Yesterday evening, before my friend came here to pour some vodka here and there on my carpet (for some reason she does it even when she's sober :D ) I decided to wash the kitchen floor. I prepared the hot water, added some cleansing liquid-stuff and took the mop. Suddenly I noticed I was standing barefoot in soapy warm water in the middle of the kitchen. I tiptoed out of the kitchen and went downstairs. I took the first shoes that I saw. My own personal luck rose it's head again. They were high heels. 12 cm heels.
Okay so I went back to the kitchen and continued cleaning, standing on really high heels, wearing a miniskirt, when I looked out of the window and there was an older man with a red cap and jogging clothes, lacing up his addidas' and looking at me.
And the only thing I thought was: Watch and learn grandpa, I've got style.
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I'm so sad football is ending again. Like damn.
I don't usually watch TV, but now I'm like glued to it every night at 21:30. And I swear, the 2x 45 minutes go like...3 seconds. Football is the only thing where time really flies for me. When I think how I sit at class for 45 minutes - pure torture.
And what the commentators say is so interesting. A lot more interesting than Desperate Housewives or Titanic. I don't know why I decided to mention those 2,but anyway, you should get the point.
I really like wait for the game to begin. I somehow remember most of the names of the players, I make predictions and you know what -I'm freaking good in them.
I'm gonna watch the last game with friends. Parrrttyyy.
It's better than a party. It's better than christmas. A lot better than christmas.
I'm gonna eat and I'm gonna watch football.
This is life!
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Tonight I cleaned the stove. Fuck it was difficult. Especially with those nails. I measured them. 3cm. Can you imagine doing anything with 3 cm nails? I can. :D
Then I moved on to cleaning the mirrors. I have wardrobes with really huge mirror doors in both of the corridors up- and downstairs. But the ceiling light in the upstairs corridor was out and I didn't see anything. So I felt a bit weird scrubbing the mirrors in the pitch dark.
Probably I'll see in the morning that I used strawberry jam instead of the cleanser or something.
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I went to meet with 2 of my friends in the Old Town today. So we went to eat in the italian restaurant Fellini. I ordered pasta with seafood. It wasn't as good as it could be. I took the octopus home with me. Okay, kidding.
As I was sitting there, a russian-looking guy went pass. He looked like a personal trainer. And he blinked at me. I was like: LOL
Then, 2 minutes later, an older guy goes pass and blinks at me too. This time I was like: No way!
So...about half an hour later a car droves by real' slow and this older pervy looking guy looks at me...and then...*blink*
Very nice. I think they all were offered some weird mushrooms round the corner OR there were sandstorms when I wasn't looking and they all had sand in their eye.
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Tomorrow I'm planning to sunbathe. And yes, lets all make some predictions now.
Will the sun shine? No.
Will it rain? Yes.
Will I be soaken wet and extremely cold at the beach in my bikini? Yes.
Should I stay at home and sleep? Yes.
Will I do it? No.
Is it because I'm damn stubborn? Yes.
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I can't wait Germany-Spain!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Glamorous
Thursday, 26 June 2008
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And I just want you to know, I'm a rainbow too!
Monday, 23 June 2008
Why not to blog? The weather is exactly as good as you would hope it to be on the most important summer event in Estonia. It's raining heavy. It's about 13 degrees (or as my mother said: hey you can go out without the gloves, it's so warm!) Everything is super, the meat we prepared for grilling is swimming in a nice little pool. None of us has any cash and our credit card limits are full. There isn't going to be anything on TV as everybody are supposed to sit out all night long and lit huge fires and stuff. Everything is so lovely. I love it all.
Maybe it's because I put my Marley cd's on and there's smoke coming out of my nostrils.
Very lovely.
What's the point in getting depressed about it all...we all knew perfectly well it would rain & I just noticed what a lovely carpet I have in my room here at my parents place. Why couldn't we all just stay in and praise the carpets.
