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  1. Squishy Sex

    Thursday, 21 August 2008

    "Shit," I said, "Why do things like that always happen to us?!!"

    I tried to make it round the corner without looking into the eyes of the locals. Which, in fact, were quite hazy.
    We went through the gates where (while our bags where searched) I said to L (without thinking, as usual): "I hope they wont find the weed.
    The security guard obviously thought it was a joke because he laughed. That innocent soul.

    When the guard took a first look into my bag he said "oookay" and he rolled his eyes. He closed my bad instantly. It makes me laugh when men get intimidated by girly things.
    There was so much make up. XD
    Nah, not THAT much, but still. 4 different lipsticks, some eyeshadows, glittering stuff etc. You wouldn't find a nuclear bomb between those things.

    So we entered the festival grounds and... there were so little people. Only dwarfs. No, kidding.
    I mean, there were like 50 people.
    Thank god, by time more people came. We also pumped into a teacher we had back in elementary school. He made us laugh coz he was with his wife and about a 6 months old baby. We had always thought the teacher was gay!

    Then we went and bought these skirts made of fake marijuana leaves XD and Kanye West's glasses, you know those prison break style ones. And some ciders.

    The concert itself rocked. More people came by the time niggas hit the stage. Uff it was awsome.

    Whenever Kingston spoke, then with one hand he did the rap move and with the other one he grabbed his manly parts. Me and L wondered if Kingston has some special cremes to prevent his jewels from getting red and swollen.

    Actually what astonished us the most were the backup singers. There were about 7 or 8 niggas on stage, which is great for an estonian person because in Tallinn we have about 3 black people and everyone knows their names. XD

    Suddenly one of the backup singers started to sing slow a'capella
    "...like a lollipop...lick me like a lollipop"
    and it was fucking amazing! His voice was superb. I am in love with lil' Wayne and his voice, but this guy made the song totally his own (without taking it from Weezy).

    ps. I just noticed that I'm wearing my socks backwards. %-)

    After the concert me and L headed back to our apartment. I cooked while L cleaned and soon (thanks to our super good teamwork) we were laying on our huge bed with food, cocktails and weed. Reggae was playing ( "red red wine.....") and we just laughed and enjoyed the moment. It was a total relax, honestly, how beautiful can life be!

    When I'm with L then I am very relaxed. Plus I don't have any bad thoughts in my mind. No sadness or anything like that. Because we are always high and whatever the other one says, it sounds freaking funny. Ahaha, even thinking about it makes me laugh. We lay there, inside our huge marijuana skirts and we said to each other:

    deeeeeeeeem
    *silence*
    dayuuuuuum
    *slience*
    deyeeeeeeeeeeeeem
    *silence*
    daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaamnnnnnn

    like, I don't know, 25 times each. And we covered everything we wanted to say with that. You know...just...dayuuuuuuum. And L says: yeaaaaa...DAYUUUUUM.

    Then we tried on 15 different skirts and 20 shirts, plus 10 different pairs of heels and finally we were ready to go out. We decided to call a cab because it's no fun to walk in 12cm heels.

    The cab took us infront of the Sunset club and woah, the line was sooooo long.
    We usually have club member cards to every single club at sight, but this wasn't our town so the only thing we had were deep cleavages and long eyelashes, so a couple of boys said: "ouuuuu come with us." And we went with them & didn't actually exchange any kind of words and as we ignored them (we honestly just forgot about them - it's so me & L style), in 2 minutes they were gone. But we weren't at the end of the line anymore. I don't remember much about standing there, it went so fast, at least that's what it felt like.

    The club itself is fucking awsome. It has many many floors, different styles of music, more than 4 balconies, terrace on the first ground, and a huge open beach.

    Super!

    We went back home at 5 in the morning, after sitting on the beach. We decided to go by ourselves, without a taxi.
    Oh boy.
    I'll get back to it someday coz it needs a longer description. XD

    Right now I'm gonna copy a msn convo I had 5 minutes ago.

