Ah well.
Somethings just puzzles me alot. Sorry.
I recentley read in a book why dogs like to drink from the toilet, well mine dont, she prefer me pouring her drip by drip from a bottle, bhaaa, not time wasting at all right. *rooling my eyes*
But however she wants to watch the water, so sometimes she sits there waiting for me to just flush to keep her happy, this is our evening routine i brush my teeths and flush few times to entertain her. She STIRRS down the water like a rabies drewling maniac, so if ever they make movies about what people/dogs/creatures/bandits ect have seen in life, (actually think this can be a big seller idea, i have given it some thought) like if they have a chip operateted and take out to show on their funural, well, there be loooot of water in hers. Tess for sure are Maltas bathing babe numero ono, rushing into the sea every possible chans given and gracing me aswell as others with a shake of it, of course
But the explenation they had to this toilet thinghy made all just perfect sense, and i never really thought about it, fair enough. I cant think about everything my mind is overloaded already as it is with nonsense stuff and details.
BUT how come some people gave it a serious though and also publish a book about it?
That amazes me little.. not much but hmm..yea a little.
Maybe some smart ass out there now say - well you READ the book!
Yea go figures! There are so many wise people right?
Shut up!
''' Dog's consider toilet an incredible, spring-fed porcelain fountain. From a dog's point of view, toilet water is better because its fresher, cooler and hasent been standing around in a little bowl for houers. Its magically changed, refreshed, renewed with every push of the handle. The water stays cooler longer becasue of the porcelain container, and because of the larger surface area of a toilet bowl leads to greater evaporation. And toilets are made of material that doesent alter the taste of the water the way metal or plastic can '''
I wonder if anyone ever send toilet manufactures a thanks you note on behaf of their dogs, as clearly this must be like made for a dog! And wonder if they thought about the 'dont alter taste' bit when constructing em?
I once send a complain mail to a toiletpaper manufacture in Italy, ( Blog -where are the hidden cameras, december 2008) as their emballage was so crap and 54 roles was on my floor and i chase them along with Tess and also being on krytches it was quite annoying...but maybe i should send thank you emails instead to all these amazing tools and grande solutions all over the world instead of complaining.
Need to think about that a bit more.
It also puzzles me why i wake up in my guestroom all the time?
Even when am going to bed perfectley sober, cos going to bed drunk there is a deeper meaning to it as guestroom has a bathroom. But latley i been waking up there and other day i even had brought my duve and 2 pillows with me and i have honestley and for sure no memory of doing this.
And i woke up thinking this is not right, am i even in my home? Now note dear fellow bandits over the world, i dont have habbit waking up in other peoples home so this feeling chocked me a bit and i lay very still trying to figure out things, then i realise, because Tess kind of uses the guestroom bed to nurse and cuddle and also hide her toys, so i found myself sleeping on 2 chewingbones, one fotball, one tennisball, 3 teddy bears and her ultimate favourite, 2 halfliters waterbottles, dont matter how many toys i give her, empty waterbottles are THE ULTIMATE BEST BEST!
So i woke up by a very frustrating annoying dog who of course just desperatley needed the exact TeddyBear that was stuck under my pillow. The look on her face when i told her to BUGG off, for sure gave a new meaning to:
- noooo comprede si si, veeeeeery blond and pretty si si?!?!
Some times she is for sale, she is so so stubborn.
Wonder who thought her that?
AND why cant she keep her toys in the basket i bought for her? And put em BACK! She empty that one upside down several times every day, how come the best TeddyBear are in the bottom, ALL THE TIME? That also puzzles me!
We started to pack (takes long, Tess NOT helpful she thinks we are playing, me put in box, she take out box)and amazing how much things to pack? I mean, ehhh.. i moved here with 2 suitcases, i dont get this. Who left all this stuff here?
Fcking hell was not ME!
A&T
Tuesday, May 12
Friday, May 8
My New Lovley home
Ollrighthy!
Yearly day of massive attention are over and done, and as pretty much expected i dont remember a thing and woke up in the guestroom holding my shoes in my arms :)and bruises everywhere, i so wonder how come one always get bruises?!?!?
And how can body be so so tired of sitting drinking?
Feels like a did a marathon and i dont know much but i know i didnt do THAT!
Thanks everyone for a job well done! Bless ya!
I thought i share some pic of my new castle its really making progress ehhh... am moving in on the 18 th so they got 10 more days, bless em! I am not even worried, i mean come on, its going to be great, who cares if its not great day one or even day 30 of my time there. I hope you see the potential, i did! And still do.
Loverpooooooooooool red! And again.. if you cant see differnece between this red and filthy ugly ManU red, stop reading this blog, told you already other day!
Actually this tiles are one of the most beautiful i seen, but i guess you wont bealive me :) heheh! Come visit!
Yea can do with a cleaning and a candle allright !
My bedroom, Bring beach toys, i make the pinacolada!! Whoooo! Making love on the beach yay yay yay.. its Malta baby!
Yearly day of massive attention are over and done, and as pretty much expected i dont remember a thing and woke up in the guestroom holding my shoes in my arms :)and bruises everywhere, i so wonder how come one always get bruises?!?!?
And how can body be so so tired of sitting drinking?
Feels like a did a marathon and i dont know much but i know i didnt do THAT!
Thanks everyone for a job well done! Bless ya!
I thought i share some pic of my new castle its really making progress ehhh... am moving in on the 18 th so they got 10 more days, bless em! I am not even worried, i mean come on, its going to be great, who cares if its not great day one or even day 30 of my time there. I hope you see the potential, i did! And still do.
Loverpooooooooooool red! And again.. if you cant see differnece between this red and filthy ugly ManU red, stop reading this blog, told you already other day!
Actually this tiles are one of the most beautiful i seen, but i guess you wont bealive me :) heheh! Come visit!
Yea can do with a cleaning and a candle allright !
My bedroom, Bring beach toys, i make the pinacolada!! Whoooo! Making love on the beach yay yay yay.. its Malta baby!
Wednesday, May 6
Yearly attack of massive attention
Oh yea.. time again.. yearly day of massive attention :)
Happy happy happy birthday anna panna!
I got congratz emails from 4 pokerforum and 5 pokersites so far. Feels amazing.
I really feel so so important to them.
Meeting at 11.00
Lunch 13:00
(with Tam and little Gambler,so so adorable with lots of hair :) )
Later on..... Drinks :)
Planing housewarming and birthday bash in my new Casa... date to be confrimed... be ready ALL days ALL houers of the day, i work in the speed of lightning you know lol and not much for long notice planing stuff... CARPE DIEM!
knuser & knus
A&T
Happy happy happy birthday anna panna!
I got congratz emails from 4 pokerforum and 5 pokersites so far. Feels amazing.
I really feel so so important to them.
Meeting at 11.00
Lunch 13:00
(with Tam and little Gambler,so so adorable with lots of hair :) )
Later on..... Drinks :)
Planing housewarming and birthday bash in my new Casa... date to be confrimed... be ready ALL days ALL houers of the day, i work in the speed of lightning you know lol and not much for long notice planing stuff... CARPE DIEM!
knuser & knus
A&T
Tuesday, May 5
Apartment Junkie Detox
Hiya there!
Long time no seen :)
After feeling sick for almost 3 months i finaly found out why, my apartment had a bigger amount of mold, and to cut it short, am moving....
Whoooo... i never really did feel home in this one anyway, its just so much lookalike all the other apartments here, nothing personal at all. So now Me and princess Tess will, thanks to a very stubborn (almost worse them me.. blimey) property agent that insisted showing me an apartment that not at all had what i asked for or in the area i wanted, am now going to move in there. Great!
Well.. just to face it am not 18 anymore in FACT its my birthday coming up soon (weee cant wait to get those random standard email from all poker sites and pokerforums wishing me happy birthday) and am far from being 18 id say! So living in middle of that IBIZAwannabe area would properbly freak me out after a while anyway, and huge BBQ terraces well, who needs that?
Just pack a basket with wine and goodies and go to the beach and do your BBQ, am in love with the sea anyway so why not.
This is a ok quiet street so i can go out and talk to my old people :) yes i know am silly with my old people, maybe cos i dont have a family close and havent for so many years i dunno .... BUT its nice, they have great stories, just that here i cant understand them, but am working on that.