Tomorrow...or the day after tomorrow...or anyway someday during the summer I'm gonna stop by at some shop where they sell curtains and stuff. I want to restyle my apartment. This time a little more ethnic style...something like Africa. As I'm probably going to be lying on my kitchen floor 90% of the summer. I even moved my speakers there 'cause moving them back and forth to my room and to the kitchen while being drunk may cause some serious damage both to me and the speakers. So let them be there in the kitchen.
I opened the fridge yesterday and wow, I had 2 eggs and mustard. Good, I love mustard.
I would love if people would chill through my place and put some stuff into the fridge. Preferably food. I once read about a man who killed a girl and put her hands into his fridge. Not so nice.
I took the train yesterday evening and I was dressed weird as usually...I had this big light green sweater with a hood and then green-white-yellow legwarmers and a huge yellow bag and these really weird orange leopard print sunglasses and huge wooden bracelets (my bro brought from south africa) and this little wooden necklace which my parents brought me from Brazil, made by the indians. And of course heavy water-pipe smell all around me like an invisible cloud (but a cloud that never rains down! Sun shining always, rainbows!) and I listened to reggae real' loud. People kinda stared at me. I moved my glasses to my nose and blinked to a boy sitting right next to me. I swear I could see how saliva moved down his adams apple.
I am not scared of many things and most of the time I feel that life is beautiful and why not show it to others, even if they think you're weird or hitting on them. It makes me laugh.
In Italy I got so many friends. Whereever I went, people were supernice and I just couldn't stop laughing or smiling. I hopped around like a maniac and I was interested in everything and lotsa stuff made me happy. A lot of people said I give them energy and this was just the nicest thing you could probably tell me. Like, what an honour, to give somebody energy. By saying it they gave ME so much of it too! And I really am a person who wants to show only positive emotions.
I didn't have any reasons to feel bad and whenever I did, I just smiled and kept saying to myself that I'm above this shit, I feel great, I feel wonderful. And I did.
As soon as I got back I started making new plans to go to Napoli again. I just have to see those people again! Amazing! And they haven't forgotten me either. It is just so freaking lovely to know that there is a place where a bunch of people say they really WANT to see me again and they can't wait!
Im listening to a song called Bald Head Jesus and it's fucking good. XD
Time to go on with the constant Food Fest!
Ciaociaociao
I promise I will post a normal blog someday too, about what Ive done and so on, but right now I just don't have time.
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Graduating
Friday, 20 June 2008
Today calls for a new post because today ta-ta-tarampam-pam I graduated from high school!
I made plans earlier to get my diploma in some random flip-flops (everything in the name of comfortability) and of course I ended up going in 12cm high heeled shoes. I didn't fall down though as I am the master of walking in...basically whatever. Every woman who says she can walk in anything and on anything, should try it on cobblestone pavement at 4 in the morning after heavy drinking and dancing... in at least 10cm heels.
As I shook hands with the principal, more than 500 people watching how my babyblue silk dress sticks against my sweating ass, I suddenly felt the handshake was very real and very true. He watched me in the eye and said something like: i really congratulate you, you have done great!
I felt as if I were the best student in the school. Because he said it like he was really, honestly, proud of me. And then I hugged my teacher and as I was doing it she said: come here my stella
And again, I felt like... she was proud of me.
I went back to my seat and asked my friends what the principal and the teacher had said to them and they told me that it had been just a plain: congratulations!
I also got a special diploma for notable achievements in english and literature. How nice is that!
By the way I just closed my eyes for a couple of seconds and then tried to open them and probably looked like a chinese tourist watching sunrise. I think I need a rake to comb all that false eyelash glue out of my own lashes.
It rained today the whole day and for some weird reason it didn't get me feeling low at all. I actually felt it was sweet. Sweet because this is estonian weather, I am estonian, this is my country, these are my people, and we all have fancy dresses plus awsome hairdoes and we are soaking wet. But we don't mind. It's Estonia. And who knows it better and accepts it better than we, estonians.
At the end of the ceremony a secret guest performer was announced to come before us and sing a song. And, none of us could believe it, it was our headteacher. He really came there...infront of us all...with a guitar and sang a song by Aerosmith, if I'm not wrong. And he sang so good. I started crying and it felt sad that I had to leave all those people behind.
