had to show them i could stand so i did, and blimey i almost fainted but smiled and said all goooood!.I know that even if its a bad twist in a few hrs it be better.So i just need to sit somewhere for some time, preferabel where they have coffie! And started to walk a little bit away from the group, they said crazy americano and keept on talking so the whole block could hear them- but thats just how it is down here. So i walk little bit and it really are getting up to me i can not get myself home right now, so i sit on a bench along the water and Tess is busy helping the fishing man and chasing some sun reflexes. I try to phone my freind down here, but i am actually in such pain i cant even press the phone proper, and am feeling like i have to throw up.
Then.. well and i still dont know how all this ended with me and Tess joining a gayman and his yves saint laurent freinds for some serious wine drinking but thats where we ended up.
After 30 minutes on this bench i just have to try to do something and I know there is a fancy coffie place just around the corner and say to Tess we need to make it there hope they allowe (some cafes dont like dogs even if sits outside) us to sit for a few hrs drinking coffie and then go home - deal? Yea yea whatever she seems to think, even though little annoyed leaving her fisherman, she really liked him. He pulls up small fishes for his cat (cant see how it can be worth the work really but hey hoe whatever makes his world rock) and he shows Tess the little fish everytime, and say something i beliave noone can understand, he got no theeths and I think he is like 95 yrs old or so.
So i make it there, and its late afternoon and Maltese people love going out after work having their coffie ect so its full, completley full. And i really must have looked devestated behind my sunglasses because one man, ah well man is maybe to over doe it, rush from inside to me and start hugging and kissing my dog, he just LOOOOOVES dogs, yea yea right, how come gay people just have to do that thing with their hands? do they get excluded from buying yves saint laurent and vercase bags else?
A blind and deaf person could see he was gay.
Anyway, he ask my name and dogs name, kiss my checks and invite me to sit with him and his freinds, a big group of people all wearing gucci, vercase and yves saint laurent looking like straight out of a magazine, but heeeeey i had a hoodie with "havefuen" on !!! He he... so without even waiting for an answer from me he just lift up Tess and carry her straight trough the whole crowded place saying, -Bella bella my scottish bella come with me! -Everyone, please meet TESS and Hanna from scottland (they dont know anna here, it is just as when i lived in africa, hanna hanna hanna) so i smile little and say hi, hallo, gooday and limp after him like a retard. People say -ohh your schottish, i try to explain no no am swedish but people say yes scottland nice nice so i give up. Yes scottland. Great, perfect, scottland! Nooooo problemos!
Ok finally at the table it is really some sweet lovley people, they order a steak for Tess, (waiter didnt blink even when they cut it in bits and put it on floor to Tess lol) and tell waiter to bring 4 more bottles of wine, waiter says same one as before? They get angry saying si si ehh?- you think we cant pay?? and a big discusion in maltese follows and i dont understand a word from. I take a glance on the winebottle they drinking and i know those bottles are not cheap. Well wine comes infront of me, my fot are placed high up and am already feeling better! They are sweet people, Marco is the gay one that got me thre and the others are couples and sisters, brothers, cousins and god knows what to him, i lost track of it. We sit there for 2 hrs, it gets cold so owner comes with blanketts, even Tess gets one to sleep on and life is actually quite ok, i lost track long time ago how many wine bottles came out to this table but it was quite a few.
Suddley Marco kiss both my checks and whispers -Scottish Bella i really need to get laid tonight. Ehh..... well your gay, i cant possible help you with that i think for myself. But before i have time to say anything, he stands up ON his chair and shouts:
-am gay and i have to get laid tonight! Si Si! - anyone joining for the gay bar?
His brother get angry saying he is making a fool of him self, marco says - i need to get laid, whats the problem? And are on his way up to announce that again, when his brother pull him back to the chair, and it would be an understatment to say it was not a loud discussion following. Marco want to borrow Tess to bring to the gay bar, he says all gays love dogs and he will get laid easy. He also announces he will call in sick to work tomorrow. GG NH. Well i dont think she like go clubbing today i say. He looks very sad in that very very typical gay way, and say maybe another day. yea maybe i say (Not likley).
Then he order cake. And when cake come he put the whole lot down for Tess- Si si Bella, Tess my best friend now! Omg...Tess is going to puke all night is all i can think but thank god she is used to odd things so she just wave her tail look at me like, whuuuuu malta great land, and eat the cake. I drink my wine and start to wonder how in the whole earth did i end up here?
One of the girls in the group insits holding my hand touching my nails and am so new to this culture am not sure if its just normal or what goes one, she is VERY pretty and got huge boops, yes sorry but she did. I mean maybe she is gay too, but sorry hun am really not up for some other sides experience tonight with this fot! But after an hr or so her friend explain, she cant speak english at all, she is visiting from Sicilly, but she wants to know where i make my nails, i say its my very own but they dont understand, so i just say i made them before leaving Scottland :-) she said ohhhh and ahhhh and keep on touching them. I let her do it, its like a free massage and spa treatment this, wine, massage ect.