Mr Fisherman and I are doing progress, indeed we are! I cooked for him other day :), i tell you next blog....but he liked it!
Anyway back to the apartment, i was really against even seeing anyone in this area but was pushed/forced/armed twisted/theraten by a gun/knife on my throath, in that direction by the agent Mr Best Best(www.belair-malta.com) that BTW is very good at this, if ever in need of an agent on this island let me know i put you in contact, he is however not the best in parking though (bhaaaaaa) but who cares, its malta, and actually i would actually say one can turn it around and say: he is REEEAAALLY outstanding super skilled in parking as he dont like walking and dont really respect rules, so one gotta see the positive things in all. As per ususal.
Besides he makes me smile so i dont care very much how he parks. Go figures.
Aparantley this apartment would be just soooo soooo me, lol, no he is not gay, even though that remark is giving clues that way. I actually asked him, maybe one cant ask that but, i never do things random, and his own house where so nice so i had to ask if he was gay, quite fair and logic question in MY world, he however took it fairly good :) already understanding he most likley not dealing with a perfect normal someone on this one.
I guess people working with showing other people places to live automatically records ones reactions seeing certain things, and respect for that really, because it was true, indeed it was my home. 100% sure. (well.... he bloody well should knows whats ticks me of after 72 apartments, i think i got the record and BARE in mind good people, in just 7 work days, where's my price???? )
The souls of the place spoke to me, you know me i hear things others dont. Then imagine what i SEEE that others dont... moooohhhaaaaa!
Even though it did not have the things i listed. But it had charm and personality and a hall and NO corridor, and I will also now have one of those maltese balconys... AND ITS RED!
Not filthy dizzy ManU red, but lovley ' never walk alone red' and for all you who says, whats the difference? Please stop reading my blog.
And even better: I will also have a little office and thats nice, maybe i can even get proper work hrs now, not seeing my pc everytime i cant sleep turning around in my bed thinking i can just as well go up and check emails. I will also have the sweetest landcouple, so nice people. Putting my name on the contract took a few hrs and a bottle of wine :) it feels like she is decorating the apartment FOR me. Weird, and i have not even seen it ready, japps you heard right i have only seen it be a construction place full of people running around doing things, but sometimes one just know, and i mean, come one..... you all know am weird anyway so this is not the worst i done. Far from.
Am best best! It be Best best. We are ALL freaking Best best allright!!!!
Right now the bedroom has like 2 ton's of sand on the floor :) Tess would love to keep it am sure but i am in all fairness little sceptical, you know how annoying it gets with sand everyhwere ;) so lets keep my bedroom smoke and sand free....
.....for now! Am not fuzzy, i can compromize if its important.
The furnitures arrived today (5 th) and what i saw was okedoki, yes i was there inspecting haha, but my landlady seems to like it, she said i can come daily and chase the workers for her, they where quite chocked when i informed them am moving in the 18 th :) and said impossible madam, ohh nooo i said and promised drinks if they work hard. In Malta drinks are solution to soooo many things i realised, how come? It puzzles me. Just as it puzzlez me its so many gay people here, or have i just not seen them before? Or they like mold more then other people? And just as it puzzelz me Maltese people cant go outdoors if it rains, its like they get doomed down their chairs. I love rain. I also love sun.
But you get my point, one cant let the weather decide for you!!
It took 72 apartments to analyse before i knew it was right, this one however i saw as nr 58 but heeeeeeyy i turned into an apartment looking junkie in need of her daily fix so one had to slow down nice and easy.
I still feel a bit shakey in need of some property fix now and then so was pretty close on concidering changing my work to be a property agent and get high every houer seeing new places but then i thought twice, because it would mean cant be in my home so much and i am going to be happy there, am sure.
OR.. i just start looking again. ... is that ok Mr Best best Agent? lol.
NOW he defiantley move abroad quickley!!
anyway....
Your all invited to ' laa mariane catrine Loley" Casa, - bring wine :)
knuser & knus
from me to you
My little darlings all over the world!
NB: still cant get how they make my name at europas biggest hospital , Madre Dei, to sound like this: laa mariane catrine Loley"
Long time no seen :)
After feeling sick for almost 3 months i finaly found out why, my apartment had a bigger amount of mold, and to cut it short, am moving....
Whoooo... i never really did feel home in this one anyway, its just so much lookalike all the other apartments here, nothing personal at all. So now Me and princess Tess will, thanks to a very stubborn (almost worse them me.. blimey) property agent that insisted showing me an apartment that not at all had what i asked for or in the area i wanted, am now going to move in there. Great!
Well.. just to face it am not 18 anymore in FACT its my birthday coming up soon (weee cant wait to get those random standard email from all poker sites and pokerforums wishing me happy birthday) and am far from being 18 id say! So living in middle of that IBIZAwannabe area would properbly freak me out after a while anyway, and huge BBQ terraces well, who needs that?
Just pack a basket with wine and goodies and go to the beach and do your BBQ, am in love with the sea anyway so why not.
This is a ok quiet street so i can go out and talk to my old people :) yes i know am silly with my old people, maybe cos i dont have a family close and havent for so many years i dunno .... BUT its nice, they have great stories, just that here i cant understand them, but am working on that.
Mr Fisherman and I are doing progress, indeed we are! I cooked for him other day :), i tell you next blog....but he liked it!
Anyway back to the apartment, i was really against even seeing anyone in this area but was pushed/forced/armed twisted/theraten by a gun/knife on my throath, in that direction by the agent Mr Best Best(www.belair-malta.com) that BTW is very good at this, if ever in need of an agent on this island let me know i put you in contact, he is however not the best in parking though (bhaaaaaa) but who cares, its malta, and actually i would actually say one can turn it around and say: he is REEEAAALLY outstanding super skilled in parking as he dont like walking and dont really respect rules, so one gotta see the positive things in all. As per ususal.
Besides he makes me smile so i dont care very much how he parks. Go figures.
Aparantley this apartment would be just soooo soooo me, lol, no he is not gay, even though that remark is giving clues that way. I actually asked him, maybe one cant ask that but, i never do things random, and his own house where so nice so i had to ask if he was gay, quite fair and logic question in MY world, he however took it fairly good :) already understanding he most likley not dealing with a perfect normal someone on this one.
I guess people working with showing other people places to live automatically records ones reactions seeing certain things, and respect for that really, because it was true, indeed it was my home. 100% sure. (well.... he bloody well should knows whats ticks me of after 72 apartments, i think i got the record and BARE in mind good people, in just 7 work days, where's my price???? )
The souls of the place spoke to me, you know me i hear things others dont. Then imagine what i SEEE that others dont... moooohhhaaaaa!
Even though it did not have the things i listed. But it had charm and personality and a hall and NO corridor, and I will also now have one of those maltese balconys... AND ITS RED!
Not filthy dizzy ManU red, but lovley ' never walk alone red' and for all you who says, whats the difference? Please stop reading my blog.
And even better: I will also have a little office and thats nice, maybe i can even get proper work hrs now, not seeing my pc everytime i cant sleep turning around in my bed thinking i can just as well go up and check emails. I will also have the sweetest landcouple, so nice people. Putting my name on the contract took a few hrs and a bottle of wine :) it feels like she is decorating the apartment FOR me. Weird, and i have not even seen it ready, japps you heard right i have only seen it be a construction place full of people running around doing things, but sometimes one just know, and i mean, come one..... you all know am weird anyway so this is not the worst i done. Far from.
Am best best! It be Best best. We are ALL freaking Best best allright!!!!
Right now the bedroom has like 2 ton's of sand on the floor :) Tess would love to keep it am sure but i am in all fairness little sceptical, you know how annoying it gets with sand everyhwere ;) so lets keep my bedroom smoke and sand free....
.....for now! Am not fuzzy, i can compromize if its important.
The furnitures arrived today (5 th) and what i saw was okedoki, yes i was there inspecting haha, but my landlady seems to like it, she said i can come daily and chase the workers for her, they where quite chocked when i informed them am moving in the 18 th :) and said impossible madam, ohh nooo i said and promised drinks if they work hard. In Malta drinks are solution to soooo many things i realised, how come? It puzzles me. Just as it puzzlez me its so many gay people here, or have i just not seen them before? Or they like mold more then other people? And just as it puzzelz me Maltese people cant go outdoors if it rains, its like they get doomed down their chairs. I love rain. I also love sun.
