The Girls Are Back!

Desperate Housewives season 5 premiered last night and I must say that we are in for a lot of new drama, set 5 years in the future from where we left them last time. I will not spoil the fun, but as already showed in last seasons finale, some major development takes place. The Scavo boys grew up to be even more trouble, Bree is running her own business, Gabrielle had two kids and let herself go and Susan is no longer with Mike...

The Wannabe Princess Had It Coming

I went to SIP with some friends last night and I must say, that i am getting more and more upset with the way people behave there.

Well, SIP was always known as one of the snotty places here in Geneva with a very weird and random door policy. Getting in is completely dependent on the mood of the bouncers. I personally never had problems getting in, except once when I made the huge mistake to talk to somebody who just got bounced. SIP used to be full of internationals dressed in a nice way and usually their mood would be more on the friendly side of things.
Basically, it´s an upscale Shakers, a big meat market, where guys and girls looking for that special someone. Maybe for ever, maybe for the duration of their assignment, maybe just until the next morning. All of us who are either taken or not looking in the moment can be considered extras.

I find it very interesting to watch the mating game since I am interested in psychology and understanding people and the force that is driving them.
I must say last night was very bizarre. Bizarre to an extend that I started wondering what happened. There was so much aggression in the air that I picked up on it and got aggressive as well.

Usually the girls are on the dance floor, dressed to the nines, having so much fun with their other female friends while the guys are at the bar, watching what the night has to offer them, standing there nodding their heads to the beat of the music. Not so much yesterday. The girls were on the dance floor, but were moving around like robots with a facial expression that would make you think that each and everyone of them has buried their parents that day. But still they were on the dance floor craving for attention of the guys, who didn´t seem to be that interested that night. So many resorted to cruising the room. meaning that they would walk around the bar, parading themselves like merchandise. SIP is always packed, so it´s not easy to just circle around as you please, you have to squeeze through the masses. Apparently they are not used to the fact that the crowds will not part as they walk by. As you can imagine, they just pushed their way through without any respect for others.

Since I am taken, and not into women I do not forgive so easily if they step on my feet or jam their elbows in my side without saying sorry afterwards. I tip toe around packed clubs like a friggin ballerina, constantly apologizing, trying to get through the masses withouth leaving an imprint of my shoes on top of peoples feet.
One of these girls decided that it would be so much fun to squeeze behind me, flirting with some random dude at the bar. To start with, she was wearing this very unflattering black number, had a face that would look just right at your local hunted house and a set of the most hideous breast implants I have ever seen. She was veeeeeery skinny, so had no fat tissued to accommodate implants the size she had. It basically looked like someone bolted two grapefruits to her chest. Bad looks aside, she had one of the worst attitudes I have seen in a long time. She was moving back and forth, always pushing people aside, looked angry at you that you are not granting her highness the space she deserves and the thing that drove me over the edge was that she would constantly step on my feet with her ugly high heels. Thing is, I like nice shoes and I hate, HATE, hate when they get scratched because some arrogant wannabe princess can´t stand still in a crowded environment. After the 20th or so time she stepped on my foot I had enough. I waited a couple of minutes and seeked revenge. I looked down and starting grinning like a mad men when I saw that she was wearing those strappy sandal thingies. I Iet myself fall back as if i got pushed by someone and stepped on her foot with the corner of my heel letting my whole weight shift on that leg. She screamed liked mad, I turned around, uttered "oh je suis tres desole" with the hardest german accent i could come up with, looked down on her fake boobs, started to giggle, turned around and walked away. She looked very shocked. She had it coming, and I simply lost my temper. I am aware, that this is not a nice way to behave but enough is enough.

So the lesson we learn from this is, that although you are a girl, you might not be as pretty and fabulous as you think you are, that not all men will worship you and that you might end up pissing off the wrong guy who couldn´t care less about you, your horrid boobs or the fact that you are on the hunt.

Be more friendly.

Magazines For Geneva!

I would love to be the editor-in-chief for Mwah magazine. I would rename it Mwah Mwah Mwah, since it´s Geneva afterall. Maybe a spin-off called DARLING! would be a good idea too.

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Busy In The Real Life

In case you´ve been wondering what I have been up to this summer.
Here is a quick overview:

Ulli is angry that the new Facebook ate all of his previous updates.

Ulli is about to doze off.

Ulli thinks you should give yourself permission to enjoy things when the going is good, despite the fact you know the good may not last forever.

Ulli is getting a Wii. So be prepared for WII Sports turnaments.

Ulli is so wants "all star cheer squad" for the Wii. YEAH, bring it on!

Ulli is off to Germany.

Ulli is ok with Madonna´s show yesterday is going shopping now.

Ulli is very MEH ce soir.

Ulli is coming home tonight.

Ulli is back in Switzerland.

Ulli just worked out on the Wii fit.

Ulli is a round-spectacled, black-gloved torture master who emits a shrill giddy laugh after every sentence. Mwahahahohohihi.

Ulli is not allowing the world to end tomorrow. not before he has his next generation Mac.

Ulli is looking forward to seeing Corinne next month.

Ulli is wondering what he is.

Ulli really liked "Das Leben der Anderen".

Ulli "Friday, really?! Hmm,but i don´t wanna go out!".

Ulli wants his old Facebook back.

Ulli wonders why the weather is bad ever since CERN started the LHC.

Ulli is freezing cold at Scandale.

Ulli doesn't like alternative people, they're usually poor.

Ulli wants to be the sidekick of "drunk" Lluvia at Mascotte. Wilkommen, bienvenue, welcome...

Ulli is about to faint, hopefully he will hit his pillow and not the night stand.

Ulli can walk in 5" heels, even dance in them.

Ulli is not so sure about the carpet under the dining table.

Ulli is grateful for the privileged life he has.

Ulli is working out while watching the latest episode of 90210.

Ulli just got hooked on "Damages".

Ulli is in bed with a cold.

Ulli is feeling way better.

Ulli is in the middle of a very yummy dinner.

Ulli is partying with the genevois. scary.

Ulli ist ein schlechtes Vorbild.

Ulli is considering buying a fur coat. Can someone turn on the friggin heat?!

Ulli is Tom Cruise jumping on the couch crazy.

Ulli just booked his flights to see Corinne. Is happy as a clown.

Ulli sipping hot chocolate with a bit of baileys watching a movie. Autumn nights, how I love them.

Ulli is learning about no load mutual funds while cooking Soljanka.

Ulli is so happy that Geneva finally has an Apple Store.

Ulli decided that it is time to start blogging about the unimportant things in live again.

Finally!

Geneva finally has an Apple Store.

The black box, we all more or less wondered about the last bazillion months on rue de marche is gone and revealed a sleak new apple store. More details HERE

Before

After

Now they only have to come out with a new range of notebooks. My trusty old Powerbook is about to die and I need a new computer with more than one USB port, yes Macbook Air I am talking about you, you are pretty on the outside but disappointing on the inside.

For the record, I hate hate hate the Iphone. 2G, 3G doesn´t matter, I will stick with my beloved Crackberry.

I Am In Love!!!

His name is Jørn, isn´t he pretty?!

By the way, I am back and this time for real.

Back To Blogging

WOW, time shifted into fith gear and I was way to busy in real life to update my blog.

Yeah, I know, lame excuse. Anyway, after watching episode one, season one of Beverly Hills 90210, don´t ask, I am up for blogging again.


Will work on a new post tomorrow.