Palermo memories

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Eelmine nädalavahetus sai lõpuks väljas käidud. Sellel tüübil kes meilt üüri kogub ja siin koguaeg tillerdab töllerdab, D'l, oli sünnipäev. Alguses läksime tema poole ja seal sai natukene keelt kastetud. See on ülitobe et okei, kõik peaksid midagi kaasa tooma, aga umbes üks inimene seitsmest jõuab ka actually millegagi kohale. Pluss, alati ostetakse veini. Ja siis jõik joovad pika mokaga.
Mina ja P ostame alati Martini. Okay jah see on kallim, aga me ju ise ka joome. Ja siis igakord kui pudeli lauale paneme, inimesed lausa füüsiliselt ründavad et esimesena kallata saaks.
Panime siis seekord ka märjukese lauale ja kui mingi Adalberto mulle küünarnukiga makku oli pannud, sain ka ise klaasikese.
Siis sõime torti mis oli D ema tehtud. Paganama hea oli ma ütlen. Siuke ehtne ema tehtud tort. Faking hea.
Peale seda läksime kõik koos kluppi mille nimi on Blow Up.

Tegelikult veel enne sünnipäeva istusime enda pool köögis ja jõime veini. Siin müüdakse ühte mulliga veini mis on täitsa joodav.
Miks ma seda mainisin praegu, on selleks et anda aimu kui svipsis ma Blow Upi ajaks olin. Jalg oli kerge ja kõrv läikis.
Mul olid roosad sukad jalas ja Palermo jalgpalli teami sall (ka roosa) kaelas. :D

Klubis oli teine korrus Erasmusele reserveeritud, aga seal oli friggin palav, niiet me hoidsime ainult jopesid seal. Aga alguses olid seal laua peal mitut sorti pudelid niiet sai jälle kuivama hakanud keelt kasta. Sattusin juttu rääkima ühe Sitsiilia tüdruku Carolaga. Tal olid hästi vinged juuksed. Tumepruunid ja lokkis. Võimas lakk oli. Tal on boyfriend Floridas niiet ta rääkis väga head inglise keelt.
Üldse, nagu tavaliselt, ma plärasin ilgelt paljude inimestega. Üks tüüp, F, on tegelikult meie majaomaniku poeg. Ta on väga kena inimene. Selline uje. Ja ta on ilgelt rebase näoga niiet me kutsume P'ga teda Mozilla Firefoxiks. Ja ta oskab mingil määral inglise keelt küll, kindlasti paremini kui ülejäänud itaallased, aga igakord kui me kuskil kohtume siis ta on liiga häbelik ja hakkab kohe Itaalia keeles vuristama. Ja ma pean rõõmuga tunnistama, et ma saan kõigest aru. Isegi kui ma kastis olen.
Ta ei julgenud mulle alguses üldse silma vaadata, aga siis ma viskasin talle kohe käe üle õla ja laulsin happy birthday to you, kuigi sünnipäevalaps (võta veel üks naps) oli üldse kuskil mujal.
Ja siis F oli ka kuidagi relaxim.
Ja noh sealtmaalt läks juba pisut allamäge sest baaris olid kõik joogid ainult 3 eurot. Nad ei maininud et peale esimest kokteili enam pole. Niiet kõik kulutasid kogu oma raha ära. Ja esimest korda ma seisin baari ees nagu töllakas ja küsisin kas kellelgi raha on. Ja mitte kellelgi polnud. xD Ja siis ma leidsin seelikutaskust 10 eurot ja 2 mingit täiesti võõrast meest juubeldasid.
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Aga sellega oli veel see, et alguses ma seisin seal koos P ja poolakatega ja mingi mees mu kõrval küsis et: What do you want to drink?
Ja ma rõõmsalt ütlesin et martinit, sest ma sain aru et me seisame järjekorras ja niisama ajame tiba juttu. Aga siis poole minuti pärast ta ulatas mulle klaasi martiniga.
Üldiselt ma ei lase kellelgi endale välja teha, sest ma ei taha tänuvõlglaseks jääda ja ma ei taha juttu ajada sest ma olen selleks kohustatud.
Aga seekord oli jook väga teretulnud. Ma läksin peale seda kohe joonelt peldikusse ja ma ei näinudki teda rohkem. Peldikus oli P ja poola tüdruk N, kes tahtis ilgelt pilti teha. Maitea mis taevamannat ta sealt pimedas pelleris peeglist nägi, aga ju ta tahtis seda jäädvustada. Ta võttis mul ja P'l ümbert kinni ja tõmbas meid kohe julmalt põlvist kõveraks, sest ta on mingi pool meetrit lühem. Ja noh selline see pilt siis tuligi. Mina ja P, silmad krõllis, üritamas normaalsed ja kained välja näha, küürakil, ja siis keskel näost särav N.