Later we took pictures with friends. I was freaking tall so probably on all the pictures everybody looks incredebly nice and you can see my kneecaps or, if lucky, my waist.
I went to eat with my family in a really beautiful and very expencive restaurant Buenos Aires from which you can see the panorama of Tallinn. At last I could eat meat (I was in Italy for 2 weeks...so it was either pasta, spaghetti or pasta there). I ate like crazy and told my mother that if anybody looks at me weird, she is allowed to say that she will be a grandmother soon. :)
Then we went to the theater. They way we went was cool too. My father is all his cleverness parked the car close to the theatre but we had to go along train rails and it was raining. Plus, I never grow tired of repeating, my heels were 12cm.
The play itself was something amazing. I thanked my mom many times for buying the tickets after it.
It started with a film shown on a big white blanket -
A young woman and a man walking on a road between hayfields. Then they came to a boat on the beach, sat in, and the man oared for about 10 minutes. Nice mellow music playing, the way waves moved in a calm rhythm....very lovely. Then they came on shore...walked a little bit more....and suddenly at the theatre the doors opened and the same woman and man were standing there...and on the blanket it showed the same thing, they were in the theatre now. The next moment, from behind them, and old car drove in, speeding, and hit the wall. About 8 guys came out (although the car was rather small) and started singing.
It was not an ordinary play as there was no speaking, only singing. They sang old runic songs, you know, where one guy sings a line and then 15 other guys repeat the same thing all together.
I'm too tired to write everything what happened there but ...it was amazing. All the time something happened. Like this absurd little moments. At times the songs didn't even have words. Like for instance, they just sang "mmmMMMM" but in different octaves. It was powerful. At the same time the light went into the left corner where there was a wine cellar and a guy behind a table, opening a bottle of champagne. He opened it,but it was a fake bottle from which this champagne foam-like liquid squirted as high as about one meter. They guy tried to fill his glass but the foam kept squitring and squirting for 10 minutes. He was soaking wet and his glass was still empty. He sat on the chair, his hand with the glass fell down, he looked incredibly sad...and the lights went off.
I am too tired to write about all the funny things that happened, but I hope you get the point what I wanted to forward. That the play had men singing all the time and the things that happened where like little funny sketches.
I don't know how long it lasted but it felt like 15 minutes and I was very surprised when I understand it had ended.
Now we went to a very elegant, stylish and also expencive cafe where I ate a chocolate cake with ice cream, drank cappuccino and champagne and didn't think about diets or anything like that even for 1 second.
Going to Italy really put some things into perspective for me. Though they will fade soon 'cause estonian lifestyle is hard to ignore when you're actually living in Estonia.
The whole day was so very nice and really...for once I can say that something went exactly like I wanted it to go and it was simply perfect - the way school ended for me.
There is one more thing I wanted to write about.
Semu.
I hope you remember Buddy.
Well, wonderwomans best friend has again proved that she is as lovely as she looks.
She got me 25 new pictures of Semu. Yes, Semu has new postcards, blue this time. And his smile is a bit different. Me and my friend M discussed that last year, when we were 18 and everything was new for us, then Semu had this "EVERYTHING IS GONNA BE ALRIGHT" smile...a smile that gave us strength and made us believe we would make it.
And this year it's more like..."You know you can do it ;)" kind of a smile. More wicked...more self confident. Not so warm and funny anymore.
I will post pictures later for sure!
And wonderwomans friend...I just have room for her in my heart now. I like people who take time for you, who do something nice for you. It's the most a person can do for another. And it's something a lot of people don't do. I mean being nice to someone you really don't even know so well. This is special. And I am a person who does not forget.
Neither does Semu. And he is fucking happy to conquer the world again. This time in another suit and with another smile. This time it's the summer of 2008.
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Forza......napoli!
Wednesday, 4 June 2008
I'm going to Italy now. I will be back on the 17th.
I hope everything goes well.
I want to wish happy birthday to Blank, it's his 18th !! (12.06)
House those girls m'boy! :)
You can all still contact me. I'll come back and blog you to death!!! :)
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