But you get my point, one cant let the weather decide for you!!
It took 72 apartments to analyse before i knew it was right, this one however i saw as nr 58 but heeeeeeyy i turned into an apartment looking junkie in need of her daily fix so one had to slow down nice and easy.
I still feel a bit shakey in need of some property fix now and then so was pretty close on concidering changing my work to be a property agent and get high every houer seeing new places but then i thought twice, because it would mean cant be in my home so much and i am going to be happy there, am sure.
OR.. i just start looking again. ... is that ok Mr Best best Agent? lol.
NOW he defiantley move abroad quickley!!
anyway....
Your all invited to ' laa mariane catrine Loley" Casa, - bring wine :)
knuser & knus
from me to you
My little darlings all over the world!
NB: still cant get how they make my name at europas biggest hospital , Madre Dei, to sound like this: laa mariane catrine Loley"
Friday, April 24
I admitt, thats first step!
ah well
Am admitting.
I got a problem.
Thats first step right?
Am an apartment looking junkie.
I cant get enough!
Saw nr 61 today, since last thursday.
Its so bloody hard, if one can pick something from each, and the best one is in Sliema, where i dont wanna live
ohh my.... you think it helps getting wasted? I mean maybe i will have some outside body vision extraterestial life experience.... its worth a try right?
arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Am admitting.
I got a problem.
Thats first step right?
Am an apartment looking junkie.
I cant get enough!
Saw nr 61 today, since last thursday.
Its so bloody hard, if one can pick something from each, and the best one is in Sliema, where i dont wanna live
ohh my.... you think it helps getting wasted? I mean maybe i will have some outside body vision extraterestial life experience.... its worth a try right?
arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Monday, April 13
Why go out if your not ready to F*ck ?
Easter 2009
Yes now its over, thank god! Not that i dont like yellow and fethers and egg and chickens, its allright, its just so weird we need a lot of hollidays i mean, i work everyday anyway, only differences these hollidays do to my poor soul is more alkohol.
Am just home now, started out to be THE most boring eveing in PV ever, i couldnt even manage to steam some hooligans up for kick boxing telling them how much i dear and deepley hated ManU, when not even THAT work, then one know its hard. BUT then something weird happened...and it started already saturday....:
I had a kind of weird conversations saturday at Native.
And its weird, because this started out to be somone i really didnt like, but he was very stubborn and in end it turned out to be someone i KNEW, small world!
Him: you want a drink?
Me: No, thx.
Him: come one, pls just one.
Me: no am ok, thx.
I continue rocking things with my girls.
Him: So whats your name?
I try my best to ignore, its hard, he is very stubborn, you know its the wolf houer, where everyone who havent got lucky are desperate and just step up a noch or two to sort it.
Him: whats your name?
Me: its Ester
Him: Esh? what?
lol
Me: Ester as in easter.
Him: ok whatever, you live alone?
I dont answer that one, none of his buisness cos he NEVER going to see my place anyway. (even though he actually looked allright, selfsure and hooligan kind of type, didnt smell of puke and seemed to be in legal age so lots of important boxes ticked but nope)
I gotta give it to him either he is very depserate or he is just determend to win this one...anyway...
Him: Easter Girl, come one.
Me: what?
Him: we both know this is bullshit talking, lets just go home, am tired
( actually this CAN work on me, i kind of like a man that is straight forward, but if am not interested its going to be a world war 3 before he gets lucky)
Me: Good luck.
Him: nooo dont be like that, why you go out then?
Me: am gay, am here with my girls
Here he seem to think a bit, like taking the information in, and well am not gay but i think you know that. However he kind of decided that this information was not of that big importance for his mission so he keep on:
Him: no fu*king way you are, then God is a fu*king mental case (english people swear a lot, i think)
Me: no he just had a ruff day making me, couldnt make his mind up.
Him: but they dont dance like that, i been watching. And they dont really have sparkling eyes. (ehhh woot? is he joking with me? noone says these things, seriously noone....its year 2009)
Me: give up, its not going to happen.
Him: bitch.
Me: Excuse me?
Him: bitch
Me: soooo just cos i dont want to do YOU a complete stranger am a bitch?
Him: yes. WHY go out then if your not ready to fu*k?
Me: ehhhhhh, what a idiotic thing to say
Him; bitch.
He is kind of starting to make me angry now, i know i should just ignore and walk away, but for some reason i cant and we end up argueing, angry, loud and silly, so phatetic, i throw my drink on his face tell him to **** off and left. But that was good, the girls and i moved on to shadows where i run into the CL boys, nice but i didnt stay very long, we do a better party like a rock star next
THEN tonight, after trying to whine those Man U fans up i turn around and who is there if not that annoying person, seriously NOT funny. Just my luck.
Him: ohh angry green eye girl with funny name ( he was aparantley not THAT drunk as i thought, if one can remember someones eye colour one arnt)
Me: you deserved it
Him: so they say all the time
Me: good
Him: you want a drink?
lol
Me: ohhh no, here we go again. NO THANKS!
Him: no no i never try to get you home ever again, i swear but cant we just have a drink?
Me: but why? As am not ready to do what you want this is quite time wasting right?
Him: no am curious, girls are normaly not like this
Me: am not really a girl, i think woman is more accurat
Him: i think your weird and funny
Me: i think your stupid, and that shirt is ugly and you should shave better
Him : i know, i dont like it either, but noone ever told me its ugly. Is it really UGLY? And if i know i meet you again i shave
Me: ok good for you, i dont really care.
Him: of course you do, you want me.
Me: no i dont
Him: your funny. Lets go, i get a taxi.
Me: so you still think you can make it?
Him: yes
Me: Your waisting your time, if you wanna get laid, go harress someone else
But now i actually starting to think he is a bit funny, but i cant really give up my mascho no no attitude now allright, thats weak.
Him: i have no problem getting laid. But they are just pretty little girls without cloths, not what i need
Me: well if you want to find wife material this is not the best place.
Him: can you do scrambled egg or omelett? I prefer that in morning. And bacon.
Me: of course i can, but i wont.
Him: come on, please?
Me: will you leave me alone if i have one drink.
Him: if i say yes i lie and thats not a good way starting something.
Me: lol
Him: only poker players actually SAYS l.o.l
Me: ok well am damaged then.
Him : so what, so you play online?
He IS little funny, so yeaaaaaa i agree to a drink, i mean what harm can one drink do!!!
Now... am not good in having one drink so we have quite a few and actually having fun, he is from London here on buiness combined with some days vaccation and seem to be quite ok actually, imean with brain, not as i first thought, plain idiot.
THEN ...Its so so weird. it turns out we played eachother so so many times both on Boss and on cryptologic where i played a lot 1-2 years ago, he tells me his nick and i reqocnise it straight, i tell him if he ever remember playing ********* ( i dont wanna put my nick out, sorry) He remembers, both that nick and 2 other nicks, so so sick. Even remember what i used to say to him around the tables, hahaha i can be quite rude sorry. World is really small.
Or maybe its just Malta being small.
Sooo.. what started out with me throwing a drink in his face, yea sorry am a bit impulsive i know, ended up quite ok anyway. He be playing EPT San Remo next week and as i might go over anyway we decided he can treat another drink.... or two.
He walked me to Wembleys, sorted a taxi out for me, opened the door lol
(WHO does that? ITS year 2009 .. still...)
Him: sleep well green eye big bump girl
Me: thx retard with ugly shirt
We kind of sliped into the online talking, like around tables, it dont mean anything to me said like that, just funny, but the taxi driver looked a bit suprised, but its Malta i guess they heard and seen it all.
Him: if you want me to join you just say it, but you have to SAY it.
Me: i will never say it
Him: so then it will never happen
Me: no, unless you give me many drinks, then it might
Him: ok thx for the advice
Me: your welcome.
And now am home, so silly this evening turned out, but as the very nice chicka bella i am i decided to fix him some breakfast
I know his name and i assumed he stayed either on Hilton or Continental as he didnt needed a taxi and i know the stakes he play, so it gotta be one of those two. So i phoned the recepitions, found him, i can be very stubborn so they told me, and then i order breakfast for him to his room 08 a clock, scrambled egg and bacon. They charge my card. It was not cheap, and if he dont get its me, he is daft and dont deserve it anyway.