Peale seda muutuvad mälestused kuidagi uduseks. Ma läksin välja mingi hetk ja kõik suitsetasid seal ja noh, ma ei suitseta, seega mul pole välksi ega midagi kunagi kaasas. Aga niipaljud inimesed pakkusid kohe suitsu. Ja ilma naljata, mitte ainult mehed. Vähemalt 3-4 naist ka. Pärast MM ütles mulle et ma seisin seal, kaheksa suitsu käes ja ma olevat neid kõigile pakkunud. Isegi turvamehele. Ja vot seda ma küll ei mäleta. Aga ma täitsa usun, sest purjus peaga mul tuleb alati see share and love meeleolu. MM igatahes arvas et ma olen purjakil olles väga kena inimene.
Tegi kohe südame soojaks.
Üldse thank god for MM sest siis kui me kluppi saabusime hakkas just live esineja oma viimast lugu tegema. Pikk blond naine, nägi kahtlaselt mehe moodi välja, mängis viiulit ja laulis veits ooperihäälega. Ja ma läksin kohe ette ritta ja plaksutasin ja elasin täiega kaasa. Alguses ülejäänud lihtsalt seisid käed ristis, aga kui ma tantsima hakkasin, siis hakkas paar Erasmuse inimest ka kaasa elama. Nojah ja siis pärast seal teisel korrusel ma korraga nägin, et seesama laulja istus seal mingi piiratud tara taga sõbrannaga ja jõi veini ja ma ronisin üle selle nööri ja läksin teda kallistama. Ja ütlesin et mulle ilgelt meeldis ja et kas ma ta plaadi võin osta. Ja kujutad ette tal oligi plaat kaasas. 15 eurot. Tra ja ma ostsingi selle ära. No ütle hullu. Ma pole seda kordagi kuulanud veel. 15 eurot on sitaks palju raha, eriti kui sa aint makarone sööd koguaeg.
Ja siis ma andsin selle plaadi MM'ile hoida. Ja pärast P ütles et mingi 3 tundi hiljem MM oli talle nukra häälega öelnud, et : BM makes me hold this...
XD
Ma olen jube inimene, lihtsalt piinlik. Aga enda kaitseks ma võin öelda, et ta tuli vahepeal ja ütles et do u wanna take ur cd ja ma väga rõõmsalt ütlesin et jah muidugi, anna andeks kullakene, ja võtsin selle enda kätte, aga see pudises kuidagi läbi sõrmede mul ja kukkus maha ja siis ma hakkasin seda üles võtma ja astusin plaadile hoopistükkis peale.
Ja siis MM võttis selle enda kätte uuesti.

Okay siis veel üks jupike juba pool aastat hiljemast ajast, kuskil juuli kandis:

