Na na na na

I am very sad right now, because my search for a song I heard on the radio today bore no fruits. Maybe it has something to do with the fact, that the only lyrics I can recall go as follows: na na na na na na... In case you're wondering - yes, that is indeed what I am typing into Google, expecting it to yield some results. God bless my naivety, I know.
Today I went to Prater with my boyfriend and his 9-year old brother. I'm always a bit nervous of being with his little bro, because we don't really have a common language to communicate in and I feel like a total moron... But seeing as am learning Russian, I gave that a go and even though I made some funny mistakes and he probably thinks I'm slightly retarded, I think he understood me :)) First we ate sour sweet chicken from Mr. Lee and we looked like a trio of hobos, because we were sharing one bucket between ourselves (I thought I wasn't hungry till I smelled the food) and fighting like bloodthirsty beasts with our plastic forks. Observation: men are like dogs around their food, I swear, do not touch them when they're eating and most importantly do not touch their food. My mistake :)) Then we rented Alexei a Segway and I was racing with him - FIY I had no Segway myself, I was running - and surprisingly I did not caugh my lungs out, which is a great revelation. I'm usually not around kids very often and I really enjoyed it, I was fooling around and dancing and overall being a kid myself.
Apologies for the reoccurring vampirism in the form of sparkling red eyes (that's right Edward, I drink human blood, you crybaby) on the following photos - let the fact that I am wearing a huge cross on my neck redeem me. Or not.

Překlad zítra, mám toho strašně moc na práci... Omlouvám se, mám vás ráda :))

Gray dress: Stefanel; Jeans: Miss Sixty; Scarf & earrings: H&M; Shoes: Bata; Necklace: Nomination; Rings: Guess and other; Nail polish: Dior

Update: My boyfriend just sent me a text message saying that his brother said: "Sabina finally learned to speak Russian." While at first I found that profoundly hilarious - "oh, so your retarded girlfriend can speak now!" - it was explained to me, that since he used the word speak, it means I was actually conversing coherently enough to be considered as talking rather than trying&failing. Hurray! :))