Am silly
and tomoprrow when sobering up i probarbly most likley erase this blog
night
Yes now its over, thank god! Not that i dont like yellow and fethers and egg and chickens, its allright, its just so weird we need a lot of hollidays i mean, i work everyday anyway, only differences these hollidays do to my poor soul is more alkohol.
Am just home now, started out to be THE most boring eveing in PV ever, i couldnt even manage to steam some hooligans up for kick boxing telling them how much i dear and deepley hated ManU, when not even THAT work, then one know its hard. BUT then something weird happened...and it started already saturday....:
I had a kind of weird conversations saturday at Native.
And its weird, because this started out to be somone i really didnt like, but he was very stubborn and in end it turned out to be someone i KNEW, small world!
Him: you want a drink?
Me: No, thx.
Him: come one, pls just one.
Me: no am ok, thx.
I continue rocking things with my girls.
Him: So whats your name?
I try my best to ignore, its hard, he is very stubborn, you know its the wolf houer, where everyone who havent got lucky are desperate and just step up a noch or two to sort it.
Him: whats your name?
Me: its Ester
Him: Esh? what?
lol
Me: Ester as in easter.
Him: ok whatever, you live alone?
I dont answer that one, none of his buisness cos he NEVER going to see my place anyway. (even though he actually looked allright, selfsure and hooligan kind of type, didnt smell of puke and seemed to be in legal age so lots of important boxes ticked but nope)
I gotta give it to him either he is very depserate or he is just determend to win this one...anyway...
Him: Easter Girl, come one.
Me: what?
Him: we both know this is bullshit talking, lets just go home, am tired
( actually this CAN work on me, i kind of like a man that is straight forward, but if am not interested its going to be a world war 3 before he gets lucky)
Me: Good luck.
Him: nooo dont be like that, why you go out then?
Me: am gay, am here with my girls
Here he seem to think a bit, like taking the information in, and well am not gay but i think you know that. However he kind of decided that this information was not of that big importance for his mission so he keep on:
Him: no fu*king way you are, then God is a fu*king mental case (english people swear a lot, i think)
Me: no he just had a ruff day making me, couldnt make his mind up.
Him: but they dont dance like that, i been watching. And they dont really have sparkling eyes. (ehhh woot? is he joking with me? noone says these things, seriously noone....its year 2009)
Me: give up, its not going to happen.
Him: bitch.
Me: Excuse me?
Him: bitch
Me: soooo just cos i dont want to do YOU a complete stranger am a bitch?
Him: yes. WHY go out then if your not ready to fu*k?
Me: ehhhhhh, what a idiotic thing to say
Him; bitch.
He is kind of starting to make me angry now, i know i should just ignore and walk away, but for some reason i cant and we end up argueing, angry, loud and silly, so phatetic, i throw my drink on his face tell him to **** off and left. But that was good, the girls and i moved on to shadows where i run into the CL boys, nice but i didnt stay very long, we do a better party like a rock star next
THEN tonight, after trying to whine those Man U fans up i turn around and who is there if not that annoying person, seriously NOT funny. Just my luck.
Him: ohh angry green eye girl with funny name ( he was aparantley not THAT drunk as i thought, if one can remember someones eye colour one arnt)
Me: you deserved it
Him: so they say all the time
Me: good
Him: you want a drink?
lol
Me: ohhh no, here we go again. NO THANKS!
Him: no no i never try to get you home ever again, i swear but cant we just have a drink?
Me: but why? As am not ready to do what you want this is quite time wasting right?
Him: no am curious, girls are normaly not like this
Me: am not really a girl, i think woman is more accurat
Him: i think your weird and funny
Me: i think your stupid, and that shirt is ugly and you should shave better
Him : i know, i dont like it either, but noone ever told me its ugly. Is it really UGLY? And if i know i meet you again i shave
Me: ok good for you, i dont really care.
Him: of course you do, you want me.
Me: no i dont
Him: your funny. Lets go, i get a taxi.
Me: so you still think you can make it?
Him: yes
Me: Your waisting your time, if you wanna get laid, go harress someone else
But now i actually starting to think he is a bit funny, but i cant really give up my mascho no no attitude now allright, thats weak.
Him: i have no problem getting laid. But they are just pretty little girls without cloths, not what i need
Me: well if you want to find wife material this is not the best place.
Him: can you do scrambled egg or omelett? I prefer that in morning. And bacon.
Me: of course i can, but i wont.
Him: come on, please?
Me: will you leave me alone if i have one drink.
Him: if i say yes i lie and thats not a good way starting something.
Me: lol
Him: only poker players actually SAYS l.o.l
Me: ok well am damaged then.
Him : so what, so you play online?
He IS little funny, so yeaaaaaa i agree to a drink, i mean what harm can one drink do!!!
Now... am not good in having one drink so we have quite a few and actually having fun, he is from London here on buiness combined with some days vaccation and seem to be quite ok actually, imean with brain, not as i first thought, plain idiot.
THEN ...Its so so weird. it turns out we played eachother so so many times both on Boss and on cryptologic where i played a lot 1-2 years ago, he tells me his nick and i reqocnise it straight, i tell him if he ever remember playing ********* ( i dont wanna put my nick out, sorry) He remembers, both that nick and 2 other nicks, so so sick. Even remember what i used to say to him around the tables, hahaha i can be quite rude sorry. World is really small.
Or maybe its just Malta being small.
Sooo.. what started out with me throwing a drink in his face, yea sorry am a bit impulsive i know, ended up quite ok anyway. He be playing EPT San Remo next week and as i might go over anyway we decided he can treat another drink.... or two.
He walked me to Wembleys, sorted a taxi out for me, opened the door lol
(WHO does that? ITS year 2009 .. still...)
Him: sleep well green eye big bump girl
Me: thx retard with ugly shirt
We kind of sliped into the online talking, like around tables, it dont mean anything to me said like that, just funny, but the taxi driver looked a bit suprised, but its Malta i guess they heard and seen it all.
Him: if you want me to join you just say it, but you have to SAY it.
Me: i will never say it
Him: so then it will never happen
Me: no, unless you give me many drinks, then it might
Him: ok thx for the advice
Me: your welcome.
And now am home, so silly this evening turned out, but as the very nice chicka bella i am i decided to fix him some breakfast
I know his name and i assumed he stayed either on Hilton or Continental as he didnt needed a taxi and i know the stakes he play, so it gotta be one of those two. So i phoned the recepitions, found him, i can be very stubborn so they told me, and then i order breakfast for him to his room 08 a clock, scrambled egg and bacon. They charge my card. It was not cheap, and if he dont get its me, he is daft and dont deserve it anyway.
Am silly
and tomoprrow when sobering up i probarbly most likley erase this blog
night
Sunday, April 5
Getting even! Fair and square!
Its been one of those crazy weeks, and as always when being somewhere i make imposible schedules, and run around fitting all in. But i like stress, organized chasos makes me happy. Proparbly cos i feel important solving it :)
I love the kind of job i have, am very blessed, i work with something that interests me and also sort of my hobby. Thats very fortuned. I know.
And am greatful - for sure.
Friday was set aside to travel to the town where i lived several years, and when moving to copenhagen june last year i stored all my life (lol) and stuff into my storage room belonging to the apartment, i rented the place out to a sweet little girl with big brown eyes and said: hasta las vista baby!
When moving to Malta in november i let her have the contract of the apartment, i got no plan ever in this lifetime live in that city again. My ex live there still.
Seperation was like 100 yers ago so its ok, imean WTF it happens, people move on and life is there to live, and i have not said a bad word about him, even though i surley could allright, and my friends and family where swearing over him, i just think liek this: we had some awsome years aswell, so if i start to talk bad about it, then those years get dirty too, and i dont want that. Things happen for a reason. And i leared so so much going trough it, and its up to each and everyone to create ones happiness, cant expect on others to do that for you and remember: Happiness isnt a place its a journey! Fuck am such sentimental bitch! Grow up!
HE anyway, lived in this apartment with me for 4 years and he hasent even put one hr in helping me emptying it down to the seller so now he just had to, and actually we last 6-7 months been on speakable terms even had fun and joking, so all good, i thought!. This town is 2 hrs with train from copenhagen so up early. finaly there and rented car, trailer to move all this shit to a leased storage room where noone can tell me with 2 days notice move your stuff, wich the pretty brown eyed girl did a weeka go.
