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so who makes the best chinese in the world...he is sitting about 10 feet (3 meters) from me and wondering when the fuck im gonna post on my blog.

so hats off to ya chef man, you make sick chinese food, and i am stealing your recipe for the pasta sauce, which you force me to call a 'salsa' even though in english its a pasta sauce....too sick...

and he makes a mean tomato salad :)


other then feeding my ass, which i have done alot of this summer....hell yeah....glutton to the max.....i have done some intresting things...

motovun, was an experience again....hahah...if u can call it that

i took of my tent cover vs rain to save a spot next to my tent for klemen and the troops...and shit, for the 3rd time in 8 years it rained in motovun, and this rain fell while it was 104 degrees (40 for you euros).....so yeah...all my shit got soaked....the inside of the tent had a fucking puddle, my bag is soaked...so whats a boy to do...say fuck it, take his guests to a local agrotourism to get fed well, drink home-made rakija (brandy for you non croats) on the house, and see 4 girls get wasted at dinner.....then get back to his tent, still not want to deal with that bullshit, grab his trunks and make his slovenian cab driver take him to porec (30 km's west, which is like 13 miles, but on a country road so it takes nearly a fuckin hour) for a swim at 5 pm.....then he gets back to his tent...takes care of the bullshit, well luna does, cause nature called, and she folded and cleaned up the tent....while i used one of the 2 clean toilets in the area.....but not before waiting a dman near half hour in the line.

so tent is cleaned, shit is wet and destroyed....its time to PARTY....a bottle of rakija later, and wine for the ladies, and no one is really sure what or where are we, but hey thats fun, we do some touring around the city and dnacing...partying till at 5am im done....(will write why in the next paragraph) so we drive back to porec at 6 am (we finally get down from the city, to where the car is...way down in the valley) and somehow klemen drives withouth falling asleep and i try to keep him company but am dying to close my eyes, and my left one especially isnt complying, hence the current infection i have in it, and the need to go and drop some real cash on glasses...thats right im back in the 'i wear glasses to pick up intellectual bitches' club...anyways we sleep on the beach...mind you 7 of us in a car for 5 ppl....makes for a funny picture with 4 girlies sleeping ontop of eachother on the ride.....


so why was lav not a champ at 5am...shit...night before i went to bed at 6 15 am, and i say 6 15 cuase i looked at my watch just to be damn sure...sun was rising, and ppl in tents around me were waking as i screamed......'gooooooooood morning' into ever tent on my way back from what was preety dman cool night.

watched two movies, so i was all intellectual and in deep thought at the message in both films....(first movie dealt with death and how badly people cope with it, and really what impact it has on them....amazing...who would think aussies could make a good flick....look both ways....reccomendation) (the second was the winner of sundance, quincenera, sue me cause i live in miami and still cant spell in espanol, but hombres...io no care-o....about a 14 year old who gets pregnant, her cousin who is hated by la familia for being a thug (and shhhh but he is also a HOMO)...sick sick movie...again reccomend it to everyone) so after the movies, nemo was in motovun for the night so me and him also went to work on a bottle of rakija...but he wasnt being champ like, so i did the work solo, which i dont mind, as im used to carrying such burdens. but i bought a liter of coke and get this...the price was 6 bucks......what the fuck......apart from that....its like 2 am and nemo is done, tired and bitchy...so he leaves, and i meet up with the neighbours from my tent area, which i will write about after this, and we get a few drinks, but not before i notice that my boy is standing next to, a total fucking hottie, so me not giving a fuck, and well realizing that if she brushes me off i wont really care, i mean i do have my ego inflated to the point that a few bursts wouldnt hurt, and even getting rejected by motovun didnt do it, as i showed up and acted like i owned the place, talking to bosses and getting into movies for free, and dinners...hehehhee...i think im slick...feel free to tell me to shut up and stop blowing air up my own asshole....and instead do waht i do best and reverse the flow of air...hahahha, now that made me laugh...anyways the girlie has gren eyes.....ahhhhh.......hook line and sinker. somehow i see a thing around her neck nad think she is a volunteer and i try to catch her name but its one of those things for your phone, so she tells me she is nokia, naturally im motorola, even though my moto is dead and am using a nokia....and her frend has a great hat on, and i think we decide her name to be siemens or samsung..who cares...they study architecture and she has green eyes. architecture, all i meet in croatia are archietects....cant wait to come back in a few years and see waht she is up to....

anyways fast foward a few hours later, and random encounters with other girlies, including one who took a liking to my monkey boxers, and another who wanted me to pack her in my bags and take her to miami with me.....see why am i stupid and not intrested in these girlies who seem to want me, but instead i chase the eyes.....ah well....we end up going down the fucking steps from the old city...we get to the camp site, which isnt really a camp site but really a pot smoking, guitar playing and beer bottle center of the world for a week....after we make a drunken descent of what must be atleast a mile downhill, on slippery cobblestone...we see a bar that has been erected by the camp that is left unguarded...so the drunken troops descend and scream for a bartender to serve us beers...but then we notice that the door of the fridge is open....by open i mean unlocked....hahahhaha MISTAKE....so green eyes goes around opens the door, and proceeds to hands us out beers....we walk to thier tent, which has a big cover over it, and 8 of us begin to drink, me and some other plastered dude and chicks, we count our booty and see that we have 26 beers, and thats not counting the 8 that are open and being downed...hahhaha...pure gold...free beer tastes so sweet...

so yeah had a great time....now i gots an eye infection...which blows...but i got glasses which rocks...

and yeah chinese food was top notch...the chef rocks....even though he made me stir all the shit, which i didnt mind as i think maybe i learned something, maybe.