TA-DAAAAM!! Sa se auda tobele, sa facem zgomot, sa aplaudam !! Vine descoperirea secolului !! The Voodoo Plane!! Pun pariu ca habar n-aveti despre ce e vorba!! Pun pariu ca nu v-ati imaginat niciodata ca exista!
Sa va povestesc: Exista un avion cu care poti sa calato resti oriunde in lume in 20 de minute. Ca e din Olanda in Singapore sau in New York sau din Amsterdam la Haga, tot 20 de minute face tot timpul. Va veti intreba cum functioneaza avionul si cum arata? Arata ca un avion normal, doar e avion.. numai can u foloseste combustibil, ci sange uman. Nu se stie cam cat, dar e clar ca ii trebuie sange nu de oricare, ci de fecioare..
Dar acest avion chiar exista? O sa va intrebati.. ca si mine de altfel. DA-aa! Normal ca exista – va spune colegul meu care ne-a povestit despre acest avion. El vine din Zmabia, este zambian, colegul. Si avionul la fel. Dar cum de nu a aflat nimeni despre acest avion? O sa va intrebati, ca si mine.. pai e secret de stat in Zambia, de-aia! Habar n-aveti, ati trait degeaba.. ce chestii exista in lumea asta!! Si voi nu stiti.. iar colegul meu este foarte serios cand vorbeste despre vodoo plane si te face ep tine sa te simti nebun ca nu-l crezi!
Asta ca sa stiti!
dinsdag 16 december 2008
De ce-mi plac mie olandezii
Pai printre altele ca stiu sa negocieze. Si ca pana la urma fiecare lasa de la el. Nu e deloc ca la romanica gen – frate ce tzeapa i-am dat lu alaaa!! Gen sa te mandresti cu asta.. ci mai degraba te bucuri de ce afacere ti-a iesit si toata lumea a fost fericita.
Deci am avut party la firma. Intrarea costa 30euroi. Iar daca erai angajat gen membru acolo, grrratis. Dar eu inca nu semnasem contractul. Urma. Ce credeti ca a facut seful meu – s-a dus la HR si a zis – auzi.. vezi ca Oana o sa semneze contract.. nu-i bagati si voi pe gat 30euro, mai lasati din pret acolo.. – Pai cam cat? Zice managera de la HR. Pai cam ar trebui la jumate – zice shefu – ce crezi? – Da, da, e o idee buna, zice tipa de la HR. Si vine la mine – Oana, tu platesti doar jumate, da aranjam noi totul, uite, ia tu biletul…
Pai da!! Asa sa tot lucrezi!!
Deci am avut party la firma. Intrarea costa 30euroi. Iar daca erai angajat gen membru acolo, grrratis. Dar eu inca nu semnasem contractul. Urma. Ce credeti ca a facut seful meu – s-a dus la HR si a zis – auzi.. vezi ca Oana o sa semneze contract.. nu-i bagati si voi pe gat 30euro, mai lasati din pret acolo.. – Pai cam cat? Zice managera de la HR. Pai cam ar trebui la jumate – zice shefu – ce crezi? – Da, da, e o idee buna, zice tipa de la HR. Si vine la mine – Oana, tu platesti doar jumate, da aranjam noi totul, uite, ia tu biletul…
Pai da!! Asa sa tot lucrezi!!
Zeilen
zeilen (onovergankelijk werkwoord)
1 - met behulp van zeilen varen = sail, yacht
2 - een zeilvaartuig besturen = sail, yacht
3 - (figuurlijk) = sail
Context:
Am un coleg. Colegul are o barca. Cu un frate. Si tot vorbeam de cum e pe apa, si cum merge el cu barca.. iar colegul meu – altul - cioara s-a bagat el repede in seama gen – ah, da nu ne inviti si pe noi?! Si eu am mai ras asa un pic si colegu a luat-o in serios. Si ne-a invitat.. Io n-am putut sa ma duc atunci – nici nu ma-ncanta sa merg cu cioara pe apa.. nu de alta, da e panicos si te streseaza.. DAR! Am zis ca merg data viitoare.. io nici nu ma asteptam la data viitoare.. da surpriza! Hai sa mergem cu barca!!Robert, colegul, mi-a zis sa merg in Den Helder si sa ne intanim acolo. Den Helder e in Noord Holland, de la Amsterdam in sus, cum s-ar zice.. e un orashel de provincie, pashnic, un fel de Mangalia asa.. dar totul e mai adunat intr-un singur loc, mai curat. Pana si oamenii sunt altfel, foarte tipici.. mai lipsea sa fie in costume populare, ca in rest sunt ca de la mama lor..
Iar eu printre ei. Nu vezi picior de strain, da Oana mandra.. pe mijlocul strazii in centru.. acolo toti copiii sunt blonzi.. nu vezi kinezi si cum se-nnegreste treaba, ca la Hollands Spoor (dupa cum se stie!). Si am ajuns in port.. in port era un batranel conditzionat bine – gen cum sunt olandezii k arata cu 10 ani mai tineri, in comparatie.. aici e normal sa arati de 30 si sa ai 40.. ma gandesc cu placere la botox folosit mai tarziu..
Sa revenim – tataie cu barca lui fusese nu stiu ce ofiter in marina si pe urma a inceput sa calatoreasca in toata lumea, doar cu o barca cu panze si sa scrie carti despre cum sa calato resti in toata lumea cu barca p ebani putini.. desprins din realitate.. Si motorul a pornit.. inima mea inceput sa bata mai repede, si mai repede si imi venea sa urlu ca ma aflu departe de tarm.. aaarrhhh!! Ah! Si pentru cei ce nu stiu – eu nu pot sa inot, mi-e frica sau altceva, dar ideea e ca pot doar sa ma scufund cu success. Drept pentru care, toate senzatiile erau amplificate prin prisma adrenalinei suita-mi-n gat..
Si pe urma – weeeeeee!! A venit – ca o eliberare – largul marii Nordului.. si IJselmeer, in fine alta mare – am fost pe mai multe mari, si trebuia sa ajung si pe insula Texel, da nu ne-a ajutat vantul.. numa bine k a fost o vreme superba! Si mie nu-mi trebuia mai mult vant, ma descurcam si asa.. ah, da! Am condus eu barca, am facut pe capitanul si mi-au zis ca am talent!! Am invatat cum se spune cand dai velele de pe-o parte pe alta in acelasi timp cand invatam sa o si fac.. pentru prima oara mi-a s-a parut ciudat ca stiu cum sa zic in olandeza ceva, dar in romana nu as sti.. regret, dar sunt constransa de imrejurarile frumoase :)
Si daaaaa! A fost asa frumos!! Acum il inteleg pe tati, ca lui i-ar placea sa se plimbe asa cu barca.. si mie, da numai cand e vreme frumoasa… si nu-s drumuri lungi. Apropo, daca voi credeati ca olandezii o sa foloseasca toaleta la dispozitie, va inselati!
Si am mai invatat semnele de orientare – care sunt pe longitudinala, care sunt pe latitudinala si ca daca ai o harta poti sa nu te pierzi. Si mai poti sa vezi geamandurile alea de clipocesc – si tre sa masori de cate ori lumineaza pe secunda, iar in felul asta sa le localizzi pe harta. Acuma mai trebuie sa ai si o harta noua.. ca altfel se poate intampla sa nu stii unde esti – noua ni s-a intamplat.. iar atunci e un feeling ca esti drifting away.. purtat de val undeva.. ca un copil al lumii, de care te desprinzi.. nu te mai cunoaste nimeni, nu mai stii unde esti.. si totusi! Am revenit repede pe traseu ;)
2 - een zeilvaartuig besturen = sail, yacht
3 - (figuurlijk) = sail
Context:Am un coleg. Colegul are o barca. Cu un frate. Si tot vorbeam de cum e pe apa, si cum merge el cu barca.. iar colegul meu – altul - cioara s-a bagat el repede in seama gen – ah, da nu ne inviti si pe noi?! Si eu am mai ras asa un pic si colegu a luat-o in serios. Si ne-a invitat.. Io n-am putut sa ma duc atunci – nici nu ma-ncanta sa merg cu cioara pe apa.. nu de alta, da e panicos si te streseaza.. DAR! Am zis ca merg data viitoare.. io nici nu ma asteptam la data viitoare.. da surpriza! Hai sa mergem cu barca!!Robert, colegul, mi-a zis sa merg in Den Helder si sa ne intanim acolo. Den Helder e in Noord Holland, de la Amsterdam in sus, cum s-ar zice.. e un orashel de provincie, pashnic, un fel de Mangalia asa.. dar totul e mai adunat intr-un singur loc, mai curat. Pana si oamenii sunt altfel, foarte tipici.. mai lipsea sa fie in costume populare, ca in rest sunt ca de la mama lor..
Iar eu printre ei. Nu vezi picior de strain, da Oana mandra.. pe mijlocul strazii in centru.. acolo toti copiii sunt blonzi.. nu vezi kinezi si cum se-nnegreste treaba, ca la Hollands Spoor (dupa cum se stie!). Si am ajuns in port.. in port era un batranel conditzionat bine – gen cum sunt olandezii k arata cu 10 ani mai tineri, in comparatie.. aici e normal sa arati de 30 si sa ai 40.. ma gandesc cu placere la botox folosit mai tarziu..
Sa revenim – tataie cu barca lui fusese nu stiu ce ofiter in marina si pe urma a inceput sa calatoreasca in toata lumea, doar cu o barca cu panze si sa scrie carti despre cum sa calato resti in toata lumea cu barca p ebani putini.. desprins din realitate.. Si motorul a pornit.. inima mea inceput sa bata mai repede, si mai repede si imi venea sa urlu ca ma aflu departe de tarm.. aaarrhhh!! Ah! Si pentru cei ce nu stiu – eu nu pot sa inot, mi-e frica sau altceva, dar ideea e ca pot doar sa ma scufund cu success. Drept pentru care, toate senzatiile erau amplificate prin prisma adrenalinei suita-mi-n gat..Si pe urma – weeeeeee!! A venit – ca o eliberare – largul marii Nordului.. si IJselmeer, in fine alta mare – am fost pe mai multe mari, si trebuia sa ajung si pe insula Texel, da nu ne-a ajutat vantul.. numa bine k a fost o vreme superba! Si mie nu-mi trebuia mai mult vant, ma descurcam si asa.. ah, da! Am condus eu barca, am facut pe capitanul si mi-au zis ca am talent!! Am invatat cum se spune cand dai velele de pe-o parte pe alta in acelasi timp cand invatam sa o si fac.. pentru prima oara mi-a s-a parut ciudat ca stiu cum sa zic in olandeza ceva, dar in romana nu as sti.. regret, dar sunt constransa de imrejurarile frumoase :)
Si daaaaa! A fost asa frumos!! Acum il inteleg pe tati, ca lui i-ar placea sa se plimbe asa cu barca.. si mie, da numai cand e vreme frumoasa… si nu-s drumuri lungi. Apropo, daca voi credeati ca olandezii o sa foloseasca toaleta la dispozitie, va inselati!
Si am mai invatat semnele de orientare – care sunt pe longitudinala, care sunt pe latitudinala si ca daca ai o harta poti sa nu te pierzi. Si mai poti sa vezi geamandurile alea de clipocesc – si tre sa masori de cate ori lumineaza pe secunda, iar in felul asta sa le localizzi pe harta. Acuma mai trebuie sa ai si o harta noua.. ca altfel se poate intampla sa nu stii unde esti – noua ni s-a intamplat.. iar atunci e un feeling ca esti drifting away.. purtat de val undeva.. ca un copil al lumii, de care te desprinzi.. nu te mai cunoaste nimeni, nu mai stii unde esti.. si totusi! Am revenit repede pe traseu ;)Iar la sfarsit am ajuns in acelasi port, unde am fost la cantina ofiterilor. Apropo, portul este doar pentru ofiteri, da nu stiu ce pila aveau oamenii.. si acolo era ca un fel de casutza cu bar-resto la primul etaj.. ceea ce nu am realizat eu era ca aceasta casutza era amplasata pe apa.. Dupa doua beri a venit un val si eu am jurat ca ma las de baut.. dar m-au linistit oamenii. Iar mancarea era buna, oamenii foarte distractivi si placutzele din bar “nu lasati copiii nesupravegheati, vor fi vanduti ca sclavi” LOL.
Iar pe urma am luat-o tiptil prin port, era o megaliniste. Si mai tarziu prin oras.. aproape la fel de liniste – un singer coffee shop si vreo 2 baruri.. si multi oameni care stau in casele lor. Ah, si da! Discoteca in biserica……..
Iar pe urma am luat-o tiptil prin port, era o megaliniste. Si mai tarziu prin oras.. aproape la fel de liniste – un singer coffee shop si vreo 2 baruri.. si multi oameni care stau in casele lor. Ah, si da! Discoteca in biserica……..
vrijdag 12 december 2008
That Week’s Interview
Me: What makes your Monday special?
Me-Me: Forgetting about work, leaving earlier, just to have a drink and absurd talks with Lydie about guys and our plans for the future. They always involve us being successful. Then surviving a boring IT class and having long talks with Stefan, crushing on the Rijswijk bed in a small room and not wanting to wake up next morning.
Me: What drives you to get up every morning and keep on going?
Me-Me: Inertia. The thought that every other day I may be doing something special. Making up stories in my mind (just like this one) and a city I love.
Me: So what was the special thing you did that kept you ongoing on Tuesday?
Me-Me: It was this artsy/trendy film – Lake Tahoe. It’s a Spanish film as a happening in the middle of nowhere.. it has a touch of “U-turn”. It’s hot and a guy is stuck in the middle of nowhere.. his car breaks down and he’s trying to fix it with this old man who’s talking non-sense, a karate-kid-wannabe, a young mother who’s stoned most of the time and his little creative brother – everybody wants something from him.. it’s a film filled with weirdo-kitchy drama spread-out in this hot summery village. It made me forget of the rain outside. Went out and seen this vehicle you wouldn’t know what you can make out of it.. like some freaky toy of a giant child amidst city developed monster cars.. made time stand still for me for a while..
Me: What do you do when you’ve got some time to spare?
Me-Me: Ah!! That sounds like luxury!! I’d be a risk-taker to say I actually have that! But, anyhow – that’s what I can do on a Wednesday evening – read. Read some books, my Vogue France magazine and just think of everything and nothing… relax!
Me: Are you always 100% fit for your life-style?
Me-Me: I try. It’s with ups and downs – sometimes I feel like I have such boosting rushes of energy – better than coke! I’m the Queen of the World! I can do anything! But then again, I’m the victim of my own downturn when I’m doing too many things.. then all my energy gets sucked out and I feel drained inside and in need of sleeeeeeeep and relaxing times.. massage can also do the trick haha.. But you know me, I’m a survivor! Me: Do you think the global recession will affect you at all?Me-me: I can only say “sooner or later it all comes crushing down”.. it will be continued..
Me-Me: Forgetting about work, leaving earlier, just to have a drink and absurd talks with Lydie about guys and our plans for the future. They always involve us being successful. Then surviving a boring IT class and having long talks with Stefan, crushing on the Rijswijk bed in a small room and not wanting to wake up next morning.
Me: What drives you to get up every morning and keep on going?
Me-Me: Inertia. The thought that every other day I may be doing something special. Making up stories in my mind (just like this one) and a city I love.
Me: So what was the special thing you did that kept you ongoing on Tuesday?
Me-Me: It was this artsy/trendy film – Lake Tahoe. It’s a Spanish film as a happening in the middle of nowhere.. it has a touch of “U-turn”. It’s hot and a guy is stuck in the middle of nowhere.. his car breaks down and he’s trying to fix it with this old man who’s talking non-sense, a karate-kid-wannabe, a young mother who’s stoned most of the time and his little creative brother – everybody wants something from him.. it’s a film filled with weirdo-kitchy drama spread-out in this hot summery village. It made me forget of the rain outside. Went out and seen this vehicle you wouldn’t know what you can make out of it.. like some freaky toy of a giant child amidst city developed monster cars.. made time stand still for me for a while..
Me: What do you do when you’ve got some time to spare?
Me-Me: Ah!! That sounds like luxury!! I’d be a risk-taker to say I actually have that! But, anyhow – that’s what I can do on a Wednesday evening – read. Read some books, my Vogue France magazine and just think of everything and nothing… relax!
Me: Are you always 100% fit for your life-style?
Me-Me: I try. It’s with ups and downs – sometimes I feel like I have such boosting rushes of energy – better than coke! I’m the Queen of the World! I can do anything! But then again, I’m the victim of my own downturn when I’m doing too many things.. then all my energy gets sucked out and I feel drained inside and in need of sleeeeeeeep and relaxing times.. massage can also do the trick haha.. But you know me, I’m a survivor! Me: Do you think the global recession will affect you at all?Me-me: I can only say “sooner or later it all comes crushing down”.. it will be continued..
woensdag 10 december 2008
Muzeu
Am mai fost la un muzeu. Pentru toti cei care mai vor sa ma vada, pe mine si Amsterdamul, am un tip: FOAM.
http://www.foam.nl/
Este un muzeu de fotografie foarte tare. Si atat.