Ex came, he said hi, moved 5 boxes and left. lol. Yepps! (puke)
Now it all came very clear to me again, THANK GOD, as he plan to come to Malta and visit me, now i really can say NO, why we are not WE anymore! Besides all lies and betrayls, he is still a selfish, lazy bastard. Why he had to leave?
Someone dying? Emergency? Nooooooo: TRAINING!!
Arghhh.. serioulsy, i live in Malta, i come home, i got ONE day to do this! I know, he is an elite athlete and need to train 3 times a day, I KNOW, our whole life was about that. But COME ON!!! I really dont like lazy people, and he is lazy with everything exept his training, i dont expect people to work 18 hrs a day as i do but arghhhh.. i dont often ask for help, this time i did. So am left there its even lots of furnish i cant move it my self, impossible. But i sorted it. Out of pure anger.
A girl in the house that i know since long came by seeing me, and i said hey dont you need anything (lol) she asked me if i joke. I said nope, take whatever you want need i cant care less. So she took a whole serie of bookshelfs with glasdoors and about 1000 books , i had a whole big wall with books. I also had about 200 books from late 1800 in leather that i been running around in old shops finding one now and one then so i got a whole serie, i had it valued some yers back and it was worth so much so i even upgraded my home incurence, so i gave her thoose too.
I said: listen, Am in love with these books, i been collecting them in small shops all over sweden for several years every town i come to i look in small antique shops, they mean something to me, they are so so beautiful peaces please dont burn them, take them and sell them and travel, and please have a shitload of drinks (lol) and send me a post card.
She promsied she will send me a postcard, so thats nice, thanks! (puke)
Whe done, Its an understatment to say i was totaly exhousted and pain in muscels i didnt even know i had, or can fat also have pain?
Ex texted and called 12 times wanting to know i was ok and sorry sorry sorry sorry, i of course didnt pick up just deleted his fu**ing messages! Word dont count, what you do counts! HE of all people know i cant do these things, some days i cant even open a bottle myself, thats what arthorithis does to you. And he knows.
Well, bye bye Mr super mega elite 3 times Olympic Games participation MASTER.
Your erased! You proofed your self once again. (puke)
Soo.. around 16:20 the travelcompany decided to bless my wonderful day with a phonecall informing me the flight i booked to get home to Malta has been canceled.
I never heard that, delayed but totaly cancelled and 24 hrs ahead? Well, not my problem i told them, just sort it. She says no we have right to do this 24 hrs before take off. And she actually did call 24 hrs and 10 minutes before take off NH GG WP, i gave her a very sincer compliment knowing the company rules so so well and told her that it really must makes her feel superior (puke) then i hang up.
Cant be bothered, i fly home another day then FFS!
She phoned back in 10 min and had fixed it, but next problem is, they cant take swedish or malta card, so the flight was paid by a colleque in denmark earlier that morning, just to be able to get the ticket. I have a danish card as well, but no money on it since i dont use it . And now she really chocked me, (concidering how rude i was earlier to her, but i was really feed up on this day so she got for it) she said: no its ok, give us a ring next week and you can pay the difference then. -, what? Weird. Because its not a compnay we use all time for travel its just one of those online companies.
So finaly in my hotel in copenhagen, longing for a hot long bath and a glas of wine. I beliave i deserved it. I turn on the water and go and check my emails i only had over 100 being away a day, sick. Then i get lost in some conversation, and suddley i noticed it sounds weird from the bathroom and FUCK yes my bath! Arghhh...
And this room is a suite, as we had meetings we needed space. I dunno how to explain but the bathroom has a step down about 15 cm ....... and yepps.. water all the ways up to the step! And HOW can one build a bathroom with out any place for water to get away?? There isnt any!!! My god. So dressed only in a bathrobe am trying to get my way to the bath tube to atleast close the tap. Yea sure.
Why i think this would be ok i dont know, nothing else this day been ok. I slip. Hit my head, manage to not fall but it costed me a trip into the zink, so i got noseblood. This is not funny Martin, stop laughing! Yes iknow you! your laughing now!
I start my swearing,am really good at that, took same one as i have in store when my AA get cracked, its not nice, i can assure you all that. I find some ice for my forehead and then while in middle of all this, it knocks on my door. And i know who it is and what he want, and if i dont open he just go in! He done that for 2 days now. Its the water man. Yepps .. seeeeee people living in suits get lot of important revolving life changing bennefits, one of them are the water man.
Every day 20.30 ish, he comes around to give you an extra bottle of water (HOW silly is that, if i badly want a bottle of water and the minibar dont have water i drink something else OR CALL room service or?) i just dont get this.
And he knock again. ARghhh..
So i stumble out, nosebleeding and the white bathrobe looking like i killed someone, bloody and all wet and holding a towel with some ice on my head. To be honest, am not in my most frindley mood. Actually, in all fairness am quite irritated. And am still swearing. Very foul words. I open the door, and i have to give him some credit actually, he didnt even blinc, (lol) he just said in that very special english accent people from India got:
-god evening madam, your water is here.
(here, HERE, like i was sitting waiting for it, jesus christ)
I said: THANKS!!!
I dont need more water, i got the whole freaking bathroom full!
I somehow got to remove the water from the bathroom it cant be like this, but how? Am not going to crawl around here on my knees after a day like this with a coffe cup pouring it into the zink!
I take as much as i can away. Used all towels there where, even those extra ones in wardrobe. And then i crack the genious idea ( sometimes am suprised myself how smart i am) to use the floor heating, the bathroom got floor heating, of course, people living in suits cant be expected to step their precious feets on cold floors while stumbling out there in the morning so, great! I turn it up on full speed, take my shower, go ut, close the door and say night night bathroom.
Then i jumped into bed with Mr Laptop a very faithful and trustworthy partner, had a few glases of wine, played few tables of poker, did some amazing sick suck outs that made me fel so so soooooooooooo great, and told them : Ty most appreciated. They hate that.
I woke up saturday morning with lap in my arms (lol) i really love him so so much.
So left to say about this trip is just: am prepearing for next one Mr Jinx Master so you gotta be very good next time, cos am getting even, fair and square.
cheers!
/panna
NB: sickest thing is - there is probably not one thing in that storage room i would ever miss or want again, exept those books. Carpe Diem!
I love the kind of job i have, am very blessed, i work with something that interests me and also sort of my hobby. Thats very fortuned. I know.
And am greatful - for sure.
Friday was set aside to travel to the town where i lived several years, and when moving to copenhagen june last year i stored all my life (lol) and stuff into my storage room belonging to the apartment, i rented the place out to a sweet little girl with big brown eyes and said: hasta las vista baby!
When moving to Malta in november i let her have the contract of the apartment, i got no plan ever in this lifetime live in that city again. My ex live there still.
Seperation was like 100 yers ago so its ok, imean WTF it happens, people move on and life is there to live, and i have not said a bad word about him, even though i surley could allright, and my friends and family where swearing over him, i just think liek this: we had some awsome years aswell, so if i start to talk bad about it, then those years get dirty too, and i dont want that. Things happen for a reason. And i leared so so much going trough it, and its up to each and everyone to create ones happiness, cant expect on others to do that for you and remember: Happiness isnt a place its a journey! Fuck am such sentimental bitch! Grow up!
HE anyway, lived in this apartment with me for 4 years and he hasent even put one hr in helping me emptying it down to the seller so now he just had to, and actually we last 6-7 months been on speakable terms even had fun and joking, so all good, i thought!. This town is 2 hrs with train from copenhagen so up early. finaly there and rented car, trailer to move all this shit to a leased storage room where noone can tell me with 2 days notice move your stuff, wich the pretty brown eyed girl did a weeka go.
Ex came, he said hi, moved 5 boxes and left. lol. Yepps! (puke)
Now it all came very clear to me again, THANK GOD, as he plan to come to Malta and visit me, now i really can say NO, why we are not WE anymore! Besides all lies and betrayls, he is still a selfish, lazy bastard. Why he had to leave?
Someone dying? Emergency? Nooooooo: TRAINING!!