Sooooo... if one looks at this from above, a random chick from "scottland" in a Mermaid hoodie, sits with fot high up, drinking wine with a burping /Sleeing dog under my chair, a gay man holding my one hand and every so often kiss my check shouting he needs to get laid and a very pretty girl holds my other hand study my nails, repeating very nice very nice. But noone seems to think any of this is strange so i guess C`e la vie Carpe diem! They all act like we known eachother forever. And tell me all sorts of things about themself and their families. Well as i dont want to join Marco to the "real" gay bar he drop me home so Tess and i got lift in a very nice car i can swear it never been a dog in that one before! Marco kiss me 4 times on my checks to say goodbye and on the very typical gay way, put his arms out and shout to the whole street: -Si Si Manwel Demech Street 32, i know now, i come visit my scottish bella and Tess.
And now i sit in my sofa wondering why these weird things happen to me ALL the time.
AND seriously its a reason why dogs should eat dog food, she already started to fart badley so my sunday tourneys will have be on the balcony!
Hep hep
C4Q & Tess
Now it happen again, and my first blog for so long should really be about the move here to Malta and all that but i skip that. This is better :-)
ok, so.... saturdays and sundays is Tess day!
Meaning long long walks because its really nowhere for her to run lose in Sliema so we need to get outside and we made a deal we do that in weekends, she is cool and have visit more cafe'`s and been charming more waitresses last 2 weeks then in her whole life before so i think she is ok, they always give her something to eat :-).
anyway, jeans and sneakers and hoodie on (not very warm in afternoons) loud music in my ears and of we go! Calculating a 3 hrs walk or so.
But, There ís something one need to understand with walking in Malta, you HAVE to look where you put your fot all time, its really not flat and its holes and bumps everywhere and suddly for no logic reasons there can be a step down or up!
Yea you get it, right?
We came about 15 minutes from our home and then boooooooom, i twist my ancle so Fu***** bad, even though i had loud music in my ears i heard the cracking inside the ancle. It went all black to me and i had to sit down on the step that did it to me. Seriously, i have twisted my ancle so many many times, i got a crap one, injured it when i played volley on little higher levels back then 100 yrs ago or so and since then it dont need much to twist. But this was by far the worst twist i ever had. I actually honestley though i broke it. Great! who will i phone? Who will take my Tess for walks? Feck.
And it hurted so bad so all i wanted to do was to scream obcsene words like when your aces get cracked on river from someone holding 72 off or simular. I serious wanted to screm all the bad words i could, LOUD, i even think i could have created some NEW VERY bad words, for some reasons it seems to help.
But there where two sweet girls coming running to me screaming its broken. mama mia, we heard the crack of the bones! well what you also need to understand with Malta is that people regardless if they are happy, sad, angry or just simply want to say halloo, it sounds like they are facing their worst night mare, they are very loud :-) and typical italiano questures,, you get it ?
After a while, i been able to at least figure out that its not broken, i can move it and i can put preassure on it, as i said, i been trough this shit many times. So am trying to convince everyone ( more people have joined the crowd) its going to be ok, i just need to sit here a while. MAMMA MIA NO NO! Broke, Si Si, hopsitali, Bella please, Si Si??? You all white in face, TAXI!!!! well i can smile now because it all ended quite funny and am also more then little tipsy due to this.
They brought ice from the pub nearby and wanted my shoe off, quite a big drama when i refused, i know if i take it of i have to limp barefot home because no way in this world can i get it back on afterwards, and am not yet ready to walk trough my new neigbourhood in daylight with one shoe, am sure i get to that at one point or the other, have for sure happened before, but not yet.
(last time i walked home without shoes i woke up in my bed day after and when i toke my braw off a seeeeeerious sum of money fall out, it took me 6 months or so to find out where they came from, when i run into a mate saying shit you crushed the black jack that night lol so, black jack on the pub and no pockets to put the money in :-) and i have not even one scene of this in my head)
So please give me few more weeks before my neighbours think am a lunatic.
ok, i had to show them i could stand so i did, and blimey i almost fainted but smiled and said all goooood!.I know that even if its a bad twist in a few hrs it be better.So i just need to sit somewhere for some time, preferabel where they have coffie! And started to walk a little bit away from the group, they said crazy americano and keept on talking so the whole block could hear them- but thats just how it is down here. So i walk little bit and it really are getting up to me i can not get myself home right now, so i sit on a bench along the water and Tess is busy helping the fishing man and chasing some sun reflexes. I try to phone my freind down here, but i am actually in such pain i cant even press the phone proper, and am feeling like i have to throw up.
Then.. well and i still dont know how all this ended with me and Tess joining a gayman and his yves saint laurent freinds for some serious wine drinking but thats where we ended up.
After 30 minutes on this bench i just have to try to do something and I know there is a fancy coffie place just around the corner and say to Tess we need to make it there hope they allowe (some cafes dont like dogs even if sits outside) us to sit for a few hrs drinking coffie and then go home - deal? Yea yea whatever she seems to think, even though little annoyed leaving her fisherman, she really liked him. He pulls up small fishes for his cat (cant see how it can be worth the work really but hey hoe whatever makes his world rock) and he shows Tess the little fish everytime, and say something i beliave noone can understand, he got no theeths and I think he is like 95 yrs old or so.