Eh, ok, da, si m-am intalnit cu un baiat olandez care m-a dus acolo. Am descoperit pe urma ca e un tzaran. Da impresia buna despre muzeu ramane! :D
http://www.foam.nl/
Este un muzeu de fotografie foarte tare. Si atat.
Eh, ok, da, si m-am intalnit cu un baiat olandez care m-a dus acolo. Am descoperit pe urma ca e un tzaran. Da impresia buna despre muzeu ramane! :D
The High Way
Explicatia lui Boti cu ce se intampla cand esti high:
- iti vin ganduri multe in cap
- ele nu sunt ca gandurile, ci cum vin stelele sau asa ce se misca, nedefinit, continuu
- este ca pe autostrada
- gandurile vin ca pe autostrada
- stii, ca pe highway
- tu te uiti, le vezi, nu le iei pe rand, ca vin prea multe
- si e highway
- prinzi un gand
- il analizezi, zici: da stai – asta cum e?!, te uiti bine, masori, ajungi la concluzii
- zici gata – asta asa e!
- Si ii dai drumu la loc in highway
- Iar vin gandurile indefinite in highway
- Hap! Mai prinzi unu..
- Si tot asa..
Asta e cu autostrada gandurilor cand esti high... de unde am concluzionat ca de asta autostrada se numeste asa – este drumul high – the High Way, man, the highway!! :D
- iti vin ganduri multe in cap
- ele nu sunt ca gandurile, ci cum vin stelele sau asa ce se misca, nedefinit, continuu
- este ca pe autostrada
- gandurile vin ca pe autostrada
- stii, ca pe highway
- tu te uiti, le vezi, nu le iei pe rand, ca vin prea multe
- si e highway
- prinzi un gand
- il analizezi, zici: da stai – asta cum e?!, te uiti bine, masori, ajungi la concluzii
- zici gata – asta asa e!
- Si ii dai drumu la loc in highway
- Iar vin gandurile indefinite in highway
- Hap! Mai prinzi unu..
- Si tot asa..
Asta e cu autostrada gandurilor cand esti high... de unde am concluzionat ca de asta autostrada se numeste asa – este drumul high – the High Way, man, the highway!! :D
Mioseg? [miusheg]
Si din nou ne punem cu Sasha la vin si vorbe.. este relaxed, chillax! Cand primesc un mail de la Boti ca apare prin Hollandia si daca ne vedem si unde sta :)Ciocolaaataaaaaaaaaaa!! Cine nu stie povestea trebuie s-o afle – mai precis ca Boti e ungur, bozgor sau cum vreti sa-i ziceti.. el se cheama singer mághiar. Da cine o sa-l creada? In fine, am fost noi in Vama, nu trebuie sa povestesc cum e in Vama….de 1 mai, mai precis……. Ideea principala este ca noi dansam ca nebunii in noapte si exista pe vremea aia melodia Varza a lui Vita de Vie.. cine nu stie melodia Varza?!.. si sa ne facem.. varzaaaa.. dar omul nu! El canta cat il tineau plamanii: ciocolataaaaaaaa.. drept urmare si replica lui Mada – de unde l-ai gasit, ma, pe-asta?! Dar noi ne-am distrat tot timpu..
Ideea este ca in acea seara a aparut Boti in peisaj.. dupa ce io cu Sasha decantasem vreo 3 sticle de vin – foarte tare, frate.. neah!! Sasha, ca sa fie prietenos, a inceput sa-si aduca aminte din copilaria lui la Satu Mare si alte chestii ca bai, cuvantu ala sau expresia aia in ungureste.. io ma tot kinuiam sa tin pasu si pana la urma imi aduc si eu aminte ca stiu ceva in ungureste: mioseg. Stiu de la Fane, ca mi-a spus ca asta inseamna – ce faci?! Cum stau treburile.. bai si incepe Boti sa rada sa moara.. nu se mai oprea, pot sa jur.. si zice.. pai asta inseamna cur artificial in ungureste.. e ca si cum as spune eu bivol inecat.. lol. Si da-i si razi.. pana la urma dupa conversatii cu Fane am aflat ca asa se spune din presa ungureasca.. aia de scandal. Mai precis e vorba gen care mai e curu artificial? In sensu care-i ultima barfa? Ultimul scandal? Ce-mi spui nou.. si s-a generalizat la ce faci? Care-i treaba? Whazaa..
Eh si el tot murea de ras, implicit am inceput sa ne prezentam si sa zicem mioseg, iar el cu Sasha bivol inecat, asta am inventat noi ca e pentru baieti.. si am tinut-o in rasete toata noaptea, pana ne-am culcat.. iar eu am ras si peste noapte.. Boti dormea pe jumate in patul gonflabil care intre timp se desumflase si parea o barca semiscufundata, iar pe cealalta jumatate era rasturnat pe moketa.. omu asta nu poate sa fie serios nici cand doarme?!The Doors or How It All Happened
Have I already mentioned I’m spending an awfully lot of time on facebook? Yeah, I did. So one of those days when I spent too much time in there, I saw this add of Janita. Janita would like to make a short
movie and she’s looking for cast and crew for “The Doors” short movie.
It sounds fantastic to me – must be a way to learn about how to really make a movie!! And I did.
You can see all the history of it, all of Jan’s thoughts, desires, cuts and impressions, a lot of creativity, creativity process and extra’s in here: http://www.doorsshortfilm.blogspot.com/
You can see all the history of it, all of Jan’s thoughts, desires, cuts and impressions, a lot of creativity, creativity process and extra’s in here: http://www.doorsshortfilm.blogspot.com/
I still feel there’s a lot to do with it, a lot of time needs to be put in and I’m missing it L I’m so sorry, Jan! I wish I could have put more time into it, but I’m still happy it happened!! And I’ll post much more about it after getting permission..
til then:
Dear Jan,
Thank you for I’ve learned from you how to make people feel confident, how to take over if they feel lost, how to jump in if they need support, how not to judge them, but offer them a hand, how to enable, rather than criticize and how to laugh and hide your anxiety and it feels good!!
donderdag 13 november 2008
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!
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!
woensdag 12 november 2008
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 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.
dinsdag 11 november 2008
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.
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!
SaturdayIt’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..
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..
donderdag 23 oktober 2008
Yet another longer Wanna week
Friday
I went outside, seen it’s raining and totally ignored it.. they say “I’m not made of sugar”. I guess it goes only for Dutch guys. Not so bad to be soaking wet, I keep on saying to myself. But wha? Is is ok? Oh well, I’ll get dry later on. My outfit was too sexy and I was wet, what can you expect better from a woman on a Friday afternoon. Got to my flat in the evening. Had tea then pills. The Romanian ones. Should get to bed. Which I did. Way to spend the fri night. Oh yey!
Saturday
Wake up with a serious cold, no mood and a nose full of shit. Got myself the soap opera traditional no-tear tissues. Should stick one or two up my running nose.
I have a look on the pill box. Says I’m supposed to take 2 pills in 12 hours and so on. On doctor recommendation only, can take 6 pills in 24 hours. I prescribe myself 2 extra pills – I need it for tonight’s party.
Managed to get myself out of bed within 3 hours or so, should be listed as personal record in times of cold. I hit the AH for supplies. Take it to The Hague. How come I always miss all means of transportation by just those 2 fucking minutes?! And then I end up so surprised and disappointed waiting for the next one…
Got to my uncle’s venue, ate a bit of whatever pasta, drank white wine. Chilled with my uncle and talked about all less important stuff in whatever context, just catching up. Needed to move.Got to Anna’s place. On my way I noticed no Dutch people. Suppose that’s strange, living in Holland. But, oh, well, one welcomed me at Anna’s. He spoke Russian. I understood his friendly mine and gestures. I laughed and got in the little wood house Anna and her husband designed in their backyard. Looks like you’re in the mountains at asome winter sport resort.
Every one was somehow continuously having dinner. I felt like back in Romania, when my mother keeps on bringing food.. Only the thought of it gives me tummy pain. So bizarre to feel home with Russians, Lithuanians, Dutch, Latvian and Finnish.. We watched the video of Anna’s wedding.
Almost no one in that room remembers details of her wedding. I do remember the fire spiters and how Anna was walking on one of them while he was floored-back to glass, broken small little pieces of glass. And then some childhood games and some attempts of coordination in couple. And a bit of fat-ass bogging to get a potato moving on the floor.. oh, just use your imagination!
Lithuanian vodka is so strong. I had absolutely no feel for taste or smell, everything was neutral to me. A flower, cow poop, Dolce&Gabbana perfume and sewage.. all the same to me, baby. Apparently it was supposed to stink, so that’s why not many would give it a go. Considering the circumstances, I did. Did I mention I took some pills?
We had such a good time! They’re all so funny. We girls needed to go. The Hague expat party was on. At Scheveningen. What kind of combination is that? Do they do Amsterdam expat parties in Haarlem? No further remarks… it took us girls (4 of us) most likely about 3 minutes to be ready. Then Laurie said he’s coming. This after slaying big portions of vodka, girl wine, so male beer and who knows what else. Where to? Asked the guys. To the party, of course.
We’re 4 girls all over each other on the back seat of a taxi and Laurie is talking on and on about all sort of taxi events and street names with the driver. We’re constantly wondering on how he keeps up with all the sober-talking. Suppose he has an extra body to retain alcohol.
Got there, got some Hawaiian plastic flowers on our necks. It was some beach party – the theme. We did a three hour dancing and partying when Laurie started falling on people. He lost his glasses few times and probably his entire memories of the night. But his rudely apparition rocked! Though Anna and Alla needed to take him home, too bad for our laughs, was a good shotgun for it.Rodney was pimping around, as usually. Lydie and Jasper were all over each other and looking good. The drag queens still in male clothes were dulling on other women’s men. And Sam was there. Coincidently enough we danced a bit..
I also previously tried more vodka and rum mixes. No worries, the pills just keep me fit, as well as the thing against a running nose. But the music was great party-like. Everything was spinning right. Natasha and I hooked up with some Spanish male-non-male unisex stuff around. The party went on like that. Truly amazing. Somehow I ended up dancing with Sam again and then somehow we retired for some time on the beach.. Made everything peachy. No idea what time, how long.. it was clear that the party had been a blast for some people, when we got back, every one was leaving. We did too, when I discovered I lost my phone. We got back on the beach to rescue my phone swamped in the sand..
Then Natasha recovered us as well and we hit the road to the Central Station The Hague. Sam and I were supposed to end up in my large bed in Amsterdam, but strangely enough just missed the train. I started running around asking men in blue when the next train for Amsterdam is leaving.. in one hour.. fuck!! What are we going to do for one hour.. you just cannot stay in the station for that long. We rushed to Stefan’s still wondering – what the fuck were we doing in the Central Station?! It seemed like a dream..
My sense of reality is deteriorating seriously. The excitement from the party is slowly getting away, it’s just us, lots of sand everywhere, crunchy crunch teeth sounds and slept, slept..
Sunday
Woke up with some sweaty sun in my face and decided to get back to A’dam. Romantically said goodbye to Sam in the Station. Suppose they look more fresh in a film, but then again, they don’t share what we do. Til we meet again you mancman, you rock!Why’s every one staring at me?! What’s wrong with night clothes on a Sunday afternoon? What’s wrong with very wrong strong make-up fading away from sheets and sand, nasty smells and sluty lipstick? You fools, you don’t know what love is! Now who’s the bad guy?!
Crawled up the narrow stairs, found the apartment empty. The other Wanna must have gone blow her mind in some other place. I’m all alone, lonely and by myself. I’m cursed with anxiety and need to get away. I’m scared to go out, to stay with my shaman thoughts or have a delirium beside myself. I’m irecognizable in my darkest world. The knives in the kitchen shine appetizing. I daydream of terrible accidents and decide to hit the sack.
Lydie calls and order is restored. Earth to Wanna is reaching out. The other Wanna is coming in and I play sociable. [Fucking pills! Don’t you mix them with alcohol! You should know better].
The rest is history, I’m alive!
Monday
Pass by work in my way to the exam at the uni. Looks decent, should be doable. I then engage in long conversations at my uncle’s place. He prepares tea for me, I’m so lucky! And sleepy, damn late hours in The Hague.
Tuesday
It’s always even more difficult to wake up in the morning. Paradox is that it’s even harder to go to sleep in the night, dilemma of my life. Oh well, the entire dilemma thread dies when needed to study, then it’s easiest that can be to fall asleep on a nice-smelling book. At least I try to finish my project.. I have a feeling it’s gonna take much longer..
Wednesday
I need to finish my project. Somehow this thought stays on my mind. I ignore it later, in my pursuit of being the perfect housewife. Lekker Piu shall be coming soon. Need to have a decent house prepared. I lose my interest and my day.
Thursday
We have a new IT class with and old IT guy. He’s German and boring. He likes to think we’re retarded so he explains the same things 5 times and one additional time (always), if you’re stupid enough to ask a question. Any question. Bill calls him Tolkien. I guess now you know better than to start up an mba.. Sometimes I’m still wondering what his wife has to do with it. Most probably she’s annoying and he needs to get away. Most likely to deserve a better life than having me commenting on his work and most of the people not paying attention. I end up at my uncle’s wasted.
Friday
How come I cannot focus on my work? Well, I just heard a Dutch colleague of mine saying on the phone: “are you really working? Or is it Friday for you too?!” Friday. As opposed to working. As in weekend. Oh, now I get it!! You Dutch don’t work on Fri! And me who was the only one maintaining the Dutch economy at high level! Me and some poor Polish guys who’ll never get this.. anyhow, more important to find out that the Jordaan festival is on.
Lydie is visiting me. I pick her up at the station. Lekker Piu is next. We need to wait for her for an hour. Lydie decides to ignore my food cooking proposals and gets to a patat thing. Then we take a walk in the Red Light district. Do we look better sometimes? More real and touchable? We see some jewels, we stare like monkeys. The artist comes out to explain. She’s a German lady who teaches art in The Hague. We’ll keep in touch. I suspect she’s interested in Lydie.
Lekker Piu is smoking a cigarette in front of the Central Station. I’m excited to see her. I also figured out why it’s a bad spot to ask her to come to the information point. She always has a cigarette after coming from Brussels. That needs to be tasted outside. Next time I’ll be a better considerate friend.We go take dinner at my place, I can really cook, yes. They seem to like it. Except for Jasper, who has allergy to cheese. What kind of kaaskop is that? Your oma is going to feel ashamed!
Conversation’s taking us to unseen places. We agree if you only have sex 3 times per year with your bf and then he asks you to wear a moustache and a hat, your bf must be gay. Lydie and Jasper need to split early at 2 in the night, they need to have friends over and clean up. We suggest let the kids play the cleaning company.
We decide to carry on our green way and talk about all persons we ever knew @ hp and what happened to them. Try to understand why people behave this way. We find no solution, but reasoning takes us to sleep. SaturdayWe wake up late in a party mood and try to figure out where Anna is. She has by this time tried to come about 5 times to Amsterdam. All initiatives failed for some reason or the other. We get back to sleep.
Saturday
I went outside, seen it’s raining and totally ignored it.. they say “I’m not made of sugar”. I guess it goes only for Dutch guys. Not so bad to be soaking wet, I keep on saying to myself. But wha? Is is ok? Oh well, I’ll get dry later on. My outfit was too sexy and I was wet, what can you expect better from a woman on a Friday afternoon. Got to my flat in the evening. Had tea then pills. The Romanian ones. Should get to bed. Which I did. Way to spend the fri night. Oh yey!
Saturday
Wake up with a serious cold, no mood and a nose full of shit. Got myself the soap opera traditional no-tear tissues. Should stick one or two up my running nose.
I have a look on the pill box. Says I’m supposed to take 2 pills in 12 hours and so on. On doctor recommendation only, can take 6 pills in 24 hours. I prescribe myself 2 extra pills – I need it for tonight’s party.
Managed to get myself out of bed within 3 hours or so, should be listed as personal record in times of cold. I hit the AH for supplies. Take it to The Hague. How come I always miss all means of transportation by just those 2 fucking minutes?! And then I end up so surprised and disappointed waiting for the next one…
Got to my uncle’s venue, ate a bit of whatever pasta, drank white wine. Chilled with my uncle and talked about all less important stuff in whatever context, just catching up. Needed to move.Got to Anna’s place. On my way I noticed no Dutch people. Suppose that’s strange, living in Holland. But, oh, well, one welcomed me at Anna’s. He spoke Russian. I understood his friendly mine and gestures. I laughed and got in the little wood house Anna and her husband designed in their backyard. Looks like you’re in the mountains at asome winter sport resort.
Every one was somehow continuously having dinner. I felt like back in Romania, when my mother keeps on bringing food.. Only the thought of it gives me tummy pain. So bizarre to feel home with Russians, Lithuanians, Dutch, Latvian and Finnish.. We watched the video of Anna’s wedding.
Almost no one in that room remembers details of her wedding. I do remember the fire spiters and how Anna was walking on one of them while he was floored-back to glass, broken small little pieces of glass. And then some childhood games and some attempts of coordination in couple. And a bit of fat-ass bogging to get a potato moving on the floor.. oh, just use your imagination!
