Stilista mea drogata

V-am spus cand m-am tuns?

Da, cand m-am tuns cu bretonu in V. Mi-a mangaiat parul cu foarfeca, mi l-a strans, l-a taiat pasional si apoi incet incet, timid, incet. A stat sa se uite, sa masoare, sa se gandeasca, sa taie, sa taie, sa masoare, sa vada, sa taie, sa regleze, sa cioparteasca, sa egalizeze, sa taie, sa taie. Drogata dracului!! M-a tinut acolo juma de ora numai la breton.. era bine, ca puteam sa ma gandesc la ale mele, sa fiu in lumea mea, iar ea intr-a ei. I-a spus unui coleg ca luase niste droguri cu o zi in urma si inca mai simtea efectul.. iar eu nu mai ajungeam la concert.. Timpul se misca mai lent cu drogata asta de stilista.. Dar merita! m-a facut un shamponeur gen cu masaj si mangaieri si sampon si balsam si altele si mainile lui care se miscau atat de bine! Heaven!! Si pe urma am venit iar la drogata sa mai ajusteze.. mi-am petrecut acolo 3 ore pe putin! Cine a mai stat atata cu o drogata pe cap?! huh huh?!

Episodul 2

Ma duc din nou sa ma tund, fara sa-mi fac programmare la ea. A fost karma, jur! Tot pe mana ei am ajuns.. Incepe ea sa ma dea cu vopsea, termina sa-mi puna vopseaua, cand o vad!! Isi ia geanta, isi baga ipodu in urechi si iese pe usa afara.. sa mi se faca rau.. eh, zic, sa vezi ca se duce sa-si ia si ea un sandvich ceva, se intoarce ea.. De unde!! 45 de minute si 3 reviste mai tarziu tot plecata era.. incep sa ma usor ingrijorez.. cand apare poponaru shef. Adica chiar sheful. Zice, sa vezi, ca asta s-a dus la primarie, ca trebuie sa-si ia niste acte, ca trebuie sa se marite.. Oh, o fi gasit si ea un drogat s-o ia! Minunat.. si cum ramane cu parul meu?! Zice, lasa ca te face eu!! Mare noroc pe capu meu, tipul este cel mi bun !! bun bun ! (asta era pentru barbatii care il vor ;) ) in fine, ideea era ca noroc ca mi-a plecat drogata, ca am freza misto plus executata rapid ;) si am revenit!

Just what I like to think of a www - Work Wanna Week [40]

Monday
Just too much work will do, thanks! No time to breathe, yeah, my thingy! Give me some more, baby, give me some more. I’ll burn it all inside. I take pleasure in Monday mornings and getting all fussy about it.. Then give me some studying at the uni. Of course one teacher is not enough. Give me three. Bitch please!! 1 top teacher, 1 Rotterdam good teacher and a sumo man to kick our ass if we don’t behave, bro’. Then I take my late night portion of assignment and by 1 in the night I’m able to fall asleep like a tit-sucking tiny baby.

Tuesday
Obviously a tormented day when I need to get some music into my uncle’s stick, so to keep it alive. Two hours later, I get to Amsterdam to get some fresh look for work. I get home late for my date with the past – Sasha’s got the looks.. pff, I’m too tired for theatre pieces, I just shut up and cook for the man of the night. We get some drinking and smoking, felling good.

Wednesday
Took days off for getting up late, that’s so wrong that nothing can be righter! We’re definitely going to see some more of the city! I always fall in love with this city!! We make some chunks of Argentinean meat disappear and head home for some chilling. The other Oana joins us and we just enjoy talking for hours.. I blackout to sleep.

Thursday
Did you know that Thursday is a shopping day in Holland?! You better forget about it.. no, no – I better forget about it! I hate myself! I’m such a spender.. and then, oh, yeah, I just love myself, I can always make more money.. but well, gotta go back to my assignments for school. School, uni, study! Too much of it – most likely to kill me one stupid winter day. By then I’d be so smart, I won’t even give a shite. Nooooooo!! You’re kidding me!! My best friend from when I was 3 is getting married! What’s life coming to?! Where are we coming from and where are we going? And other existentialist questions strike me – better have a drink and smoke on it, see what it all resumes to.

