The Fragile Relationship Between a Dutchman and his Jacket

It was early in the morning. Too early to have more than 2 people at the 6th floor. One of them is me. The other is...

A dutch guy comes to work. Since he's working in Dublin, he has to wear a jacket, even though it's pretty much late July.

When he gets to his desk, he takes off his jacket. Since he has just moved to his new desk on this new floor, he looks around at the empty chairs around him. He spots an empty chairs, he heads towards it, then places his jacket nicely over it.

A little while later, a Turkish guy (it almost sounds like the Israeli, Arabic and American jokes) enters the floor, and stops next to the chair where the jacket rigidly lays. Imagine how surprised the Dutch man was (as a matter of fact, almost as surprised as the Turkish), while rushing to grab a hold on his precious jacket before the Turkish sits on the chair and ruin its perfect ironing!

This scene was repeating itself every morning for several days, different chairs, however. Until one day I noticed that he actually was brave enough to abandon his jacket on the nearest coat hanger. aaagh!

What about me? I'm just the Israeli girl who came to work quite early during those days and had the opportunity to witness these amusing events (to my humble opinion).

Dear Ex-Landlord!

You better don't mess with me, my blog and my SEO-Expert friends!
Don't let me use these resources in order to get back what was mine to begin with.

Sincerely yours,
Denya

The New Kid on the Block

According to a certain taxi driver, Yael is about to have a new neighbour.

Here's how I found out about this mysterious neighbour:

Elie: ohhh... I forgot to tell you

guess who's going to be my neighbour?

denya: whos your neighbour?

gingi?

Elie: better

so much better....

denya: cmon???

Elie: colin farrell

or however you write it

A Time for a Change

The day I wake up and ask myself what have I done with my life, has arrived.

Years ago, I was thinking to myself what I'm going to do and be when I'm older. Today's answer is not exactly what I expected it to be back then.

At the moment it doesn't matter what I believe I should be doing or what the main purpose of my life should have been. The important thing is that I blame my parents. For growing up in a city. Why? Well, for example I blame them for running in my schools stadium, when I should have ran on hills and mountains.

Why is it important that I blame my parents? Probably since everything I am now, profession wise, is what they expected me to be. Now that I have realised this, I can actually do something about it. Be what I expect myself to be.

Starting tomorrow. Just because I'm so tired and want to clean all my mess from the last few weeks, and then go to sleep. I need to be early at work tomorrow, so I can go and see some flats. Yes, moving to a different apartment, again...

How not to Write, Part II

Apparently, some haven't read, nor implement, my How not to Write lesson from last June.

I wonder, though, how long does someone have to live in the US, illegally of course, without knowing how to spell EUROPEAN...



In the picture you can see Ellen, our expert copywriter, pointing the fatal mistake. It is fatal, taking into consideration nobody have stop this from becoming a big sign alongside one of the main roads in Las Vegas.

By nobody, I mean the copywriter (he he he... yeah right. The copywriter of this sign was probably the grandfather of the owner, still living in Israel, who probably doesn't know how to spell his own name in Hebrew, not to mention English), the designer, the company which print the sign and probably others as well.

At least they had a great OrangeNana juice - orange juice and Limonana barad. Yum yum! Seriously! I had 2 (and had my reasons :-)

And please, don't be caught in my next How not to Write.

All These Years of Watching Animal Planet are Finally Paying Off!

While I was preparing to go to bed (I know it's quite early, but you should give me some credit. As someone who's jet lagging at the moment, I'm doing quite well), I spotted a creature with a very big tail out the window, at our parking lot.
Knowing it too big to be our neighbour's cat, I realized it's actually a fox. Yes, fox. Like the bad cunning fox in Pinocchio and Nils Holgersen.
This fox is the second one I got to see. The first one was in the Dunes of Rishon Lezion. It was quite a shabby one. But the one I saw tonight seemed to be real British beautiful fox. It was Awe-inspiring :-)

Unfortunately the fox went towards the road, so I didn't get the chance to even try and look closer.

So, I felt the urge to tell you as Dan didn't seem to be so impressed... Not as much as I was. Or at least expected.

And now I'll go to bed. Goodnight!

Live from Terminal 1, Las Vegas Intl. Airport

Unfortunately, my holiday is over.

Ellen dropped me at the airport, and I have 30 mins till my flight to San Francisco. Then I'll have few more hours before the flight to Ireland. That's ghetto!

I slept less than 4 hours, as yesterday we went to see the Phantom of the Opera in the Venetian. It was amazing! Then we went gambling. we lost $20. Responsible gambling, he he he...

Long story short, I had wonderful time, Both in San Francisco and Las Vegas. Both amazing cities, yet very different.
The first is somewhat surrounded by the ocean and the latter is surrounded by desert mountains and I cannot even find the words (in English) that can describe the respect (or Yer-a, in Hebrew) it makes me feel. That's such a simple word to explain such an amazing thing, But I really cannot come up with the words. Maybe I'll ask Ellen soon, or she can comment and explain. She's good with words, as we all know.

Anyway, It's almost boarding time, so I'll publish this rough draft of a post, apologies for any spelling mistakes that you might encounter :-)


By the way, this is the Red Rock Canyon, outside of Las Vegas. Amazing, isn't it?