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Wednesday, November 9, 2011

Tortilla chips.

Last Sunday I went for a run with my colleagues for the second time.
They lasted 30mins. Made me proud :D We stayed stretching quite some time after our run and I taught them the arm killer move, the "piu piu" (the sound birds make in French).
I looks really innocent, you don't feel a think when you do it, but 2 days afterwards the girls were still cursing my name ;D

I saw a very good friend Monday evening. We did our basic beautician training course together and she's the only one from that class that I stay in touch with.
Z just moved not far from my workplace, it's like 10min from door to door.
She received me in her tiny 9m2 apartment where she had prepared us Phô soup and her mom's homemade spring rolls straight from Vietnam.
I ate like a pig.
Well only because she repeatedly refilled my bowl all the while ignoring my puny protests. Oh but it was sooooo goood...... Miam.

Tuesday was good work wise, the day was pretty much packed and filled with nice clients.
I ate too much peanut butter in the evening tho..... that thing is like a frigging drug !!
Like tortilla chips............... gah. Don't get me started...

My step-dad is in Sri Lanka at the moment, leading the construction of the houses.
Oliv's parents left today for their vacation there and are supposed to meet him in Galle in a few weeks :) That's so funny. I hope they meet and get along. Hihhiih..
I've also started exchanging e-mails with him. I really enjoy it, reading about his day, telling him stupid jokes etc.
I feel closer to him. I've always really liked him, but I've never really spoken to him alone, or had some "thing" with involved just the two of us.
Mom called me on Sunday and she was like "I hear you've been sending mails to each other. MMM-H." Pfff :D

Tonight's zumba was without Cat because she's on vacation with JD.
And for some reason, I KNEW that we wouldn't be having our regular zumba instructor, but someone to replace him.
I was a tall, pale, blonde lady. I liked her class, I was dripping sweat at the end, but it was kinda nice. I felt like I had actually done something. Hehe.
The other girls were just snobby and mean I think.. they kept whispering mean things about her, which I think was just caused by the fact that they had a hard time following the choreography since it kept changing all the time.
Oh well.
The thing that gave away her true identity, was the third song that started playing.
I almost fell on my face when I heard it.
It was the Finnish celebration song for when we won the Hockey World Cup of 2011.
I stumbled my way through the whole song, trying to follow the choreo, but I couldn't stop listening to the song xD
After class I went and inquired her nationality.
We later on exchanged our names and I already added her to my FB friends list.
Hohoh. We Finns are everywhere, creeping to every corner of the Earth, working every job and slowly etching towards world domination.

True story.

Tomorrow we eat okonomiyaki ! And I'll finally get to present Oliv to Z and vice versa. So cool :D



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