Just another Wanna week [39]

Monday
God, I hate Mondays!! Man Mondays suck! Who invented Mon’s already??!! Anyhow, I need to crawl to work, pretend I’m awake, pretend I understand the Dutch they speak, smile and still look intelligent, don’t say “I don’t give a fuck about your reports, you compulsory-needy jackass!”. Meanwhile I need to get stuff for Jan’s film. The film needs to be brilliant; we have to bring the spark in, me, just the light, actually. Try to find that around this small country! I honestly wish you good luck for the power!! After 30 e-mails and already 10 denials, I just get my ass to school.. such a boring time. Oh well, at least I crush by my uncle’s.

Tuesday
The forever-artist is here. Should know better than telling Sasha to meet in front of the information point where there are 2 information boxes. Only listens to half I’m telling, if I don’t make my point quickly enough. And I never make it quickly enough. To no-one’s surprise, I forgot my phone and need to wander around the Central Station to look for Sasha, we’re finally there.

We go through long processes of explaining the strippenkaartjes in Holland, but then Sasha’s the guru. For some kind of strange reason every one gets what he says, never when I say it. Sometimes I think my words are just lines in the air, cues floating and some one reads them in the air. But mine just float higher or lower and they fade away quicker and sometimes they’re not that easy to catch..

Jee, I love subtleness! Anyhow!! Sneaked around the city, trying my best not to do take the usual tourist sightseeing tour, arrghh! Makes me mad. Same places. Then decided not to see Dam Square for a week. Not that I made it. But still a good decision for me, I swear that place has a magnet!! Like the little Dutch restaurant I like to go to.. so we’ve been there and stolen words from each other, so we could tell more stories, and more Romania and more Netherlands and more all the parts of this world! Then we forgot ourselves in smoke, alcohol and same old good stories..

Wednesday

Fortunate to be dealing with more Cash is King in the office, goodie! I’m getting pissed of because this guy’s writing me shit on how my Dutch’s not good when trying to sweep me off. How blond could one be?! I reckon it’s just the too-open-not-to-offend Dutch kind’a style and forget about it as soon as we get to The Hague. The sneaky beers get the mood quickly alleviated. We remember about times together and we forget about time. And about Jasper’s concert! Damn it, I’ve missed it again!

Thursday
Brutal awaken in The Hague, my body is almost crying from tired every-tiny-part. Lucky me I get cheered up by Frank-man, the Dutchie-German explosive combination. He collects war uniforms and other peculiar stuff that he never wears but spends money on. What a woman!! And then pretends he has no friends, for a change, just so you’d think he’s got some decency in him. So enough reason to enjoy conversation. Then I go back to the uni where the chief man-in-charge showing up like on ex and giving us hard time is doing his thing. I can only enjoy some more, I’m such a masochistic bunny about school. Keeps me kicking. And we – Sasha, Fane, Lydie, Jasper, me end up in Boterwaag talking about wedding traditions in Dutch and sex in French. We then laugh in Romanian, of course.

Friday
The everlasting way from The Hague to Amsterdam is bringing me down. I take my time to think about every bit of my life, as the train rolls slowly through the misty morning. No really, the mist makes everything different. The light is shining through trees like heaven-snow and microscopic particles sparkle in it, man, I love this country!! All natury pure! No day for working, that’s for sure! I have beer with my colleagues and friendship feelings are all around us. Can’t wait to see my sexy pillow!

Saturday
It’s the big film day! Good to see Janita, everyting’s prepared, but it’s not. Janita’s confidence is getting stronger with a prayer; the actress’s singing and mumbling in French gets me in the mood for Action! The actor speaking Chinese is in need of my coordination. We’re getting our

selves on the same page later on. Hard to have a race-nation-blood-connection where no one has the same – we’re so different – Asian-Europeans-African with so different backgrounds and lives, but so beyond and into shooting a short film in the Maas tunnel in Rotterdam. We just have a blast of walk-through the scene, rolling the cameraman in his wheelchair as dolly, hoping no one would pass through the scene and everything would sync! Long live Jan! We did it.. got home at 3, with new hopes in my head and new dreams crunched in my will.

Sunday
It takes me another long morning to realize I’m a good-for-nothing-lazy bihatch. But then again – I’m not getting any better! So I decided to move to The Hague again – there I’ve seen beauty as paintings in a gallery in Rijswijk. Australian shit with a Hong Kong girl as a muse. It’s like I’m in the Red Light district with all the naked women on the walls. I get home and feel cosy with my family and friends. Total persons = 2. I’m daydreaming about the Dutch guy – what can make a woman happier?! Maybe diamonds..