    Pb �tleb:
    i'm waitin the delivery boy.I'm gonna eat "Feggaropita me kotompeikon"
    Blonde-Mafia �tleb:
    you are the only person who can make me want to eat weird shit with even weirder names.
    Blonde-Mafia �tleb:
    now i really want feggraipoa me kotmopeikonko
    Pb �tleb:
    hahahahahahahahahaha
    Blonde-Mafia �tleb:
    what, i made a spelling mistake?
    Pb �tleb:
    i could almost hear you sayin it wrong
    Blonde-Mafia �tleb:
    i cant go to a restaurant in greece
    Blonde-Mafia �tleb:
    people will die of laughter and i will die of hunger
    Blonde-Mafia �tleb:
    please one of that thing that starts with a P and ends with a S and that has shitloads of vocals in the middle, okay?
    Stella �tleb:
    with fries
    Stella �tleb:
    skip the juice, i cant spell "apple" anyway

    I'm usually too lazy to copy-paste msn convos, plus I think they are funnier on msn, plus they're a bit personal, BUT tonight I decided to make an exeption, coz ...why not? :D Besides WW tells me all the time I should blog my convos. Well, here are some that I found on my laptop, I saved them coz they were weird.


    Mad Lip Gloss says:
    �ks asi on squishy...mis t2hendab squishy?
    .a? Opium Milkshake //Touch My Cookie! says:
    sihuke...noh squishy ongi
    Mad Lip Gloss says:
    XD
    Mad Lip Gloss says:
    okei ma saan aru tglt
    .a? Opium Milkshake //Touch My Cookie! says:
    selline pehma ja limane nagu aga ta ei ole limane...nagu see tatt mida lastele m��akse mis seina k�lge j��b kui visata...igaste satikate kujulised
    Mad Lip Gloss says:
    XD
    .a? Opium Milkshake //Touch My Cookie! says:
    xD
    Mad Lip Gloss says:
    Igastahes, see s6na oli squishy sex     Mad Lip Gloss says:
    nyyd ma siis tean et see on nagu purgis tatt mida seinale visataxe ja mis on "igaste satikate kujuline"

    Basically, I was talking to a friend from school and I asked him for a translation for the word "squishy". He explained that squishy is something that's soft and slimy, but not so much slimey, more like those icky things in cans they sell for kids, that you can throw against the wall and they stick, they have them in "all kinds of insect shapes" and stuff. And then I said: Okay, the word was squishy sex and now I know it's like slime in a can, that looks like "all kinds of small insects" and is soft and slimey.


    XD

    Okay, this one is like a million years old. Not all friendships have had a good start...:


    ...

    B-M says:
    and where exactly did you notice that negative attitude?
    PB says:
    just a few lines before,you said that I have a BAD personality
    B-M says:
    oh, I'm sorry, I meant awful
    PB says:
    wow you're so kind
    B-M says:
    that's one of the main qualities of northern europeans
    PB says:
    that's why you're so ??�p?e????? ?a? ?a???a?e?     (complex and hot as hell) B-M says:
    And that's why you are so hiiresitav�rvi juustega v�ike pasahunnik     (little shitpile with mouse-colour hair)
    PB says:
    Really???a st?? ????da ?a? ?a s?? ???? t?? p?t? t???e?     (Come to Greece and we're gonna feel it deeeeeeeeeep.)
    B-M says:
    Yep, absolutely. Mine vaata su koer s�i k�ik su plaadid �ra, paras sitap�ks.     (Go look, your dog ate all your vinyls, shitpants)
    PB says:
    Glad to hear.?? ???? p?? e?ste ?e??????e? a??? �?? ?????? ?a ?a�?s? ?a? t?? f??e? s??.     (You're all hot but don't worry your friend should be gorgeous too.)
    B-M says:
    I think so too. Vaata et sa attakki ei saa kuradi konn.     (Be careful not to get a stroke, fucking frog) PB says:
    ?e? pe????e? ?a? a???? ?a ????t??e?? e?? ?a se ?a�?s? ?ts? ?? a?????.     (I'll fuck you anyway.)
    B-M says:
    Sure. Kuule millal sa vait j��d mul on kopp ees.     (When are you going to shut up, I've had enough)
    PB says:
    ???ta �p??e? ?a �?? ???? t? ?e? a??? t?? p??ts? de? t?? ???t??e??.Ta se s??s?,a? ? �??a s?? e??a? ?a?? f??t?? ??'a?t?? ?a sa? ?a�?s? ?????e??a??? ?ts? ??'a????? ?a? a?t? p??t??a ?a e??a?.Don't you think?     (I don't really understand what you say but don't fuck with me cause If you do I'm gonna fuck you.)
    B-M says:
    I think my eyes hurt. Kirjasta see romaan, saad poes edaspidi lausa maksta, ei pea enam varastama.     (Publish a novel of your convo, earn money, so you wouldn't have to steal in shops anymore.)
    PB says:
    What could possibly cure your beatiful eyes????a pa?ap????sa? a??? e?? st? e??a pe?,T? S?? G???SO ?? ???????     (Stop complaining bitch, you're fuckin me up.)
    B-M says:
    Send me that song, sa glam��dias suuka     (...you slut with a venereal disease.)