Lithuanian vodka is so strong. I had absolutely no feel for taste or smell, everything was neutral to me. A flower, cow poop, Dolce&Gabbana perfume and sewage.. all the same to me, baby. Apparently it was supposed to stink, so that’s why not many would give it a go. Considering the circumstances, I did. Did I mention I took some pills?
We had such a good time! They’re all so funny. We girls needed to go. The Hague expat party was on. At Scheveningen. What kind of combination is that? Do they do Amsterdam expat parties in Haarlem? No further remarks… it took us girls (4 of us) most likely about 3 minutes to be ready. Then Laurie said he’s coming. This after slaying big portions of vodka, girl wine, so male beer and who knows what else. Where to? Asked the guys. To the party, of course.
We’re 4 girls all over each other on the back seat of a taxi and Laurie is talking on and on about all sort of taxi events and street names with the driver. We’re constantly wondering on how he keeps up with all the sober-talking. Suppose he has an extra body to retain alcohol.
Got there, got some Hawaiian plastic flowers on our necks. It was some beach party – the theme. We did a three hour dancing and partying when Laurie started falling on people. He lost his glasses few times and probably his entire memories of the night. But his rudely apparition rocked! Though Anna and Alla needed to take him home, too bad for our laughs, was a good shotgun for it.Rodney was pimping around, as usually. Lydie and Jasper were all over each other and looking good. The drag queens still in male clothes were dulling on other women’s men. And Sam was there. Coincidently enough we danced a bit..
I also previously tried more vodka and rum mixes. No worries, the pills just keep me fit, as well as the thing against a running nose. But the music was great party-like. Everything was spinning right. Natasha and I hooked up with some Spanish male-non-male unisex stuff around. The party went on like that. Truly amazing. Somehow I ended up dancing with Sam again and then somehow we retired for some time on the beach.. Made everything peachy. No idea what time, how long.. it was clear that the party had been a blast for some people, when we got back, every one was leaving. We did too, when I discovered I lost my phone. We got back on the beach to rescue my phone swamped in the sand..
Then Natasha recovered us as well and we hit the road to the Central Station The Hague. Sam and I were supposed to end up in my large bed in Amsterdam, but strangely enough just missed the train. I started running around asking men in blue when the next train for Amsterdam is leaving.. in one hour.. fuck!! What are we going to do for one hour.. you just cannot stay in the station for that long. We rushed to Stefan’s still wondering – what the fuck were we doing in the Central Station?! It seemed like a dream..
My sense of reality is deteriorating seriously. The excitement from the party is slowly getting away, it’s just us, lots of sand everywhere, crunchy crunch teeth sounds and slept, slept..
Sunday
Woke up with some sweaty sun in my face and decided to get back to A’dam. Romantically said goodbye to Sam in the Station. Suppose they look more fresh in a film, but then again, they don’t share what we do. Til we meet again you mancman, you rock!Why’s every one staring at me?! What’s wrong with night clothes on a Sunday afternoon? What’s wrong with very wrong strong make-up fading away from sheets and sand, nasty smells and sluty lipstick? You fools, you don’t know what love is! Now who’s the bad guy?!
Crawled up the narrow stairs, found the apartment empty. The other Wanna must have gone blow her mind in some other place. I’m all alone, lonely and by myself. I’m cursed with anxiety and need to get away. I’m scared to go out, to stay with my shaman thoughts or have a delirium beside myself. I’m irecognizable in my darkest world. The knives in the kitchen shine appetizing. I daydream of terrible accidents and decide to hit the sack.
Lydie calls and order is restored. Earth to Wanna is reaching out. The other Wanna is coming in and I play sociable. [Fucking pills! Don’t you mix them with alcohol! You should know better].
The rest is history, I’m alive!
Monday
Pass by work in my way to the exam at the uni. Looks decent, should be doable. I then engage in long conversations at my uncle’s place. He prepares tea for me, I’m so lucky! And sleepy, damn late hours in The Hague.
Tuesday
It’s always even more difficult to wake up in the morning. Paradox is that it’s even harder to go to sleep in the night, dilemma of my life. Oh well, the entire dilemma thread dies when needed to study, then it’s easiest that can be to fall asleep on a nice-smelling book. At least I try to finish my project.. I have a feeling it’s gonna take much longer..
Wednesday
I need to finish my project. Somehow this thought stays on my mind. I ignore it later, in my pursuit of being the perfect housewife. Lekker Piu shall be coming soon. Need to have a decent house prepared. I lose my interest and my day.
Thursday
We have a new IT class with and old IT guy. He’s German and boring. He likes to think we’re retarded so he explains the same things 5 times and one additional time (always), if you’re stupid enough to ask a question. Any question. Bill calls him Tolkien. I guess now you know better than to start up an mba.. Sometimes I’m still wondering what his wife has to do with it. Most probably she’s annoying and he needs to get away. Most likely to deserve a better life than having me commenting on his work and most of the people not paying attention. I end up at my uncle’s wasted.
Friday
How come I cannot focus on my work? Well, I just heard a Dutch colleague of mine saying on the phone: “are you really working? Or is it Friday for you too?!” Friday. As opposed to working. As in weekend. Oh, now I get it!! You Dutch don’t work on Fri! And me who was the only one maintaining the Dutch economy at high level! Me and some poor Polish guys who’ll never get this.. anyhow, more important to find out that the Jordaan festival is on.
Lydie is visiting me. I pick her up at the station. Lekker Piu is next. We need to wait for her for an hour. Lydie decides to ignore my food cooking proposals and gets to a patat thing. Then we take a walk in the Red Light district. Do we look better sometimes? More real and touchable? We see some jewels, we stare like monkeys. The artist comes out to explain. She’s a German lady who teaches art in The Hague. We’ll keep in touch. I suspect she’s interested in Lydie.
Lekker Piu is smoking a cigarette in front of the Central Station. I’m excited to see her. I also figured out why it’s a bad spot to ask her to come to the information point. She always has a cigarette after coming from Brussels. That needs to be tasted outside. Next time I’ll be a better considerate friend.We go take dinner at my place, I can really cook, yes. They seem to like it. Except for Jasper, who has allergy to cheese. What kind of kaaskop is that? Your oma is going to feel ashamed!Conversation’s taking us to unseen places. We agree if you only have sex 3 times per year with your bf and then he asks you to wear a moustache and a hat, your bf must be gay. Lydie and Jasper need to split early at 2 in the night, they need to have friends over and clean up. We suggest let the kids play the cleaning company.
We decide to carry on our green way and talk about all persons we ever knew @ hp and what happened to them. Try to understand why people behave this way. We find no solution, but reasoning takes us to sleep. SaturdayWe wake up late in a party mood and try to figure out where Anna is. She has by this time tried to come about 5 times to Amsterdam. All initiatives failed for some reason or the other. We get back to sleep.
Saturday
We take a longer walk to the city. We’re ignoring the Bulldog and go to a forgotten place with weird paintings and weirder decorations. We take a white widow and think it’s slow. But you never know. The tram takes us to the Jordaan festival. Johnie’s and Anita’s are there. So are old and young, intellectuals and dumb. All are listening to same Dutch old music. Sounds fun. “Ti amo” in the Dutch version and Andre Hazes memorial. I know where I am. Thousands of Dutch-only are there. Amsterdam has never been Dutcher to me. We have a lot of fun looking at the people and listening or not to the music. We have gauffre’s and we feel good. Perfect night.
Sunday
Morning’s there, we’re not. The afternoon surprises us in bed. Nothing special, just us girls and a lot of talking done. Feels like home, sisterhood and cosy. We shall soon meet again, we say. And the train to Brussels is rolling. Aside Lekker Piu, loads of dubiosi – it’s the Belgium way..
Sunday
Morning’s there, we’re not. The afternoon surprises us in bed. Nothing special, just us girls and a lot of talking done. Feels like home, sisterhood and cosy. We shall soon meet again, we say. And the train to Brussels is rolling. Aside Lekker Piu, loads of dubiosi – it’s the Belgium way..
vrijdag 3 oktober 2008
Despre prieteni si alte cele..
Bai cat de tare e s-o lekkeresti cu prietenii de ani de zile.. Cat de tare e sa vii acasa, sa-ti arunci geanta intr-un colt si sa o intrebi pe mami ce-i de mancare, sa-i povestesti de ce-ti mai fac prietenele si pe urma sa o suni pe una dintre ele sa-i zici – hai sa ne vedem pe motoare la o cafea.. da asta apreciezi mai tarziu, cand le duci dorul, un pic..
Si totusi, da nu ne melancolizam – ideea e ca tot e bine sa te vezi si cu prietenii nu de asa mult timp, in Amsterdam la o cina in micutul restaurant olandez in care mergem tot timpul, sa palavragim de toata lumea din hash pe si de vietile noastre. Da, bineinteles, este vorba de Franc. Ce-am mai facut si ce o sa mai facem si cum o sa ma ajute in continuare – nu este prea tare ? Si radem de tot ce se intmapla in jur, de postere si de colega lu fi-sa de 12 ani care a ramas insarcinata, de toti handicapatii care urla dupa ceva si olandezii calmi care mai degraba te lasa sa treci in fata lor, decat sa se enerveze. Dar doua colege de-ale mele vorbeau si am inteles chintesenta din filozofia lor – ok, eu te las in fata mea, nu-i problema. Da daca te bagi si te faci ca nu ti-ai dat seama, e ca si cum le-ai zice in fata ca e prost, asta nu vor suporta niciodata.
Si cateodata mai dai de ceva tipic olandez, ceva ce nu ti se pare neaparat ca ai putea sa vezi in alta parte.. ca sa evite mirosurile si nesimtitii... Iata si mirificul panou – mai precis : nu (va) urinati – toalete in parcare sau la metrou..
Si totusi, da nu ne melancolizam – ideea e ca tot e bine sa te vezi si cu prietenii nu de asa mult timp, in Amsterdam la o cina in micutul restaurant olandez in care mergem tot timpul, sa palavragim de toata lumea din hash pe si de vietile noastre. Da, bineinteles, este vorba de Franc. Ce-am mai facut si ce o sa mai facem si cum o sa ma ajute in continuare – nu este prea tare ? Si radem de tot ce se intmapla in jur, de postere si de colega lu fi-sa de 12 ani care a ramas insarcinata, de toti handicapatii care urla dupa ceva si olandezii calmi care mai degraba te lasa sa treci in fata lor, decat sa se enerveze. Dar doua colege de-ale mele vorbeau si am inteles chintesenta din filozofia lor – ok, eu te las in fata mea, nu-i problema. Da daca te bagi si te faci ca nu ti-ai dat seama, e ca si cum le-ai zice in fata ca e prost, asta nu vor suporta niciodata.
Si cateodata mai dai de ceva tipic olandez, ceva ce nu ti se pare neaparat ca ai putea sa vezi in alta parte.. ca sa evite mirosurile si nesimtitii... Iata si mirificul panou – mai precis : nu (va) urinati – toalete in parcare sau la metrou..
vrijdag 26 september 2008
Cum iti dai seama ca Olanda e mica?
Cand esti in 4 orashe intr-o singura zi si ai treburi importante in fiecare si chiar petreci timp in fiecare, iar la sfarsitul zilei nu esti obosit..
Sa luam un exemplu:
7.00 a.m. – trezirea in Amsterdam [orash 1], acasa. M-am hotarat sa ma imbrac frumos, sa vad daca face vreo diferenta – la sfarsitul zilei voi fi zis – ei bine, da. Haina face pe om! Eu care ziceam ca astia in Olanda nu-ti deschid ushile si nu se uita la cum sunt imbracati, ca doar de-aia sunt imbracati de la superfirme, da nu se asorteaza si nu-s tot timpu cele mai curate haine.. dar iata ca toata lumea ma saluta, imi canta si-mi deschidea usi, deci se poate. Este ziua mea de raportari la greu, deci ma organizez corespunzator la jobuit in hamsterdam.
6 p.m. – cam plec de la job, iau trenul spre Rotterdam[orash 2]. Aici ma intalnesc cu Janita. Janita este o tipa asiatica arhitect care s-a hotarat sa faca un short movie emotional despre cum o fata face confesiuni calde la un baiat rece despre unu si mai si.. cam ce i se-ntampla unei femei oricand, dar dintr-o perspectiva mult mai coolish muncita psihologic si transpusa filozofic. Si ea a pus un anunt pe facebook, ca are nevoie de colaboratori. Eu, cum imi petrec o gramada de timp pe facebook, m-am entuziasmat instant. La un moment dat imi doresc sa fac si eu un film. Cred. Deci de ce n-as incepe acum sa vad cum se face, sa invat din greselile altora si sa stiu cat de realizabil e un astfel de proiect. Asadar, ajung in Rotterdam, la Centraal Station, unde ne uitam la spatiu, un tunel. Ne gandim cum ar merge filmatul, care sunt nevoile…voi ajunge in curand la concluzia ca tot singur tre sa faci tot, daca vrei sa-ti iasa bine ! Cameramanu si fotografu vad foarte tehnic si cul… ah ! am un mare kef si abia astept sa iasa ceva !!
7.30p.m. – tre sa ajung urgent la facultate, in Haga [orash 3]. Am o alta ora plictisitoare, da cica ajuta sa faci act de prezenta.. implicit ma duc. Bineinteles ca e labareala si idiotu ala citeste slidurile, ca nu e in stare de altceva.. ii voi face o evaluare proasta! Ma enerveaza, da n-am ce face, stau pana la sfarsit..
10.30p.m. – plec inspre Fane, in Rijswijk [orash 4]. Toata lumea e adunata, e ziua lui mami. Mare bucurie, sarbatorim cu o mare masa, ca de obicei si si mai multa bautura pana tarziu in noapte. Ne povestim toate cele, radem si ne distram, ca la zile mari.. ziua se incheie déjà megatarziu. Este bine, maine va fi poate la fel..
Sa luam un exemplu:
7.00 a.m. – trezirea in Amsterdam [orash 1], acasa. M-am hotarat sa ma imbrac frumos, sa vad daca face vreo diferenta – la sfarsitul zilei voi fi zis – ei bine, da. Haina face pe om! Eu care ziceam ca astia in Olanda nu-ti deschid ushile si nu se uita la cum sunt imbracati, ca doar de-aia sunt imbracati de la superfirme, da nu se asorteaza si nu-s tot timpu cele mai curate haine.. dar iata ca toata lumea ma saluta, imi canta si-mi deschidea usi, deci se poate. Este ziua mea de raportari la greu, deci ma organizez corespunzator la jobuit in hamsterdam.
6 p.m. – cam plec de la job, iau trenul spre Rotterdam[orash 2]. Aici ma intalnesc cu Janita. Janita este o tipa asiatica arhitect care s-a hotarat sa faca un short movie emotional despre cum o fata face confesiuni calde la un baiat rece despre unu si mai si.. cam ce i se-ntampla unei femei oricand, dar dintr-o perspectiva mult mai coolish muncita psihologic si transpusa filozofic. Si ea a pus un anunt pe facebook, ca are nevoie de colaboratori. Eu, cum imi petrec o gramada de timp pe facebook, m-am entuziasmat instant. La un moment dat imi doresc sa fac si eu un film. Cred. Deci de ce n-as incepe acum sa vad cum se face, sa invat din greselile altora si sa stiu cat de realizabil e un astfel de proiect. Asadar, ajung in Rotterdam, la Centraal Station, unde ne uitam la spatiu, un tunel. Ne gandim cum ar merge filmatul, care sunt nevoile…voi ajunge in curand la concluzia ca tot singur tre sa faci tot, daca vrei sa-ti iasa bine ! Cameramanu si fotografu vad foarte tehnic si cul… ah ! am un mare kef si abia astept sa iasa ceva !!
7.30p.m. – tre sa ajung urgent la facultate, in Haga [orash 3]. Am o alta ora plictisitoare, da cica ajuta sa faci act de prezenta.. implicit ma duc. Bineinteles ca e labareala si idiotu ala citeste slidurile, ca nu e in stare de altceva.. ii voi face o evaluare proasta! Ma enerveaza, da n-am ce face, stau pana la sfarsit..
10.30p.m. – plec inspre Fane, in Rijswijk [orash 4]. Toata lumea e adunata, e ziua lui mami. Mare bucurie, sarbatorim cu o mare masa, ca de obicei si si mai multa bautura pana tarziu in noapte. Ne povestim toate cele, radem si ne distram, ca la zile mari.. ziua se incheie déjà megatarziu. Este bine, maine va fi poate la fel..
donderdag 25 september 2008
Horoscope (week 36)
Aries (my uncle Stefan)
Focusing on self-expression can lead you in a non-healthy direction. A hangover from last week will be cut off by a family visit, possibly very close relatives. They will be staying over, but also will involve travelling throughout the country and even abroad. This will most likely involve a lot of driving, kindly rewarded with traditional food and beverages. You can still share what's most important to you; just remember that it's not about being the center of everyone's attention. You will enjoy and treasure moments of travelling, including a big museum. The entire week means getting away from your job, but also being in the middle of the loved ones and relating your own feelings to those around you.
Taurus (my friend Geamy)
You might be ready to put your own future ahead and for decisions to be made this week. It's perfectly healthy to connect your present feelings with a previous situation, but make sure you are remembering it as it really happened. Your tendency now to embellish the truth could create more problems than you have time to solve. Significant health issues are solved this week.
