Pulit ukoll, ir-ragel, hej: "It's none of your business"
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December 13, 2009 at 12:59pm
Mind your own business – Harry turned me down
Se jaqta figura sabiha Brussel, il-boy. You can certainly tell he flocks with Saviour.
The Sunday Times, today
The Sunday Times is informed that Mr Dalli offered Dr Vassallo, who has good connections in Brussels particularly with the Greens, a post in his Brussels team. However, when contacted, Mr Dalli said: “This is not your business.”
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Joe Cassar (2 hours, 7 minutes ago)
“However, when contacted, Mr Dalli said: “This is not your business.””
How arrogant! I wonder if Mr Dalli will react in the same way when he faces the international press in his new job. If so, he had better prepare hmself for a rough ride.
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Some of them do make sense.
Perhaps he’ll say that to the MEPs while they’re grilling him?
I think he’s absolutely right. It’s not their business. If John Dalli offered a post to someone I’m sure he had his reasons. Nobody can accuse Mr Dalli of being stupid and please remember that his post in Brussels has NOTHING to do with Maltese partisan politics.
[Daphne – On the contrary, his post in Brussels has everything to do with Maltese partisan politics. Secondly, Marlene, he is answerable now not just to the people of Malta but to the people of Europe. He had better learn fast how to deal with reporters.]
jaqaw ma hadimx it tifel ghalek et titbaqbaq
Well maybe so. Anyway if it has something to do with learning I’m sure he’ll catch up pretty fast, Ha!
I may come across as being very biased, and maybe I am, but if I feel this way because I haven’t forgotten all Dalli has achieved for Malta with some of the decisions he took re- financial services among other things. Sometimes people have very short memories. Let’s not forget how easily people’s opinions are swayed when they suffer from amnesia in politics. We’ve seen it happen all too often in the supporters of the opposition.
Last Saturday evening I decided to take my two young kids and their cousin to Valletta, simply to see the Christmas decorations and activities and go have a coffee somewhere. I even wanted to visit the newly refurbished Piazza San George.
Once there the kids were having a ball running around and splashing through the fountain. As I was sitting on one of the benches in the pizza looking at them enjoying themselves, I happened to hear the conversation going on between an elderly couple sitting next to me.
Him: “Ara l-ilma jimbidulli l’kulur, tghid fejn jmur dak lilma kollu?”
She: “F’ghoxx rasu”
At first I though she was referring to her husband for asking such a dumb question, but when I heard the rest of her comments I immediately realized I was sitting next to one brainwashed woman.
For the next 15 minutes all I could hear was, “Hela ta flus, …ahjar issewwi t-toroq, …ghal-fanfarunati ninqalaw, …basta sallabna bit-taxxi….hela ta flus il-poplu, … funtana bla funtana, …il-monument tas-sette Gunju qalawh u remewh…nefqu nofs miljun biex inawgurawha… hela ta flus…t-toroq bil-hofor, hmieg kullimkien basta nifthu l-pjazzez” and much more on the same lines.
Even though it was supposed to be a private monologue between her to him, she kept looking at me waiting to see my reaction and if I would join in her grumbling. I kept an absolutely neutral face as if she was speaking in Chinese. At one point the husband left to go buy a bag of roasted chestnuts. I was about to ask why he wanted more when her had a whole wife for a qastna.
At one point she looked at me and told me …”mhux veru jew? qatta hela ta flus…”. At this point I could take no more. I looked back and told her “itlaq l-hemm” she started back and looked at me blankly as if I had given the wrong answer, “iva sinjura itlaq l’hemm ghax dejjaqtni, mur, minn bghat ghalik, ghalfejn qedha hawn, ilek kwarta tmaqdar u tgerger, gabek hawn xi hadd bil-fors? Jien ghogobni hawn kif gie, sabih u t-tfal qed jehdu gost u minn jghid li ikrah ma ghandux ghajnejh f’wiccu.” She was silent for 30 seconds and then went off again.
“Hela ta flus, …ahjar issewwi t-toroq, …ghal-fanfarunati ninqalaw, …basta sallabna bit-taxxi….hela ta flus il-poplu, … funtana bla funtana, …il-monument tas-sette Gunju qalawh u remewh…nefqu nofs miljun biex inawgurawha… hela ta flus…t-toroq bil-hofor, hmieg kullimkien basta nifthu l-pjazez”
But is it possible there are such brainwashed stupid people in Malta who cannot even acknowledge a job well done and enjoy it or at least let others enjoy it. How on earth did she think I was interested in sharing her grumblings, why couldn’t she shut up and try to ruin the quality time with my kids by staging her own private corner meeting in the middle of St George’s Square.
In the end I had to stand up and take the kids listen to a beautiful choir within the Place because the old bitch would just not shut up and I was in no mood for arguments. Luckily the kids just ignored her and I only had one question from my 4 year old who wanted to know who was the fat witch shouting near papa.
well… the old bitch was right…
nahseb ahjar tara u tghidilna naqra fuq il hajja personali tijak daphne,,,mux trid tindahal fuq kullhadd u tijak immoffa il bidnija ,,,tibqax injuranta u tiprova semma lehnek ma malta billi ”tboss” b’sorm haddiehor,,,,,,,,,,,,, ta… u ghamel pjacir lill malta mur aqbes
so hot