Arghhh.. serioulsy, i live in Malta, i come home, i got ONE day to do this! I know, he is an elite athlete and need to train 3 times a day, I KNOW, our whole life was about that. But COME ON!!! I really dont like lazy people, and he is lazy with everything exept his training, i dont expect people to work 18 hrs a day as i do but arghhhh.. i dont often ask for help, this time i did. So am left there its even lots of furnish i cant move it my self, impossible. But i sorted it. Out of pure anger.
A girl in the house that i know since long came by seeing me, and i said hey dont you need anything (lol) she asked me if i joke. I said nope, take whatever you want need i cant care less. So she took a whole serie of bookshelfs with glasdoors and about 1000 books , i had a whole big wall with books. I also had about 200 books from late 1800 in leather that i been running around in old shops finding one now and one then so i got a whole serie, i had it valued some yers back and it was worth so much so i even upgraded my home incurence, so i gave her thoose too.
I said: listen, Am in love with these books, i been collecting them in small shops all over sweden for several years every town i come to i look in small antique shops, they mean something to me, they are so so beautiful peaces please dont burn them, take them and sell them and travel, and please have a shitload of drinks (lol) and send me a post card.
She promsied she will send me a postcard, so thats nice, thanks! (puke)
Whe done, Its an understatment to say i was totaly exhousted and pain in muscels i didnt even know i had, or can fat also have pain?
Ex texted and called 12 times wanting to know i was ok and sorry sorry sorry sorry, i of course didnt pick up just deleted his fu**ing messages! Word dont count, what you do counts! HE of all people know i cant do these things, some days i cant even open a bottle myself, thats what arthorithis does to you. And he knows.
Well, bye bye Mr super mega elite 3 times Olympic Games participation MASTER.
Your erased! You proofed your self once again. (puke)
Soo.. around 16:20 the travelcompany decided to bless my wonderful day with a phonecall informing me the flight i booked to get home to Malta has been canceled.
I never heard that, delayed but totaly cancelled and 24 hrs ahead? Well, not my problem i told them, just sort it. She says no we have right to do this 24 hrs before take off. And she actually did call 24 hrs and 10 minutes before take off NH GG WP, i gave her a very sincer compliment knowing the company rules so so well and told her that it really must makes her feel superior (puke) then i hang up.
Cant be bothered, i fly home another day then FFS!
She phoned back in 10 min and had fixed it, but next problem is, they cant take swedish or malta card, so the flight was paid by a colleque in denmark earlier that morning, just to be able to get the ticket. I have a danish card as well, but no money on it since i dont use it . And now she really chocked me, (concidering how rude i was earlier to her, but i was really feed up on this day so she got for it) she said: no its ok, give us a ring next week and you can pay the difference then. -, what? Weird. Because its not a compnay we use all time for travel its just one of those online companies.
So finaly in my hotel in copenhagen, longing for a hot long bath and a glas of wine. I beliave i deserved it. I turn on the water and go and check my emails i only had over 100 being away a day, sick. Then i get lost in some conversation, and suddley i noticed it sounds weird from the bathroom and FUCK yes my bath! Arghhh...
And this room is a suite, as we had meetings we needed space. I dunno how to explain but the bathroom has a step down about 15 cm ....... and yepps.. water all the ways up to the step! And HOW can one build a bathroom with out any place for water to get away?? There isnt any!!! My god. So dressed only in a bathrobe am trying to get my way to the bath tube to atleast close the tap. Yea sure.
Why i think this would be ok i dont know, nothing else this day been ok. I slip. Hit my head, manage to not fall but it costed me a trip into the zink, so i got noseblood. This is not funny Martin, stop laughing! Yes iknow you! your laughing now!
I start my swearing,am really good at that, took same one as i have in store when my AA get cracked, its not nice, i can assure you all that. I find some ice for my forehead and then while in middle of all this, it knocks on my door. And i know who it is and what he want, and if i dont open he just go in! He done that for 2 days now. Its the water man. Yepps .. seeeeee people living in suits get lot of important revolving life changing bennefits, one of them are the water man.
Every day 20.30 ish, he comes around to give you an extra bottle of water (HOW silly is that, if i badly want a bottle of water and the minibar dont have water i drink something else OR CALL room service or?) i just dont get this.
And he knock again. ARghhh..
So i stumble out, nosebleeding and the white bathrobe looking like i killed someone, bloody and all wet and holding a towel with some ice on my head. To be honest, am not in my most frindley mood. Actually, in all fairness am quite irritated. And am still swearing. Very foul words. I open the door, and i have to give him some credit actually, he didnt even blinc, (lol) he just said in that very special english accent people from India got:
-god evening madam, your water is here.
(here, HERE, like i was sitting waiting for it, jesus christ)
I said: THANKS!!!
I dont need more water, i got the whole freaking bathroom full!
I somehow got to remove the water from the bathroom it cant be like this, but how? Am not going to crawl around here on my knees after a day like this with a coffe cup pouring it into the zink!
I take as much as i can away. Used all towels there where, even those extra ones in wardrobe. And then i crack the genious idea ( sometimes am suprised myself how smart i am) to use the floor heating, the bathroom got floor heating, of course, people living in suits cant be expected to step their precious feets on cold floors while stumbling out there in the morning so, great! I turn it up on full speed, take my shower, go ut, close the door and say night night bathroom.
Then i jumped into bed with Mr Laptop a very faithful and trustworthy partner, had a few glases of wine, played few tables of poker, did some amazing sick suck outs that made me fel so so soooooooooooo great, and told them : Ty most appreciated. They hate that.
I woke up saturday morning with lap in my arms (lol) i really love him so so much.
So left to say about this trip is just: am prepearing for next one Mr Jinx Master so you gotta be very good next time, cos am getting even, fair and square.
cheers!
/panna
NB: sickest thing is - there is probably not one thing in that storage room i would ever miss or want again, exept those books. Carpe Diem!
Thursday, April 2
Playboy mansion - i got a question
Well….. This has absolutely nothing to do with poker :-)\ but am a bit puzzled!
This program Playboy Mansion, where the camera follow these three stunning beautiful girls on their hard days (lol) at the Hugh Heffner Mr Playboy Mansion.
Am really confused.
Well... I took early night yesterday was tempted to go to casino and do their 20 euro rebuy, thats how bored i was even, but ended up bed to watch TV and got stucked in this program to start with.
BTW, does people in Malta don’t have TV in their bedroom?
The guy installing the cable connection in my bedroom back in November was very doubtful to it, he asked me 3 times
– Madam, (WTF lay of this madam shit now) you want TV in bedroom as well as living room?
He was very veeeery cute and was some sort of deep sea or if it was skydiver, lived up in north, had a Swedish friend visiting day after to do diving (why do people tell me all sort of things?? Happens all the time, I did NOT ask)
Ahh well as he being so cute I figure he deserves an answer else I simply ignore those questions, as in all fairness it’s not his business. But I told him, yes I need TV bedroom I watch a lot of movies late at night. AND then I stir him straight in his sweet little innocent eyes with a slight of tinkle in corner of left eye (lol so funny to see his reaction)
He said: oh.. and BLUSHED!!! Hahaha he thought I watch adult movies,,, well I got the big Cable packet and so far have not been able to stumble over something even close to that so not likely. But then he actually regain senses pretty quick, he gotta have credit for that, and said: well then Madam ( arghhhhhhhh,, pls) I better get to work then, and he blinked!! Haha… I said
- yepps get right on it!
We actually ended up drinking coffee after he was done so I don’t believe I scared him too much. Even though am pretty sure he tells his work mates, there is a nuts MADAM (this gotta stop, I hate being called madam) living on nr 32. Pretty standard, heard the nuts part before, it’s ok, I don’t care, not much anyway :P
OK, back to Mr Hugh Heffner and the blondies without brains, am not sure why I started to watch this crap but when living in Copenhagen it was on so many channels so one couldn’t avoid it and TV is always on when grinding the tables so for some reason I got stuck in it. But am really reaaaaally confused. Honestley.
First of all WHAT is it with this old man walking around in a bathrobe all days????
-WHY CANT HE GET DRESSED?
Second of all, how does it WORKS, I mean, they are all his girlfriends, right?
And one of them Holly is like first lady of the house. I get that part.
Hmmm well.. Do they all **** him?
Sorry but I don’t get that part?
And do they take turns sleeping his bed then or, I mean the bed is huge sometimes they lay there all 4 watching a movie ordering room service but:
-is it the first lady who sleeps there at night?