So i make it there, and its late afternoon and Maltese people love going out after work having their coffie ect so its full, completley full. And i really must have looked devestated behind my sunglasses because one man, ah well man is maybe to over doe it, rush from inside to me and start hugging and kissing my dog, he just LOOOOOVES dogs, yea yea right, how come gay people just have to do that thing with their hands? do they get excluded from buying yves saint laurent and vercase bags else?
A blind and deaf person could see he was gay.
Anyway, he ask my name and dogs name, kiss my checks and invite me to sit with him and his freinds, a big group of people all wearing gucci, vercase and yves saint laurent looking like straight out of a magazine, but heeeeey i had a hoodie with "havefuen" on !!! He he... so without even waiting for an answer from me he just lift up Tess and carry her straight trough the whole crowded place saying, -Bella bella my scottish bella come with me! -Everyone, please meet TESS and Hanna from scottland (they dont know anna here, it is just as when i lived in africa, hanna hanna hanna) so i smile little and say hi, hallo, gooday and limp after him like a retard. People say -ohh your schottish, i try to explain no no am swedish but people say yes scottland nice nice so i give up. Yes scottland. Great, perfect, scottland! Nooooo problemos!
Ok finally at the table it is really some sweet lovley people, they order a steak for Tess, (waiter didnt blink even when they cut it in bits and put it on floor to Tess lol) and tell waiter to bring 4 more bottles of wine, waiter says same one as before? They get angry saying si si ehh?- you think we cant pay?? and a big discusion in maltese follows and i dont understand a word from. I take a glance on the winebottle they drinking and i know those bottles are not cheap. Well wine comes infront of me, my fot are placed high up and am already feeling better! They are sweet people, Marco is the gay one that got me thre and the others are couples and sisters, brothers, cousins and god knows what to him, i lost track of it. We sit there for 2 hrs, it gets cold so owner comes with blanketts, even Tess gets one to sleep on and life is actually quite ok, i lost track long time ago how many wine bottles came out to this table but it was quite a few.
Suddley Marco kiss both my checks and whispers -Scottish Bella i really need to get laid tonight. Ehh..... well your gay, i cant possible help you with that i think for myself. But before i have time to say anything, he stands up ON his chair and shouts:
-am gay and i have to get laid tonight! Si Si! - anyone joining for the gay bar?
His brother get angry saying he is making a fool of him self, marco says - i need to get laid, whats the problem? And are on his way up to announce that again, when his brother pull him back to the chair, and it would be an understatment to say it was not a loud discussion following. Marco want to borrow Tess to bring to the gay bar, he says all gays love dogs and he will get laid easy. He also announces he will call in sick to work tomorrow. GG NH. Well i dont think she like go clubbing today i say. He looks very sad in that very very typical gay way, and say maybe another day. yea maybe i say (Not likley).
Then he order cake. And when cake come he put the whole lot down for Tess- Si si Bella, Tess my best friend now! Omg...Tess is going to puke all night is all i can think but thank god she is used to odd things so she just wave her tail look at me like, whuuuuu malta great land, and eat the cake. I drink my wine and start to wonder how in the whole earth did i end up here?
One of the girls in the group insits holding my hand touching my nails and am so new to this culture am not sure if its just normal or what goes one, she is VERY pretty and got huge boops, yes sorry but she did. I mean maybe she is gay too, but sorry hun am really not up for some other sides experience tonight with this fot! But after an hr or so her friend explain, she cant speak english at all, she is visiting from Sicilly, but she wants to know where i make my nails, i say its my very own but they dont understand, so i just say i made them before leaving Scottland :-) she said ohhhh and ahhhh and keep on touching them. I let her do it, its like a free massage and spa treatment this, wine, massage ect.
Sooooo... if one looks at this from above, a random chick from "scottland" in a Mermaid hoodie, sits with fot high up, drinking wine with a burping /Sleeing dog under my chair, a gay man holding my one hand and every so often kiss my check shouting he needs to get laid and a very pretty girl holds my other hand study my nails, repeating very nice very nice. But noone seems to think any of this is strange so i guess C`e la vie Carpe diem! They all act like we known eachother forever. And tell me all sorts of things about themself and their families. Well as i dont want to join Marco to the "real" gay bar he drop me home so Tess and i got lift in a very nice car i can swear it never been a dog in that one before! Marco kiss me 4 times on my checks to say goodbye and on the very typical gay way, put his arms out and shout to the whole street: -Si Si Manwel Demech Street 32, i know now, i come visit my scottish bella and Tess.
And now i sit in my sofa wondering why these weird things happen to me ALL the time.
AND seriously its a reason why dogs should eat dog food, she already started to fart badley so my sunday tourneys will have be on the balcony!
Hep hep
C4Q & Tess
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