Gemini (my dad)
You may not be able to get away from the maddening noise this week as the reactive Moon
moves through your 3rd House of Immediate Environment. This will have a direct affect on the car navigation system that would drive all your family nuts. But don't turn the normal humdrum of the day into some kind of melodrama just to garner a bit of attention. Instead use your cleverness to involve others. You will be appreciated more for the unique fun and good old stubbornness than for any other initiatives. Your eagerness to travel around and make the most of your vacation may not be shared entirely by your family. You manage to enjoy it afterall, as you usually do.
Cancer (my friend Franc)
There's no need to overstate your position, for saying fewer words now will be more effective than rambling on forever. Keep in mind that your insecurities can actually set up blockages to intimacy by tricking you into acting more confidently than you actually feel. You will be asking yourselves a lot of questions on the others state of mind and actual presence. It will occur that you’ll be surprised friends have suddenly decided to visit some other country or even have different activities every day.
Leo (who is now leo?!)
I just spilled some damn coffee on it, so you cannot read..
Virgo (my friend Sasha)
Delving into your own fantasies might not be as fruitful this week as it can be at other times. In fact, self-analysis can lead to a dead end. Instead of venturing within, now focus your attention on the world around you, specifically to making plans in coming to Amsterdam.
Libra (my friend Alice)
Even your best laid plans could unravel a bit with quicksilver Mercury backing up in your sign. Don't try to avoid a situation just because it seems like deja vu. There is very likely a good reason why you are being asked to get married. Most probably you’ll say yes and you’ll live happily ever after. Sounds like at least one baby!
Scorpio (my mom)
You may be placing too much importance on your constant motherhood. It's not that you should slack off; it's just that there are other things that need to be considered now, too. Don't be afraid to let yourself wander into the most beautiful places of some far-away countries, it just will make you feel better. Try to keep off the hard work in the kitchen and the ironing and arranging stuff around you. This will only tire you more. However, seeing very close relatives and getting close to them will comfort you and give you a shining glow. You’ll surely overwhelm yourself with work, but nothing else would make you feel better, ironically enough!
Sagittarius (me)
Although you may be dreaming of faraway places, you must also pay attention to what's happening right in front of you. Venturing closer to home will likely bring you more pleasure
than you can imagine. A conversation with an your closest members of the family may give you just the right advice to remind you that everything you want is in your own backyard. You’re expected to combine work, school and pleasure and you will. Managing will be the toughest this week; you’ll probably suffer from intense tiresome due to drinking and not sleeping enough. Holiday and days off will still not be long enough and the good times will fly quickly. All you’ll have in the end would be pictures, memories, and good times. You’ll be proud of yourself to show a nice part of your country to the loved ones and be able to cook for them. Nothing can stop you from shopping while you share this pleasure with another woman, most probably a close relative. You can even visit a museum on top of this.
Capricorn (grandma)
You may try to sidestep a difficult conversation about your feelings, but letting your fears get in the way of a necessary discussion can be a problem. There's no need to delude yourself. You may be better off shifting your focus from your constantly thinking of your niece to the real world surrounding you.
Aquarius and Pisces have suffered really badly from a bigger coffee stain, we’re sorry for any inconvenience this week might cause as unpredicted reveals itself.
Focusing on self-expression can lead you in a non-healthy direction. A hangover from last week will be cut off by a family visit, possibly very close relatives. They will be staying over, but also will involve travelling throughout the country and even abroad. This will most likely involve a lot of driving, kindly rewarded with traditional food and beverages. You can still share what's most important to you; just remember that it's not about being the center of everyone's attention. You will enjoy and treasure moments of travelling, including a big museum. The entire week means getting away from your job, but also being in the middle of the loved ones and relating your own feelings to those around you.
Taurus (my friend Geamy)
You might be ready to put your own future ahead and for decisions to be made this week. It's perfectly healthy to connect your present feelings with a previous situation, but make sure you are remembering it as it really happened. Your tendency now to embellish the truth could create more problems than you have time to solve. Significant health issues are solved this week.Gemini (my dad)
You may not be able to get away from the maddening noise this week as the reactive Moon
moves through your 3rd House of Immediate Environment. This will have a direct affect on the car navigation system that would drive all your family nuts. But don't turn the normal humdrum of the day into some kind of melodrama just to garner a bit of attention. Instead use your cleverness to involve others. You will be appreciated more for the unique fun and good old stubbornness than for any other initiatives. Your eagerness to travel around and make the most of your vacation may not be shared entirely by your family. You manage to enjoy it afterall, as you usually do.Cancer (my friend Franc)
There's no need to overstate your position, for saying fewer words now will be more effective than rambling on forever. Keep in mind that your insecurities can actually set up blockages to intimacy by tricking you into acting more confidently than you actually feel. You will be asking yourselves a lot of questions on the others state of mind and actual presence. It will occur that you’ll be surprised friends have suddenly decided to visit some other country or even have different activities every day.
Leo (who is now leo?!)
I just spilled some damn coffee on it, so you cannot read..
Virgo (my friend Sasha)
Delving into your own fantasies might not be as fruitful this week as it can be at other times. In fact, self-analysis can lead to a dead end. Instead of venturing within, now focus your attention on the world around you, specifically to making plans in coming to Amsterdam.
Libra (my friend Alice)
Even your best laid plans could unravel a bit with quicksilver Mercury backing up in your sign. Don't try to avoid a situation just because it seems like deja vu. There is very likely a good reason why you are being asked to get married. Most probably you’ll say yes and you’ll live happily ever after. Sounds like at least one baby!
Scorpio (my mom)You may be placing too much importance on your constant motherhood. It's not that you should slack off; it's just that there are other things that need to be considered now, too. Don't be afraid to let yourself wander into the most beautiful places of some far-away countries, it just will make you feel better. Try to keep off the hard work in the kitchen and the ironing and arranging stuff around you. This will only tire you more. However, seeing very close relatives and getting close to them will comfort you and give you a shining glow. You’ll surely overwhelm yourself with work, but nothing else would make you feel better, ironically enough!
Sagittarius (me)
Although you may be dreaming of faraway places, you must also pay attention to what's happening right in front of you. Venturing closer to home will likely bring you more pleasure
than you can imagine. A conversation with an your closest members of the family may give you just the right advice to remind you that everything you want is in your own backyard. You’re expected to combine work, school and pleasure and you will. Managing will be the toughest this week; you’ll probably suffer from intense tiresome due to drinking and not sleeping enough. Holiday and days off will still not be long enough and the good times will fly quickly. All you’ll have in the end would be pictures, memories, and good times. You’ll be proud of yourself to show a nice part of your country to the loved ones and be able to cook for them. Nothing can stop you from shopping while you share this pleasure with another woman, most probably a close relative. You can even visit a museum on top of this.Capricorn (grandma)
You may try to sidestep a difficult conversation about your feelings, but letting your fears get in the way of a necessary discussion can be a problem. There's no need to delude yourself. You may be better off shifting your focus from your constantly thinking of your niece to the real world surrounding you.
Aquarius and Pisces have suffered really badly from a bigger coffee stain, we’re sorry for any inconvenience this week might cause as unpredicted reveals itself.
Chillax, man, chillax!
Ce are Amsterdamul in plus fata de Haga in afara de agitatie, viata, lume, events-uri, graba, biciclete, cluburi si canale multe? Pai are relaxare la greu.. oamanii sunt fericiti, relaxati si un fel de impliniti.. este cam cum ma simt eu de vreo luna sau de cand m-am mutat aici.. In fine, sa spunem ca Olanda in general cam transpira relaxare.. dar in Amsterdam, mai a handful, hashea... ma integrez in peisaj, stau pe spate, ma bucur de tot si de toate..
Noroc cu Anja, care ma organizeaza un pic.. pai hai sa n-o mai ardem intr-o lekkereala, sa intreprindem ceva!! Este Uitmarkt – un festival cu muzica si dans si teatru si spectacole peste tot, unde poti sa gushti din fiecare si sa-ti dai cu parerea.. eu imi dau cu parerea ca ar trebui sa mergem, da pana vine ea, pana ne asteptam, pana ne organizam, pana imi vede apartu, pana ne taram pana la ceva mai central, pana atunci trec toate events-urile.. la dracu..
Ajungem noi in graba, nu stim unde mai e ceva, bananaim prin shentru si ii zic ca e ceva gen pe un pod pe langa gara.. Anja zice – bai, Oana, daca n-au facut astia vreun pod nou, pai atunci nu e nici unu cum explici tu.. si vad autobuzu care tre sa ajunga acolo.. ea zice – a, pai de ce n-ai spus ca e la cuca macaii la tzara si nu la Amsterdam.. femeie rusoaica, lasa-te de bancuri, e mai harcana !! pana la urma gasim un concert, un fel de muzica bizara cantata la un fel de instrument tzambalist pus pe o chitara.. numai dubioasa de rusoaica putea sa-si ia cd cu si mai dubioshii aia.. fiecare cu tzacanelile lui, ce sa zici !Si mai stam si-i ascultam cu ciudateniile lor si pe urma ne urnim inspre un alt concert.. asa credem noi ! ca de fapt la ora 11 nu prea mai au concerte in orash, da noi insistam si ajungem in Concertgebouw.. unde este excellent, tre sa merg mai des la concerte pe acolo.. si bem bere, palavragim ca fetele despre lume si viata, prieteni si taxe, iar timpul zboara.. iar la 12 noaptea mancam inghetata la Australian.. aaah ! cat de lekker !! unde mai poti sa mananci inghetata asa buna la ora aia ?? poate doar in Italia.. si din nou ajung acasa si ma megarelaxezzz
Note
Am capu cat china
Ma kinui sa stau la job
Tre sa ma duc la banca
Tre sa stau pe roshu*
Cat conteaza sa zici niste nume keie
Banca poate sa fie ceva pozitiv
Pana la urma banii conteaza**
Ma plimb prin imprejurimi sa vad unde stau
Stau aproape de orice
Mai mult decat sa ai bani e bine s astai incentru, sa ai pe ce sa-i cheltuiesti**
Ce bine e sa te culci devreme cu bani in buzunar si capu mare, k iti revii ;)
*Rood staan = a sta pe roshu = descoperit de cont, da tot e mai tare sa zici ca esti pe stop..
**Mental note [sa nu mai cheltui banii aiurea]
Ma kinui sa stau la job
Tre sa ma duc la banca
Tre sa stau pe roshu*
Cat conteaza sa zici niste nume keie
Banca poate sa fie ceva pozitiv
Pana la urma banii conteaza**
Ma plimb prin imprejurimi sa vad unde stau
Stau aproape de orice
Mai mult decat sa ai bani e bine s astai incentru, sa ai pe ce sa-i cheltuiesti**
Ce bine e sa te culci devreme cu bani in buzunar si capu mare, k iti revii ;)
*Rood staan = a sta pe roshu = descoperit de cont, da tot e mai tare sa zici ca esti pe stop..
**Mental note [sa nu mai cheltui banii aiurea]
Si chinezii sunt oameni.
Si chinezii sunt oameni.
Ce am observat pana acum este ca negrii sunt si ei oameni. Adica sunt ca noi. Au pielea ca noi (poate chiar mai fina si mai neparoasa), rad la fel, se intristeaza la fel, cateodata gandesc la fel si miros la fel. Ca de pilda, printre altii, si buna mea prietena, o negresa foarte tare !
Da ce nu stiam pana acum este ca si chinezii sunt oameni.. pai cum frate ?! sunt asa de diferiti, au o cultura, o mentalitate asa de diferita.. totul diferit.. si totusi :
Ea micuta si inocenta, noi niste monstri ;
Ea pura si neprihanita, noi vorbim de dildouri de bagat in fund (aka tarzan) si de freedom of speech ;
Ea nu intelege prea multe, se distreaza de Olanda, branza (kaas) si colegi, noi stim prea multe, ca uneori nici nu vrem sa intelegem mai departe de superficial…
Si totusi ne adunam la o terasa sa o lekkerim. Mai sus era vorba despre micutza chinezoaica, colega mea, care a facut un internship si pana la urma l-a terminat. Deci era momentul sa plece. Femeia asta, impropriu spus -fetitza asta, este o mirare continua.. se chinuie sa pronunte cuvinte si repeta de vreo 5 ori acelasi cuvant – la fel de prost de fiecare data – sau la fel de plost – lol. Stie multe despre lume in general, dar e tot mica, imatura si inocenta, desi e mare (24 de ani)..
Dupa ce vine de la toaleta distrusa, imi povesteste despre un tip care i-a broke her heart. El este chinez. Imi dau seama ca toti barbatii sunt la fel. Pe el il stiu, e genul loverboy, gelat si frezat supercul. Vorbeste grav si mai ales cu femei. O arde la sictir, ca sa moara femeile dupa el.. si de cele mai multe ori reuseste. La sfarsit ii baga textul, de altfel celebru, oricine l-a folosit cel putin odata (eu de mai multe ori) – nu pot sa fiu cu tine, ti-as face rau.. ooo, daaa !!acesta este Textul ! Pai ce sa-ti fac, fata?! Tu esti de vina, trebuia sa-ti dai seama.. lasa ca iti merge karma pozitiva pe urma si te alegi cu unu bun.. in fine, o sa te gandesti mereu la loverboy, ca asa suntem noi, ne indragostim de aia care ne fac mai mult rau, da o sa-ti treaca la un moment dat.. micutza chinezoaica cu sufletul varza vomita in toaleta..
Si pe urma bem. Bem mai cu spor cand vremea e de terasa, nu s probleme, lumea e relaxata, vorbim despre toate cate sunt.. chinezoaica si cu o alta ne canta shlagare chinezesti pe voci cristaline si inalte, ca de portelan. Noi radem in continuare si ni se pare ca vara o sa tina la nesfarsit.. si iar bem, si la terasa e frumos si fun, iar dupa drumul spre casa e greu, cu picanterii de la doamna secretara care le stie pe toate cu marimi si detalii, pizza din gara e mai buna, iar Haga mai departe.. ce bine ca daca adormi in tren nu-ti fura nimeni mobilu si portofelu ! asta numesc eu civilizatie !!
Ce am observat pana acum este ca negrii sunt si ei oameni. Adica sunt ca noi. Au pielea ca noi (poate chiar mai fina si mai neparoasa), rad la fel, se intristeaza la fel, cateodata gandesc la fel si miros la fel. Ca de pilda, printre altii, si buna mea prietena, o negresa foarte tare !
Da ce nu stiam pana acum este ca si chinezii sunt oameni.. pai cum frate ?! sunt asa de diferiti, au o cultura, o mentalitate asa de diferita.. totul diferit.. si totusi :
Ea micuta si inocenta, noi niste monstri ;
Ea pura si neprihanita, noi vorbim de dildouri de bagat in fund (aka tarzan) si de freedom of speech ;
Ea nu intelege prea multe, se distreaza de Olanda, branza (kaas) si colegi, noi stim prea multe, ca uneori nici nu vrem sa intelegem mai departe de superficial…
Si totusi ne adunam la o terasa sa o lekkerim. Mai sus era vorba despre micutza chinezoaica, colega mea, care a facut un internship si pana la urma l-a terminat. Deci era momentul sa plece. Femeia asta, impropriu spus -fetitza asta, este o mirare continua.. se chinuie sa pronunte cuvinte si repeta de vreo 5 ori acelasi cuvant – la fel de prost de fiecare data – sau la fel de plost – lol. Stie multe despre lume in general, dar e tot mica, imatura si inocenta, desi e mare (24 de ani)..
Dupa ce vine de la toaleta distrusa, imi povesteste despre un tip care i-a broke her heart. El este chinez. Imi dau seama ca toti barbatii sunt la fel. Pe el il stiu, e genul loverboy, gelat si frezat supercul. Vorbeste grav si mai ales cu femei. O arde la sictir, ca sa moara femeile dupa el.. si de cele mai multe ori reuseste. La sfarsit ii baga textul, de altfel celebru, oricine l-a folosit cel putin odata (eu de mai multe ori) – nu pot sa fiu cu tine, ti-as face rau.. ooo, daaa !!acesta este Textul ! Pai ce sa-ti fac, fata?! Tu esti de vina, trebuia sa-ti dai seama.. lasa ca iti merge karma pozitiva pe urma si te alegi cu unu bun.. in fine, o sa te gandesti mereu la loverboy, ca asa suntem noi, ne indragostim de aia care ne fac mai mult rau, da o sa-ti treaca la un moment dat.. micutza chinezoaica cu sufletul varza vomita in toaleta..