And if he wants to attend the other two, does she leave then or does he visit their rooms?
Well, every time I see this program in the background I wonder these things *shaking my head*
But what is it with this man in this bathrobe?
Anyone get it?
This program Playboy Mansion, where the camera follow these three stunning beautiful girls on their hard days (lol) at the Hugh Heffner Mr Playboy Mansion.
Am really confused.
Well... I took early night yesterday was tempted to go to casino and do their 20 euro rebuy, thats how bored i was even, but ended up bed to watch TV and got stucked in this program to start with.
BTW, does people in Malta don’t have TV in their bedroom?
The guy installing the cable connection in my bedroom back in November was very doubtful to it, he asked me 3 times
– Madam, (WTF lay of this madam shit now) you want TV in bedroom as well as living room?
He was very veeeery cute and was some sort of deep sea or if it was skydiver, lived up in north, had a Swedish friend visiting day after to do diving (why do people tell me all sort of things?? Happens all the time, I did NOT ask)
Ahh well as he being so cute I figure he deserves an answer else I simply ignore those questions, as in all fairness it’s not his business. But I told him, yes I need TV bedroom I watch a lot of movies late at night. AND then I stir him straight in his sweet little innocent eyes with a slight of tinkle in corner of left eye (lol so funny to see his reaction)
He said: oh.. and BLUSHED!!! Hahaha he thought I watch adult movies,,, well I got the big Cable packet and so far have not been able to stumble over something even close to that so not likely. But then he actually regain senses pretty quick, he gotta have credit for that, and said: well then Madam ( arghhhhhhhh,, pls) I better get to work then, and he blinked!! Haha… I said
- yepps get right on it!
We actually ended up drinking coffee after he was done so I don’t believe I scared him too much. Even though am pretty sure he tells his work mates, there is a nuts MADAM (this gotta stop, I hate being called madam) living on nr 32. Pretty standard, heard the nuts part before, it’s ok, I don’t care, not much anyway :P
OK, back to Mr Hugh Heffner and the blondies without brains, am not sure why I started to watch this crap but when living in Copenhagen it was on so many channels so one couldn’t avoid it and TV is always on when grinding the tables so for some reason I got stuck in it. But am really reaaaaally confused. Honestley.
First of all WHAT is it with this old man walking around in a bathrobe all days????
-WHY CANT HE GET DRESSED?
Second of all, how does it WORKS, I mean, they are all his girlfriends, right?
And one of them Holly is like first lady of the house. I get that part.
Hmmm well.. Do they all **** him?
Sorry but I don’t get that part?
And do they take turns sleeping his bed then or, I mean the bed is huge sometimes they lay there all 4 watching a movie ordering room service but:
-is it the first lady who sleeps there at night?
And if he wants to attend the other two, does she leave then or does he visit their rooms?
Well, every time I see this program in the background I wonder these things *shaking my head*
But what is it with this man in this bathrobe?
Anyone get it?
Tuesday, March 24
25 things about me
My friend Lina ( “pokerskribent” of the year in Sweden) send me 25 notes about herself and urge me to do so too, it’s supposed to be 25 random things, facts, habits, or goals about you.
Things that most people right now in your life don’t know about you.
So here we go:
1. I moved out from home when I was 17 years old, to school far away, never moved back after that.
2. I used to work for the Swedish government before working with poker
3. I got a university degree in agriculture management and economics
4. I played some sort of cards or boardgames my entire life; in my family we did that to socialize so not my fault I need my daily fix of poker
5. I am a good chef but hate to cook for one person. Homemade Lasagna anyone?
6. I used to play volleyball on little higher level (a lifetime since though)
7. I dont sleep much and love to work, longest I worked in row without sleep is 72 hrs
8. I have never had a one night stand (well once so don’t think it count)
9. I milked more cows then any of you lived days
10. I love airports
11. I have written a child books series of 4 books
12. I hate christmas but love to buy presents to people
13. I lived in Africa for 4 yrs (winters)
14. I hate lies incredible much and am often too straigth forward
15. I have once asked Robbie Williams for his last name when he gave me his phone number. (note this was in the peak of his carrier, lol)
16. I Love old peoples stories
17. I am good at drink lists :)
18. I cant ever live far from sea, good i live on a rock in the Sea then!
19. I've seen all episodes of 24, season 1, 2, 3 and 4, almost in a row
20. I once lost 50 kilos in weight during 6 months period, on purpose and won a bet.
21. I believe in God or destiny maybe better to say
22. I sold my last horse 5 yrs ago
23. I once held a total stranger in my arms until she died
24. In a relationship I think respect is THE most important thing, the rest one can work out if only there are respect
25. I love falling asleep by someone writing words on my back
Things that most people right now in your life don’t know about you.
So here we go:
1. I moved out from home when I was 17 years old, to school far away, never moved back after that.
2. I used to work for the Swedish government before working with poker
3. I got a university degree in agriculture management and economics
4. I played some sort of cards or boardgames my entire life; in my family we did that to socialize so not my fault I need my daily fix of poker
5. I am a good chef but hate to cook for one person. Homemade Lasagna anyone?
6. I used to play volleyball on little higher level (a lifetime since though)
7. I dont sleep much and love to work, longest I worked in row without sleep is 72 hrs
8. I have never had a one night stand (well once so don’t think it count)
9. I milked more cows then any of you lived days
10. I love airports
11. I have written a child books series of 4 books
12. I hate christmas but love to buy presents to people
13. I lived in Africa for 4 yrs (winters)
14. I hate lies incredible much and am often too straigth forward
15. I have once asked Robbie Williams for his last name when he gave me his phone number. (note this was in the peak of his carrier, lol)
16. I Love old peoples stories
17. I am good at drink lists :)
18. I cant ever live far from sea, good i live on a rock in the Sea then!
19. I've seen all episodes of 24, season 1, 2, 3 and 4, almost in a row
20. I once lost 50 kilos in weight during 6 months period, on purpose and won a bet.
21. I believe in God or destiny maybe better to say
22. I sold my last horse 5 yrs ago
23. I once held a total stranger in my arms until she died
24. In a relationship I think respect is THE most important thing, the rest one can work out if only there are respect
25. I love falling asleep by someone writing words on my back
Monday, March 23
Just another saturday, one of them
A Saturdays adventure…..... one of em :)
I was invited to a birthday party bash some weekends ago, but skipped it, I just didn’t feel like dressing up in 50‘s dress and freezing my as of in short skirt. And that was the theme, and I think one should respect the theme so I said I meet them later on instead.
Or am I just a sick gambler who rather goes to the casino and play there Saturday tourney and use that as a warm up for party, yeaaaa most likely.
Anyway, I played the tourney (ofc lol ) and it was not so many people so it turned more or less out to be a 10 seats STT 50 euro buy in and rebuy and add on, and all made rebuys and add so price pool was ok for a warm up party before the evenings adventure
Had a very nice guy from Sicily on my left and I mange to both spill a drink and a coffee on him AND ask him to show me his testicles, well I TRIED to say show me some places where they filmed Don Coreleone (godfather) when I come to Sicily soon, (going a weekend with my Em)
-Arghhh how can I know that if you pronounce it slightly wrong it means testicals????
Well he took it fairly good and just said yes of course no problem I show you around.
Lolaments.
Actually he played very well, for being an Italian, I took him out tough but that’s not more than fair, limping K5 off UTG in a STT is like mortal sin.
HOWEVER I didn’t manage to win i came second.
And my railing boy came to watch!!
Amazing. Have I told you about my railing boy ? no?
Ahh well… he comes on Saturdays and rail. And I found it odd; I mean HOW FUN is it to rail a poker tournament a Saturday, NOT. He is very shy. So last Saturday after seeing him there so many times and last Saturday both me and Em where more then tipsy, id say like more very (un)charming drunk. Soooo after he stood there for 6 hrs railing and it finally where final table I tried to talk to him.
Tried= me talking him saying yes no.
Veeeery shy. But hey hoe, I tried.
And he left.
Lol and I thought about it aaaaaaaaall week, naee maybe not but I did think about one or two times that I might have offended him asking why he was railing, I mean Its nice people railing I just was curious why?
