When all the busy days fuck you enough, when all the people around you tell you what to do, when all the people ask you why you changed your way to blog, the best option is just to be yourself and when it’s needed, beach is my best option to take a rest. From before till now, all what I have in my mind about vacation is only going to the beach, never have I been thinking to go to the cold place, honestly, because this country is so cold and the hot weather always annoys me, it’s different. I got people who asked me why I am changed, so what? On my blog, too, I am asked. But who cares? It’s me, me and me, maybe I don’t need to answer why, I don’t need to explain you why, just sit down and read if you like it, if not? READ! *hahahah!* I’ve never asked you all about that, I just read. And anyway, I am now typing this I got message from Raheel to change my skin, whoahahahahahahah! What’s so disturbing from this LOL I will change the skin but will have the same font size :D

Since 1999 till last year I always went to a tropic countries and when I was in Venice I couldn’t imagine how it would be if there’s a tsunami there. What I wonder is that the sea was so dead calm, the lagoon I might say and its colour is green. Venice is sinking and sinking nowadays and nobody knows how to fix (so far I’ve heard). When I was at the harbour itself, there were a stairs which could help you to step out of the ship, but the stairs were already lower than the sea itself so I was thinking like,”ah, you sink! Sink, sink! And you go to the hell!” What I think about the people there is that they are so fucking arrogant, so conceited and all what they think about is just money. You know it’s fucking hot there but you are not allowed to stand up in the shadow under the parasols you’ll find there. If you do, they will send you away from there! The best thing you have to do is just sit there to buy some drinks otherwise you’ll die by the sun. And when you loll on the wall in front of the restaurant or shop, the owner will take a glass of water and pour the wall with water so that you can’t loll anymore. I once was with the tour leader and another tourists, standing in front of the wine shop and few of them lolled on the wall, the owner came and poured it with water and insulted us with his fucking Italian’s language then we insulted him back with our language, we didn’t care whether he understood us or not, he was just fucking annoying.

Two years ago when I was with my ex wandering around the beach we went to the city in the night and decided to go to the bar which is located near by the beach itself. We sat on the third floor, at the terras. We looked at everything below, people came in and out and you know, all the girls usually wear tanktop or just a -you-can-see-my-boobs shirts, right? So when we were looking at the people he saw all those girls wearing tanktop with the big mountain inside. I was thinking to take a revenge because I knew my boobs aren’t big at all so I took another way to get attention from guys. Shit enough that those girls didn’t wear bra so you can imagine how big his eyes were to see them. I finally said,”hey, I am here! Motherfucker!” Sadly enough, the guys weren’t that cute but I might say that the bar workers and the bodyguards were better than this motherfucker so I started flirting them every time they looked at me *LOL* He was a lil angry but he couldn’t say anything to me because he knew he did the same to the girls, too. When we were about to go back I was drunk after drinking 4 big glasses of beer. I didn’t see the stairs and I felt down. You know what he did?!!?!? He didn’t help me in the first time but laughed at me. Damn this insensitive bastard must be killed. He laughed even though he finally helped me. On the street he still looked at butts and every time he saw a too big butts he gave commentar to me like,”damn those butts, ugly butts!” and I said,”damn this guy who walks beside me, fugly donkey!” while he was still taking my hand and walked together with me.