Blonde Mafia Ganja Island

Napule � mille culure
Napule � mille paure napule
� a voce de' criature
Che saglie chianu chianu e
Tu sai ca nun si sulo.
Napule � nu sole amaro
Napule � addore 'e mare
Napule � 'na carta sporca
E nisciuno se ne importa e
Ognuno aspetta a' ciorta.
Napule � 'na cammenata
Inte viche miezo all'ato
Napule � tutto 'nu suonno
E 'a sape tutti o' munno ma
Nun sanno a verit�.
Napule � mille culure
(napule � mille paure)
Napule � 'nu sole amaro
(napule � addore e' mare)
Napule � 'na carta sporca
(e nisciuno se ne importa)
Napule � 'na camminata
(inte viche miezo all'ato)
Napule � tutto nu suonno
(e a' sape tutti o' munno)


Just as the song says: Napoli is a thousand colours, Napoli is a thousand fears.
This post is for the Napoli I know. The Napoli that is made of bitter sun and smell of sea.

I thought I'd share some pics I've taken during the last year.
Here we go.

We were buying food and suddenly P starts laughing and shows me that magazine. "Look at the cat!!"
I still laugh like crazy when I look at that pic. XD XD XD Oh boy, come back here from time to time and look at that cat, I swear you'll laugh just as hard as me.



Ok, this one was in Portugal, in a mall, on the toilet door. We really HAD to go to the toilet and then damn, we see this sign blablabla para limpeza blabla. But we notice other people still using the toilet, so P said: It clearly says - don't go to the toilet with a soda ("limps" in slang in Estonian). We started laughing so hard we almost wet out pants. XD



Me and my friend M, we had had a rough party the night before, so we had quite a hangover in the morning. We decided to go eat in Macdonalds. The whole time we felt like throwing up and we felt really down. So, I raise my eyes and see this:



Me and M were out eating (duh!) during Christmas holidays. I decided to take a pic of the menu. Crazy Estonians, look what they eat. Makes me wanna throw up, really.



So, me and P were in the school library. We start reading the titles of the books. Some of them had Russian titles so we mimicked the accent. When you see longer words in Russian then you kinda slow down and spell them. With this one it was hilarious.
Ljjjiiiiiiibbbeerrrrraaaalllljjiiiiiiisssszzzmmmmm
I don't know why but it totally cracked us up. Every time we see it in the library, we burst out laughing.


This particular book made us laugh because it seems as the title is Alan Bullock, Hitler and Stalin - Parallel lives. :D Who doesn't find comparing Alan Bullocks life to Hitler's interesting.



Ahahhahahah I asked P:
"Wtf, why do they have Star Wars in the school library?"
P: "BM, it's not Star Wars..."
XD XD XD


And finally something my sister left on the fridge for me. A short guidance to an afternoon bite.


Oh what the hell, if you're already here then check this out too. Our intention was to have a little cocktail in the evening.
I didn't count but we ended up drinking about 15 different kinds of alcoholic drinks. And yes, we drank all the bottles empty.


Ciao my sweethearts. :*

Today I said goodbye. I said goodbye because I am tired.

Tired of those warm eyes and that smile. The way that smile leaves everything uncertain and makes my courage fly out of the window like a flock of colorful birds every time it brightens my darkness.
Over and over again. And I feel it wont get light for long anymore. I want to close my eyes before that happens so I wouldn't be sad in the darkness.

I don't feel happy but I feel relieved. One soul doesn't always reflect the other, even when it feels like it does, even when it's meant to.

That soul wasn't what I thought it was.
I'm happy it is what it is.

I'm happy for the time together.
On the meadows, with moonbeams falling on us.
One telling the other everything about it's life. And the other loving every bit of it.

I loved the trips to foreign countries.
I hated when I woke up.
But it was better than taking the trip alone.

Things like that you don't forget. Things like that are magical. I can't promise I will remember forever. But I think.... I do think I will remember the feeling even after many many years.
Or then again, maybe I wont.
But I still have the hug I got in Japan. And I feel the warmth of the hand from walking in Africa.

I don't regret at all. That's for those who don't live with passion.
I lived and that light in the dark was my passion.
I just wish I wasn't the only one remembering those nights I flew through the streets.
:) goodbye

You, you were on a moonbeam
Me, I was on a star
Gee everything was blue, blue-green
Because everything was far

"Moonbeam" by Men Without Hats