    Share the love between different nations, right? :D Anyway, I just talked to him again and...:

    PB �tleb:
    ...and i DO NOT consider you as a bitch
    B-M �tleb:
    i dont consider you a...how was it..."shitpants" or a "fucking frog" either :D

    ...so all is good that ends good. :D

    Back in the times when I was young and stupid (no pun intended) estonian girls got a lot of attention from turkish men. They got our msn addresses from some kind of internet sites (no porn, k!) and every other day you were forced to see some gelatin-head invite you to Alanya. We, me and my friends, had a lot of fun on them but it also happened that every now and then some of them actually joked back:

    se says:
    can u send me a beautifus photo_?
    se says:
    beautiful
    Blonde-Mafia says:
    sswhat sskind ofs photosss?
    se says:
    photoss you can sendsss_?
    se says:
    photoss you can sendsss
    Blonde-Mafia says:
    ssswhat photoss?
    se says:
    your photoss,
    Blonde-Mafia says:
    ahahahahasssssss
    se says:
    ahssahh


    Then again...there were those who didn't dig what I was laying AT ALL:

    ??T????T says:
    heyy
    BM says:
    kenem! hey!
    ??T????T says:
    KENAN
    ??T????T says:
    whats going on there?
    BM says:
    where?
    ??T????T says:
    there where you are
    BM says:
    where am I?
    ??T????T says:
    at home?
    BM says:
    where?
    ??T????T says:
    dont do this again , please
    BM says:
    what?
    ??T????T says:
    are you stupid ?
    BM says:
    why???
    ??T????T says:
    why do you always ask me these stupid questions?
    BM says:
    when???
    ??T????T says:
    forget it
    BM says:
    ...why
    ??T????T says:
    offf
    BM says:
    kemam...
    ??T????T says:
    f.......
    ??T????T says:
    you drive me crazy
    ??T????T says:
    if you wont give up to do this
    ??T????T says:
    I wont talk you
    ??T????T says:
    can you understand?
    BM says:
    ...what?
    ??T????T says:
    offf
    BM says:
    what kemam?????
    ??T????T says:
    dont talk
    BM says:
    what?
    ??T????T says:
    ogfff
    ??T????T says:
    asfsdgdfhgs
    ??T????T says:
    dfhdfnhs
    BM says:
    what?
    you always say what why when
    BM says:
    why you think so?
    ??T????T says:
    byee
    BM says:
    what?????
    ??T????T says:
    f...k
    BM says:
    KENAM
    ??T????T says:
    KENAN
    ??T????T says:
    always i can pley
    ??T????T says:
    play
    ??T????T says:
    and do you always play sxo
    ??T????T says:
    saxo
    BM says:
    saxofon?
    BM says:
    you play with a saxofon?
    ??T????T says:
    suck my..........
    BM says:
    ...saxofon?
    ??T????T says:
    byeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

    Posted by Unknown at 03:17 | 0 comments | |

  2. The City Government Of P�rnu

    Saturday, 16 August 2008

    Weather forecast said it would be a super warm weekend.
    Today is saturday, I woke up to see the rain rape my windows in s&m style. Plus, I went to get the newspapers from my mailbox and my underwear is still soaking wet.
    It isn't even very warm or anything like that, only 17,6 C.

    The only real summerfeeling I had was in July.

    Me and L decided to pack our bags and head to P�rnu (the summer capital of Estonia. Yea for some reason every city in Estonia has a special name. I don't know why it's needed, it's fucking idiotical. Maybe they feel more special then?) because Sean Kingston was going to perform there. Originally my friend P was supposed to join us but when I sent her a sms the night before asking: Talk to me homie
    then she called back saying she's a bit ill and too tired. Yeah we went to several festivals and concerts with her during the last weeks so I understood her. But I was strong and ready to carry on with selfdestruction so me and L hopped in the car on one sunny friday afternoon and we started driving towards P�rnu.