Si pe urma bem. Bem mai cu spor cand vremea e de terasa, nu s probleme, lumea e relaxata, vorbim despre toate cate sunt.. chinezoaica si cu o alta ne canta shlagare chinezesti pe voci cristaline si inalte, ca de portelan. Noi radem in continuare si ni se pare ca vara o sa tina la nesfarsit.. si iar bem, si la terasa e frumos si fun, iar dupa drumul spre casa e greu, cu picanterii de la doamna secretara care le stie pe toate cu marimi si detalii, pizza din gara e mai buna, iar Haga mai departe.. ce bine ca daca adormi in tren nu-ti fura nimeni mobilu si portofelu ! asta numesc eu civilizatie !!
maandag 22 september 2008
Sobolanu
Vrei sa-ti cumperi o casa, vrei sa inchiriezi. Pe cine pui sa se uite dupa ceva misto? Un agent imobiliar. Dar care? Am vazut anuntul Rooftrack.nl. Are logo un shoricel sau shobolan. Intr-adevar, olandezii au multi soareci sau shobo. De-aia in orice casa gasesti cate-o pisica. De cele mai multe ori ea clar are un scop.
Da cum sa pui shobo sa-ti caute casa?? Sau gandacu de bucatarie sau goanga?! Da poate tocmai de-aia – se plimba mai mult si stiu mai multe case.. da oare la meeting cu agentu canti – I think I smell a rat? Si pe urma – unde este goanga?! De fapt nici nu e amuzant.. poate dak nu-ti place, le dau otrava roz (o poti vedea in orice mall din Bucuresti cand iesi de la film tarziu pe scara de iesire de securitate).
Si pana la urma eu zic nu la shobolanu care sa-mi caute casa.. mai bine imi pun pisica ;) Cilipi, I have a job for you!!
Da cum sa pui shobo sa-ti caute casa?? Sau gandacu de bucatarie sau goanga?! Da poate tocmai de-aia – se plimba mai mult si stiu mai multe case.. da oare la meeting cu agentu canti – I think I smell a rat? Si pe urma – unde este goanga?! De fapt nici nu e amuzant.. poate dak nu-ti place, le dau otrava roz (o poti vedea in orice mall din Bucuresti cand iesi de la film tarziu pe scara de iesire de securitate).
Si pana la urma eu zic nu la shobolanu care sa-mi caute casa.. mai bine imi pun pisica ;) Cilipi, I have a job for you!!
donderdag 11 september 2008
Un Amsterdamer adevarat!
Ce bine e la casa ta, nu te bate nimeni la cap, poti sa vorbesti cu prietenii, poti sa bei sa fumezi sa de toate.. da, numai putin.. cum adica sa vb cu prietenii, ca doar n-or veni toti.. adica prietenii mei.. ei se afla in Romania, in spatiul Schengen si cateodata mai precis in Olanda.. da parca tot mai multi sunt pe mess decat langa mine.. e hai sa incercam sa ne cuplam la net... net, cazzo! Dupa cum zice un prieten.. da-i si suna-l pe ala, vorbeste pe mail de la job, agita-te, cheama frate de Costash.. toate variantele, netu mort.. proprietarul isi trimite prietenul sa ia in mana problema.
Prietenul. Se introduce singur in casa, dupa ce ma avertizeaza ca o sa vina si are kei de rezerva, deci el poate. Are un Mac. Usor zgaltzait, ca el merge peste tot pe bicicleta. Se urca, porneste, viata lui e bicicleta. Prietenii lui sunt oameni care merg in diverse tari si se plimba cu bicicleta. Mananca, isi vede prietenii, rudele pe bicicleta, se duce in club cu bicicleta. Cand se intoarce varza acasa se urca pe bicicleta, poate face orice in timp ce bicicleteaza. (Da, in olandeza se spune a bicicleta si exista foarte multe expresii care implica bicicleta – de exemplu daca vrei sa spui “a facut ceva in felul lui” zici “a facut ceva pe bicicleta lui” – nu va speriati, nu-i asa graznic!). El se filmeaza, se pozeaza, are interviuri si cred ca face si sex pe bicicleta.
Dar in fine, sa revenim la netu mai zgaltzait decat Mac-ul lui. Isi regleaza situatia in Apple si ta-daam!! Apare netu in compu lui...aarrghh!! da ce-are, frate al lui?! AM incercat impreuna, ba el, ba eu, ba deodata sa reparam netu.. no fucking way!! So pana la urma ne-am lasat pagubashi, am discutat de viata cu bicicleta si fara si mi-a aratat cum se desfasoara totul – puteti sa vedeti si voi – Mada, asta este pentru tine: http://amsterdamize.com/
Cand omu e asa entuziasmat trebuie sa fie ceva de capu unei capitale europene unde totusi nu trece peste tine un dobitoc cu mashina lui de shmeker intr-o fitza cu maneaua la maxim si te-njura cand o iei in fata lui.. cand mai mult de jumate din viata lui este acolo, pe tzoacla aia si orashul e al tau.. ei, da, aia senzatie – se vede pe site ;)
Acum ma tot gandesc daca sa-mi iau si eu bicla sau nu.. la dracu!! Ce-am ajuns..
P.S. bine ca stie sa mearga pe bicla, ca netu nu l-a reparat !! in schim mi-a explicat cum ca cu computerul meu pot sa merg la piatza, cu un Mac, pot sa merg pe luna.. si mi-a adaugat ca nu exagereaza cu aceasta comparatie.. asta trebuia sa fie vanzator de biciclete si Mac-uri, ca i-ar fi tinut afacerea, pot sa jur!!
Prietenul. Se introduce singur in casa, dupa ce ma avertizeaza ca o sa vina si are kei de rezerva, deci el poate. Are un Mac. Usor zgaltzait, ca el merge peste tot pe bicicleta. Se urca, porneste, viata lui e bicicleta. Prietenii lui sunt oameni care merg in diverse tari si se plimba cu bicicleta. Mananca, isi vede prietenii, rudele pe bicicleta, se duce in club cu bicicleta. Cand se intoarce varza acasa se urca pe bicicleta, poate face orice in timp ce bicicleteaza. (Da, in olandeza se spune a bicicleta si exista foarte multe expresii care implica bicicleta – de exemplu daca vrei sa spui “a facut ceva in felul lui” zici “a facut ceva pe bicicleta lui” – nu va speriati, nu-i asa graznic!). El se filmeaza, se pozeaza, are interviuri si cred ca face si sex pe bicicleta.
Dar in fine, sa revenim la netu mai zgaltzait decat Mac-ul lui. Isi regleaza situatia in Apple si ta-daam!! Apare netu in compu lui...aarrghh!! da ce-are, frate al lui?! AM incercat impreuna, ba el, ba eu, ba deodata sa reparam netu.. no fucking way!! So pana la urma ne-am lasat pagubashi, am discutat de viata cu bicicleta si fara si mi-a aratat cum se desfasoara totul – puteti sa vedeti si voi – Mada, asta este pentru tine: http://amsterdamize.com/
Cand omu e asa entuziasmat trebuie sa fie ceva de capu unei capitale europene unde totusi nu trece peste tine un dobitoc cu mashina lui de shmeker intr-o fitza cu maneaua la maxim si te-njura cand o iei in fata lui.. cand mai mult de jumate din viata lui este acolo, pe tzoacla aia si orashul e al tau.. ei, da, aia senzatie – se vede pe site ;)
Acum ma tot gandesc daca sa-mi iau si eu bicla sau nu.. la dracu!! Ce-am ajuns..
P.S. bine ca stie sa mearga pe bicla, ca netu nu l-a reparat !! in schim mi-a explicat cum ca cu computerul meu pot sa merg la piatza, cu un Mac, pot sa merg pe luna.. si mi-a adaugat ca nu exagereaza cu aceasta comparatie.. asta trebuia sa fie vanzator de biciclete si Mac-uri, ca i-ar fi tinut afacerea, pot sa jur!!
vrijdag 29 augustus 2008
Ally McBill este mic copil…
Nu am crezut niciodata ca o sa vad pe cineva la costum si in papuci, chipurile o arde finance.. pai cum frate sa vii in costum foarte elegant si in papuci? Papuci de-aia care iti lasa tot piciorul gol si au doar o bareta intre degete. Nu, nu.. asa nu!!
Dar ce ma mir eu de papuci, ca prin cladire umbla si alte obiceiuri.. cum ar fi sa iti bagi mana adanc in nas si sa te scarpini.. pe urma mai exista, dintre toate mi se pare cea mai tare – seful meu care isi scoate chilotii din fund in timp ce discuta linistit cu mine despre rapoarte.. foarte finutz de altfel. La fel si secretara – in timp ce discuta cu mine si cu un coleg.. deci sa lasam femeile la o parte, am zice, dar era si un mascul in incapere.. – dumneaei isi trage chilotii din fund, ii intinde in aer si ssplaaashh!! Lycra elasticoasa din ei se s-lipi pe fundul ei! Deci femeia si-a tras chilotii din fund cu zgomot intr-un birou de finance de parca ti-ar fi dat un dosar! Incredibil!! Frate!!
Da asta nu-I nimic pe langa discutiile pe care le avem. De exemplu le povesteam despre jocul cu bile pe care il avem in casa. Ala este un “jeu de boules” traditional si il joaca mai toti francezii. Da Banel de la noi de la job nu a auzit de jocu asta.. deci expica-i cum exita un joc unde tre sa ai iron balls.. normal ca a iesit o panarama. Discutia a fost continuata cu povestiri din sudul Africii unde au jocuri cu boi si cocosi, unde colegul meu avea the best cock. Cum sa te abtii sa nu razi.
Tot la mine in birou, pe langa cei 5 tipi pe invers, unde cel mai draguuutzz e sa iti faci complimente despre culorile camashii sau ce bine arati, fata, mai e si unul casatorit cu un barbat. Am uitat sa mentionez ca am un kinez care a purtat in 2 luni mai mult roz decat mine in toata viatza… si pe nuante de la pal la bonbon la intens, de care io n-as purta nici moarta! In fine, pe mine m-au intrebat cat de lesbi sunt.. asta venind de la un bi. Dupa care am inceput sa vorbim despre cine ce persoana de ce sex a pupat.. e normal, in birou. Cum e si normal sa spui ca am fost obraznic seara trecuta, m-am intalnit cu o fosta si m-am lins cu ea toata noaptea.. intimitatea e mai aproape decat credeam, iar Ally McBill este banala.. daca as scrie eu ce se intampla aici, as a vea mare success.. de fapt, as putea sa incep!!
Ca subiectele apar asa.. deodata.. cum vine un coleg si spune – bai stiti ce am citit intr-un ziar? Ca unu a ramas cu putza intr-o banca.. s-a excitat groaznic, a vrut sa i-o puna la banca (din parc) si s-a intepenit acolo. Pe urma au trebuit sa vina sa-l salveze (nu stiu daca tot descarcerare se numeste!!). Da ce porcarie! Zice el.. pai asa am mai auzit si eu in liceu cum spuneau ca ramane un tip intr-o tipa.. voi credeti?! Nu are cum sa fie adevarat!! Si pe urma au inceput sa povesteasca fiecare ce a mai auzit – cum ca bad a, s-a intamplat la mine in sat. Cum ca se intampla cand ramane cu testiculele in fata. Cum ca au mai auzit ca vrea un baiat sa-i faca o surpriza la o fata si ii pune un trandafir in ea, da de fapt are spini, care sunt intr-o directie si nu mai poate sa-i scoata din ea.. si tot asa. Fiind in tema, am povestit si eu de masturbarea cu becul cald la fete, care poate exploda.. banuiesc ca a auzit toata lumea, da olandezii s-au distrat teribil. Iar povestile pot continua… eu nu, ca mi se face rau.. de la atata distractie..
Dar ce ma mir eu de papuci, ca prin cladire umbla si alte obiceiuri.. cum ar fi sa iti bagi mana adanc in nas si sa te scarpini.. pe urma mai exista, dintre toate mi se pare cea mai tare – seful meu care isi scoate chilotii din fund in timp ce discuta linistit cu mine despre rapoarte.. foarte finutz de altfel. La fel si secretara – in timp ce discuta cu mine si cu un coleg.. deci sa lasam femeile la o parte, am zice, dar era si un mascul in incapere.. – dumneaei isi trage chilotii din fund, ii intinde in aer si ssplaaashh!! Lycra elasticoasa din ei se s-lipi pe fundul ei! Deci femeia si-a tras chilotii din fund cu zgomot intr-un birou de finance de parca ti-ar fi dat un dosar! Incredibil!! Frate!!
Da asta nu-I nimic pe langa discutiile pe care le avem. De exemplu le povesteam despre jocul cu bile pe care il avem in casa. Ala este un “jeu de boules” traditional si il joaca mai toti francezii. Da Banel de la noi de la job nu a auzit de jocu asta.. deci expica-i cum exita un joc unde tre sa ai iron balls.. normal ca a iesit o panarama. Discutia a fost continuata cu povestiri din sudul Africii unde au jocuri cu boi si cocosi, unde colegul meu avea the best cock. Cum sa te abtii sa nu razi.
Tot la mine in birou, pe langa cei 5 tipi pe invers, unde cel mai draguuutzz e sa iti faci complimente despre culorile camashii sau ce bine arati, fata, mai e si unul casatorit cu un barbat. Am uitat sa mentionez ca am un kinez care a purtat in 2 luni mai mult roz decat mine in toata viatza… si pe nuante de la pal la bonbon la intens, de care io n-as purta nici moarta! In fine, pe mine m-au intrebat cat de lesbi sunt.. asta venind de la un bi. Dupa care am inceput sa vorbim despre cine ce persoana de ce sex a pupat.. e normal, in birou. Cum e si normal sa spui ca am fost obraznic seara trecuta, m-am intalnit cu o fosta si m-am lins cu ea toata noaptea.. intimitatea e mai aproape decat credeam, iar Ally McBill este banala.. daca as scrie eu ce se intampla aici, as a vea mare success.. de fapt, as putea sa incep!!
Ca subiectele apar asa.. deodata.. cum vine un coleg si spune – bai stiti ce am citit intr-un ziar? Ca unu a ramas cu putza intr-o banca.. s-a excitat groaznic, a vrut sa i-o puna la banca (din parc) si s-a intepenit acolo. Pe urma au trebuit sa vina sa-l salveze (nu stiu daca tot descarcerare se numeste!!). Da ce porcarie! Zice el.. pai asa am mai auzit si eu in liceu cum spuneau ca ramane un tip intr-o tipa.. voi credeti?! Nu are cum sa fie adevarat!! Si pe urma au inceput sa povesteasca fiecare ce a mai auzit – cum ca bad a, s-a intamplat la mine in sat. Cum ca se intampla cand ramane cu testiculele in fata. Cum ca au mai auzit ca vrea un baiat sa-i faca o surpriza la o fata si ii pune un trandafir in ea, da de fapt are spini, care sunt intr-o directie si nu mai poate sa-i scoata din ea.. si tot asa. Fiind in tema, am povestit si eu de masturbarea cu becul cald la fete, care poate exploda.. banuiesc ca a auzit toata lumea, da olandezii s-au distrat teribil. Iar povestile pot continua… eu nu, ca mi se face rau.. de la atata distractie..
woensdag 27 augustus 2008
Zonder Franc kan ik niet overleven in Nederland
Franc kan van alles. Bankrekeningen regelen, verzekeringen regelen, voor verlorene pakjes zorgen dat die afgeleverd worden, een heel goede vriend zijn en nog wat. Nog wat betekent mij om 10 uur ’s avonds mij laten weten dat ik de beste ben of ’s morgens mij een moeielijke vrouw noemen, als ik over mijn leven zit te zeuren. En dat heb ik een keer of 20 gedaan:
- Toen ik eerst naar Nederland ben gekomen zat ik te zeuren omdat ik geen bakrekening kon krijgen omdat ik Roemeense ben. Geregeld door Franc.
- Daarna dat ik geen afspraak bij IND had. Geregeld door Franc.
- Dat ik de 900-nummers niet kon bellen met mijn stomme telefoon. Geregeld door Franc.
- Dat ik mijn cv in het Nederlands had, maar het was niet goed en niemand kon het nakijken. Geregeld door Franc.
- Dat ik mijn boeken vanuit Roemenie niet had gekregen. Geregeld door Franc.
- Dat ik mijn badge niet weer naar HP kon sturen. Geregeld door Franc.
- Dat ik nog voor HP moest werken en naar Amstelveen elke dag gaan terwijl ik nog moest studeren. Geregeld door Franc zodat ik niet meer daarnaartoe moest.
- Dan dat ik geen baan had – je krijgt wel wat iets voor jou! Troost Franc mij.
- Dat ik bij zo vele interviews ben gegaan en niemand wilt mij hebben. Toen was Franc ook zo lief om te zeggen dat misschien ben ik ook te goed voor hen.
- Dan dat ik geen werkvergunning had.
- Dat ik opeens meer aanboden krijg. Toen zei Franc dat ik lastig deed.
- Dat ik te veel moet studeren voor de faculteit en dat geen tijd meer had om leuke dingen te doen. Toen zei Franc dat ik een moeilijke vrouw ben.
- Dat ik genoeg al had van die 3 of 4 uur weg naar kantoor en terug en dat ik naar Amsterdam wilde, omdat ik ook een contract heb gekregen. Toen dacht Franc dat ik inderdaad de beste ben en dat ik zelf wel wat kan regelen.
- Dat ik zo blij ben en dat de godverdomme verzekering leveranciers wel iets kut van mij willen, wil je nog een keer bellen, Franc?! Geregeld door Franc.
- Dat ik rood wil staan en dat ik niet wist wat te vragen. Geregeld door Franc.