Yesterday night me and MM went to a Mexican restaurant. It was great! Beautiful decorations and great (but spicy!) food. We took cocktails too and I must admit, I got a bit tipsy. :D I took a mojito, I've been dreaming of drinking one, for a long time, as it's so goddamn hot in here and I'm always thirsty. Yesterday night was 27 degrees and the humidity was just killing me. It felt like you're constantly swimming in a pool, with millions of other people, and a quoter of them are also peeing.
After eating my head was spinning and when MM got up to pay, I felt I couldn't get up myself. So when the waiter came, I just pretended to be drinking water, so I wouldn't embarrass myself by crawling from the table to the door.
Outside pretty much everything made me laugh and MM, that innocent soul, said I was cute. :D
Then we went to my apartment where I changed clothes and tried to do my make up, but it kept melting off. Later he dropped me off at Ballaro, the market, and drove away. I met P, the third floor English girl R, the first floor German boy S, a Romanian boy C (during the first semester there was also a Romanian boy with the same name - Catalin. But we kept calling him Katakomb. xD), and a Portuguese girl... deem I don't remember her name, but she was cute. P had a bottle of wine and tried to explain me that she was pretty drunk because she had some shots of Sambuca and something else (plus the wine bottle was half empty xD). It's so lovely how all the nations of the world L O V E to say "terviseks"! Some say it sounds like dirty sex. :D Anyway, whereever I am, whoever I'm with, they always yell TERVISEKS! So sweet! :)
The English girl, played Kings of Leon's "Sex On Fire" from her mobile and we all sung along. We were actually waiting for the first floor Spanish girl G, who is a total loonatic, in the best possible way. She is fucking awesome :D Always so energetic and funny. So we kept yelling her name, as loud as possible. Her last name is Diaz, and you know, how they pronounce the z, like they have no teeth. So thats what we did too. I bet it seemed really strange to people passing by, when we just randomly, shouted over the street DIIIIIAAAAAAAAAAAAAZZZZHHHHHHHHTTTZHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Finally we got to Drunks, our favourite pub. (By the way, one of the bartenders had a shirt that said: the Lord of the Drinks! :D how cool is that!)
There I saw this Spanish guy who is reaaally great, but sadly, it was his last night here in Palermo :( last night of his Erasmus. He was sitting and playing the guitar, which he, by the way, decided to smash later that night, and I went to him, hugged him and told him what a great guy he is, but at the same time, by accident, I managed to pour my drink down his shoulder and his back. Which was sooooo embarrassing xD xD He didn't mind though. I was pretty scared at first because he is an aries, and I kinda expect them to react in quite a loud way. But no, he acted as if nothing had happened. xD
Then me and P decided to move on to Piazza Magione to meet the other Estonians. We said goodbye to everyone. It goes like this that you start from the left and then just go through each and every person and kiss them twice on the cheeks. Pretty awful, when there are many many many people. G, the Spanish loonatic just grabbed me and kissed me on one cheek for, I'm not kidding, at least 50 seconds. It just went on and on and on and on and she made those grandmother muahhh sounds. When she finally let me go, some random Italians clapped their hands.

When we got to Piazza Magione we sat down under a tree with our drinks and started playing the bottle game because there was an empty beer bottle on the grass. It went like this: The neeeeext one...has to say an animal starting with l ......the neeeeext one has to say a fish starting with l..... the next one has to say a slimey animal with r.... the next one has to say a fox with f.
Between all the spins we laughed like crazy. We sat facing each other but suddenly there were 7 (!) guys sitting next to us, so we formed this pretty huge circle and they tried to kinda blend in with the game but we stubbornly just played with eachother. Everytime the neck of the bottle faced any of the guys, they tried to say something, but we just yelled JÄRGMINE ÜTLEB R TÄHEGA....REBASE! (next one says a fox with f ) and spinned it again. After finishing the drinks we just got up and walked away. It's the thing with us, we usually don't talk to people, especially if they look weird, bald or pervy. I have no interest whatsoever in them. I see many foreign girls answering to pervy looking locals, and before they notice, the pervert has already glued himself to them and they can't get away. I also don't like even most hot guys. I don't know whats wrong with me. Maybe I have a flirting limit and it's full. The guy has to attract me physically mentally, I don't know. He has to be friggin awesome. Other than that, I have no interest. I prefer playing the bottle game and going to sleep.
But that night we didn't go to sleep, no no no. We went to a bar that's called Peppe Nero, just to use the toilet. While standing in the line, we thought about getting a new drink from the bar. But I started thinking that what if the glasses here are really small. :D Really, it's like, it's 3 euros everywhere, but some places have tall glasses and some really small. So I started wondering how to ask it in Italian, as nobody understands English here anyway. I asked a guy infront of us and after a long and tiresome explaining he told us: quanto alcol c'e nel bicchiere. So I went to the bar, asked it, with a really really soft tongue, and tatatatat the glass was very small. So screw it, we just used the toilet and left.
By that time the Estonians had arrived with 2 french couples and we sat behind a table on the grass.