    The plan was to start driving early enough so we could get to P�rnu just in time to listen to some music, chill in L's apartment there, eat....drink Blue Lagoon and in the evening go to our lil' niggas concert. We listened to Sean Kingston in the car for I don't know...4 minutes and then we smoothly went to first reggae, then house. Kingston for us is sooooooo 2007 when we were 18 and the summer was hot. Beauuuuutiful girls. :)

    That didn't mean the concert wasn't gonna rock!

    And let me tell you, the weather was SUPER! It was 27c and more in the sun.
    We stopped on the road for some italian salad, sandwiches, cakes, cookies, chocolate, potatochips, roastbeef... We were almost constantly eating anyway, the stop was meant for streching our legs while eating (yes, nevertheless we sat the whole time).

    I mentioned packing bags earlier. Well...we did pack some. Some 7 suitcases each maybe. We wanted to get going early, but it happened that we slept in again and started packing 30 minutes before going out. I remember standing in my corridor, looking in to the mirror and seeing myself standing in a sea of these HUGE bags. I didn't have time to think through what I was going to wear in P�rnu although it was going to be just one-two days there so I basically packed everything that got into my sight. First all my sleeping things, blankets and pillows, then my clothes, creams, hairdryers, 5 pairs of shoes. Food, money, weed.

    L called me, I heard some *schrumchhh-schrumchhh* sounds, then L glamorously coughing and then: Hey, can you take the waterpipe?
    XD

    Anyway, when she finally got to my parking lot and we had stuffed everything in to the car (5 times up the stairs, 5 times down the stairs)... uff we couldn't believe our eyes - everything fit! Even with the mop handle sticking out from the trunk. L had forethoughtfully taken the mop so we could clean the floors at the apartment. We're still women for crying out loud, I can wash dishes with 5 inch nails if I have to.

    Yeah...well....me...I of course packed all my speakers and my laptop too. How can I leave home without them? What is a pre-party night without good music? We made a promise to ourselves that we would check out the local disco-club "Sunset".

    I've never pretend to be McLaren or been good with maps but at times of crisis (L yelling: OHMYGOD I DIDNT SEE THE SIGN, IS IT LEFT OR RIGHT?) I can pretend I know which way to hold that piece of paper.

    Ah, it was so easy for us, we totally rocked that map, plus later it really helped me that I remembered some of the streets.

    We got to the apartment which was in Pardi (Duck) street. At first it made me laugh but I soon realized there can be even weirder street names when it comes to P�rnu.

    The house itself was beauuuuuutiful, very modern. But so were the walls. Everything could be heard through them. EVERYTHING. Not to mention reggae on max bass. And the neighbourhood was dead quiet. Not even a sound! I'm being honest here...can you picture it...a city that is totally quiet. I thought I was alone on the street, it was so quiet my ears hurt....and then I saw a family of 4 putting their stuff into a car and then driving off, in COMPLETE silence. Even the car didn't make a sound. It was really relaxing but at the same time it was so scary!

    We didn't have ANY time. The concert was about to begin in 1 hour and we didn't have a clue where we were or where the concert place exactly was. We did have time to make some cocktails though. So there we were, in the middle of this little street in P�rnu, the air was so hot the ground stuck to my flipflops like strawberry bubblegum between your passport. We were wearing miniskirts and holding these see-through plastic cups with fierce electric-blue drinks. I turned to L and asked: come on, what if somebody sees and asks what we are drinking and if it's alcohol?
    L answered, giggling: it's carrot juice, can't you see!

    I burst into laughter as I looked at the blue carrotjuice and half of the drink went on my legs. L saw it and burst into laughter too. Also on every curve we had to take, we both spilled more "juice" on us. Plus the blue lines on our feet were sticky and everything got stuck to them.

    Pretend you're wearing pantyhose!

    We carried on drinking and laughing, not caring ONE BIT about the time and suddenly...! There we were! At the concert gates.
    L was holding a mint-cigarette, trying to find a place where to put it out. She did it on a huge white house.
    "The City Government Of P�rnu," I read out loud.


    XD




    (will be continued...)

    Posted by Unknown at 06:09 | 0 comments | |

  3. Flying hljeb!

    Friday, 15 August 2008

    could you imagine feelin' all calm then all of the sudden your fingers get numb?
    feet start freezin', what is the season?
    where we at? and why we leaving?

    It was my mantra for 2 weeks until finally my hair touched the pillow and when I woke up I was sick at last!
    I kept pushing the fever back but at one point I broke.