Daar zijn wij alweer. Mijn liefste leukerste vriend zonder die ik niet kan overleven in Nederland... enne.. ik schrijf dit allemaal gewoon omdat ik moest het erkennen, anders zou ik het nooit doen!!!
- Toen ik eerst naar Nederland ben gekomen zat ik te zeuren omdat ik geen bakrekening kon krijgen omdat ik Roemeense ben. Geregeld door Franc.
- Daarna dat ik geen afspraak bij IND had. Geregeld door Franc.
- Dat ik de 900-nummers niet kon bellen met mijn stomme telefoon. Geregeld door Franc.
- Dat ik mijn cv in het Nederlands had, maar het was niet goed en niemand kon het nakijken. Geregeld door Franc.
- Dat ik mijn boeken vanuit Roemenie niet had gekregen. Geregeld door Franc.
- Dat ik mijn badge niet weer naar HP kon sturen. Geregeld door Franc.
- Dat ik nog voor HP moest werken en naar Amstelveen elke dag gaan terwijl ik nog moest studeren. Geregeld door Franc zodat ik niet meer daarnaartoe moest.
- Dan dat ik geen baan had – je krijgt wel wat iets voor jou! Troost Franc mij.
- Dat ik bij zo vele interviews ben gegaan en niemand wilt mij hebben. Toen was Franc ook zo lief om te zeggen dat misschien ben ik ook te goed voor hen.
- Dan dat ik geen werkvergunning had.
- Dat ik opeens meer aanboden krijg. Toen zei Franc dat ik lastig deed.
- Dat ik te veel moet studeren voor de faculteit en dat geen tijd meer had om leuke dingen te doen. Toen zei Franc dat ik een moeilijke vrouw ben.
- Dat ik genoeg al had van die 3 of 4 uur weg naar kantoor en terug en dat ik naar Amsterdam wilde, omdat ik ook een contract heb gekregen. Toen dacht Franc dat ik inderdaad de beste ben en dat ik zelf wel wat kan regelen.
- Dat ik zo blij ben en dat de godverdomme verzekering leveranciers wel iets kut van mij willen, wil je nog een keer bellen, Franc?! Geregeld door Franc.
- Dat ik rood wil staan en dat ik niet wist wat te vragen. Geregeld door Franc.
Daar zijn wij alweer. Mijn liefste leukerste vriend zonder die ik niet kan overleven in Nederland... enne.. ik schrijf dit allemaal gewoon omdat ik moest het erkennen, anders zou ik het nooit doen!!!
De la sex shop la smart shop
Pentru toti cei care m-au vizitat vreodata in Haga sau care au mai vorbit cu mine, se stie ca stateam deasupra la un Sexshop. Acesta era punctul de distractie al fiecarui vizitator, iar femeile se dadeau in vant dupa anumite items-uri mai deshukete..
Acum m-am mutat select in Oud West [citit aud vest], adica vechiul vest. Arata bine, este gezellig (vezi dictionar), cu restaurante si cafenele. Am de la restaurant italienesc si grecesc, la surinamez, javaian, etiopian, turc, african, chinez, olandez la ce mai vrei si inca ceva, si totul pe aceeasi strada. Acuma imi mai trebuie bani sa le vizitez pe toate.. Iar la capatul blocului am boem un canal. Dar nu de-ala de care zice tati ca e si in fata la ei si daca miroase urat mai vin vidanjorii si il golesc si pe urma e ok; unul cu apa si barci :)
Iar unde stau eu am sub camera mea un Smartshop. Deci am facut trecerea de la porno la drog. Sa fie sex, drugs and rock’n’roll in Olanda mea, atunci! ;)
P.S. Glumeam, mami!":)
Acum m-am mutat select in Oud West [citit aud vest], adica vechiul vest. Arata bine, este gezellig (vezi dictionar), cu restaurante si cafenele. Am de la restaurant italienesc si grecesc, la surinamez, javaian, etiopian, turc, african, chinez, olandez la ce mai vrei si inca ceva, si totul pe aceeasi strada. Acuma imi mai trebuie bani sa le vizitez pe toate.. Iar la capatul blocului am boem un canal. Dar nu de-ala de care zice tati ca e si in fata la ei si daca miroase urat mai vin vidanjorii si il golesc si pe urma e ok; unul cu apa si barci :)
Iar unde stau eu am sub camera mea un Smartshop. Deci am facut trecerea de la porno la drog. Sa fie sex, drugs and rock’n’roll in Olanda mea, atunci! ;)
P.S. Glumeam, mami!":)
Cafeaua cea mai scumpa
Stiti care e cea mai scumpa cafea din lume?! Pai una gen Lavazza da mai scumpa, tre sa fie italieneasca si foaaaarte buna. Ei bine NU!! Daca stiti, cititi:
Kopi Luwak
Kopi Luwak of Civet koffie
Dit is de duurste koffie ter wereld (ongeveer €720/kg) omdat de rijpe koffiebes gegeten wordt door de loewak, een civetkat. De pit passeert zijn maag/darmkanaal en krijgt door fermentatie zijn geliefde exquise smaak. Van deze koffie wordt maar heel weinig gevonden, vandaar de prijs en het exclusieve karakter ervan.
Het product komt onder andere voor in de Filipijnen (waar het Kape Alamid genoemd wordt), in Vietnam, in Zuid India en op de Indonesische eilanden: Sumatra, Java en Sulawesi.
Kopi is het Indonesische woord voor "koffie" en luwak is de lokale naam voor deze katachtige die de rauwe rode koffiebessen eet.Om de smaak zoveel mogelijk te behouden wordt de boon meestal licht geroosterd.
Ideea este ca exista o cafea care este atat de scumpa pentru ca boabele de cafea sunt mancate de o pisica salbatica. Aceasta le fermenteaza in stomac, dupa care le caca. Gustul extraordinar al acestor boabe cacate le face scumpe cat de 720Eur pe kil.. cafea d-aia sa beti voi cu familiile voastre le-am zis eu la olandezi dupa povestea asta. Sunt curioasa daca mami, experta in cafea, ar incerca :)
Kopi Luwak
Kopi Luwak of Civet koffie
Dit is de duurste koffie ter wereld (ongeveer €720/kg) omdat de rijpe koffiebes gegeten wordt door de loewak, een civetkat. De pit passeert zijn maag/darmkanaal en krijgt door fermentatie zijn geliefde exquise smaak. Van deze koffie wordt maar heel weinig gevonden, vandaar de prijs en het exclusieve karakter ervan.
Het product komt onder andere voor in de Filipijnen (waar het Kape Alamid genoemd wordt), in Vietnam, in Zuid India en op de Indonesische eilanden: Sumatra, Java en Sulawesi.
Kopi is het Indonesische woord voor "koffie" en luwak is de lokale naam voor deze katachtige die de rauwe rode koffiebessen eet.Om de smaak zoveel mogelijk te behouden wordt de boon meestal licht geroosterd.
Ideea este ca exista o cafea care este atat de scumpa pentru ca boabele de cafea sunt mancate de o pisica salbatica. Aceasta le fermenteaza in stomac, dupa care le caca. Gustul extraordinar al acestor boabe cacate le face scumpe cat de 720Eur pe kil.. cafea d-aia sa beti voi cu familiile voastre le-am zis eu la olandezi dupa povestea asta. Sunt curioasa daca mami, experta in cafea, ar incerca :)
maandag 25 augustus 2008
Cum m-am mutat in Amsterdam
Luni mergem sa ne arate Gabe apartamentul. Gabe este un american care a trait ceva vreme in Europa peste tot. Acum s-a decis sa plece in Spania. Norocul meu si al Oanei. Ca ne-am gandit sa ne mutam noi in acest loc. Foarte tare frate.
Prima data am vazut spatiul - un apartament pe doua etaje, unul sus, intri pe sus, esti la 2 si ai o bucatatrie superechipata, de parca iti vine sa gatesti si un living. Unde o sa live Costashul (cealalta Oana). Si apoi cobori. Acolo este spatiul meu. Un dormitor amplu si baia mare – are si jacuzzi, superdubios pentru un apartament olandez, ca de obicei au numai dush. Si exista un dressing mare, ideal pentru femeisi pantofi de femei.. serios!
L-am vazut, ne-a placut, ce ramane de facut... Am vazut cu se aprind/sting toate cele prin casa si astepat cu drag mutatul nostru de duminica.
Saptamana trece groaznic. Deja drumul spre job mi se pare prea lung.. in fiecare zi mi-e mai greu sa ma trezesc.. las oamenii pe strazi, ca n-au cum sa intre in firma fara mine.. ma simt torturata de o minte perversa si Haga mi se pare tranzit.
Dar iata ca vine ziua mutatului. Am un mare gol in stomac. Totul mi se pare dubios. De ce ma mut din Haga? Haga e orasul meu, acolo am familia mea si prietenii mei, nu sunt multi, da sunt ai mei. Nu mai stiu din nou cine sunt..
Si pana la urma cine e Costashul? Cine sunt eu? Cine suntem noi impreuna si ce fel de cohabitat o sa avem? Cum o sa fim impreuna? Toata lumea spune ca wanna si wanna suna excelent, barbatii se excita la ideea de wanna si wanna, femeile se intreaba.. suna intr-un mare fel.. si totusi?! Vom avea reguli de casa, vom... nu stiu.. e ceva nou pentru mine si pentru ea si Amsterdamul este altceva. Clar e ceva mai bun.. dar ce?! :)
Prima data am vazut spatiul - un apartament pe doua etaje, unul sus, intri pe sus, esti la 2 si ai o bucatatrie superechipata, de parca iti vine sa gatesti si un living. Unde o sa live Costashul (cealalta Oana). Si apoi cobori. Acolo este spatiul meu. Un dormitor amplu si baia mare – are si jacuzzi, superdubios pentru un apartament olandez, ca de obicei au numai dush. Si exista un dressing mare, ideal pentru femeisi pantofi de femei.. serios!
L-am vazut, ne-a placut, ce ramane de facut... Am vazut cu se aprind/sting toate cele prin casa si astepat cu drag mutatul nostru de duminica.
Saptamana trece groaznic. Deja drumul spre job mi se pare prea lung.. in fiecare zi mi-e mai greu sa ma trezesc.. las oamenii pe strazi, ca n-au cum sa intre in firma fara mine.. ma simt torturata de o minte perversa si Haga mi se pare tranzit.
Dar iata ca vine ziua mutatului. Am un mare gol in stomac. Totul mi se pare dubios. De ce ma mut din Haga? Haga e orasul meu, acolo am familia mea si prietenii mei, nu sunt multi, da sunt ai mei. Nu mai stiu din nou cine sunt..
Si pana la urma cine e Costashul? Cine sunt eu? Cine suntem noi impreuna si ce fel de cohabitat o sa avem? Cum o sa fim impreuna? Toata lumea spune ca wanna si wanna suna excelent, barbatii se excita la ideea de wanna si wanna, femeile se intreaba.. suna intr-un mare fel.. si totusi?! Vom avea reguli de casa, vom... nu stiu.. e ceva nou pentru mine si pentru ea si Amsterdamul este altceva. Clar e ceva mai bun.. dar ce?! :)
De ce nu prind nici un jazz fest
Pentru ca beau prea mult.. pentru ca iar m-am distrat peste masura si pentru ca iar m-am trezit tarziu si pentru ca e asa de greu ca dupa o nopte de baute si de dans si de performance sa te trezesti de dimineata. De data asta la jazz fest chiar canta Jasper si mi-a parut rau :( dar voi puteti sa-l ascultati oricand. Si daca vrea careva sa organizeze un concert in Romania, sunteti invitati!!
Una dintre ultimele zile in Haga
Lydie e trista ca plec. Si eu intr-un fel.. pe urma banuiesc ca o sa fie greu sa ne vedem asa.. sau poate ca nu.. nici nu stiu, da e clar ca o sa fie altfel. Asta se simte si trebuie sa facem ceva impreuna, sa mai fim repede impreuna cat mai putem!!
Mergem sa stam de vorba la discutii de femei, cu ce mai face tipu ala si cine te mai place la job, daca te mariti cu Jasper si care e fantezia ta. De ce se insala in cuplu si care e secretul fericirii, da totusi tu de ce-ti inseli iubitul si cand. Daca exista fericire si perfectiune, daca vinul asta e bun si daca patronul chiar ne face cinste sau e la misto. Oricum era destul de tare.. glume distractie si am tinu-o asa pana la sampanie. Era ziua cuiva care lucra acolo. Prietenia se simte bine, e asa confortabil, parca nu-ti mai vine sa pleci.. din resto, din Haga, de langa Lydie si Fane.. oh well, sa lasam melancolia si sa incepem o noua viata..
Mergem sa stam de vorba la discutii de femei, cu ce mai face tipu ala si cine te mai place la job, daca te mariti cu Jasper si care e fantezia ta. De ce se insala in cuplu si care e secretul fericirii, da totusi tu de ce-ti inseli iubitul si cand. Daca exista fericire si perfectiune, daca vinul asta e bun si daca patronul chiar ne face cinste sau e la misto. Oricum era destul de tare.. glume distractie si am tinu-o asa pana la sampanie. Era ziua cuiva care lucra acolo. Prietenia se simte bine, e asa confortabil, parca nu-ti mai vine sa pleci.. din resto, din Haga, de langa Lydie si Fane.. oh well, sa lasam melancolia si sa incepem o noua viata..
vrijdag 22 augustus 2008
S and M si alte d-astea
Daca tot o sa ma mut in curand la Amsterdam, ar trebui sa vad oamenii din Haga mai des. Zis si facut. M-am intalnit cu Lydie si Jasper ca sa o lekkerim la Jasper acasa.. fiecare cu ce avea in minte, ne-am apucat de povestit.
Daca Jasper a fost vreodata la curve. Nu. Da de ce nu? Pentru ca poate si pe gratis. Na, mintea olandezului cea de pe urma. Dar tu nu vrei sa stii cum e sa fii cu o profi? Pai nu, ca ea nu face nimic. Daca ii dai 50Eur doar sta, tu poti sa faci ce vrei si cand termini pleci… Bai da chiar asa?! Nu cred. Sau poate ca tocmai ca e profi este cea mai buna sip e urma vrei mereu la ea. Da pe de alt aparte nici eu cand vin la serviciu cateodata nu imi mai vine sa-mi deschid calculatorul.. poate depinde.. e si asta un serviciu, si cum se incearca peste tot sa fidelizezi clientul, de ce nu?!
De la asta am ajuns la ce fel de practici se pot pune in practica, ca sa zic asa.. Ei bine, se pare ca un amic s-a dus sa plateasca chiria si cand il vede pe Atlas cu globu pamantesc in spate, dar mai chinuit si intors mai mult cu curu.. zice asta – hmm.. interesanta pozitie pentru domnul Atlas.. iar astalalt cica, mda.. stii, noi organizam ritualuri sado-maso aici.. nu stiu daca ne-ai auzit vreodata?! Astalalt ramane socat.. pai nu prea.. aa, da, vin mai multi aici, si-i arata un perete plin cu biciuri, catuse, alte instrumente ascutite, dureroase si teshite.. hai sa vezi toaleta. Buda era transparenta, iar sub colac era o gaura, ca sa poata cineva sa-si bage capul.. se intelege.. Omul a plecat oripilat, dar totusi a ascultat noaptea si se auzeau cateodata tipete, intr-adevar, cu asa arsenal!!
Iar noi am ras si ne-am bucurat ca suntem normali..
Daca Jasper a fost vreodata la curve. Nu. Da de ce nu? Pentru ca poate si pe gratis. Na, mintea olandezului cea de pe urma. Dar tu nu vrei sa stii cum e sa fii cu o profi? Pai nu, ca ea nu face nimic. Daca ii dai 50Eur doar sta, tu poti sa faci ce vrei si cand termini pleci… Bai da chiar asa?! Nu cred. Sau poate ca tocmai ca e profi este cea mai buna sip e urma vrei mereu la ea. Da pe de alt aparte nici eu cand vin la serviciu cateodata nu imi mai vine sa-mi deschid calculatorul.. poate depinde.. e si asta un serviciu, si cum se incearca peste tot sa fidelizezi clientul, de ce nu?!
De la asta am ajuns la ce fel de practici se pot pune in practica, ca sa zic asa.. Ei bine, se pare ca un amic s-a dus sa plateasca chiria si cand il vede pe Atlas cu globu pamantesc in spate, dar mai chinuit si intors mai mult cu curu.. zice asta – hmm.. interesanta pozitie pentru domnul Atlas.. iar astalalt cica, mda.. stii, noi organizam ritualuri sado-maso aici.. nu stiu daca ne-ai auzit vreodata?! Astalalt ramane socat.. pai nu prea.. aa, da, vin mai multi aici, si-i arata un perete plin cu biciuri, catuse, alte instrumente ascutite, dureroase si teshite.. hai sa vezi toaleta. Buda era transparenta, iar sub colac era o gaura, ca sa poata cineva sa-si bage capul.. se intelege.. Omul a plecat oripilat, dar totusi a ascultat noaptea si se auzeau cateodata tipete, intr-adevar, cu asa arsenal!!