SO when he showed up this Saturday as well I said
-Hey (and his name) soo nice to see you! (lol)
He was very surprised I remembered his name and am not sure due to my drunkenness state last time or if he just surprised in general anyone remember his name, HE IS very shy!
So I teased him a bit saying now I get luck ***** is here. Bla bla bla. And i also asked him why he left last time? And if I scared him home? (I know, it’s so not nice of me to be so direct but FFS he is around 30!! He gotta learn how to talk to chicks else he lives with his mum rest of his life) anyway he said
- No it was late really. (lolament)
THAT I don’t get, he rail a tourney from 15:00 to 23:00 and miss out last hr??? dohhh!
BUT here is where it gets funny…. I asked some of the regulars what’s the story here, why he come and rail? They said he played some smaller tourneys’ and busted and now he don’t want to play anymore until he learned a bit more so he is railing. Well that’s respect but in all fairness, learning on Casino Dragonara???? From who????xxx the 90 yr old never let go of a draw player or xxxx “I had a pair” or the proffesoor best best in the world??? OR even worse loud Max that don’t get we are playing texas holdem, I guess as he plays so bad.
And now it gets even more funnier. Apparently He phoned one of the regulars asking if I was playing?? Huuuuuu?? Come on! He is so so shy, he doesn’t even dare to look at me. Lol, poor him, next time I give him my card and say phone me straight instead and ask tiger! Lol then he die. Am herby making it my mission to UN shy him. FFS, he got to go with the Malta fase!
COS I MEAN… seriously…. Ibiza wannabe area am not going to be a frequent visitor in, or well, at least not in summer time, it has to smell so so bad. Walking up there to meet the Girls I saw 7 people puking. One was puking while his friend eat a kebab beside him, they where both sitting down on the street. NH GG WP
Well the best with that area this time was I found a drink that reminded me of pear milkshake with a drop of bailymint the one who guess which one get a price.
We took that one and a cuba libre so we get two each every time ordering, it was a long que, can’t be bothered to WAIT when I want drinks.
And am honest really surprised that people just take anyone to get laid, that’s what it looks like indeed and I saw so many odd things and especially last hr, like desperate hunt game starts NOW. GO Go GO!
Trust me am so so happy am good alone not the slightest ashamed over that. Seriously I rather do that then going into that swamp hunt. NEVER.
Am hereby declare that anyone who sees me go home with anyone from that swamp can come and get an expensive price!
I never have been a one night stand girl and after seeing what I saw Saturday I won’t ever be, I done one night stand once in a my lifetime and to be honest about that we were so drunk and had a fun evening together so it was just natural but then when finally there we just laughed at it more or less.
AND we are friends still so no worries.
And as a top on the cake, walking to Wemblyes for a cab, we saw a girl puking, standing bend forward puking like crazy AND her boy for the night doing her right there like that. OMFG.. AND his friend was standing few meters away peeing like nothing.
I got little worried thinking this is really not good, she is so drunk and puking she clearly has no idea what is going on, this gotta be close to rape. But no nooo.. Suddenly she wakes up from her puking and I hear her tell the boy to grap her tits. Omg.
Well.. I might be too old to appreciate the Ibiza wannabe area, so instead of whining I should just avoid it or close my eyes, I know. But I had to get it off me
Play well!
/panna
I was invited to a birthday party bash some weekends ago, but skipped it, I just didn’t feel like dressing up in 50‘s dress and freezing my as of in short skirt. And that was the theme, and I think one should respect the theme so I said I meet them later on instead.
Or am I just a sick gambler who rather goes to the casino and play there Saturday tourney and use that as a warm up for party, yeaaaa most likely.
Anyway, I played the tourney (ofc lol ) and it was not so many people so it turned more or less out to be a 10 seats STT 50 euro buy in and rebuy and add on, and all made rebuys and add so price pool was ok for a warm up party before the evenings adventure
Had a very nice guy from Sicily on my left and I mange to both spill a drink and a coffee on him AND ask him to show me his testicles, well I TRIED to say show me some places where they filmed Don Coreleone (godfather) when I come to Sicily soon, (going a weekend with my Em)
-Arghhh how can I know that if you pronounce it slightly wrong it means testicals????
Well he took it fairly good and just said yes of course no problem I show you around.
Lolaments.
Actually he played very well, for being an Italian, I took him out tough but that’s not more than fair, limping K5 off UTG in a STT is like mortal sin.
HOWEVER I didn’t manage to win i came second.
And my railing boy came to watch!!
Amazing. Have I told you about my railing boy ? no?
Ahh well… he comes on Saturdays and rail. And I found it odd; I mean HOW FUN is it to rail a poker tournament a Saturday, NOT. He is very shy. So last Saturday after seeing him there so many times and last Saturday both me and Em where more then tipsy, id say like more very (un)charming drunk. Soooo after he stood there for 6 hrs railing and it finally where final table I tried to talk to him.
Tried= me talking him saying yes no.
Veeeery shy. But hey hoe, I tried.
And he left.
Lol and I thought about it aaaaaaaaall week, naee maybe not but I did think about one or two times that I might have offended him asking why he was railing, I mean Its nice people railing I just was curious why?
SO when he showed up this Saturday as well I said
-Hey (and his name) soo nice to see you! (lol)
He was very surprised I remembered his name and am not sure due to my drunkenness state last time or if he just surprised in general anyone remember his name, HE IS very shy!
So I teased him a bit saying now I get luck ***** is here. Bla bla bla. And i also asked him why he left last time? And if I scared him home? (I know, it’s so not nice of me to be so direct but FFS he is around 30!! He gotta learn how to talk to chicks else he lives with his mum rest of his life) anyway he said
- No it was late really. (lolament)
THAT I don’t get, he rail a tourney from 15:00 to 23:00 and miss out last hr??? dohhh!
BUT here is where it gets funny…. I asked some of the regulars what’s the story here, why he come and rail? They said he played some smaller tourneys’ and busted and now he don’t want to play anymore until he learned a bit more so he is railing. Well that’s respect but in all fairness, learning on Casino Dragonara???? From who????xxx the 90 yr old never let go of a draw player or xxxx “I had a pair” or the proffesoor best best in the world??? OR even worse loud Max that don’t get we are playing texas holdem, I guess as he plays so bad.
And now it gets even more funnier. Apparently He phoned one of the regulars asking if I was playing?? Huuuuuu?? Come on! He is so so shy, he doesn’t even dare to look at me. Lol, poor him, next time I give him my card and say phone me straight instead and ask tiger! Lol then he die. Am herby making it my mission to UN shy him. FFS, he got to go with the Malta fase!
COS I MEAN… seriously…. Ibiza wannabe area am not going to be a frequent visitor in, or well, at least not in summer time, it has to smell so so bad. Walking up there to meet the Girls I saw 7 people puking. One was puking while his friend eat a kebab beside him, they where both sitting down on the street. NH GG WP
Well the best with that area this time was I found a drink that reminded me of pear milkshake with a drop of bailymint the one who guess which one get a price.
We took that one and a cuba libre so we get two each every time ordering, it was a long que, can’t be bothered to WAIT when I want drinks.
And am honest really surprised that people just take anyone to get laid, that’s what it looks like indeed and I saw so many odd things and especially last hr, like desperate hunt game starts NOW. GO Go GO!
Trust me am so so happy am good alone not the slightest ashamed over that. Seriously I rather do that then going into that swamp hunt. NEVER.
Am hereby declare that anyone who sees me go home with anyone from that swamp can come and get an expensive price!
I never have been a one night stand girl and after seeing what I saw Saturday I won’t ever be, I done one night stand once in a my lifetime and to be honest about that we were so drunk and had a fun evening together so it was just natural but then when finally there we just laughed at it more or less.
AND we are friends still so no worries.
And as a top on the cake, walking to Wemblyes for a cab, we saw a girl puking, standing bend forward puking like crazy AND her boy for the night doing her right there like that. OMFG.. AND his friend was standing few meters away peeing like nothing.
I got little worried thinking this is really not good, she is so drunk and puking she clearly has no idea what is going on, this gotta be close to rape. But no nooo.. Suddenly she wakes up from her puking and I hear her tell the boy to grap her tits. Omg.
Well.. I might be too old to appreciate the Ibiza wannabe area, so instead of whining I should just avoid it or close my eyes, I know. But I had to get it off me
Play well!
/panna
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