Üks luuletus, mis meeldis:

The Look   by Sara Teasdale     

Strephon kissed me in the spring,
Robin in the fall,
But Colin only looked at me
And never kissed at all.

Strephon's kiss was lost in jest,
Robin's lost in play,
But the kiss in Colin's eyes
Haunts me night and day.
     

Today we went to the supermarket. Infront of my building, a creepy looking hindu guy told me: you are my goddess!
Isn't that nice. To be somebody's goddess. And then I started thinking... aren't all the goddesses in Hindu religion half animals. Like with a head of an elephant or a monkey?
Maybe when I came out from the house, the guy was like: wow Ganesha!!!

Then in the supermarket I wanted to pay and the guy decided to practice some English. The machine said 15,80. He said "fifteen" and then he obviously got into trouble. He went all red and tried all sorts of random numbers but never got to 80. So I just quickly gave him the money and left. It's a pity, because Sicilians usually don't even try. And now he did and failed. And in the future he doesn't want to try anymore. :(

Me and P were walking on the street last night, when a car passed by and a man yelled from the window: DESTINYS CHILD!
And P said: Oh great. I'm a black woman now.
It made me laugh so hard. XD How many girls wanna be Beyonce. Well, not us. :D Then the guy slowed down and drove backwards to speak to us. He kept naming all the European countries. I told P I was wondering when he would get to African countries. Next time I have a chance, I'll ask some Italian guy: Where are you from? Nigeria? Somalia? Maputo? St. Johannesburg?

It's like some weird game. They name all the countries they know and except us to cheer and yell BINGO when they hit the jackpot. And then we'll all be best friends and walk into the sunset (or their fiat) together. Well, ain't gonna happen.

Some nights ago when we were going down the stairs, I told P: slow down, I need a drinking break like the runners . Like Jaak Mae.
And P said: Jaak Mae is a skiier. We were very drunk so it mades us laugh like crazy. You can picture how the neighbours love our "goinnnn down the stairs at midnight, feelin all happy" moments.

Detsember 2009

Ma istun diivanil ja söön torti. Käes on päev pärast jõule. Nelja päeva pärast pean taas Palermosse sõitma. Tulin koju vaid jõuludeks. Hea on süüa kodust toitu. Söön seda tegelikult tunduvalt rohkem kui peaksin. Üritan naudingutest viimast võtta. Silmade taga ujuvad juba lihapallid ja kõrvust pressib kartuliputru välja.
Palermos ootab mind... ootavad mind... Seal ootab mind ühekorraga palju asju ja samas mitte kui midagi.

"It's bad that I met you. Before I thought life was perfect. Now I'm always missing something," ütles mu eks. Tunne on kurb.

Parimaid sms'e Palermos:

s: so girls, i am waiting
s: hey girls, would you like to smoke my nargile?
f: where are u? we are at mora mora, lewt me know!
l: where do you are?
l: i dont know, it dipends if i find a car parck i sand an sms
g: un bear the cathedral, where are you?

19:45Claudio

are you studing????

19:45Stella

ahaha

:D

alllllll the time

19:46Claudio

yes yes iknow......

19:49Claudio

i think that you nn fai un cazzo...

19:49Stella

ahahahha

erasmus - education first!

After staying in Palermo for 2 months:

How many times have I started this post? I think five. Everytime I've written about something different. Then I tried to mix them all together but I failed because some were super happy, others very depressive. And I understood it's not easy to put down all my thoughts about the 2 months I've staid in Palermo and had my Erasmus in one post