Iar noi am ras si ne-am bucurat ca suntem normali..
woensdag 20 augustus 2008
100 Oana sentences on Oana and why Oana is Happy Happy Joy Joy on the 8th of the 8th of 2000 and 8.
1. Oana usually sees the sky bluer than it really is and sometimes likes to daydream when she looks at it.
2. Oana likes to read in the metro, but most of all in the train.
3. Oana thought: she wants a silent place where she can turn up the music.
4. Oana doesn’t know how the future looks like, but she’s sure that it’s more beautiful than last night, every day.
5. Oana cannot stand the Buchi crowd in the bus, when people smell like sweat and especially in the summer when the stink intensifies.
6. Oana hates the rain when she needs to go to work next to the sidewalk loaded with park cars, on the tram line, in Pipera, Bucharest and the mud gets to her knees, then she spends 15 minutes in the toilet to clean her boots up.
7. Oana always jumped over the railways so that she can tour the Herastrau Park around.
8. Oana has been taken to a world of magic when watching a theatre play at the National Theatre in Buchi.
9. Oana has said to herself “esti un tzaran idiot speriat ca-ti pierzi functia pe care-ai ajuns aiurea ca esti un dobitoc infect” when being told that she’s getting an ok evaluation after one year of extraordinary work put up by December 2007.
10. Oana thought she doesn’t like to work with people who don’t appreciate values and who are scatological snakes.
11. Oana is hesitating when asked to think of most wonderful thing that happened in her life.
12. Oana lets go when she’s in love, even though she knows what the consequences might be.
13. Oana doesn’t actually think much.
14. Oana just grabbed the phone and asked The Hague University if she can join the MBA programme, even if it was passed the deadline.
15. Oana covers herself sometimes when she feels the sun is burning her skin and always puts loads of cream on her face.
16. Oana couldn’t care less about the starving people in Africa; she’d rather do something about it and maybe adopt a child once.
17. Oana is observing the ants and the tree bark and the grass and the little flowers in the wind and the rocks and the small hills in the distance and the wind in her hair when going in the countryside at Cerna and taking a trip in the surrounding area.
18. Oana screams at people who make her mad, even in the office.
19. Oana never gets mad, but the exception gets her the nickname Red Thunder.
20. Oana understands why Roderick thinks she wants to convince herself that she’s a passionate person when she’s saying so many times that she’s a passionate person, but on the other hand she just thinks she is.
21. Oana has had the Stockholm syndrome once or twice.
22. Oana thinks the worst nightmare of your life is to see your best friend with a cut wrist and not to know if you’re closer to a nightmare or reality or that her friend is closer to life or to death.
23. Oana still loves the men she loved in her life, like a sister.
24. Oana drank too much beer at Motoare terrace and even learned the menu like a thorough bartender.
25. Oana dances till she drops to prove that she’s still the Dancing Queen.
26. Oana understood life’s not only about burying yourself in books and that her spirit is free, her imagination wild and artistic side strong when she went to Chisinau, Moldova for the first time.
27. Oana believes in God and music, cause they’re both saviours, but then she sometimes thinks God put music on Earth.
28. Oana thinks Mada is being funny when they’re getting into conversations about God and priests – but then again, who’s not?!
29. Oana admits that there more geniuses in the world, but one she’d have a statue for is William Shakespeare.
30. Oana cried several times because she thought she was no one when thinking what Alexander the Great had done by the time he was 17.
31. Oana got accepted by The Hague University and decided to quickly move to the Netherlands.
32. Oana was enjoying her job and especially the disgustingly crazy people she used to surround herself with, but needed to say goodbye.
33. Oana is absolutely sure she really doesn’t want to go to Montjuic in Barcelona after seeing the Picasso Museum over there and singing her song not to hear annoying Nadia.
34. Oana is Oana.
35. Oana reckons she’s never going to grow up.
36. Oana is glad her parents took her around Europe and she feels blessed with her lovely family.
37. Oana’s favourite relative is Stefan, next to mom and dad, but then there’s also Mioara and Monica and the grandparents, Teta Marica and Sofica and then she comes back to the previous point.
38. Oana found a warm helpful first friend in Franc when she moved to the Netherlands and she was indeed moved.
39. Oana always walks bear footed around and about unless some warm and carrying person would need to say her feet will get rough or she’ll catch a cold.
40. Oana doesn’t need to know about the Romanian politics, unless it involves certain funny characters.
41. Oana has already visited more museums in the Netherlands than the average Dutch.
42. Oana could find uses for most of the things people throw away, but she thinks her mother will laugh about it if she starts using some of that stuff.
43. Oana has had the strangest feeling of being a spirit and flying around The Hague when she first moved here, as she recognized all places, she was there, but she was not – and also found out that this happens to most of the people who move to different countries or places.
44. Oana also had dreams about all her friends and relatives when she moved to the Netherlands – and they kept on and on for a couple of weeks.
45. Oana smiles when a man says he’s sorry ‘cause most of the time she can understand men better than women.
46. Oana ist ein Morgenmuffel.
47. Oana will be an archaeologist and a theatre director when she’ll be old.
48. Oana can’t wait for the Stedelijk Museum in Amsterdam to be open again in 2012.
49. Oana still doesn’t understand why homosexuals still aren’t accepted in Romania, cause hiding is tough for most of them.
50. Oana is sorry she cannot be close to her team – forever Steaua Bucharest – but is going to take comfort on becoming an Ajax fan.
51. Oana has gone through hell and back with the university classes, exams, projects, business plans, but is proud she made it through the first semester.
52. Oana has seen The Good, The Bad and The Ugly so many times and in enough languages as to know that “quando si spara si spara, non si parla”.
53. Oana is een levensgenieter.
54. Oana was going to too many interviews and not getting any positive response that she got depressed.
55. Oana was most of the time remembering her happy friend Lia who always smiled about impossible situations – we’re good girls, we’re always managing.
56. Oana always promises she’s never having any drink again when she’s having a massive hangover.
57. Oana got called by a recruiter telling her they have a job for her and she jumped around the living room for so much joy.
58. Oana was seriously told by Helen her motto is “live now, sleep later” and she kind of agrees with Helen.
59. Oana guesses what most of her friends think about most of the things, but she insists on having her time of stupid jokes, unnecessary teasing and maybe a drop of aggressively annoying them, just to enjoy their reaction.
60. Oana sometimes misses all the swearing done in Buchi and wishes for one time to hear a Dutch man using “pula mea” when speaking.
61. Oana is sometimes having troubles when she sees all the nice people around her and all those persons not getting angry about anything, but the train that is 2 minutes late.
62. Oana was called by Anne Marie for a different job and her ego was tickled.
63. Oana got to the conclusion that Dutch is a useless language and you can always get by with English, but she’s too much in love with it to give us learning it.
64.Oana is reading “Komt een vrouw bij de dokter” and thinks she is not all that wrong about monogamous relationships.
65. Oana is a sucker for films and fancies about using certain lines, like “hasta la vista, baby”.
66. Oana is relaxed in the evenings and feels like smiling most of the times.
67. Oana is planning ahead and if things go well, she smiles again and if they don’t, she thinks of a better solution to it.
68. Oana is afraid of water and really wants to take swimming classes with all this water around in Holland.
69. Oana likes The Hague, though she heard different opinions and she’s happy she has Lydie to always take her out to a new place.
70. Oana appreciates her new friends in the Netherlands and even more, as they aren’t that much.
71. Oana bets her life on it that with some friends will stay friends forever, but then again – it happened before for her to be wrong.
72. Oana believes in coincidences, signs, horoscopes and other stupid things until she decides she’s being so stupid about it, even then she trusts she has a soulmate in this world.
73. Oana really smiles too much, but that’s because she’s such a positive person.
74. Oana got a better offer from Atradius and a permanent contract, so she’ll be moving to Amsterdam.
75. Oana would like to know how her family will go on after she won’t be on with them any more, if she ever manages to have a family.
76. Oana would like to smoke weed with her grandfather on her mother side one day, as she knows he wants that.
77. Oana had more mental troubles but decided to treat herself rather than share those with a stranger and get less than expected.
78. Oana is discovering she cannot remember stuff she used to do so well, but her mind is full with other things now.
79. Oana is a cat-person.
80. Oana was crazy about going to the South American Institute to see films in Spanish most of the times with Gigi and sometimes with Aida and have good girl talks afterwards.
81. Oana gets pissed when she knows a person is lying and the person is still not admitting that.
82. Oana is really considering writing a book about her life, but then even thinks if this is wise, because her mother is already advising her not to tell every one what’s going on with her life in public places as the blog.
83. Oana knows her mother is always right.
84. Oana likes most to sleep wearing just perfume and people who say her skin is so soft.
85. Oana is not always ready to hug good friends, even if it’s Geamy.
86. Oana loves the Dutch light and the huge sky due to the flat land and there are so many things she loves about the Netherlands that she’s not even going to begin about it.
87. Oana’s favourite city must be Paris and she also finds London amazing, but Amsterdam should be just brilliant as well and sure has more travelling to do.
88. Oana would much rather spend a night in a bar than a day in the park and would also rather live an intense short life than a long boring one, no connection whatsoever.
89. Oana just needs to have a preoccupation, as her energy is much too much for one body.
90. Oana was suspected few times of being a nympho, but she insists she’s not.
91. Oana adores the French “oui, oui, oui!”
92. Oana repairs her own jewels if something happens with them.
93. Oana cares about a great deal of stuff and would never make her friends feel uncomfortable, still she couldn’t give a fuck of people who are judgemental about her.
94. Oana flirts sometimes.
95. Oana raises her left eyebrow with more meanings than man can think of and imitaiting her is only an illusion.
96. Oana fancies simple things.
97. Oana can ride a bike and most probably can also do that while smoking a joint, as Roli would rather see her doing in Amsterdam, but doesn’t really sees a bicycle as a mean of transportation.
98. Oana’s life is a bit complicated, but she can most of the time sort it out.
99. Oana got together with the other Oana and they found themselves a nice apartment which they wanted to rent, so the owner got convinced by them and said ok.
100. Oana got her life back and she is happy happy joy joy!!
2. Oana likes to read in the metro, but most of all in the train.
3. Oana thought: she wants a silent place where she can turn up the music.
4. Oana doesn’t know how the future looks like, but she’s sure that it’s more beautiful than last night, every day.
5. Oana cannot stand the Buchi crowd in the bus, when people smell like sweat and especially in the summer when the stink intensifies.
6. Oana hates the rain when she needs to go to work next to the sidewalk loaded with park cars, on the tram line, in Pipera, Bucharest and the mud gets to her knees, then she spends 15 minutes in the toilet to clean her boots up.
7. Oana always jumped over the railways so that she can tour the Herastrau Park around.
8. Oana has been taken to a world of magic when watching a theatre play at the National Theatre in Buchi.
9. Oana has said to herself “esti un tzaran idiot speriat ca-ti pierzi functia pe care-ai ajuns aiurea ca esti un dobitoc infect” when being told that she’s getting an ok evaluation after one year of extraordinary work put up by December 2007.
10. Oana thought she doesn’t like to work with people who don’t appreciate values and who are scatological snakes.
11. Oana is hesitating when asked to think of most wonderful thing that happened in her life.
12. Oana lets go when she’s in love, even though she knows what the consequences might be.
13. Oana doesn’t actually think much.
14. Oana just grabbed the phone and asked The Hague University if she can join the MBA programme, even if it was passed the deadline.
15. Oana covers herself sometimes when she feels the sun is burning her skin and always puts loads of cream on her face.
16. Oana couldn’t care less about the starving people in Africa; she’d rather do something about it and maybe adopt a child once.
17. Oana is observing the ants and the tree bark and the grass and the little flowers in the wind and the rocks and the small hills in the distance and the wind in her hair when going in the countryside at Cerna and taking a trip in the surrounding area.
18. Oana screams at people who make her mad, even in the office.
19. Oana never gets mad, but the exception gets her the nickname Red Thunder.
20. Oana understands why Roderick thinks she wants to convince herself that she’s a passionate person when she’s saying so many times that she’s a passionate person, but on the other hand she just thinks she is.
21. Oana has had the Stockholm syndrome once or twice.
22. Oana thinks the worst nightmare of your life is to see your best friend with a cut wrist and not to know if you’re closer to a nightmare or reality or that her friend is closer to life or to death.
23. Oana still loves the men she loved in her life, like a sister.
24. Oana drank too much beer at Motoare terrace and even learned the menu like a thorough bartender.
25. Oana dances till she drops to prove that she’s still the Dancing Queen.
26. Oana understood life’s not only about burying yourself in books and that her spirit is free, her imagination wild and artistic side strong when she went to Chisinau, Moldova for the first time.
27. Oana believes in God and music, cause they’re both saviours, but then she sometimes thinks God put music on Earth.
28. Oana thinks Mada is being funny when they’re getting into conversations about God and priests – but then again, who’s not?!
29. Oana admits that there more geniuses in the world, but one she’d have a statue for is William Shakespeare.
30. Oana cried several times because she thought she was no one when thinking what Alexander the Great had done by the time he was 17.
31. Oana got accepted by The Hague University and decided to quickly move to the Netherlands.
32. Oana was enjoying her job and especially the disgustingly crazy people she used to surround herself with, but needed to say goodbye.
33. Oana is absolutely sure she really doesn’t want to go to Montjuic in Barcelona after seeing the Picasso Museum over there and singing her song not to hear annoying Nadia.
34. Oana is Oana.
35. Oana reckons she’s never going to grow up.
36. Oana is glad her parents took her around Europe and she feels blessed with her lovely family.
37. Oana’s favourite relative is Stefan, next to mom and dad, but then there’s also Mioara and Monica and the grandparents, Teta Marica and Sofica and then she comes back to the previous point.
38. Oana found a warm helpful first friend in Franc when she moved to the Netherlands and she was indeed moved.
39. Oana always walks bear footed around and about unless some warm and carrying person would need to say her feet will get rough or she’ll catch a cold.
40. Oana doesn’t need to know about the Romanian politics, unless it involves certain funny characters.
41. Oana has already visited more museums in the Netherlands than the average Dutch.
42. Oana could find uses for most of the things people throw away, but she thinks her mother will laugh about it if she starts using some of that stuff.
43. Oana has had the strangest feeling of being a spirit and flying around The Hague when she first moved here, as she recognized all places, she was there, but she was not – and also found out that this happens to most of the people who move to different countries or places.
44. Oana also had dreams about all her friends and relatives when she moved to the Netherlands – and they kept on and on for a couple of weeks.
45. Oana smiles when a man says he’s sorry ‘cause most of the time she can understand men better than women.
46. Oana ist ein Morgenmuffel.
47. Oana will be an archaeologist and a theatre director when she’ll be old.
48. Oana can’t wait for the Stedelijk Museum in Amsterdam to be open again in 2012.
49. Oana still doesn’t understand why homosexuals still aren’t accepted in Romania, cause hiding is tough for most of them.
50. Oana is sorry she cannot be close to her team – forever Steaua Bucharest – but is going to take comfort on becoming an Ajax fan.
51. Oana has gone through hell and back with the university classes, exams, projects, business plans, but is proud she made it through the first semester.
52. Oana has seen The Good, The Bad and The Ugly so many times and in enough languages as to know that “quando si spara si spara, non si parla”.
53. Oana is een levensgenieter.
54. Oana was going to too many interviews and not getting any positive response that she got depressed.
55. Oana was most of the time remembering her happy friend Lia who always smiled about impossible situations – we’re good girls, we’re always managing.
56. Oana always promises she’s never having any drink again when she’s having a massive hangover.
57. Oana got called by a recruiter telling her they have a job for her and she jumped around the living room for so much joy.
58. Oana was seriously told by Helen her motto is “live now, sleep later” and she kind of agrees with Helen.
59. Oana guesses what most of her friends think about most of the things, but she insists on having her time of stupid jokes, unnecessary teasing and maybe a drop of aggressively annoying them, just to enjoy their reaction.
60. Oana sometimes misses all the swearing done in Buchi and wishes for one time to hear a Dutch man using “pula mea” when speaking.
61. Oana is sometimes having troubles when she sees all the nice people around her and all those persons not getting angry about anything, but the train that is 2 minutes late.
62. Oana was called by Anne Marie for a different job and her ego was tickled.
63. Oana got to the conclusion that Dutch is a useless language and you can always get by with English, but she’s too much in love with it to give us learning it.
64.Oana is reading “Komt een vrouw bij de dokter” and thinks she is not all that wrong about monogamous relationships.
65. Oana is a sucker for films and fancies about using certain lines, like “hasta la vista, baby”.
66. Oana is relaxed in the evenings and feels like smiling most of the times.
67. Oana is planning ahead and if things go well, she smiles again and if they don’t, she thinks of a better solution to it.
68. Oana is afraid of water and really wants to take swimming classes with all this water around in Holland.
69. Oana likes The Hague, though she heard different opinions and she’s happy she has Lydie to always take her out to a new place.
70. Oana appreciates her new friends in the Netherlands and even more, as they aren’t that much.
71. Oana bets her life on it that with some friends will stay friends forever, but then again – it happened before for her to be wrong.
72. Oana believes in coincidences, signs, horoscopes and other stupid things until she decides she’s being so stupid about it, even then she trusts she has a soulmate in this world.
