There is an American comedian lady, Karen something, hilarious as hell. She is hot and edgy, short blonde hair. Former basketball player, if I remember correctly she represented even USA in some important games! Anyways, one of her funniest story is about her mother, who was extremely terrified of everything and anything. Always warning Karen “dont go out to disco so late, you might get knocked in the head” or “you should not talk to strangers on the street, you might get knocked in the head” and so on. Its hilarious when she tells these stories.

So….. Karen immediately popped to my mind when I saw Amber Heard in the witness stand, and when they played the recordings of the various conflicts she had (AND CREATED!!!) with Johnny Depp. The point is, it looks as if this Amber had many knocks on her head. I thought these kind of females only excist in horror movies. No, I lied. I have seen such hysterics a few times in my life. They degragate the whole female population with their manners (or lack of such that is). How can anyone speak like being on constant PMS? Whats the hysterics? Wheres the pain? For fuck sake, I cant stand such terror! I am sincerely amazed that Johnny Depp did not react to such yapping, such hideous constant terror. I know I am not so patient, I would slap the crap out of such diva. 

I hear such eejits are among us. Always have been. Always will be. I have seen a few in my life. And boy, did I run! Run for the hills, man! If you see such yapping wannabe useless B I T C H, run for the hills and never look back. For when they noticed some females acting nuts and needy, they invented lobotomy. Now, think, females. Think. Chances are, you are one of the horror-bride from hell. I know its not easy to see oneself from the side. But there are some hints. Like when whole world is against you :). Even if you have perfect teeth.    

I am a female too, in case you did not guess it. But seems my body consists of higher level of testosteron than commonly given. I have slightly lower voice. I like Top Gear, heavy rock and metal (both materials and music), I love beer, I love 4×4 drive (though its rather vital in this end of the world), I love fishing, sauna, more beer. I built a house together with my mother when I was teenager. Its still standing! I build one now, slowly, but steadily. No hurry. And plenty of beer!

So I won the bet. I am not usually happy when I see the future. I dont see it often, but when I see its very vivid and colourful. I saw some two weeks earlier that HM husband prince Philipp will be leaving us. I saw 9/11 happening some four weeks earlier. I saw one of the biggest ship catastrophy in 20th century where 852 people died. I see horrible things but I never know where they will be happening. Except of some particular people that is. I saw the terrible split of Johnny Depp and Amber, I saw she is evil. But, where to announce that. I see things randomly, rarely the visions are with faces. Johnny Depp face I saw clearly and I felt instant pity of wasted time and effort. Betrayal, cheating, mistreating. Could not help but wonder, as they say in “Sex and the City”, how well I myself would be treating this worldwide known gem of Johnny. Think I would carry him on my arms since I have a lot of testosterone 🙂 🙂

I take I am proper nutter myself. Lazy as hell, but now, while already in age of “lady” not gal, I figured I need to cure myself with modern writing – blog. For fucks sake, people do it for years already! Why I did not start it a bit earlier, say, 2010? Perhaps he would not have to be Heard. Sorry mr Depp, I am slightly slow. But now all ready and able to rescue myself and you from barely surviving!

I must be old soul. Wish someone could “study” me and tell me. As I have odd “memories” of places I recognise, people I know, happenings that seem to be on repeat – and its all dejavu. You see I am certain that I have never been to Malta, and when I went now some five years back first time for holidays I recognised the streets, the aura, the houses, the coastline, the smells. I was walking around in odd haze, scared and heartfelt arrival to home, all in the same time. Breathing in air that carried me the smells of so familiar. I must have been looking strange as I stood there, staring at the incredible colourful balconies for the first time in this life. Because I sure have endulged the streets of Valetta some very very long time ago. I was in shock. A pleasing way, if that is possible.

Then I digged into internet and voila! found out my ancestors were running from Tunisia via Malta and Italy and perished to unknown. In Malta they had strongholds and an excellent place to hide their armada, coastline is perfect for it. Apparently some of them came further north to escape the enemy. Burian wars they were. I must have been there?

Or why I know so very well there is joint in some spanish portcity where I was the barmaid serving liquor to sailors and fishermen and danced on the table all night while drinking heavily rum? How can teenager recognise taste of rum when she certainly NEVER ever tried rum? Because we did not have any rum here. Only vodka, moonshine, beer and hideous (note / hideous that time) georgian wines.

I would like to know how old am I. 

I would like to know if I can cherish the one guy that pops up in my visions every now and then as if asking for help. I dont know why I see Johnny Depp. There are thousands of gorgeous men out there. I see only Johnny Depp. Is he sending me messages subconsiously??? Oy! You want to talk about it in person, perhaps?

So this piece of writing is second bit of my ticket. The ticket one needs to make it possible, if there is luck, to win in lottery. Jack – Pot – Sparrow 🙂 haha, I love to play with words and expressions.

Ahh, and one thing. Pardon all possible typos or grammar or wording mistakes as English is my fifth language and even worse – I never had any lessons. So, selftaught from music, some films even (well, that came a lot later as anything west-related was highly ferbooooooten!), mainly just singing along Modern Talking, Smokie and Europe without any clue of what they are singing about. Remember the tape-cassettes, recording, cursing the stupid host trying to be modern and TALK on the song, and then you got the blody tape stuck and had to……use the pen to make it right again.

Then one moment I got a job, a few jobs to be exact, while still in highschool. I then had salary something like 300 USD value. 200 from it went to rent, 100 remained to live for. And I was so desperate to learn English as there were first forigners coming as tourist and I really had to be able to talk with them. To get tips.  So I invested to Harvard dictonary, its price was my two weeks meals. And it weighed 3 kilos. And I was reading every word from A to Z, memorising the ones that I figured are useful. After 2 months of carrying constantly the 3 kilos with me I was fluent. I gave some UK and US tests to top score later on.

So now, this is the second post. Its nighttime here, or early mo, depends how depressed or happy you are. And I must say I feel very good, relived really, after writing. Its as if talking with an adult. Almost feels like a date! Its so strange and new feeling, dont know how to describe it. But its certainly a date. That could turn into a real date if Johnny Depp responds :). Quite exciting too – like fishing! You never know if you get any or have to go through shop on the way home!

Hoping for the magic of Internet!! 

Share, comment, ask – lets see if it ever reaches Johnny!

One should not waste the heartsong.