I've sat on the back of a car at night, going 100 km/h in the city center, listening to "When love takes oveeeeeer" on max volume, I've spent nights in a room with 15 degrees and a dripping ceiling, thinking about diving from the balcony. I've drunk bottles and bottles of vodka, I've gone to a real Casino, I've laid in bed sick, wishing to have my family with me.
I've done things that make me go red like the apples in the markets here, I've done things I'm really proud of. I've been happy, I've been sad. It's not possible to set one mood for the whole post.
I've slept whole days, I've slept whole nights. Yet I suffer from serious sleep derivation because I drink every week like an animal (who, clearly, drink a lot) and it has happened one too many times that I don't have time to sleep enough between parties.
At the same time I can't say that Woohoo! never been happier. Because humans are greedy bastards, never completely happy and they always miss things they don't have.
First and foremost I miss my own personal circle of friends who can make me happy, sad, giggly, annoyed, but they never leave me cold. Here it's one person after another who just parties with you but doesn't really care whether you exist or not. Maybe I'm unfair and there are people who care but it's me who has been cold. Well, that's life. What I want to say is that I miss being with my sweet friends who I feel so comfortable with.
The second thing I miss is food. Gosh how I grave for Selver. In my dreams I enter the pearly gates, pushing a trolley infront of me, stuffing potato salad, desserts, chicken nuggets, Finnish pizza, all sorts of warm food and even friggin borś into it.
Damn I miss homefood so much. When I'll come back, I'll take a taxi from the airport and go straight to Selver. I swear, I will cry when I enter. I will cry like a little child when I pile up nuggets and potato salad. And Kalev chocolate and all the shitty Estonian ice cream which has no taste compared to Italian ice cream, but what I looooveeee sooooo much because I'm used to it.
I will practically fly to the corner where they sell warm food. Gosh....I will buy everything. Well, except the spaghetti. %-D
And then I will go home and put the TV playing.... and I will sit ALONE in my living room, with both TV and the radio playing, like always. And I will just sit and eat and watch TV. And then I will turn on my laptop just to see how fast the internet is. And I will download all the series in the world. And then....then I will put switch in sauna and I will take a looooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooong looooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooong shower with boiling hot water.
And that's what the third thing is - my apartment, privacy. Also my beach house with my family in it, with my dogs.



But who cares what I miss, right? I'm here, I'm doing Erasmus and the boring nights in my boring Sicilian apartment are worth the fun I have when I exit!

I regret not writing everything down earlier because I have a hard time remembering things after 2 or 3 days. And now it's been 2 months. But I couldn't have been asked to write anything with those horrible hangovers. After parties me and P just lay in a completely dark room, both in our beds, sleeping and dreaming of Charlie the Unicorn for about 15 hours. Then we get up, take a shower, stuff something down or throats and open a new bottle of Vodka, or occasionally, Bacardi. Ready to party again.

Tonight I was, actually, thinking how annoying all sorts of feelings are. It's so much easier to be cold all the time. No love, thank you very much. New faces every day, new compliments every night. But unfortunately, it happens that sometimes you find somebody who you may like a teeeeeeeeny bit more. It sucks. It takes all the fun out of everything. I'm scared of it. I hate people using my heart and then throwing it away. I hate all this... checking on somebody's profile who they've been talking to ...or... if they have lost interest in you and they're flirting with somebody else.
Coz in general, stuff like that never interests me. I barely ever check somebody's pictures or lurk on their webpages, but I'm scared that what IF I may start doing it. Then I'll be a goner. I tend to love with passion and the breakup will be a passionate one too. And I don't want it. I want to be happy like a child. :)


I went to Malta for 4 days. On the first night, in the first club we entered, we all got on the tables and started dancing. This may be the best way to characterize the trip. Dancing on the tables. Dancing around the poles. Dancing crazy.
One night we had 48 shots of Tequila. Forty eight! I'm still alive. I think my liver isn't functioning like it used to and I think it's not possible for me to ever calculate without the help of my fingers again, but that's that.
Is Erasmus hella lotta fun? Yes it is. Is Erasmus difficult? Yes it is! Do I love it? Yes I do!
In Malta, there's this club street and it's awesome. It's packed with clubs. Right next to each other. All sorts and kinds. Underground and on the 2nd floor, big, small. All night long you can just go from club to club without getting bored. And in almost all of them you can get a free cocktail or the first drink will be cheaper or something. Boyyyyyy it was super cool now in November, I can't imagine what it's like in August. The craziest place on the planet.
Malta as a country is beaaaauuuuuutiiiiful. Plus everyone speaks English, and they have KFC, Macdonalds, Burger King and Pizza Hut all on the same street! :D
Omg, they even sell Orbit in the stores! My favourite chewing gum!
It was really refreshing to be there after Palermo. People don't stare at you like maniacs and nobody yells stupid shit to you. Men are beautiful. The weather is warmer - no jacket during daytime! And the streets are clean!
I've gotten so used to the trash on the streets in Palermo. I don't even see it anymore.
Anyway, Malta rules.