73. Oana really smiles too much, but that’s because she’s such a positive person.
74. Oana got a better offer from Atradius and a permanent contract, so she’ll be moving to Amsterdam.
75. Oana would like to know how her family will go on after she won’t be on with them any more, if she ever manages to have a family.
76. Oana would like to smoke weed with her grandfather on her mother side one day, as she knows he wants that.
77. Oana had more mental troubles but decided to treat herself rather than share those with a stranger and get less than expected.
78. Oana is discovering she cannot remember stuff she used to do so well, but her mind is full with other things now.
79. Oana is a cat-person.
80. Oana was crazy about going to the South American Institute to see films in Spanish most of the times with Gigi and sometimes with Aida and have good girl talks afterwards.
81. Oana gets pissed when she knows a person is lying and the person is still not admitting that.
82. Oana is really considering writing a book about her life, but then even thinks if this is wise, because her mother is already advising her not to tell every one what’s going on with her life in public places as the blog.
83. Oana knows her mother is always right.
84. Oana likes most to sleep wearing just perfume and people who say her skin is so soft.
85. Oana is not always ready to hug good friends, even if it’s Geamy.
86. Oana loves the Dutch light and the huge sky due to the flat land and there are so many things she loves about the Netherlands that she’s not even going to begin about it.
87. Oana’s favourite city must be Paris and she also finds London amazing, but Amsterdam should be just brilliant as well and sure has more travelling to do.
88. Oana would much rather spend a night in a bar than a day in the park and would also rather live an intense short life than a long boring one, no connection whatsoever.
89. Oana just needs to have a preoccupation, as her energy is much too much for one body.
90. Oana was suspected few times of being a nympho, but she insists she’s not.
91. Oana adores the French “oui, oui, oui!”
92. Oana repairs her own jewels if something happens with them.
93. Oana cares about a great deal of stuff and would never make her friends feel uncomfortable, still she couldn’t give a fuck of people who are judgemental about her.
94. Oana flirts sometimes.
95. Oana raises her left eyebrow with more meanings than man can think of and imitaiting her is only an illusion.
96. Oana fancies simple things.
97. Oana can ride a bike and most probably can also do that while smoking a joint, as Roli would rather see her doing in Amsterdam, but doesn’t really sees a bicycle as a mean of transportation.
98. Oana’s life is a bit complicated, but she can most of the time sort it out.
99. Oana got together with the other Oana and they found themselves a nice apartment which they wanted to rent, so the owner got convinced by them and said ok.
100. Oana got her life back and she is happy happy joy joy!!
Dark Day
It’s morning. And it’s night. No, I said – it’s morning!! Won’t you look outside?! It’s really night!! I’m dragging myself to work, though I’m not really convinced it’s just not 4 at night and some one has just made a bad joke in setting all my clocks 4 hours behind – and we all know it can only be one person in that house to do so!!
I swear this is the darkest day I’ve ever seen in my entire life up to 11 in the morning!! It’s like some nights when there’s too much light and you think it’s day.. but then, the other way around. Like the time Corina and Andrei and I were looking out of the window and we thought it’s August, cause we couldn’t figure out more out of it..
So as to get more certainty into my life, I tried convincing Gabe that Wanna and I need to stay in his apartment!! You know, the apartment in Amsterdam, where Wanna and Wanna wanna move to.. belonging to some Gabe – this Gabe, our Gabe :) Unimaginable - he was considering other people for his beautiful apartment. This definately needed some show off of convincing skills! I included this in my e-mail:
we are really the nicest persons to stay there! This is because:
1. We're not consuming a lot of water, we're saving for the future generations!
2. We're very careful with fabric, so not going to throw all our clothes in the washing machine for a lot of washing.
3. Oana (her) is obsessed with cleaning up, so you won't find a messy place if you decide to visit.
4. Oana (me) hates washing her plates, even with a dishwasher available. I prefer eating more about 3 days from the same plate.
5. We don't cook much, so also low gas use.
6. We're not very loud, so won't bother the neighbours.
7. I also don't have curtains where I live now, so neighbours will enjoy the view.
8. I don't smoke and Oana is trying to quit, so not much smoke around.
9. Everybody loves us!
10. It's the first apartment we see and we liked it so much, we think we're meant to stay there :)
Waiting for the outcome…………
dinsdag 19 augustus 2008
Capacitati
Intra-n scena Anne Marie. Pentru cei ce nu o cunosc, este o tipa cu care am lucrat la HP, evidemment, unde altundeva se putea. Pe langa faptul ca e femeia olandeza de fier, mai e si supertare cu jobul pe care il facea. Piutje si moi mereu ne minunam de cat de tare poate sa fie. Imi dadea mie sfaturi sa ii iau mai tare pe barbati.. pai pe olandezi, ca in Romania cred ca m-ar fi luat la palme.. De cele mai multe ori Anne stia exact ce trebuie facut si mai si incolona pe toata lumea sa faca. Dar pe deasupra imi spunea mie sa chill cand eram stresata de deadline-uri. Si cand zicea ea asta, ca olandezul pe care il doare la basca de job, ma calmam total si intram in lumea ei relaxata. Ei bine s-a gandit sa ma aiba din nou in lumea ei. Intre timp a plecat de la hash pe si s-a dus la o alta firma. Ii trebuia pe cineva in Credit Control ca sa fie creierul operatiunii de organizat lumea cu procese tool-uri si alte cele. Si m-a clopotzit pe mine.
Eu extreme de incantata ii zic, da, normal. Vorbim noi despre cum vine treaba, excellent!! Mai ca toate imi place in plus ca pot sa lucrez din nou ca ea.. plus ca imi ofera conditii de minune! Este foarte tare, frate. Dar zice, vezi ca tre sa faci un test psihologic si unul de capacitate ca sa intri la noi.. faaaci mistooo?!
Ne intoarcem in timp – eu am picat toate testele de capacitati la toate interviurile la care am fost si am fost pusa sa dau teste d-alea. Da ce vreti, ma, nene, daca n-am capacitati?!?! Ce ma tot frecati atata cu testele voastre de cacao! Cine a mai pomenit sa dam teste d-alea cu imagini si cu probleme de matematica. Pai mie nu mi-a placut matematica de mica! Toata lumea stie asta! De ce sa ma apuce talentul acum?! Plus ca alea cu numerologie, io pot sa le fac, da trage greu mocanita…. Plus alea de sinonime, sa nu care cumva sa fii retard, plus de carcuri si patrate – de unde sa stiu eu ce vine?! Ce e la rand vine, na! E bine?! De unde sa stiu eu care cub cu 13 puncte negre sau cu 16 albe urmeaza?! Baai nene, sa aveti voi mintile organizate si analitice, eu tot mai bine gandesc in proza.
Asadar imi da Gheorghe ala testul.. sa-mi pice fatza, e foc continuu cu intrebari si idiotenii, plus ca e in olandeza, colac peste pupaza. Arrrggh! Nu de alta, da nu vreau s-o fac de rusine pe Anne cu capacitatile mele.. Dupe care, se trezeste Gheorghe ca vrea sa ii mai raspund si la intrebari despre personalitatea mea.. Baaa, Gheorghe, baaa, tu n-auzi ca Anne ma vrea in dintzi acum?! Ce te tot prefaci ca muncesti ca olandezu?! Las-o-incolo.. ca daca ar sta toti ca tine cu un candidat de la 9 la 12 jumate (atat am stat eu), ar pica economia!! Normal, noi in Romania stateam cu candidatu maxim o ora si gata, la munca, nu o ardeam chill cu setu de intrebari. Pana la urma ma apuca toti dracii ca incepe sa ma intrebe:
Gheorghe – Vad ca esti o persoana sociabila.
Eu – Pai sunt.
Gheorghe – Da de ce te consideri tu o persoana sociabila?
Eu – Pai am multi prieteni, toata lumea ma place, interactionez usor cu oameni.
Gheorghe – Aha. Dar cum iti faci prieteni?
Eu – Cum adica?
Gheorghe – Pai cum ajungi sa te imprietenesti cu cineva? Cum legi prietenii? Ce strategie abordezi?
[beee tzarane, tu n-ai avut prieteni in viata ta!! Si nici ma-ta! Cum sa abordez strategii?? – vezi si tu daca poti, te imprietenesti, daca nu, nu.. ce vrei? Sa-ti explic eu cum ajungi sa-ti faci prieteni? Te simti singur? Du-te la psiholog si lasa-ma-n pace!! Sa plec de la interviul lui prost? Sa stau?]
Eu – Nu inteleg intrebarea.
Gheorghe – Pai ce prienteni ai?
Eu – Am fosrte multi prieteni in Romania, inca din copilarie si aici mi-am facut prieteni de la facultate, acum de abia incep sa imi fac si la job.
Gheorghe – Si cum i-ai abordat pe astia de la facultate? Le-ai zis – hai sa mergem la un bar, la un club? La un suc?
[sa mori tu ca vrei sa stii unde am iesit noi noaptea si cu cine m-am pupat in cluburi!! Neam de securist, jur ca plec! Daca nu se opreste, io ma car!!]
Eu – Pai toate variantele, i-am intrebat daca vor sa mergem la un film, la un suc, am fost si la un bar.
Gheorghe – aha, aha..
Ma tot gandeam daca mai are multe interbari d-astea proaste, noroc ca sunt expresiva sic red ca si-a dat seama ca ma enerveaza si a schimbat subiectul..
Mare fericire pe mine ca am plecat!
Anne zice ca spera ca-i ok si vedem.
Eu intre timp frec menta la serviciu in direct. Asta pentru ca abia astept sa merg sa vad apartamentul seara.
De cum am stability cu Costashul ca ne mutam in Amsterdam, am inceput sa ne uitam pe site-urile cu apartamente. Cum ne-am gandit noi, intr-o zona decenta, cat de cat mai in centru si cu 2 camere (pt fiecare) si un living, sunt scumpe ca dracu! Ne chiombim pana ni se impaienjenesc okii-n calculatoare si tot megascumpe.. singura solutie e prin makelaar. Adica agentia imobiliara, da pe mine ma distreaza cuvantul – ca e de la maken, a face, un fel de ti-o face! Da, ti-o face, ti-o face, da asta vrea bani! Inca o chirie, spaga lui.. pai hai sa ne mai uitam, ca ne scotocim noi pe carduri si vedem ca atatia bani nu prea avem.. so eu m-am gandit – daca tot imi pierd timpul aiurea pe facebook in fiecare zi (de zici ca nici nu mai stiam cum era viata inainte de facebook), hai sa o facem utila (sederea).
Asa ca ma uit pe marketplace din facebook si gasesc!! Pfff!! Anuntul a fost pus cu gen o luna in urma.. normal ca a gasit oameni care sa-I stea in casa.. dar cum principiul meu de viata este: daca tzine, tzine, daca nu, macar am incercat!! Hai sad au un mail, de control.. cand primesc mail inapoi – nu, e inca de actualitate anuntul! Woooww!! Cat de tare! Pai hai sa-l vedem! Aranjez cu baiatul, ne ducem si ne place la nebunie!! Il vrem!
La dracu cu capacitatile! Am gasit ceva de viitor! Oana e incantata, eu la fel, frati-su care ne-a fost ghid, asemenea, so sa speram ca la sfarsit vom zice – step in!! ;)
Eu extreme de incantata ii zic, da, normal. Vorbim noi despre cum vine treaba, excellent!! Mai ca toate imi place in plus ca pot sa lucrez din nou ca ea.. plus ca imi ofera conditii de minune! Este foarte tare, frate. Dar zice, vezi ca tre sa faci un test psihologic si unul de capacitate ca sa intri la noi.. faaaci mistooo?!
Ne intoarcem in timp – eu am picat toate testele de capacitati la toate interviurile la care am fost si am fost pusa sa dau teste d-alea. Da ce vreti, ma, nene, daca n-am capacitati?!?! Ce ma tot frecati atata cu testele voastre de cacao! Cine a mai pomenit sa dam teste d-alea cu imagini si cu probleme de matematica. Pai mie nu mi-a placut matematica de mica! Toata lumea stie asta! De ce sa ma apuce talentul acum?! Plus ca alea cu numerologie, io pot sa le fac, da trage greu mocanita…. Plus alea de sinonime, sa nu care cumva sa fii retard, plus de carcuri si patrate – de unde sa stiu eu ce vine?! Ce e la rand vine, na! E bine?! De unde sa stiu eu care cub cu 13 puncte negre sau cu 16 albe urmeaza?! Baai nene, sa aveti voi mintile organizate si analitice, eu tot mai bine gandesc in proza.
Asadar imi da Gheorghe ala testul.. sa-mi pice fatza, e foc continuu cu intrebari si idiotenii, plus ca e in olandeza, colac peste pupaza. Arrrggh! Nu de alta, da nu vreau s-o fac de rusine pe Anne cu capacitatile mele.. Dupe care, se trezeste Gheorghe ca vrea sa ii mai raspund si la intrebari despre personalitatea mea.. Baaa, Gheorghe, baaa, tu n-auzi ca Anne ma vrea in dintzi acum?! Ce te tot prefaci ca muncesti ca olandezu?! Las-o-incolo.. ca daca ar sta toti ca tine cu un candidat de la 9 la 12 jumate (atat am stat eu), ar pica economia!! Normal, noi in Romania stateam cu candidatu maxim o ora si gata, la munca, nu o ardeam chill cu setu de intrebari. Pana la urma ma apuca toti dracii ca incepe sa ma intrebe:
Gheorghe – Vad ca esti o persoana sociabila.
Eu – Pai sunt.
Gheorghe – Da de ce te consideri tu o persoana sociabila?
Eu – Pai am multi prieteni, toata lumea ma place, interactionez usor cu oameni.
Gheorghe – Aha. Dar cum iti faci prieteni?
Eu – Cum adica?
Gheorghe – Pai cum ajungi sa te imprietenesti cu cineva? Cum legi prietenii? Ce strategie abordezi?
[beee tzarane, tu n-ai avut prieteni in viata ta!! Si nici ma-ta! Cum sa abordez strategii?? – vezi si tu daca poti, te imprietenesti, daca nu, nu.. ce vrei? Sa-ti explic eu cum ajungi sa-ti faci prieteni? Te simti singur? Du-te la psiholog si lasa-ma-n pace!! Sa plec de la interviul lui prost? Sa stau?]
Eu – Nu inteleg intrebarea.
Gheorghe – Pai ce prienteni ai?
Eu – Am fosrte multi prieteni in Romania, inca din copilarie si aici mi-am facut prieteni de la facultate, acum de abia incep sa imi fac si la job.
Gheorghe – Si cum i-ai abordat pe astia de la facultate? Le-ai zis – hai sa mergem la un bar, la un club? La un suc?
[sa mori tu ca vrei sa stii unde am iesit noi noaptea si cu cine m-am pupat in cluburi!! Neam de securist, jur ca plec! Daca nu se opreste, io ma car!!]
Eu – Pai toate variantele, i-am intrebat daca vor sa mergem la un film, la un suc, am fost si la un bar.
Gheorghe – aha, aha..
Ma tot gandeam daca mai are multe interbari d-astea proaste, noroc ca sunt expresiva sic red ca si-a dat seama ca ma enerveaza si a schimbat subiectul..
Mare fericire pe mine ca am plecat!
Anne zice ca spera ca-i ok si vedem.
Eu intre timp frec menta la serviciu in direct. Asta pentru ca abia astept sa merg sa vad apartamentul seara.
De cum am stability cu Costashul ca ne mutam in Amsterdam, am inceput sa ne uitam pe site-urile cu apartamente. Cum ne-am gandit noi, intr-o zona decenta, cat de cat mai in centru si cu 2 camere (pt fiecare) si un living, sunt scumpe ca dracu! Ne chiombim pana ni se impaienjenesc okii-n calculatoare si tot megascumpe.. singura solutie e prin makelaar. Adica agentia imobiliara, da pe mine ma distreaza cuvantul – ca e de la maken, a face, un fel de ti-o face! Da, ti-o face, ti-o face, da asta vrea bani! Inca o chirie, spaga lui.. pai hai sa ne mai uitam, ca ne scotocim noi pe carduri si vedem ca atatia bani nu prea avem.. so eu m-am gandit – daca tot imi pierd timpul aiurea pe facebook in fiecare zi (de zici ca nici nu mai stiam cum era viata inainte de facebook), hai sa o facem utila (sederea).
Asa ca ma uit pe marketplace din facebook si gasesc!! Pfff!! Anuntul a fost pus cu gen o luna in urma.. normal ca a gasit oameni care sa-I stea in casa.. dar cum principiul meu de viata este: daca tzine, tzine, daca nu, macar am incercat!! Hai sad au un mail, de control.. cand primesc mail inapoi – nu, e inca de actualitate anuntul! Woooww!! Cat de tare! Pai hai sa-l vedem! Aranjez cu baiatul, ne ducem si ne place la nebunie!! Il vrem!
La dracu cu capacitatile! Am gasit ceva de viitor! Oana e incantata, eu la fel, frati-su care ne-a fost ghid, asemenea, so sa speram ca la sfarsit vom zice – step in!! ;)
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