A walk to remember

Im out walking with Erik.

- Gabbis, you are like an anchor.
- I keep your feet on the ground and balance you in your life?
- No you drag me down with you. 

Whatever does he mean?

Found it!

When you move to a new country, there is a lot of bureaucratic and practical things that you need to fix. Like finding a place to live, getting a bank account, get a maltese ID. Since I didnt even know where Malta was located when I on a whims accepted the job I got here, I had even less knowledge on how to get all of those things.

But I was lucky. A guy called Erik who started the job at the same time as I did, had already lived here for 6 months and he taught me every thing I needed to know. Even though he is a nice guy, to be humble about this has not been his greatest strenght. According to him, he is wiser, smarter, a faster drinker and apparently BETTER AT CREATING MENTAL PICTURES (prff) than I am.

But the other day, he found out that you needed a national insurance number before friday - otherwise they would deducte your salary. I was calm, because I already got it a loooong time ago. The unthinkable then happened, Erik asked me to guide him to this place so he would not get lost.

Apparently, he doesnt read my blog and have not read this post, or this one and ESPECIALLY not this one. And I was not about to tell him, because tomorrow, THE STUDENT BECOMES THE MASTER.

Gabbis - the Maltese Guide

If I dont get lost that is, because when I went there, I took the bus, then I walked in circles for two hours and accidently found it after sitting on a bench, almost giving up.

Subtle messages

Today I found a white board at work with a picture of all the french people working there. I decided to not give up hope on my french love - and sent him a message...

Why you should never talk while being drunk.

Do you guys remember the french guy that Im stalking at work? The other day I learned his name - still have not learned any french though - but at least I can look at his profile pictures at facebook. Yesterday, some of my coworkers and I celebrated Swedens win and went out.

There I met some french guys and we soon realized that they work for the same company as me. After a while, the subjects of conversation started to run out, so I decided to tell them of my eternal love. Yes, I used that term "eternal love". I continued on describing how I had stalked him on facebook - that he is the BEST LOOKING GUY IN THE WORLD and that I would marry him in heartbeat. I also described our future together, with nights in the south of france - drinking wine and enjoying classical music etc etc. I seriously held a 15 minute monologue about "how awesome this guy is" - please remember that we only have said hello to eachother.

This morning, I realized what I had done - but figured that they probably would not remember this conversation since they were a bit drunk as well. I came to work, went in to the kitchen - and there he was - my eternal love. But instead of saying Hello - he looked petrifiyed and ran out of there as soon as he could.

So I guess I have to find another french love to adore - and probably keep quite about.

Varning! En ordvits!

Jag sitter på jobbet och beklagar mig för min arbetskamrat Anton över att alla röster jag hör när jag har öroninflammation låter som robotar.

Anton: När jag var liten opererade jag bort halsmandlarna, då hade jag en jättepipig röst.
Jag: Va, på riktigt, hur pipig då?
Anton: Pipig.
Jag: (Försöker göra en pipig disneymus-röst) Heeej det är Anton.
Anton: Ännu mer pipigt!
Jag: Hur är det ens möjligt? Var det alltså mer: Hej jag är DiskAnt-ton?


Lite irrelevant, men det fick mig att tänka på det här:

Ordinary (and very boring) blog update

Hola los gentos!

Sorry for the bad update, but my life is a bit crazy right now. I dont think I´ve slept since 1997 (actually, I took a nap about 5 hours ago, but this day has really felt quite retro). The last couple of days Dajana and I hanged out (until she sadly had to leave), Ive been working, eating fish, being a turist, drinking some random afternoon beers, got a promotion, and also; got rehired by my old job. So right now, my schedule is a bit hectic with a hysterical schedule:
05:30 Wake up.
06.10 Actually wakes up.
07.00 Start work
15.30 Finish work
15.30 - 16.00 Walk
16:00- 18:00 Free time aka buy food, cook food, eat food,watch Jersey Shore.
18:00 - 23.30 Work for my other job.
23.30 Brush teeth
00:30 Fall asleep while watching an episode of the Smurfs.

So basically, I do everything besides sleeping. This morning when my alarm went of I could not understand what the alarm wanted me to do. After snoozing for half an hour - I figured out it was a sect and that I should keep my eyes closed. 10 minutes before I was supposed to go work - I figured out that Eye of the Tiger  by Survivor (my alarm clock song) probably didnt want me to go all crazy religious, just wake up.

But on monday, I finally have my first day off in like 10 days. I promise to re-appear here then. For now, here is at least proof that Im alive!

Nam nam nam

Gabi as a Maltese Guide

Guess what! One of my most awesome, smart and funny friends is here visiting me! Dajana arrived last night and this is what I have showed her so far.

Occationally being lost

The house of our Lord

The historical sites

A book club.