    So now I've been sick for a week & feeling great! :D I'm still a bit wo-waa-wuuu, but it's getting better and better. Also I know I can't take it easy'n'breezy from now on & think about my health coz M is back in town! And with her all the crazy things I do, are a bit crazier.

    Oh...what a summer it has been! Mamma mia!

    Maybe during winter I will take a closer look on it but right now I think it's better to let some things rest in peace...hidden from the daylight. XD

    I used to think everything had to happen with a booom BOOM BANG, but now I've understood you can have the time of your life by just laying on your white bedroom carpet at 3 am, speakers all around on the floor. Soft chillout house is on, your head is on one of the big red pillows you took from your couch, you're smoking and watching your cigarette tracing a ladder . No Parisian demands, no nothing. You're feeling awsome.

    Your friend is right next to you, no words are spoken. Hours go pass. Night passes. No fears, no sad feelings, no bad emotions, just this overwhelming happiness and peace of being able to breathe and share the moment with somebody. Things are always a million times better when you get to share them.

    Then you sleep all morning, almost all day and wake up at four in the afternoon, just to sit into the car, put on reggae music, squint in the sunshine, and sing out loud "Love is my religion" until you see the Hesburger sign and sink into a huge double meal.

    The breaking point where I finally got sick, happened after a little conflict with a russian and a loaf of sliced bread. Wanna hear more?

    Okay, picture...4 am in the morning...it's getting lighter...in the middle of the city...a bus stop.

    Hey, lets sit!

    Okay, when's the first bus gonna come?

    Oh in...ermm...15 minutes.

    Okay, cool. So we sat down and I noticed a nice loaf of bread on the bench. One minute later a russian boy sits next to me.

    I tell him: don't sit on the bread.

    He tells me: %&()=%##% suka

    Me: don't sit on estonian bread, it's our national food.

    *He is quiet*

    Me: understand? Hljeb (russian for bread)!

    L: kuusat (russian for eat) hljeb!

    Me: peen (a sort of bread) hljeb!

    Me & L shout various things in russian, all something to do with the bread.

    *Russian boy takes the bread, swings it, and throws it to the wall where it slides down*

    Me with a happy tone in my voice: FLYING HLJEB!

    Russian boy: *tries to hide his smile*

    As you can imagine, we had a lot of fun, BUT we were also super cold. The reason why were sitting there is...well it goes back a long way. Want to hear it?

    It all started when L gave me 3 cocktail books for my birthday in May. So, from time to time we discussed making cocktails by the recipes written in the mighty book. One day she decided to try some of them and got hooked on a specific blue one called Blue Lagoon. She made it alone at home, she made it with me. We loved it.
    Now we came to an agreement we should and even MUST try out some more cocktails.
    It looked something like that:

    (picture to be soon added)

    Yeah, it was whole lotta fun, I'm telling you. Especially the part when I didn't feel my legs anymore and I continued talking to L's chair when she had gone to the toilet.
    I decided to make pizza. After I had put frozen vegetables back to the fridge, I finally managed to put the pizza in to the microwave.
    I swear, I don't remember who ate it because the next day the only trace of it was ketchup on the kitchen window.
    At some point somebody called a taxi and while I was carefully examining the backseats, my friend probably told the driver where we wanted to go. I remember looking out of the window thinking: "I have never been in here. Oh shit, I'm scared, I haven't got a clue where I am."

    Fortunately L was there and handled the bill (which reminds me I should give her some money ((don't you just love brackets inside brackets inside brackets) - I like the way we share our money and whoever is closer to a wallet, pays, no matter WHOSE wallet it happens to be) but actually she acidentally made closer contact with my waterpipe who probably wanted to whisper nasty things to her(that seducing bastard!) and it fell on the ground and went into thousands of little pieces(yes the only reason why I added brackets here was to make things even more weird)).

    So fortunately L was there for me & I was there for her when she tried 5 times to go up from the club stairs.
    On the club door we met 3 boys from school (that I graduated *snoopy dance*) and we kinda went in all together which was weird because we've never spoken much and if I remember correctly one of them asked us: "Little mice, what are you doing here??"
    XD pffft XD These sweet little mice are drunk to their tails, I'm telling you.
    Anyway, lotsa stuff happened that night that I'm not gonna write down right now
    balblabla

    ...until it was time to go home. We called a cab infront of a shop called: Childrens World (ha ha XD) and we were ALMOST at home when I noticed my keys were gone! Shiet! We told the driver to go to L's place, where nobody was at home, BUT his grandfather who kindly opened the door for us at 5 in the morning. We had to phone L's mother at first too & I swear, everyone where so nice with us, even the taxidriver AND it was 5 am! Me and L always tell each other it's blonde luck!