Here in Palermo I'm still struggling with school. Damn, Me and P are the only Erasmus students in our faculty, oh wait, one Swedish-Spanish girl too, but her Italian is fluent, so we are the only ones in class who don't understand shit. The teachers talk so fast and well, it's political science, so they do a lot of speaking.
Every day at 8 I go there, sit in the class, between all these Italian girls who look alllll exactly the same, take out my Su-Doku and spend 4 most boring hours of my life. Gosh it's impossible to pass any exams. Even if I understand some words, I have no idea how to write them down. I may understand what the teacher is talking about in general but I always miss the main point of the sentences. I have Diritto Internazionale, which is international law. The teacher came in, sat down, said: Diritto internazionale e...(I was like yehhuuuu I understand)un....blablablabalbalabalbalabalabalba(me: lost it).
It's really frustrating. Sometimes me and P get really depressed. We just sit there and look on the ground. It's getting better though. By that I mean we just care less and less every day. :D
It's horrible how things are done here. They aren't.
Got an appointment at 3pm? I start taking a shower at 3:30pm. There's no point to go somewhere in time. If a person wont be there an hour later, he/she wasn't there anyway.
Kinda nice if you think about it. No sweat.
On the other hand, it's friggin annoying when you gotta run some uni stuff for the Estonian teachers and the Italian ones are never in the offices.
Our tutor-whatever-lady works only on Fridays from 10-13pm. We went to her office at 12 and they said she left half an hour ago. :D Niceeeeee! I guess working once a week for 3 hours is too much. Woman's gotta rest!

I probably gotta repeat all the lectures in Estonia. But you know what? I don't care! Erasmus is worth it.


--- It was weird to read that post, now that I'm at home, alone in my living room, watching TV and eating potato salad. But yeah, I was right about Erasmus being worth every single not so nice experience or moment in my life. Erasmus is great. :)


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So what have I been doing for a month and a half?
At first things were new and weird and surprising. But now I've got my own little routine -
on Monday's I go to school and then I come home, cook, eat and lay in bed the whole day. Tuesday I got school and then, coz it's so boring, I go out at night and meet some Erasmus people for a beer or two. Sometimes I end up drinking more. Sometimes I get shitfaced.
Wednesday I've got school and then after school I eat and at night I gotta go out coz come on, it's almost the weekend! I get fucking drunk and end up dancing till my spine breaks.
On Thursday I've got school but man I got home at five, I ain't gettin' up at seven. I sleep sleep sleep, get up, eat and start planning the evening coz, hey, it's almost the weekend! I feel über shit but I still go out at night coz everybody goes to a specific bar to meet and talk about the week (basically Monday) and go clubbing later in a club that's always open on Thursdays. It's very gay but by that time I don't care coz I'm shitfaced.
On Friday I have school but my alarm doesn't work coz my phone fell under my bed when I came home at four. I sleep sleep sleep, get up, try to eat, think about throwing up and swear I wont drink for a month. Then in a few hours when the shops open (at 16) we go out and buy vodka and red bull for the night. Then we get shitfaced.
Comes Saturday morning. A migraine. I wake up in the evening and get up from bed just to hear what are the plans for the night. Don't really wanna go.
Nevertheless, in 3 hours I get shitfaced.
Sunday morning. No memories of last night whatsoever. New pics on Facebook. Great. Otherwise I wouldn't recognise the people who say hello to me on the street.
Nothing to do on Sunday night, so we go eat Macdonalds, meet some Erasmus people and have some beers. Maybe a breezer or two. Trying not to get shitfaced.
And voila, then the "schoolweek" starts again. Cough.



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Selle noodiga ma ka lõpetan.
:)