Friday, 7 December 2007

Chop-Chop



The pig halves have arrived. Two halves make one whole pig. There will be meat products and by that time I'll be using my new cell to document the process. Are you excited?
Btw, this pic is taken with my Dad's cell and that's why it's so small.

ETA: Crap, they won't be making sausages today and that's really the best part so there's nothing interesting to document. Oh well.

The Phone

I've inherited this.Now if I could only say goodbye to this...

Thursday, 6 December 2007

Fuck The Yellow Tape: The Wrap-Up

I am proud to announce that the package is on its way!
Remember how that guy said it would take an hour to process it? It took TWENTY MINUTES.
Remember how that guy said it would be around 30€? It was TWELVE AND A HALF EUROS.
It feels like I sent it for free.
Anyway, the woman that was there today said it should arrive in less than 2 weeks. Hey, as long as it's there before Christmas, I'll be happy.

Wednesday, 5 December 2007

ONE YEAR ANNIVERSARY!


Yes, I just totally congratulated myself but only because today is the One Year Anniversary of this blog! (I think I'm teething.) Well, that's technically not true since I moved it from myspace but what the hell, it's been one year since I'd entered the world of blogging.
During that year I met a lot of wonderful, funny, caring people and I wanna say to each and every one of them:
THANK YOU FOR READING!
Every comment you leave makes me jump up and down (if not literally, at least on the inside) and I love how they sometimes help, sometimes make me cry, sometimes are completely useless but at least they make me laugh.
THANK YOU FOR STICKING WITH ME!
(Dyck, if you make a "sticking it to me" joke... well, it'll just mean you're an unoriginal copycat.) And thank you all, you amazing people, for not only entering my world but letting me in to yours.

A little reminder

Tuesday, 4 December 2007

Fuck The Yellow* Tape!

It's fucking unbelievable. Bloody post office is ruining my Christmas.
YKM and I agreed to be each other's secret Santas. Minus the secret part, obviously. I said "Yaay! Let's do it, as long as you don't expect anything expensive cuz you know, that ain't happening." She said of course not so I assembled a package with some candy and little gifts I had laying around. Nothing too big, I've heard it's the thought that counts.

First of all, finding good Croatian candy - not as easy as it seems! It appears we eat a lot of Milka, Snickers, Twix, chew a lot of Orbit and Airwaves, and snack a lot of Crunchips and Mogy. Fucking import. But I did manage to dig out some of the candy and snack I like eventually.
Then I went to one post office to buy the box.
"Oh we don't sell boxes. In fact, we don't even take packages here. You have to go to the main post office."

????! Fine. I went to the main post office.
"One small box, please."
"Go outside, turn left, and enter the first door."
"To buy the box?", I asked thinking maybe she thought I was trying to send a package and they didn't take them in there either. But she said yes so I went out of the building, turned left and found the place that actually sells boxes.
"One small box, please."
"Show me what you are sending."
????!
"I don't have it on me."
"It's just that you might like one of those envelopes with bubble wrap..."
"No, I need the box."
"But if you're sending something small, the envelope..."
"I'm sending stuff I really need the box for!"
Finally he agrees to sell me the fucking box.
"Should I leave the box open before I send it?", I ask, just in case.
"Yes, you better."
A'ight. he also added that if the package weighs less than 2kg, it passes for a letter. Awesome, I figured.
So I brought the box home, filled it up with the goodies, wrote a Christmas card, and a letter, and around 1pm today I went to the post office in my village to send it. I was given a little form to fill out but not before I was asked this question:
"Why didn't you tape and tie the package?"
Dunno. Maybe cuz I was told NOT TO! Anyway, I filled out the form and handed the box and the form to the woman and she goes:
"OH! It's for BELGIUM!"
????!
"You better come later this afternoon cuz we're switching shifts and we can't do this now. "
#$?*!!@"!#! They said I should come at 4.30pm. Fine.
I returned to the post office at 4.30pm. Now a guy was there. I told him how I was told to return in the afternoon and added I didn't know why was that and he said:
"Because it takes about an hour to process it." ????! Seriously, it would be easier to send a kidney to another continent. Then he said there mustn't be any written notification in it. I said I wrote a card and a letter and he said I should take it out or it would be sent back to me from the customs.
???! So I took the envelope out. He weighed the package, said it weighed 900g and said it was good it was under 2kg cuz it would pass as a letter. And then he informed me that it would cost me about 30€ to send it. My jaw hit the floor. I'm sorry, but I didn't expect it to be that much. So I said I didn't have enough money and he suggested I make it lighter. He also told me how much it would be if it was 0,5kg and that was acceptable so I went home to fix it. Read: take stuff out. Oh and the only reason I had to take stuff out because the woman who was there when I first came told me I should put more stuff in the box so things in it wouldn't move. Apparently, they don't like it at the customs when stuff move inside the box.
So I got home and told my sister what happened (I told her yesterday how I was barely allowed to buy the box) and she said:
"You're really out of luck, aren't you?"
I nodded thinking of how my mother would put it: "If you held on to a dick, it would fall off." (Or it wouldn't function - but the impotent boyfriend belongs to another story.) And then she took out some money and gave it to me, to help me with paying for it. So thanks to my sister, I am sending that package if it's the last thing I'll ever do! Oh and the letter will come separately.

*yellow = red - The colour of Croatian postal service is yellow

Geek's Bday Extravanganza!

I discovered it today: I am a geek in making. You know what I asked from my parents and my sister for my birthday? You're not gonna believe it. Hell, it's hard for me to believe it too! I asked for RAM upgrade, a webcam and a microphone. Yes. Computer stuff. I'm getting stuff for my computer. Now, I have no idea how it all works. I just wanna have it cuz it sounds cool.
And I heard a girl can make money with a webcam and the Internet access. I'm sure there are freaks out there who are looking for diversity in the bosom department.
Just kidding. I swear.

Sunday, 2 December 2007

I Have No Title For This Post

Yesterday was a lovely day indeed. First of all, it was warm enough for me to wear a skirt in December. And even take my jacket off at one point. And that's war, people. Secondly, I got together with Maja and Anja for a coffee. But I'm jumping ahead of myself.
I was doing some shopping, nothing important, really. I sent out some Christmas cards and then went to the meeting point. But I was 15 minutes early and knowing those two are never early, I quickly went to a nearby store and bought me a shirt. Yes, that's how long it takes me to buy clothes (or boots but let's not go back to that). So we went to a cafe and talked and laughed and generally had a lovely time and when we were leaving the waiter told us to come again. Little did I know that I'd come back running half an hour later! I left the bag with the shirt there. Clearly I'm an idiot.