    It still makes me laugh when I think how we were completely wasted and L's mom called to ask if everything was okay and then L had this "oh mom i'm totally sober and responsible for all my actions" kind of voice. XD It reminded so much of myself, how I try to speak extra nicely when I'm actually so drunk I don't remember my name. My voice could probably melt ice cream. It's was exactly the same with L.
    "Yes :) mom :) Oh Yes :) everything is super :) Yes, :) I will :) do it :) tomorrow :) yes :) yes :)) no! :) yes i will go to sleep now :) :) bye :):):):):)" professionally ignoring the fact that for some reason mamas little girl was out on the city at 5 and too drunk to remember where the keys were.

    Not to mention the way we looked. XD I probably looked something like a bottle of Martini trying to wear a 1x1 cm skirt around tooooo glittering thighs and L's appearance looked somewhat like a half empty bottle of Vodka with mascara and tons of pink eyeshadow.
    It goes like this - with every shot you pour down your throat, you add an extra layer of eyeshadow. What was the amount I just used? Tons? Well...yeah. *grin*

    "Hey :D grandpa :D can i please :D have the keys :) to my apartment please :D "

    XDXDXD god bless grandparents

    So there we were, it was getting lighter outside, and we didn't have the keys to my apartment where alongside my stuff was also L's stuff and her car keys. She had stayed at my apartment for....uh...god knows how long. We didn't see any reasonable ...reason why not to live together as we ate, slept and partied together all the time anyway.
    I called the taxi company many many times with L's phone coz my own was at home (another things that shows HOW drunk I was because I never leave anything behind. As people usually come to my place to go out, I am the one who has to think of locking the doors and making sure all the windows are closed and nothing will go on fire etc. so I'm very careful, my brain is always working. Except for this time...) and they said that they have no information and I should call during daytime again.
    Me and L (ignoring the painful headaches) called another cab and drove back to the club. This time we were wearing black jackets and sweaters with hoods. We also changed from high heels to flip flops.
    It was funny how no one at the club recognised us. We saw many of the people we had talked to or danced with earlier and they just looked at us with blank eyes. You'd never imagine a pair of flip-flops could do that. But the feeling itself was even liberating.
    We searched the whole club, panically trying to remember where we had went during the night (yes, we even went to the mens toilet at one point), but we didn't find the keys. We called a cab and drove back home. (This reminds me how the next day I asked L how much I owed her for last night and she started giggling and said: we drove with the taxi for 5 times. XD ) I told the driver what had happened to me and I said that the only thing I remember was that the drivers name had been Thomas ( or as L remembered: Toomas) and I added: Like..come on, how many Thomases can there be??
    So now this driver was silent for a moment and then said slowly: Well...there are some. It's quite hard to track him down...Well...I'm for instance, Toomas too.
    ahahahahaha me and L just looked at each other and tried not to laugh ahahahaha, she pressed my hand so hard it went numb for 20 minutes.

    ---
    We went to bed at 7am and woke up at 1pm. I called my bro and (praise the lords) he came to L's place, picked us up and took us to my place and gave me his keys. He didn't ask anything. I'm sure he was startled because of the way we looked.
    Maaaan, it was good to be at home. We made pizza during the first second. :D

    It wasn't until then when I first saw that somebody had called me 8 times at 5am ! EIGHT TIMES!
    We discussed it and I was super sure it must've been the taxi driver into whose car I had lost my keys. Can you believe it, he took the trouble to call me eight times!
    I knew he was probably sleeping at daytime so I didn't call him back.
    He called me again at 8pm and told me that he remembered me very well and he will drive to my place and give me my keys. I was gobsmacked! How super nice of him!
    He asked me how long I was going to stay up and I said until 6am. He was surprised: 6 am ??
    He begun laughing and he said he would come by sometime. And he did. At 1am he drove to my place and gave me my keys. He was very serious. Until I smiled the biggest smile that I could possibly smile. His whole face lit up too. :)
    It's good to know that there are nice people in the world.

    So these were 10 hours of my short but quite weird and crazy life. :)
    I had pretty intense 2 weeks but as you can see, it takes shitloads of time and paper (or screenspace) to write everything down. If you long for more, then just let me know so I could send you to hell politely. :D
    Ciao :)

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